Pirate Kingship

Under the effect of "Katyusha," about 5% of the 33 bombs’ raging kinetic energy was converted into thermal energy, exploding on the spot, as a torrent of mud fell back into the sea like rain.

Probably due to the surrounding methane, the explosion was far more powerful than expected.

Clang clang clang...

The howling hot wind spread in waves, causing the clothes of those on the ship to flutter noisily.

After a quick outfit change, Violet switched into combat attire and approached Byron, pressing down the hem of her white dress as she looked at the distant blaze, raising an eyebrow:

"Is it resolved?"

Before Byron could answer.

An even more piercing roar erupted from deep within the fireball, the fierce shock wave instantly dispersing the surrounding mist and smoke.

Revealing a rotting skeleton stripped of mud, leaving only a broken, incomplete frame.

Its head was a discolored blackish red from being soaked in muck for too long, with a sturdy body and six arms.

In the focus of fire, several ribs broke, and two arms were lost, clearly diminishing its momentum.

The theory that smoke does not hurt does not apply here.

If a monster is slain, it dies—no exceptions, not even gods, as long as the cannon caliber is large enough and the ammunition is strong enough.

Yet the raging fire on it did not extinguish; rather, blue flames continuously spewed out of the thick bones, rapidly replacing the orange-red, and in an instant, the Mud Swamp Giant transformed into a Flame Giant.

The damaged parts of its body also gradually repaired themselves in the flames, but what grew was not entirely bone, but white opaque icy crystals.

Compared to the rotting swamp’s bulkiness, the Flame Giant was noticeably more agile and nimble.

The remaining four arms reached into the water and pulled out four ghostly blue flame short swords.

The main component of a mud gas mine is essentially solid methane, also known as flammable ice.

After a long soak in the Source Tide, combined with the giant’s carcass, this Curse Spirit gained a significantly stronger second form.

Whoosh—!

Two ghostly blue sparks ignited in its hollow eye sockets; with a sudden step on the sea surface, it turned into a meteor, charging towards The Golden Deer with far greater speed than before.

The Golden Deer and all Legendary Warships, no matter how they evolve, are fundamentally long-range units, with almost no melee capability, relying on the crew for boarding battles.

Bruh was about to use his Iron Wall title ability to forcefully draw aggro, lure the opponent a bit further, and then call the officers to gang up.

A gust of wind had already swept past them, followed by the sound of an explosive ripple piercing the air.

"You can’t kill a First Order Curse Spirit equivalent to the Fifth Order, leave it to me."

The crew only saw a flash of light before their eyes, and the howling Air Blast Ring plowed a long white trench across the sea surface in front of the battleship.

The sea water rose on both sides, forming circle after circle of storm corridors, vaguely outlining the shape of magnetic field coils.

Next second.

Crash!!!

The two-meter-long Two-Handed Heavy Sword Dragon Slayer Sword Reinhardt in Byron’s hand transformed into lightning, exploding with a cold, white, intense sword light on the Flame Giant’s four crossed short swords in front of its chest.

The giant not only stopped its charge but was also thrown off balance with wide-open defenses, retreating five or six steps, blasting several dozen meters high white water pillars on the sea surface.

Despite the huge size difference, it’s like a little ant overturning a cream biscuit, appearing particularly bizarre to the crew.

"Roar——!"

The Curse Spirit lacks the concept of death, or understanding of fear.

The moment the flames in its hollow eyes shifted from The Golden Deer to Byron, it lunged with frenzy, the short swords in four arms whirling into a sharp Fiery Storm.

Though short relative to the giant, for the small humans, it’s like four raging fire dragons slicing and burning anyone in its path to ashes.

Byron, on the other hand, was eager and excited:

"Good timing."

As his Order increased and his strength grew, fewer humans qualified as his opponents, with scarce opportunities to fully utilize his Authority for honing.

Unexpectedly, he encountered a thrilling challenge just days after leaving the known world.

The farther from the Old Continent, the closer to the primitive scenes of the Mythological Era, even the Ancient Era.

The Deep Sea is filled with countless bizarre, mindless, or even soulless beings, monsters, and hybrids.

Despite the Old God Church’s bravado, the Material World was invaded by the Sea of Origin Matter since the Paleozoic Era. Thousands of years of evolution, and their understanding of this sea might be less than 1%.

As the world’s base color turns more chaotic.

The clearly divided Order system of humanity’s Ladder of Glory becomes an exception; many unknown beings, like Sea Monsters, cannot be measured by human Orders anymore.

Instead, they must be evaluated at least by the Sixth Level Battleship, even Fleet status to barely gauge their strength.

Take the one before them, for instance, considered the strongest First Order Curse Spirit Byron had encountered, outstripping the Fifth Order’s "Ghost Hand Dagger" in raw power.

Suddenly, Byron was enveloped in a flash, fully transforming into an Energy Elemental Body: the Storm Elf.

His entire body flowed with transparent pale blue electricity, his sparkling eyes resembling morning stars, his short hair defying gravity, floating like seaweed underwater.

Synchronizing his breathing with the Bayfolk Holy Sword in his hand, he instantly entered a state of Man and Sword as One.