Pirate Kingship-Chapter 829 - 505: Violent Stealth: Witch of Angel Hunting! (Part 4)
At the same time, under the leadership of [Chameleon] Jacqueline, the accompanying [Singers] of all levels sang the battle hymn "Katyusha".
Effect: "Allied shell loading efficiency and firepower density increase by 50%, all shells come with tracer effects and organ sound effects, with a 5% chance to convert kinetic energy into thermal energy and cause explosions upon hitting the target.
Enemy panic and morale collapse rate increase by 50%!
During defensive battles, the passive mode 'Defensive War' is triggered, increasing the effect by a further 20% on top of the original, and increasing our side's morale by 100%!"
Byron, dubbed as suffering from "firepower inadequacy phobia" and "Great Good Man," had his exclusive BGM played.
The powerful artillery roared like meteors crashing to the ground, emitting a thunderous roar, causing the divine domain barrier to instantly become shaky, and the light dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The nuns beneath the barrier could no longer recite God's prayers, running frantically with their heads in their hands, desperately trying to find cover.
But with closure inside and out, where could they hide?
After just six rounds of salvo.
BOOM——!
With an earth-sharking sound, a 42-pound carronade shell, enchanted with storm-forged weaponry, slammed through the barrier.
Incidentally knocking off a roof of the monastery, grinding several nuns into pulp.
Although the [Holy Prepuce] was a Zero-Level Sacred Relic, its specialization was always in mystical extermination of evil spirits preventing female pregnancy, not in defending against material world artillery. An inappropriate specialty makes zero level futile.
Clap!
The sacred relic ascending into the high sky amidst the light column shattered instantly due to the enormous force backlash, completely breaking through both the divine domain and the killing rules suppressing prisoners within.
Byron whipped up a gust of wind to gather all the fragments into a box. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶
"These should be the last genuine pieces of the Holy Prepuce in the entire material world.
I myself am in robust health, and have no need for such indescribable artifacts, yet they can definitely be sold for a fortune."
He knew that due to the [Holy Prepuce]'s unique effectiveness in enhancing fertility, many churches and monasteries across the continent declared they possessed parts of the shattered sacred relic.
Ordinary believers couldn't distinguish genuine from fake; if they could conceive after worship, it was credited to the sacred artifact, if not, it was due to lack of piety.
To the believers, it was an unresolved mystery.
It was said that if all the "Holy Prepuce" remnants across the continent were collected, they could stitch together a pouch equivalent in size to a money bag, sourced from places unknown.
This small genuine fragment, alongside the shattered divine domain, crumbled into dozens of pieces.
But if sold on the outside, devout wealthy followers wouldn't hesitate.
In times like these, even mummy powder was in great demand; some successful people with unspeakable issues might even steep it in alcohol.
"Raise the blood flag, kill——!"
After the entire fleet replaced with scatter bombs and razed the monastery, the ferocious Bay Citizens Pirates immediately threw grappling hooks and charged in like their ancestors hundreds of years ago.
Even in saving people, they wouldn't forget their old ways; the church, having ruled the continent for a thousand years, was far richer than the King.
Since they're there, might as well plunder.
Byron himself was even more proactive, summoning the Phantom Warhorse and charging straight at the [Bone Cathedral] pre-located by Hugin with Violet.
The end of the bottom level of the underground prison was the window of a luxurious cell.
"Siege Hammer, open!"
With a lance wrapped in a whirlwind, Byron's blow drilled open the rock wall that lost its divine domain protection.
A mere Law-Breaking Stone, white lead, and various anti-magic metals could lock transcendent abilities, but they couldn't lock away the monster's physical form or the human mind realm.
Endowed with both, [Witch of Calamity] Vanessa broke free from all restraints before Babatila could react.
With a flick of her finger, sharp water blades cut through the locks on Margaret and her companions.
She tore off the metal mask she had worn for a dozen years.
Black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, allowing Byron, now re-embodied in Hugin, to see her true appearance.
She resembled Violet about sixty percent, with skin as fair as snow, her pupils tinged with icy blue, yet her mature and extraordinarily cold elegance more closely fit the witch archetype.
After initial escape, she pushed Margaret and the others aside, aggressively assaulting the culprit who captured her years ago, separating her from her husband and daughter for more than a decade.
With a growl: "Celestial Descent of the Calamity God!"
A halo exploded above, and from the "self" emerged the [Calamity God], materializing amidst the dense calamity aura nearing corporealization.
Transforming into a witch with pure white hair, clad in armor, holding a longsword.
Expression icy and indifferent, seemingly born to spread calamity, her powerful presence causing nearby skeletons to explode into fragments.
Byron might only be a passive Fated Disaster Star, but Vanessa was the true moving Calamity.
"Kill! Secret Arcane Art: Witch Hunt of the Angels!"
Vanessa adjusted her breath, reached out to grasp, as if holding an invisible holy sword, striding to strike along with the witch phantom behind her.
Shing——!
A flash of ice-blue sword light blasted forth, slicing everything in its path, aiming directly at Babatila, whose expression changed drastically beneath the cross.
