Pirate Kingship

Breathing rhythm changed, taking the stance of a bull, the momentum suddenly transformed.

[Mystic Art·Martial Arts Refinement]

The complete unity of heart, skill, and body, transcending the Self God of body and technique, is an invincible swordsmanship beyond the Sword Saint’s [Divine Sight] realm.

Opposite him, a new change appeared on Bruh, as a second heroic spirit knight with imposing momentum suddenly materialized behind him.

That was [Handsome Duke] Gareth, one of the Twelve Knights of the Round Table.

Behind him were five knights: a Black Knight, a Green Knight, a Blue Knight, a Brown Knight, and a Red Knight, each stronger than the previous.

The spiritual radiance on them merged into a whole and was entirely bestowed upon Bruh.

This was Bruh’s Fourth Order ability [Heroic Military Momentum].

A variant of the knight profession "Dragon Taming Technique," the tamed targets are specific heroic spirits of the twelve knights of the round table.

Through twelve corresponding knight trials, one can gradually master the abilities of all twelve knights, propelling oneself into the strongest tier among all Fourth Order professions.

Upon advancing to the Fifth Order Legend, one can break free from the mold of the twelve Oathsworn Spirits, return to their true self, reshape the Self God, and transform it into their unique heroic spirit.

Moreover, extract various abilities from the twelve knights of the round table and elevate them into singular [Strange Arts].

Legend has it that [Handsome Duke] Gareth once undertook Miss Linette’s mission, defeating the Black Knight, Green Knight, Blue Knight, Brown Knight, and finally the Red Knight, rescuing Miss Linette’s sister, Lanais, and marrying her.

His trial was "Heroic Rescue," and with the resources and influence of the North Sea Empire, Bruh had little difficulty completing it.

Whereas what Lancelot’s trial ceremony entailed was obvious, the minimum requirement involved stealing a colleague’s wife, a dishonorable act.

Bruh initially believed he would never touch the power of Lancelot, the First Knight, in his lifetime.

Yet now, instinctively, he felt that if he could slay this mythic impostor before him, worse than the original, he could surely bypass the trial ceremony and forcibly seize his power!

Solidifying his foundation with unprecedented perfection, stepping into legendary status.

Boom! Boom! Boom!...

The Fairy Horse sprinted across the river unconcerned, its strides like treading on solid ground, thundering towards Lancelot with its small knight squad charging furiously behind it, like an iron curtain.

Being the vanguard, Bruh and the "Old Grandpa" Gawain with him are obviously not a match in skill for Lancelot, the First Knight who is serious.

Despite cutting off a strand of his opponent’s hair in the clash, he was pierced in the side, blood flowing freely.

Yet behind him were [Handsome Duke] and the five-colored knights, six lance-wielding knights in a shared fury unleashed a piercing screech as they collectively shot at Lancelot.

[Mystic Art·Martial Arts Refinement] blocked four of the lances, while the other two struck directly at his chest.

Two muffled thunderclaps echoed, failing to penetrate his body, delivering only blunt force, and after injuring his internal organs, he recovered under the Lake Fairy’s protection.

Simultaneously, he used this momentum to break free from this seemingly troublesome knight squad that couldn’t be killed instantly.

With a powerful step on the river’s surface, he sprang across, leaving a white streak towards Violet, who was observing from the other side.

Battle wasn’t his goal; fighting a group of historical enemies swallowed by history held no meaning, his sole aim was beauty!

"Let those two fools obsessed with loyalty take a little advantage, that’s fine.

The new Queen of the Strait Islands, I won’t hesitate to claim her."

Lancelot’s affinity with water was unparalleled, racing across the river faster than the wind.

Two hundred meters away, he saw the "Artisans," not skilled in combat, with Violet surrounded at their center like a queen star.

Her chiffon gown outlined a perfect figure, her delicate features flawless, and her cold temperament identical to his beloved Guinevere in memory.

His heart burned with passion.

"She is my beloved ice beauty; conquering her will be even more fulfilling.

Moreover, beautiful Queen, you wouldn’t want your husband’s country to crumble miserably like the Knight King’s Camelot, would you?"

But Violet raised her cold blue eyes slightly, looking at him as if he was some disgusting insect.

"When did you get the illusion, that queens or artisans pursuing ’truth’... all have weak personal power?"

The wind blew past, revealing the hidden cube [Mechanical Fortress] concealed by the National Border Lock overhead.

Instantly showcasing its grandeur.

[First-Class Holy Relic·Constructed Gun Tower] wasn’t just the original forty barrels but had expanded with an additional set, reaching a scale of eighty rear-loading smooth-bore cannons.

In other words, Violet’s mastery of "justice" and "truth" had doubled!

Once, "money spoke while truth stayed silent," but someday, when money rises to speak, truth will declare:

"Gunner Chief, bring out my gun tower, double up, and fire!"

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!...

The distance between both parties was merely two hundred meters, for the [Constructed Gun Tower] with a "deviation" of 388 nautical miles, missing was impossible.