Pirate Kingship

A delicate footprint was left on the thick moss, green as a carpet, by the pale foot, as the red skirt billowed up and down, vanishing swiftly without a trace.

Soon, a rustling sound echoed through the pitch-black forest, as if something was moving at high speed, following the other party and quickly disappearing into the distance.

"What’s happening?"

Due to touching layer upon layer of secret realms on the continent, Byron’s [Divine Sight] was blocked by the outer boundary of the secret realm, greatly diminishing its effectiveness, and he quickly lost sight of the other party.

The mysterious girl in the red hood disappeared just as abruptly as she had appeared initially.

Even the West Wind, who had landed earlier to scout, was blocked by a vast primordial forest like a green ocean and couldn’t see where she went.

"Let’s go and see."

Byron saw potential in this area, and naturally wouldn’t retreat because of a small anomaly. Moreover, engaging with local human forces via that mysterious girl seemed logical.

Along with Violet, Heather, and a group of others, they stepped ashore, the Nether River beneath them rolled up and encompassed the [Golden Deer], slowly navigating them into the port built in advance by the Wild Hunt Servants in the Flower Mountain Celestial Kingdom.

Carrying a Divine Kingdom with him eliminated the worry of dividing his forces.

The enemy was unaware of how many ships, divisions Saint Byron had; only with [Golden Deer]’s nesting doll strategy, beyond the two queens, who could guess his capabilities?

If anyone wanted to clash with him, they would need to think twice.

At that instant when they fully set foot on this mysterious land of the Corridor of Truth.

Whoosh!

A sudden gust of Spiritual Wind arose.

It was Navigator Delia, who followed Byron, finally becoming the only living navigator to complete the "Second Circulation Belt," achieving her Fourth Order promotion ceremony.

From the depths of her soul, a Spiritual Shackle hooked onto the fourth layer of the Silver Law, ushering in a series of transcendent abilities along with Divine Light.

Delia finally caught up to the other officers, achieving promotion to Fourth Order Heroic Navigator.

The blue flame within the whale oil lantern in her hand shone brightly, projecting illusions of ships, whales, jellyfish, compasses, and other images indistinguishable from reality.

Together, they encircled Delia, forming a bright blue light river.

Indicating she had acquired the core ability of a Fourth Order Navigator [Heart Reflection Mapping].

By lighting the whale oil lantern in her hand, she could distort the light into whatever she imagined, even simulating corresponding abilities.

Swords, firearms, machinery, animals, warriors could all be conjured from the depths of her soul.

She could summon hundreds of spiritual Lighthouse Sentinels to inhabit the bodies of light soldiers, serving as her Heroic Guards.

Soon, the beautiful girl with platinum blonde hair reopened her eyes and raised her lantern in jubilant cheers toward Byron:

"Captain, I’ve successfully been promoted."

The girl sincerely felt that following Byron, the vice-chairman, was the wisest decision of her life.

In merely a year, she achieved far more than imagined, and she had just broken the record for the youngest Fourth Order Navigator in the Lighthouse Union.

If subsequently, she could navigate through the Eastern Continent, successfully return via the "Third Ring Current Zone," and map out the nautical chart, becoming the first navigator to personally complete the Echidna Triangular Circulation.

As long as others could subsequently retrace the new route successfully using their Pioneer Corps’ nautical chart, she wouldn’t have to worry about her Legendary promotion ceremony.

Clearly, being effortlessly victorious by following a "big shot" was not exclusive to the Little Mermaid Heather!

In chaotic times, many talents remain undiscovered, but few know how to utilize them.

The core team of founding monarchs mostly consists of peers, and the talent needed to govern a country can almost be assembled from a small county town.

The key is that the monarch can provide the core team with practice opportunities far beyond others, and regardless of ordinary aptitude, more experience can surpass unpracticed statesmen.

Byron smiled and nodded at her:

"Congratulations, Miss Delia! Will you demonstrate for us?"

"At your command!"

The girl stood at attention and saluted, raising her lantern, projecting a blue compass out of it, its needle spinning rapidly and pointing in a direction.

With her expertise, none understood better than a navigator how to show the way or find someone.

As the light illuminated, preparing to step into the forest, the sun on the horizon swiftly sank below the sea level.

Replacing it was a crescent moon, blood-red.

"Hiss—!"

But this otherwise ordinary alternation of day and night on the Old Continent made the group involuntarily inhale sharply.

Entered the near seas of the Eastern Continent precisely at the early July of 1473, the moon wasn’t very bright, only a slender crescent moon quietly climbing the treetops.

However, differing from the normal moon on the Old Continent and the blood moon affected by the Sea of Origin Matter and Old Gods of the Southern Continent.

It presented a mask-wearing visage as if for a ball, visibly a beautiful female, half-open, half-closed, half-asleep, half-awake, with eyes seeming to slightly roll.

As if ready to awaken at any moment, something ominous surely would occur.