Pirate Kingship-Chapter 603 - 432: Wolves in front and tigers behind, I have..._2

Although Lloque Capac was extremely confident in his own strength, he did not believe that a battle-hardened Totem God would die so easily.

As it turned out, despite his self-awareness, he had still underestimated the power and cunning of the Flower Fairy.

After the Totem God's body exploded, the flower that sprouted from its eyes—along with what appeared to be roots or nerves, perhaps even internal organs—shot out like lightning and wrapped around Lloque Capac's face.

Before he could resist, it pried open his eyelids and viciously burrowed into his brain.

A scream had barely escaped his lips before it was abruptly cut short.

Clearly, this flower was the true body of the Flower Fairy; the original girl's form had merely been a puppet providing nourishment, disposable and easily replaceable on the spot.

In a moment of recklessness, this third-generation prince, who had just been fantasizing about ascending to the throne, tragically became the Flower Fairy's new host.

The instant the parasitic possession was complete, the new host suddenly swung his fist, smashing it fiercely against the Eldest Prince who had pursued him.

"Damn it!"

[Earthquake Light]—the Eldest Prince—truly lived up to his reputation as the mightiest warrior among the princes. He dodged the incoming punch, then grabbed his son by the neck and slammed him violently to the ground.

The blow left his son dazed and his limbs weak.

Seeing the covetous Second Prince [Playboy], the Emissary of Plague wielding Time Thief, and a horde of dauntless Molten Giants rushing toward him, the Eldest Prince's lips curled into a vicious sneer. A thunderous rumble, like an earthquake, emanated from within him as he raised his fist and smashed it onto the ground at his feet.

Secret Arcane Art: Earthquake Light!

RUMBLE...

The ground quaked violently beneath everyone's feet, and the entire small island began to sway precariously.

Buildings within the Fortress of Darkness instantly collapsed across a large area, as a dazzling, blue-white light flooded everyone's vision.

Earthquake Light is merely a natural phenomenon that occurs before an earthquake due to changes in the geomagnetic field; under normal circumstances, it has no destructive power.

The light from the Secret Arcane Art unleashed by the Eldest Prince was not, in itself, harmful to others. However, the raging geomagnetic field beneath them suddenly connected with his own biological magnetic field. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

Magnetic substances, such as iron, erupted from the ground, forming countless dense lines of magnetic force between him and the earth. Illuminated by the Earthquake Light, these lines madly swept across everything in the vicinity.

CRACKLE!

The surrounding trees, still burning fiercely, were instantly sliced into fragments.

Witnessing this indiscriminate, ultimate attack that threatened to turn everyone—except the Eldest Prince himself—into a pile of mangled flesh, the Second Prince, knowing he could not withstand this Secret Arcane Art, screamed in terror,

"Save me—!"

Near the front line, not far from the Eldest Prince, a seemingly ordinary Molten Giant with pink-tinged eyes suddenly shimmered with divine light, transforming into a stark-naked, stunning beauty with snow-white skin.

She had horns on her head, bat-like wings on her back, and a long tail ending in a heart-shaped tip, similar to Princess Perta whom Byron had once seen. However, unlike Princess Perta, who had been a controlled individual with a simpler mark, the pink Succubus Mark on this beauty's fair abdomen was a hundred times more complex.

In one hand, she held a black whip, and in the other, she cradled the golden, incomplete Zero-Level Sacred Relic [Blood Cup].

There was no doubt: this was the true form of Charm Demon Teres Axuber.

She had not initially been with the Second Prince.

Instead, by leveraging connections with other Zealots whom she had "befriended" through partial seduction, she had joined another ordinary prince's faction and only regrouped with the Second Prince after entering the Secret Realm.

At this moment, Teris, exuding a queenly aura, disregarded the terrifying lines of magnetic force converging around her.

Treading with bare feet, her toenails painted a glamorous, man-slaying red, she approached the Eldest Prince like a phantasm drifting through an erotic dream, taking leisurely steps.

With every breath, she exhaled a sweet, powdery, pinkish mist; at that moment, she was the very essence of allure made manifest!

Everyone present, male or female, found their gazes irresistibly drawn to her, fixated on every exquisite detail of her form.

They could not help but breathe heavily, their eyes reddening, overcome by an urge to prostrate themselves at her feet and implore Teris to bestow upon them the loving caress of her whip!

Even the infuriated Eldest Prince was not immune; for a moment, his eyes saw nothing but this indescribably supreme beauty.

"TEE-HEE-HEE..."

Teris chuckled softly as she lifted his face, bestowing upon him a fragrant yet exceptionally deadly hot kiss.

With her abilities fully amplified by the [Blood Cup], the eyes of this veteran Fourth Order expert instantly turned pink.

The next moment, the blue-white Earthquake Light, which had been brewing to its peak, flared with unprecedented brightness, instantly engulfing everything.

When the light finally dissipated, every member of the Second Prince's camp was unscathed. In contrast, the Loa God Marinette, who had been standing behind the Eldest Prince, was swept away by a gust of wind, turning into luminous dust and vanishing completely.

Where the once mighty and invincible Eldest Prince had stood, there was now only a gaunt, white-haired old man.

An obsidian dagger, held by the Emissary of Plague, was plunged into his back, and his life force was draining away at an alarming rate.

Teris, who was still kissing him, showed no revulsion. She extended her tubular tongue and completely sucked dry the "blood of a political enemy" from his body.

However, despite this close-quarters annihilation of a formidable enemy, the Panacea Teris obtained was still only half; the other half had vanished into thin air.

Her face, once a vision of charm, twisted further in frustration and rage.

"AAAH! You again, thief! Don't let me find out who you are! Otherwise, I'll definitely wring you dry!"

She then abruptly turned her head, looking towards the other side of the coliseum.

"First, let's eliminate the last nuisance."

The Second Prince, the Emissary of Plague, the Flower Fairy who had switched hosts—a total of four Fourth Order Mythical Creatures—exerted a heavy, formidable pressure on Byron and his party.

Furthermore, as the barrier between the sections gradually disappeared, the eyes of many of the Third Order Molten Giants on Byron's side began to shimmer with a pink light once more.

Even with the aid of the [Sell] stock ability, Byron and his allies could, at best, deal with this group. They would find it difficult to leverage their remaining power against this final wave of formidable enemies.

Moreover, with Teris herself entering the fray, wielding the Zero-Level Sacred Relic [Blood Cup], the Second Prince appeared to have gained the decisive advantage.

...

「On the other side.」

Byron possessed the trait [Immune to All Diseases]; neither [Pufferfish Poison] nor [Black Mamba's Breath] could harm him in the slightest.

And by using the Blood of Immunity to concoct an antidote, Atahualpa, Violet, and a group of Molten Giants remained completely unaffected by the poison gas.

Byron had also witnessed everything that transpired on the other side, including the scene where Teris received only half of the Panacea.

Each prince's backers have revealed themselves, and I've even made a fairly accurate guess as to what they're plotting. But the Decryption Rate for 'Hidden: The Dark Clouds Over the Sun Empire's Throne Succession, Historical Influence 30' has been stuck at 70% and hasn't budged. Teris and her Second Prince's faction were already formidable enough. It seems the biggest shark is still lurking beneath the surface, yet to reveal itself.

Byron's expression flickered with uncertainty.

Truly caught between a rock and a hard place; these are not problems that can be solved by brute force alone. What else do I have to break this deadlock?

He glanced at the Crimson Holy Grail in his palm, which was nearly full.

All I can rely on is this cup... the [Blood of Immortality].

While Byron internally contemplated his next move, his body was already acting swiftly.

Coordinating with Violet's long-range attacks, he rapidly closed in on the Third Prince, who was exhausted from running in the torrential rain and clearly at his last gasp.

The [Thorn Rose] in his hand fired three shots in quick succession at close range.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Two to the torso, one to the head—a sight that would make even gods shake their heads in dismay!

This was the merciless Mozambique Drill, designed to leave no survivors.

A Flintlock Gun could not achieve this firing pattern. However, with the popularization of revolvers and whale oil cartridges, this technique would likely soon spread among Musketeers, becoming another innovation attributed to Byron, the progenitor of the Gun Dueling Technique.

Taking advantage of the enemy's momentary paralysis from the gunshots, Byron thrust Cassius's Dagger into his chest. Concerned that the heart might be abnormally positioned, he stabbed once to the left and once to the right for good measure.

The ashen-faced Third Prince [Hero's Blood] collapsed with a thud.

At the same time, the [Crimson Holy Grail], which had also received one-half of the "blood of a political enemy," was finally, completely filled!