"Why did you tell us so much? Are you stalling for time? What exactly are you waiting for?! "

It’s well known that villains talk too much and end up dead.

The [Sea Hunter] didn’t resolve them cleanly, it certainly couldn’t be because he forgot.

Byron estimated the time, smiled maliciously, and bluntly exposed Richard’s biggest trump card, leaving him completely defenseless.

"Of course I’m waiting for you... to signal, to summon the commander of the ’Fortress Bridgehead Colonization Plan’, Great Devil Lord Lorena.

Richard, you collaborated with a Fifth Order [False God] for power, willingly serving as her pawn, without realizing she never intended to leave once she arrived.

The ones planning to take a bite out of you were never just me alone.

You consider yourself smart, but how are you essentially different from those natives who warmly welcomed the first batch of ’adventurers’ from the Old Continent, gifting them land and turkey to eat?

They are colonizers more ferocious than you, they want not only your land but also your... scalp!"

Perhaps due to racial instincts, Byron, when making strategic plans, habitually prepares for the worst-case scenario.

Ingrained with the belief that there are only two countries in the world, one’s own country and foreign countries, if he can’t defeat the world, he feels the preparations are insufficient.

He spent an enormous amount of time climbing the technology tree, meticulously preparing the "heavy cruiser fleet of this era", to maximize the margin of error.

Ready for a one-on-one with them all.

"The infiltration plan of the Great Devil Lord Lorena is the kind most hated by organizations across the continent, a peaceful evolution from the bottom up, impossible to guard against but incredibly destructive.

Countless ordinary people are dragged into it, and by the time they realize the ones coming are not the saviors they imagined, but predators using them as pawns, it’s already too late.

They don’t know there has never been a savior in this world, nor does it depend on gods and angels. If you want to live happily, you can only rely on yourself.

Dignity exists only at the tip of a sword, and truth only within the range of a cannon.

If a foreign enemy dares to reach out, you must unsheathe your sword decisively and cut off their tentacles.

In a narrow path, the brave win, or you choose to be a great power, or you draw your sword to hunt, anything other than resisting or evading is pointless."

Perhaps the countries located at the end of the "Third Ring Current Zone," like Hightins, Iron Anchor Bay, and even the Kalmar Triad, are the inevitable choices for colonial bridgeheads.

But Byron insists on telling them: No!

Seizing this opportunity to fight a head-on battle is better than being secretly overthrown.

Within the kingdom, kin are forbidden.

As the words fell, Richard was kicked over by Byron, revealing the blood-soaked deck below, and a "Abyssal Pit Beast Mark" [Beast Mark].

Unexpectedly, even though the [Beast Mark] glowed with divine light, it never received a response from the other side.

This signifies that even though Richard was the demon most favored by the Great Devil Lord, he was ruthlessly discarded after his failure.

This also means after being penetrated through his Spiritual Body, his last hope of survival was gone too.

Despair finally overflowed in Richard’s eyes.

"No—! Your Majesty Lorraine, do not abandon me, save me, save me!"

Byron’s [Mad Hunt] essence frowned, unexpectedly, the devil was so disloyal, the renowned [Devil Duke] immediately discarded him.

However, in the next moment, there came the wild laughter from another direction:

"Ahahaha, you scoundrels are all going to die, I will be the ultimate winner!

Who said I’m useless? I am the destined master of York! Hahaha...."

He turned to look beside him at the [Royal Oak Number] and the seemingly "worthless" George of Duke of Clarence who remained here.

He clutched his side and stood up from the deck.

In the palm of his hand appeared the same [Beast Mark], flashing with a dazzling red light like breathing.

Clearly, among the Warwick and York three brothers, the only one in good condition, George, was involuntarily chosen as the new "opinion leader" by the Great Devil Lord [Death Pianist] Lorena.

Equivalent to picking up a great advantage without doing anything.

Just imagine, in a prestigious royal family.

The eldest brother is a genius king expected by the entire family, leading the family to great achievements.

The third brother, although born deformed, is exceptionally talented, ruthless, and secretly plots with one scheme after another, becoming the first Fourth Order Mythical Creature in the family, indirectly achieving immortality.

The father-in-law is even more adept, alone helping the eldest brother ascend to the throne, manipulating powers, and intends to place him onto the throne as well.

The three of them ended up embroiled in life-and-death struggles, only for the most worthless, least noticeable second brother to claim the prize in the end.

It is an existence that could be called the best story in any history book.

Even though he relied on outside power to ascend, even if he succeeded, he would ultimately only be a puppet king.

Byron wasn’t panicked, instead, he sighed with relief.

"Not bad, it wasn’t in vain that I waited, finally, they came.

Beating York is just quelling the rebellion, next, we’ll beat the colonizers from the Eastern Continent together, that’s Blackins’ rebirth through fire and the battle for establishing a nation!"

The essence of [Mad Hunt] swung the Dragon Slayer Sword in his hand.

Clearly, on the sea surface reflection below his feet, a vast shadow suddenly spread, and amidst the waves, gusts of ominous wind mixed with ghostfire arose.