Chapter 887: Chapter 520: Your Majesty Streaks, He’s Wearing Nothing! (Part 2)

Their feeble transcendent abilities couldn’t withstand the close-range volley of whale oil bullets, and using past experience facing flintlock guns against modern firearms led to tragic and gruesome deaths.

The accompanying [Storm Cloak], under the leadership of [Phantom Blade] Gus, focused on eliminating the hardliners in the York Party loyal to the White Rose, as well as the blood-stained accomplices and executioners.

Of course, it also included the traditional land nobles who occupied large tracts of land and population, destined to become obstacles to industrialization.

Not even leaving a chance for trial after the war, they were to be dealt with on the spot.

"Brothers, kill according to the list, don’t let anyone escape."

"Yes!"

Just like in the Lighthouse Country, although the execution rate is low, the on-the-spot shooting rate is high!

In the chaotic battlefield, no one knows how these people died. Anyway, "it wasn’t me who did it."

On the other side, the mission led by Prince Sorrenberg’s [Phantom Fleet] was equally smooth.

Even though most of these ghost ships are old ships built by various nations, and overall, their design concepts are not advanced, they possess an immense advantage that the living cannot match.

A total of sixty-three ghost ships weren’t afraid of ordinary cannon attacks. Even if they got riddled with holes, it didn’t matter, making them even more deadly than Byron’s Guardsmen [Wings of Death].

The eyes of the deceased Lancasters burned with the flames of revenge, determined to take down all the traitors who caused their deaths.

First, kill the Earl’s Party, and then the Royalist Party.

In the eyes of the Royalist Nobles, these people were so zealous even in death, they were simply exemplary of "loyalty to Your Majesty," "loving to death."

Soon, these two "reinforcements" converged around the [Royal Oak Number] and [Centaurus Constellation Number], using superior forces to surround the two flagships and the few nearby escort ships together.

While other fleets engaged the main forces of the Second and Third Fleets, [Fearless] and [Blue Dragon King] led their fleets to fully compress the encirclement.

Pushing Kingmaker Warwick’s [Royal Oak Number] and Edward IV’s [Centaurus Constellation Number] forward uncontrollably, they soon pressed together, initially separated only by a hundred meters.

Boom!

Countless grappling hooks flew, firmly locking the ships together, transforming them into a coliseum where life-and-death battles were about to be decided.

Byron’s body [Mad Hunt] led his Guardsmen, leaping forward with a fierce cloak billowing, a gusting wind rushing towards Edward IV.

Not forgetting to shout:

"Sir Kingmaker, let’s go together.

According to the agreement, north of Hadrians Wall is mine, and south of the wall, Ganquan Palace, York’s wealth, and the [The First Beauty of the Channel Islands] all belong to you."

Then he continued to add fuel to the fire against Edward IV:

"Edward, today is your death day!

Rest assured, your wife and children will be taken care of by Sir Kingmaker."

Although Warwick felt Byron’s words were somewhat off, they were indeed what was agreed upon beforehand, so he didn’t refute.

He simply led his Guardsmen to charge at the [Centaurus Constellation Number].

"Dare to take my Elizabeth, I want you dead!"

Edward IV’s eyes instantly turned blood-red, matching a pale and ghastly face, making him appear even more terrifyingly fierce.

Who doesn’t know now that the Queen is his reverse scale?

And "Helen’s Fate Symphony" was fundamentally about fighting for women.

Facing the joint assault of Byron and Warwick, Edward IV couldn’t quite say whom he hated more, but instinctively fixed his gaze on Warwick.

Byron could only be considered a public enemy of the interest groups, but Warwick was both a public enemy and had a personal vendetta with him!

"Your Majesty, don’t panic, I will handle this madman for you!"

At this moment, the Marquis Thomas Neville, who had a relatively weak presence in the two-party war, charged towards Byron with his [Dictator’s Rod].

Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield, [The Sea Hunter] had long since separated the Sixth Fleet, capturing the [Nordic Snow Wind] through a boarding assault.

[The Golden Deer] merely flickered, using a thin world rift to leap to the core battlefield.

[The Sea Hunter] also whipped up a gale, pouncing towards [Mad Hunt].

With a face brimming with righteousness, he shouted sternly:

"You want to harm His Majesty, you must pass me first!"

On the "King Edward," "Norwich York" was unwilling to lag behind, drawing his sword and joining the three-on-one siege.

After all, among the various sequences of the [Ladder of Glory], three low-levels against one high-level is considered the most basic configuration.

Fewer than three people are just delivering food.

Clang! Clang! Clang!...

The terrain could no longer constrain this level of transcendents, figures flickered between the warships, weapons clashed, sparks flew, and a din like iron pounding echoed loudly.

As the Royalist Nobles instinctively dodged, they couldn’t help but exclaim repeatedly:

"Didn’t they say the [Uncrowned King] has not officially ascended to the Fifth Order, and only through some extra augmentation could battle the [Puppet King]?

How could he be this strong?

It requires both Marquis of Neville and Count of Torrentfort, who are Fourth Order, and the already transformed Fourth Order undead creature Marquess of Norwich, to barely hold him off? So strong!"

In reality, Byron did not waste those precious few minutes of "real man time," it seemed intense, but actually had no substance, all fierce action and special effects.

Fake fighting, Byron was a professional at it.

At this moment, observing the vastly different performances of those under the Royalist Party, Edward IV frowned deeply.

Though increasingly tyrannical, he also grew increasingly sensitive, secretly evaluating them in his heart: