Pirate Kingship

It can use it as the core, integrating various guns and hot weapons, combining their specialities to form the most terrifying [Slaughter Machine].

The greater the power of the hot weapons that make up the Slaughter Machine, the deeper the fear of humans towards guns and hot weapons, the stronger its power will become."

The Mechanical Demon Dragon is a hundred meters long, its dragon wings spread to blot out the sky and cover the sun.

Steam gushes from the mouth full of steel fangs, its body covered in gears, drive shafts, countless menacing gun barrels, and a roaring high-powered steam engine in its chest.

Spreading its wings, the atmosphere detonates with a boom, soaring into the sky, the Fire Control System immediately locks onto the [Craftsman] incarnation entangled with Byron on the ground.

Inside the Demon Dragon comes the mechanical voice of Alpha:

"Constructed Gun Tower deployed."

"Loading Whale Oil Shrapnel Shells!"

"Gun Demon Spirit in position..."

Six little yellow chickens salute and then dive into the whale oil bombs, switching to manual guidance mode.

Similarly transformed into a mechanical body, Violet, mentally linked with the demon dragon, suddenly waves her hand.

"Master, times have changed! Fire!"

This is also the ability of [The First Bolt-Action Rifle].

When the phrase is shouted: "Master, times have changed."

Regardless of whether the opponent is an elemental creature, evil spirit, bizarre entity, or any other extraordinary being, your big spear will inflict real physical damage on them.

Except for the Seventh Order True God, no one can be immune, and all transcendent abilities that claim immunity to physical attacks are just for show, ultimately losing a life.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!...

Each strand of fireline is filled with Violet’s spell enchantment, and under the control of the Gun Demon Spirit, they shoot out, some even making large angled adjustments mid-air.

Clearly just ordinary Whale Oil Shrapnel Shells, yet they strike with the overwhelming momentum of missiles across the sky.

Byron, responsible for close combat, channels a mountainous force into each punch and kick, fiercely striking the [Craftsman] incarnation head-on, his body turning into a spark phantom, flashing above and below.

Even though the Craftsman incarnation’s forging hammer is immensely powerful, capable of splitting mountains and filling seas, it struggles to brush against the hem of his garment.

Chasing Byron, they thunderously level half a nearby hill, suddenly halting.

Surpassing the Fifth Order ’Unity of All Things’ realm, it senses crisis approaching and prepares to jump back into the lava river to evade.

"Where do you think you’re going!"

Byron naturally won’t let it escape at this moment.

Transforming entirely into a mass of electric light, he steps on the ubiquitous magnetic field lines, unleashing a storm of attacks upon it.

Every punch, kick, knee, and elbow transforms into shockingly sharp thunder blades.

With ferocious explosiveness, earth-shattering assaults! Moving like a drawn bow, striking like thunder!

At the same time, above him, thunderclouds roll, and powerful lightning bolts smash down, augmenting Byron’s divine might.

The [Craftsman] incarnation is only halted for a single breath.

Over a hundred shells capable of achieving fire coverage have already approached.

Leaving it no chance to intercept shells with long-range attacks, the six missiles piloted by the little yellow chickens completely blocked any escape route.

Byron himself is about to take the opportunity to transform into a streak of light, leaping out of the artillery coverage area.

Yet, in the instant of his body’s transformation, the [Craftsman] incarnation, now with no room to dodge, seizes the chance, wielding the hand hammer with Thousand Hammering and Hundred Refining technique, striking him on the shoulder.

Lightning bursts out, sending Byron flying like a cannonball, narrowly brushing past the rain of shells, fortuitously dodging the blast range of the Whale Oil Shrapnel Bomb, and smashing hard into a volcano.

Most of the bones in his shoulder and arm are shattered.

For a mortal legendary, this is undoubtedly a mortal wound.

Fortunately, Byron wields the power of the Bloodline River: "as long as the Blood River doesn’t dry, he won’t die", sacrificing many of his beast kin to activate [Transformation] authority, restoring completely after a few breaths.

"Moo——!"

Facing the artillery shells at close range, the [Craftsman] incarnation roars furiously, a glint of gold flashes in its irrational eyes, and holy aura surges around it.

Boldly activating one of the branch authorities of the [Craftsman] divine position: "as long as it knows the blueprint and can be crafted, it can seize control!

Turning the enemy’s weapons back upon the enemy.

Swords, guns, tridents, bows, ships... and so forth pose no problem."

At least in the era when the Master Creator was alive, this technique was invincible; nothing was unknown or uncraftable to it.

But as the divine light spread, the shrapnel shell, just invented by Violet and transformed into Sacred Relics, was completely unaffected by the authority, lunging instantly at it.

This unexpected situation visibly flusters the instinct-driven divine incarnation.

In a hurry, it is left with the sole option of enduring head-on.

Though as the [Craftsman] incarnation, it lacks nothing in terms of various Miracle Objects, even Divine Artifacts.

But since its main body has fallen in the Twilight of the Gods, an entire Mythological Era’s accumulation has been completely exhausted.

The Zero-Level Sacred Relics in the mortal world have been shattered by battle, and the Divine Artifacts in the Divine Kingdom are no different.

In a desperate move, it could only throw out a tattered shield, only a third remaining, its spirituality nearly extinguished, next moment engulfed by ceaseless artillery fire.

The light shield raised by the shield lasted only a moment before vanishing, the Divine Artifact that had long reached its limit transformed into scrap metal falling to the ground.

Thump! Thump! Thump!...

Amidst the continuous explosions, the sudden sound of urgent war drums echoes, a hulking figure with a bull’s head and human body desperately fleeing under the artillery fire.