Pirate Kingship-Chapter 601 - 431 I say: Let there be rain, and there was rain!

Though various schools of swordsmanship flourish, pirates, the Navy, and even traditional Knights must learn swordsmanship when they start to meet the prerequisites of their extraordinary professions.

But once they leave the complex terrain and tangled ropes of a sailboat and enter large battlefields where heavy weapons can be wielded, their weapons are invariably lengthened significantly.

Even a Sword Saint like Byron was no exception.

Even after mastering Divine Sight and achieving the realm where he could Lift Light as If Heavy, he wouldn't clash head-on with an equal opponent. If they were armed with heavy weaponry, it would only add to their weight.

With a light weapon in hand, one absolutely couldn't win against them, except for those Castilian Swordsmen obsessed with the Supreme Art.

Using a five-meter lance against a one-foot dagger was also the best counter Byron could think of against Cassius's Dagger.

As long as the dagger didn't reach his body, no matter how strong its restraint against the Prince, it would be futile.

Before August could land and regroup, Byron's feet suddenly stomped the ground, blasting a wave of air beneath him as he ran low to the ground.

WHOOSH!

His entire body seemed like a lengthened javelin. As the scenery around him rapidly retreated, he shot out in pursuit of August.

No one at the scene understood the strengths and weaknesses of the Ladder of Glory sequence better than him.

Their transcendent abilities might have undergone Thousand Hammering and Hundred Refining, but essentially, they were still fragile humans that a severe cold could claim.

If this Fourth Order Oath Knight had brought his carefully trained Heroic Guards, he might have had a chance to exchange blows with Byron.

After all, these temporary teammates, the Molten Giants, had too low a coordination level. They were strangers to one another, and despite the double enhancement from the Knight Commander and the Breath of All Things, the boost was far less than expected.

But now that August had dared to risk facing him alone and had lost the initiative due to carelessness, he couldn't blame Byron for deliberately taking advantage of the situation.

"Die—!"

With a breath expelled and eyes turning crimson, a boiling Blood Mist surged from his body like a high-powered Steam Engine at full throttle.

Power surged from his feet, his waist and abdomen synchronizing to drive the effort, his already superhuman muscles, bones, and tendons twisting together into one.

The air exploded with a bang.

Grasping the end of the lance with one hand, it whipped forward like a highly elastic long whip, flinging this Miracle lance from back to front with violent force.

His right hand had just started to move when the straight lance shaft bent into an alarming arc at terrifying acceleration.

The horrific kinetic energy rapidly transferred along the entire whip-like lance. With its mass decreasing from tail to tip, its speed naturally increased.

In just the blink of an eye, a sharp lancehead broke through the sound barrier, the tip cutting through the air at twice the speed of sound with a piercing shriek.

In that moment, August paid a heavy price for his underestimation and delayed Intelligence, his complexion drastically changing as he could only cross his arms in front of his chest.

He draped himself in the Unbreakable hide of the Nemean Giant Lion, determined to withstand the blow.

However, the Fourth Order Goddess of Love and Beauty, Freya, had perished to this very move, so how could a mere human be an exception?

Yet, just as life and death were about to be decided, a piercing sense of crisis suddenly struck from behind him.

SWOOSH!

A golden streak shot towards Byron's heart.

In his Whistling Deity's Descent state, it was impossible for him to be ambushed; his body collapsed into a pancake with control beyond the limits of human imagination.

The streak of fire whizzed past his left ribcage.

This unforeseen event slightly altered the trajectory of the lance, affording August the chance to respond. Using the extraordinary balance of the Hind of Mount Ceryneia, he twisted in mid-air, avoiding a fatal blow.

The very next moment.

CRACK!

The three rings of light, representing The Twelve Labors of the Hero, were utterly torn asunder. Although the rapidly decelerated lance failed to vaporize him completely, his right hand, grasping Cassius's Dagger, was torn off by the turbulent flow from the lance tip and sent flying.

"No—! Don't let him take the dagger!"

In the midst of sparking electricity, Byron only then saw clearly that what had just attacked him was a golden, shining arrow.

After piercing deep into the ground by his side, its tail was still vibrating.

Behind him, the Third Prince, Blood of the Hero, who should have been pinned down by Atahualpa, held a large bow from which he had just fired a second and third arrow.

This forced Byron to abandon any attempt to snatch Cassius's Dagger, which could kill other Princes, and himself.

Atahualpa frantically waved his gold Camel Head Knife, chasing his third brother, yet he was completely unable to block the ranged attacks.

Clearly, his previous statement, "Everything else is a problem for me, but gold is not,"

was not humility but a statement of fact.

His skills were indeed too weak.

Too bad, you Dog Landlord, though also rich and weak, I don't have a 'double-barreled shotgun' kind of superweapon to sell you. Of course, even if I had one, I couldn't sell it. I'm not that desperate yet, not like Rabbit.

Byron also knew that expecting Atahualpa to perform miracles was unrealistic, so he wasn't disappointed. He stopped pursuing August, twirling his long spear like a wheel to deflect the incoming arrows one by one.

But an Elemental Hand of Wind silently took form, grabbing Cassius's Dagger before August, who ignored his wounds and charged again, could reach it.

Having offended a Habsburg with immense power in the Old Continent, one had to strike him dead on the spot.

Moreover, seeing that Atahualpa, the Son of the Sun, was the weakest, Byron decided it wouldn't hurt to let him drag the other two Sons of the Sun down with him to the bottom.

A storm churned deep within his eyes as he spoke aloud:

"I say: let there be rain!"

WHOOSH!

Winds roared overhead, and the vapor over Kaka Lake immediately condensed in response, filling the sky with numerous rain clouds in just a few breaths.

With Crystal Skull Number Four, Chak the Rain God, at his disposal, Byron called forth wind and rain at will.

With a clap of thunder, a deluge poured down from the sky.

But it only fell on the side of the coliseum where Group Two was fighting, significantly weakening the power of all the Descendants of the Sun God.

Yet the side with two Fourth Order Children of the Sun, the Third Prince's faction, suffered an even greater reduction in strength.

This move, using Atahualpa as the lowest-ranked horse, effectively took out the opponent's highest and middle-ranked horses in one go.

The battle had only just begun, yet the situation on Group Two's battlefield had dramatically shifted.

Byron, the Sword Saint, now armed with a specialized weapon, proved far more intimidating than August had been.

He didn't go after August to lift the coliseum's blockade but instead headed straight for the Third Prince, Blood of the Hero, whose face had changed drastically. A bloodthirsty smile curled Byron's lips:

"Bacchus? Blood of the Hero? You're better off becoming my Blood of Immortality!

From the moment you chose that name, you were destined for the Blood Brew in the cups of our Bloody Mary Faction... It's fate."

Meanwhile, the battle between the Eldest Prince and the Second Prince next door had also immediately reached an intense peak.

Besides his son, Lloque Capac, another native ally of Earthquake Brilliance, looking unusually pale, also revealed his trump card.

He threw out two ebony coffins, and countless Reanimated Corpses, emitting a foul stench, burst from the coffins like a tidal wave.

Their bodies also bore the dark green Pufferfish Poison, which transformed into serpent-like forms in the air and swam rapidly, attacking indiscriminately across the whole coliseum.

Even already dead corpses would turn into Reanimated Corpses and join their ranks just moments after being poisoned.

As the poison dispersed through the air, it even affected the battlefield of Group One next door.

This was actually a Black Witch from the Voodoo Sect!

"All of you, embrace the bosom of my lord, Sub-Corpse Eel King, Samadi! GA GA GA..."

He opened his mouth; his tongue and the inside of his cheeks were as black as a black mamba, unnervingly so.

Clearly, he was not an ordinary Black Witch from the Banta'an Archipelago but one of the Ancient God's Chosen Races from along the East Coast!

Originally, the Forbidden Book of the Voodoo Sect, the Fudu Sect Ritual, had been found by a Fourth Order Pioneer exploring the Celestial Sphere Circulation in some ruins.

They coerced followers into the Sect with fear and specialized in Voodoo Potions, spirit invocation, enslaving the dead, compelling Dead Souls, and substitution puppets...

Evidently, this Sect had established roots in the Southern Continent long ago and was also the origin of the Voodoo Sect in Banta'an.

This royal succession was a critical time. While everyone thought the 'Prince of Ninety Years' was unsuitable to be King, only these Kin considered him the most appropriate candidate.

Dagon, the Abyssal Horror, had once stated the reason: "The Sun and the Storm are the sworn enemies of the Deep Sea!"

Everyone knew the Eldest Prince was an old brute. Precisely because he was all brawn and no brains, and thus easier to control, the Kin were even more determined to back him.

Ultimately, they all just wanted to destroy the Sun Empire and eliminate the great enemy of their Old Gods.

No one knew how many Reanimated Corpses this Black Witch from the Voodoo Sect had brought. The terrifying tide of corpses surged toward the Second Prince, the Plague Envoy, and the Flower Fairy in wave after wave.

The great weapon, Time Thief, had no effect on these already dead Reanimated Corpses.

However, the three exchanged a glance and made a single gesture, rendering the trump card of the Ancient God's Kin useless.

Together, they stretched out their hands towards the Eldest Prince, Earthquake Brilliance, in the background, making a gesture with their index finger and thumb pinched together, leaving just a tiny gap.

Sure enough, the Eldest Prince, who had been sensitive about his origins all his life, exploded at the slightest provocation. He roared to the sky:

"ROAR—! I'm going to kill you!"

Transforming into a half-dragon, half-human mythical form weighing dozens of tons, he forcefully plowed through the tide of Reanimated Corpses from the rear, tearing open a clear path directly to the trio.