Pirate Kingship

Yet by instinct, it could feel the gradually rising, ferocious aura on Byron’s body, somewhat similar to its own.

Its feet stomped on the sea surface on reflex, Blaze detonating the water vapor and sending it retreating a full nautical mile as if riding clouds and mist.

Byron didn’t rush to give chase.

Using the newly glimpsed knowledge as a thread, he quietly altered his breathing; winds and clouds gathered over his head, and his eyes grew ever brighter.

He had once watched from close range the Battle between the three Demigods: [Mother of Monsters], [Slumbering God], and [Capricious Joker].

Every move, every strike was Authorities of Dao and Principle colliding head-on.

Using one’s own "Principle" to blast apart the opponent’s "Principle" directly—whoever wins is the one with the better reason: simple, direct, stripped of ornament.

But Byron thought about it and realized he was not an Old Gods, and not crazy in the least.

"Maybe a madman hits harder, but as long as a sane person is prepared, be it with traps or tools, it’s not hard to take down a madman without getting hurt.

The difference between Human and Beast lies in using Wisdom and tools; technique is still necessary.

My time since promotion is too short; my development of Strange Arts is still in its infancy, far inferior to the [Puppet King], who’s been obsessively refining [Flesh Is Futile].

Today, the knowledge borrowed from the ’Core of the Melting Furnace’ has given me a new angle.

A CPU rated at 2500MHz can often still run stably at 3500MHz; to mine that hidden surplus, you can perform ’overclocking’.

Electric motors are the same: sacrifice service life in exchange for actual output far exceeding rated power.

Looks like my [Magnetic Catapult] can be pushed the same way."

The blazing white Divine Aura on his body exploded outward.

Seawater vaporized into a ferocious gale, dragging endless clouds straight into the heights; within dozens of kilometers, the entire Sky rose and fell with Byron’s chest.

"Inhale—exhale—"

Vaguely, as the luminous figure’s breathing shifted, one could see a phantom King Seal like a small Sun condensing above his head.

Countless magnetic field lines, with it as their center, wove into a great net.

Then, like a living heart, it pulsed at a specific frequency, sounding out a deep, powerful drumbeat.

Thump! Thump! Thump!...

The entire Sky echoed with that ever-strengthening heartbeat; the sound grew louder and louder, as though the Thunder God was beating the war drums.

[Mystic Art: Storm King Seal] was the direct embodiment on Byron of Storm and Royal Iron, his two great Authorities—unifying body, mind, and spirit, and further unifying the atmosphere within dozens of kilometers.

After this period of bitter Cultivation with his two elder sisters, his "Unity of All Things" realm had already approached 2%.

The Heaven-and-Earth Power he could borrow grew stronger and stronger.

Immediately, Byron’s figure swelled, and he swallowed that King Seal like a small Sun in one gulp.

His aura soared by another level; the sea and the Sky both breathed in rhythm with him.

It was as if where this [King’s Title] once took soldiers as his Guardsmen, now he took this stretch of Sky Sea as his Guardsmen; however strong Human effort is, how can it compare to the Great Power of Nature?

Demigods are the fusion of [Ladder of Glory] and [Bloodline Codex] precisely because even the weakest Demigod can draw on the Power of an entire Divine Kingdom to join the Battle—Great Power upon the body, and the collective gathered to crown the king!

The soldiers and officers watching from the ship felt their scalps go numb; their teeth chattered "d-d-d" against each other.

It felt as if the powder magazine aboard were about to sympathetically detonate and there was nowhere for them to run.

Crack—!

Byron stepped out and shot to the Flame Giant like Lightning; only then did the bowstring’s snapping report explode behind him.

Ferocious, explosive, shattering assault—motion like a drawn bow, release like a bursting thunderclap!

"Die!"

Byron swung his elbow; a right fist, accelerated to the limit by magnetic field lines inside and outside his body, crashed into the four hastily-swinging fists of the giant.

Boom——!!!

Between sea and Sky, Blaze flared; the giant was blasted back like a cannon shell, its four arms exploding midair into a rain of bone ash.

Mystic Art: First Gear, Magnetic Field Overload, Giant Spirit Drumming!