Pirate Kingship-Chapter 613 - 439
The Fourth Prince Atahualpa had long since become a bird frightened by the mere twang of a bowstring.
Having witnessed the terrifying spectacle of his father's undead spirit returning from a golden-haired mouse's perspective, he was almost driven mad by the recent tragedy.
In the blink of an eye, all his brothers and Divine Descendants had been cleanly slaughtered; the Third-Order Molten Giants and the Fourth-Order Sons of the Sun had all become fuel for the King's "ascension."
If Byron hadn't found him a body double in advance and hidden him well, he would already have become part of the fuel.
At this moment, the image of a kind and affable father vanished from his heart.
Preserving his life had become his utmost pursuit.
It was unexpected that not only had Byron taken precautions for himself, but he had also somehow managed to reclaim the [Sun Crown] without anyone knowing when.
"His Majesty, the Lord of Heaven, you have been too good to me. From now on, we are brothers. No, from now on you are my good big brother! I want to form a Blood Oath with you!"
He couldn't help but be moved to tears, deeply feeling that all those so-called relatives who wished him dead, combined, couldn't compare to this good brother he had known for less than a month.
The members of the noble council outside the Secret Realm also breathed a collective sigh of relief.
At this juncture, no one cared why the original [Sun Crown], which was stolen by the outsider 'Little Hound,' appeared here.
Even the most conservative High Priest took a deep breath; rules, no matter how important, were not as crucial as the continuity of the Empire.
If the new king candidates had been killed by the Former King, regardless of whether the Former King was punished by the [Sun God] or not, he would have had to commit suicide in the Temple to atone first.
And all these coincidences were naturally viewed by them as the [Sun God]'s arrangement through mysterious ways.
It must have been the all-knowing, great [Sun God] who foresaw the Former King's conspiracy and secretly arranged everything. To exterminate the Former King and support the new King. The God still loves His children on earth after all. Yes, the facts must be just so!
But no one expected that just as everyone was exhilarated that this bloody tumult could finally end, the upper Heavens, which had previously shown no reaction to the Former King's slaughter of his many offspring, suddenly responded.
A Fifth-Order God descended in true form.
The imposing figure was clad in brilliant Sun Golden Armor, with a cloak that showed twilight on one side and shadows on the other.
Before anyone could see the face of the newcomer, an overwhelming presence, like the sun itself descending, spread out, filling the entire Secret Realm and dazzling all onlookers, making it difficult for them to open their eyes.
THUMP! THUMP!...
The members of the noble council who had been guarding outside the Secret Realm instinctively fell to their knees, not daring to look up at the divine visage, even though they could see nothing.
The hierarchy among the Descendants of the Sun God was strict; even the Former King possessed the tremendous authority to grant life or death, let alone an immortal God.
Even Atahualpa, who had just reverted to human form, was no exception and immediately knelt to the ground.
Even Byron, Violet, August, and Teris, the four capable Fourth-Order individuals, felt immense pressure when facing that existence.
It was as if a great mountain was pressing heavily upon their chests.
Judging solely from the aura, the newcomer's strength was obviously superior to that of the Fifth-Order [False God], [Abyssal Horror] Dagon, and the [Father of the School of Sharks] Bonaparte, who were also Fifth-Order.
As the figure approached step by step, Atahualpa, drawing on their shared bloodline, was the first to confirm the other's identity, kowtowing and sobbing, "Grandfather! The great [Death Dusk]! You must seek justice for my deceased brothers. My father... my father... he..." Atahualpa's voice broke, and he trailed off into sobs.
Byron also saw a Godly Name displayed in the Sailing Logbook: 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂
"Fifth-Order False God, [Death Dusk] Supay."
[Death Dusk] Supay, who presides over shadow and twilight, was none other than the old King Huayna Capac's father—the one who had killed all his brothers of the same generation and married all his sisters. He was, naturally, Atahualpa's grandfather.
This notorious Fifth-Order False God did not respond to his grandson Atahualpa, merely glancing emotionlessly at his trembling son, Huayna Capac.
The latter immediately froze on the spot under the pressure of a higher rank and bloodline, faring no better than his own sons had.
Byron, however, utilizing [Divine Sight], sharply perceived a flicker of pleasure and deeply hidden murderous intent in the other's eyes.
His heart skipped a beat. Something's not right; this [False God]'s attitude is off! Death Dusk? Resurrection? Nether Authority? Could it be that...
Before he could ponder further, the figure, after restraining his son, the old King Huayna Capac, looked towards Byron and his companions.
Then, without expression, he stepped towards them.
As he approached, step by step, the Decryption Rate of that hidden matter increased dramatically.
"85%, 87%, 90%, 93%..."
This undoubtedly proved that the other was privy to the old King's cruel plan, perhaps even another manipulator behind the scenes!
Even the dimmest of fools could feel the murderous intent radiating from the other.
The air around them tightened slowly, like hardening amber, threatening to freeze them just as it had the old King.
Seeing this attitude, Byron's first thought was that the hostage had accidentally seen the kidnapper's face; even if the ransom was paid, they would be killed for sure!
