Pirate Kingship

"I’m... not dead?"

Andrea reopened her eyes, her scattered gaze regaining focus.

Suddenly recalling the bloody scene of her head being crushed by the second clown, she was surprised to find that she still retained her consciousness.

Immediately, she exerted force in her waist and legs, springing up from the ground with a "whoosh."

The identity of the [Gun Sister] from the Holy Armed Forces Cathedral is not that of a frail ordinary clergy but part of an armed force, having undergone the same training as musketeers and swordsmen.

Not to mention that this Fourth-order Heroic [Gun Sister] had also studied the "Gospel of Heaven."

Thanks to her high affinity with the [Myriad Wings Angel], along with abundant resources, she had rapidly advanced to the Third Order Great Wizard.

Her physical constitution might not match some powerful demon monsters, but it had long surpassed human limits.

Once she stood up and glanced around, she was taken aback to discover that she was in a room seemingly carved out from the trunk of a large tree.

Beside her were a bed and furniture made of fine rosewood, and outside the tree hollow was a vast sea of flowers nestled in a valley.

Walking to the window, she looked down from above, seeing a vibrant sea of flowers stretching almost endlessly.

Only at the farthest boundary did she faintly glimpse a line of ripples, as if a large river was encircling the flower sea with gushing flows.

With each breath, the fresh air, carrying the scent of flowers, passed through her lungs, making her feel as light as if she could float away.

The terror of her head bursting to death quickly dissipated, leaving only peace and joy in her heart.

"I indeed have died.

But could this be the heaven of my Lord? Does the great [Myriad Wings Angel] reside here? Can I accompany the God now and forever?"

Andrea pinched her arm, which seemed no different from her one while alive, not saddened by death but rather so excited that two red clouds rose on her cheeks.

For a follower, nothing is more important than their God.

The aphorism: "Being with God" is the greatest gift to them.

Under normal circumstances, humans who die on land are directly absorbed into the edge of the world, while those who die on water might be swept into the Sea of Origin Matter, needing transportation by Ghost Ship to safely reach the world’s edge.

Unless a special situation arises, like being swallowed by an Old God, or transformed into nature spirits, evil spirits, or the bizarre, one cannot escape this fate.

The treatment of Byron’s followers, however, was evidently different.

Alone, the effect of Crystal Skull No. 13 [Goddess of Suicide] could open the portals to the world’s edge, anchoring the undead who took their lives between life and death, keeping them sane, allowing them to stay permanently in the material world like nature spirits.

The former king of the Sun Empire, the [Civilisation Gatherer], had used this passive ability.

With Bryon’s current authority, the effect would be hundreds or thousands of times stronger.

Not only did Andrea come directly to Byron’s Divine Kingdom, she retained her sanity, memory, and even the huge spirituality and Extraordinary Order she painstakingly accumulated in her Fourth-order Heroic Rank life.

Except for losing her body, her anchoring automatically transferred from the [Silver Law] to the [Golden Law], being almost identical to when she was alive.

Her equipment from life did not make it here, leaving her with only a simple white chemise.

Dong! Dong! Dong!...

Suddenly, a solemn bell tolled in her ears.

Andrea’s spirituality was triggered, instinctively foreseeing the arrival of an existence dearest and most important to her.

She dashed barefoot out of the tree hollow, ran into the splendid sea of flowers at the door, knelt on both knees, and with palms facing upwards, adopted the sincerest posture of welcome.

Her shoulders trembling slightly, she was almost quivering with excitement.

The Spiritual Wind swirled, with the entire flower sea rejoicing, a blazing white beam breaking through the clouds descending from the sky.

The heavenly hymn echoed over the entire valley, sung by flowers and grass, sung by the treehouse, even the soil beneath and the surrounding air sang with resonance:

"Holy, holy! Almighty God!

Our morning song ascends through the clouds to the holy ground;

Holy, holy! Mercy and omnipotence,

Glory and majesty, all in one;

Holy, holy! All saints revere,

Wearing golden crowns, surrounding the shores of the crystal sea;

A million heavenly hosts bow, singing together the name of the Chief God..."

Basking in the Holy Light of God, Andrea felt like soaking in warm water, her emotions gradually calming, much like lying in her father’s embrace as a child — warm, substantial, and immensely reliable.

Guided by an unbreakable Faith Anchor Chain, she slowly raised her head, seeing a magnificent figure with myriad wings materialize in the encircling holy light.

Amidst the layers of wings stood a youth as flawless and beautiful as white jade, his gaze extraordinarily warm and gentle towards her.

Behind Him, a million Heavenly Hosts in silver armor with wings unfurled majestically stood in layers, stretching endlessly, filling most of the sky.

Her divine light merged as one, the overwhelming pressure almost suffocating.

Andrea couldn’t help but lower her gaze once again.

Alas, it was all an illusion!

The real scene behind Byron was merely a vast and boundless [Styx of the Nether River].

While others couldn’t see clearly, Byron as the master saw it crystal clear; the river had two sides, one black as the Nether River, the other red as the Blood River.

Symbolizing the "two" born from his "one," it represented opposition, yin and yang, life and death.

Within the Nether River, thousands of the [Mad Hunt Legion] were immersed in slumber, ghostly lights flickering, casting a pale blue hue over the river surface, as the Wild Hunt Knights, embraced by divine radiance from Byron, accepted the baptism of his Divinity.