Pirate Kingship

From now on, it’s no longer just equivalent to one plus one plus one equals three for three Fifth Orders, but a fusion of three parties, using their skills to steal a trace of the Sixth Order Power while at the Fifth Order level.

Probably not weaker in the slightest than those [Saints] below the Pope, perhaps even surpassing them.

In just a few breaths, countless heavy punches were thrown; the Flame Giant was nearly obliterated by flames.

"...Sing me, row after row, North Sea Empire grenadiers.

Whenever commands are given, we charge boldly to destroy enemy fortifications.

The captain prepares the detonators, we ignite our grenades.

Climbing the slope to hurl with effort, striking the enemy near their ears..."

The symphony orchestra’s "Grenadier March" unknowingly reverberated across the sea region once again, with five thousand soldiers singing in unison.

The tune was cheerful, yet the singing was exceptionally resonant.

In concert with Byron’s increasingly impactful iron fists, leaving a strong psychological shadow upon the Flame Giant.

Moreover, as the decaying mud and rotten bones within the body crumbled one after another, power and the beastly side suffered severe damage, a clarity emerged in its previously muddled gaze, along with a trace of distinct fear.

Yet at this moment.

The [Storm King Seal] beating within Byron’s chest quietly turned red, like a warning light, its rhythm suddenly becoming urgent.

The giant’s flame-heart had already vanished ahead of time, teetering amidst the storm and rain.

At this moment, for the first time it realized, Byron’s fusion of the "Core of the Melting Furnace" Mystic Art had reached its end, and it seemed to have hope to continue living, without waiting for resurrection cycles lasting years, or even decades.

Yet Byron unhurriedly grinned at it:

"As everyone knows, much like meeting a deadline for a novel, the burst of inspiration peaks right before submission; similarly, the countdown of the signal light indicates the strongest moment of the Giant of Light!"

Boom!

With the final punch, borrowing force from the giant, Byron soared into the sky.

Dong! Dong! Dong!...

Enthusiastic war drums echoed in the sky.

On the distant Golden Deer ship, the crew members’ hair stood on end, eyes wide with disbelief as they visually witnessed golden magnetic field lines emerging layered within the clouded sky.

The entire sky transformed into a network of intersecting golden lines.

At Byron’s highest point, he suddenly stepped onto the center of that magnetic network; with energy conversion, the net sunk to its extreme limit before instantly launching him back.

Using himself as the spearhead, and the entire sky as a slingshot, he delivered the strongest strike from heaven upon the giant standing frozen on the sea surface.

"Hah, Giant Spirit Drumming!"

A streak of straight lightning descended like an axe cleaving the sky.

Explosive shockwaves burst forth, the clouds above abruptly dispersed into a vast circular void.

The giant couldn’t even react, the magnificent lightning already struck overhead, as Byron clasped the re-emerged crimson King Seal and slammed down forcefully.

BOOM—!!!

Great sound is silent.

Everything suddenly seemed to slow down dramatically.

The so-called "God’s Staff," the weapon of Byron’s past life tales, was a ridiculous joke.

But his heavenly descending palm technique left every foe before him unable to laugh.

Even the soldiers aboard the Golden Deer couldn’t help but clutch their ears tightly, squeeze their eyes shut, yet through closed eyelids, a resplendent orb of light could still be seen rising.

The shockwaves shredded everything within the core explosion zone; an uncountable volume of seawater surged into the sky, its power gradually diminishing, but still forming a ferocious hurricane tsunami.

The Golden Deer needed no command as it automatically turned its bow towards the waves, swaying fiercely for quite a while before regaining its calm.

Survivors aboard gazed at the vast sea area, resembling a calamity’s aftermath, remaining silent for a long time.

Finally, they all tapped their chests three times, tracing the Golden Triangle Holy Emblem, declaring:

"Praise Saint Byron!"

The birth of humanity’s most primitive faith arose from the ancestors’ realization of their helplessness against various natural disasters, compelling them to seek solace.

The earliest gods often emerged from fear, not worship.

Except when faced with the Law-Breaking ability of [King’s Military Might], Byron was indeed a living calamity!

Dong!

The Golden Deer suddenly sank.

A colossal black and red skull was thrown from the water.

Byron, having reverted to human form, landed beside the skull, his breath still slightly rapid; the burden of the New Mystic Art was indeed substantial.

Concerned for their husband and son, Violet and Heather quickly approached to support him.

Yet Byron’s complexion visibly flushed anew at a rapid pace.

If not unleashing extreme bursts, relying on the integration of the new [Storm King Seal], he didn’t need to eat, drink, or merely standing there naturally could draw energy from the world itself to replenish consumption.

During meals, he didn’t need to taste the series of "Ke Family Dishes" modified by Alfred; four empty plates constituted a grand feast.

A plate of Northwest Wind, a plate of Southeast Wind, a plate of Northeast Wind, a plate of Southwest Wind, was enough to make him feel full.

It was truly lavish!

Byron smiled at his wife and mother:

"I didn’t kill the Mud Swamp Giant. Weren’t you worried about the safety of the route? And there’s your Scavenger for regular route inspections right here!"

The Curse Spirit’s entire body was pounded into ashes by the Giant Spirit Drumming, yet a head remained relatively intact under Byron’s deliberate control.