In the next moment, the crown atop his head stretched and deformed, gradually becoming sharp like a halberd blade.

In circles of golden light, a grand chant of a million voices echoed:

"Dominating the battlefield, the cannons roar;

Wherever they go, enemies are slain.

The Mad Hunt Legion, outlaw madmen;

As the storm passes, chaos ensues.

The monarch with a thousand faces, both Night Demon and Holy Spirit.

The gale is music, the sea and sky are notes; the warship is a harp, black sails are strings.

The warship is treasure, freedom is heaven; might is law, the sea is home..."

Amidst the chant resonating throughout the Strait of Dover, the legends of [The Mad Hunt] and [The Sea Hunter], with their notoriety exceeding thirty points, completed fusion.

It coalesced into his exclusive King’s Title [Mad Hunt: The Bloodthirsty Storm King], abbreviated as [King of the Wild Hunt].

This is not only a [King’s Title], but also his pseudo-god [Godly Name], equivalent to inheriting a portion of Woden’s legendary status from the Mythological Era [Royal Iron, Prophecy, and Mad Hunt Deity].

Thus, he has finally become a complete entity with great power and collective strength reaching their peak.

Boom—!

A tangible aura of violent dominance erupted from his body, stirring the clouds above.

With a gentle grasp of his fist, he felt he could slice through a small warship with a single sword; if he were to fight the Puppet King again, there’s no chance he’d allow him to escape.

Furthermore, now the Sacred Golden Empire has achieved the prerequisites of King, law (Golden Code), and nation as a Trinity.

As long as he continues to brew for a while longer, once he ascends to the legendary rank, it’s possible to simultaneously condense the Empire’s Emperor [King’s Title], wearing a second crown.

Maybe others cannot see the path after reaching the Fifth Order, but for Byron, the extraordinary journey has only just begun!

Turning his head, he noticed the life force of [Devil Duke] Richard is truly resilient; Edward IV was angered to death, yet he is still stubbornly holding on.

Slowly crawling toward a shadow emerging from the sea, leaving a long trail of blood behind him, demonstrating a strong will to survive.

Byron could not help but be moved by his tenacity, casually snapped his fingers.

Snap!

A [Nether River] pierced through the air, wrapping him up effortlessly.

Instinctively realizing that he could cleanse him, implant memories, or split him into three parts: Gold Axe... representing Human Nature, Divinity, and Beastliness, respectively providing each with a suitable body, among other things.

So long as it’s within the scope of authority, it can be manipulated freely, with almost no consumption.

And as long as the Nether River isn’t empty, Byron will not die.

He didn’t continue experimenting, but rather, with a thought, completely dissolved the ambitious [Devil Duke], wasting not a drop of transformation blood, transcendent ability, Fifth Element... and more.

And simultaneously discovered another shortcut to achieve "Unity of All Things":

"As long as the Nether River grows to its limit, devouring the Material World will surely reach the realm of the creator.

Moreover, after digestion, it washed away the traces of the original host, leaving no backlash."

Turning his head, he brought Catherine and Violet aboard the [Golden Deer], and united with his mother Heather, mother-in-law Vanessa, uncle Henry VI, Succubus Therese, and a group of local Fourth Order, as well as [The King’s Right Hand].

Together with the [Blue Dragon King], personally manned by his dad, they advanced to confront the enemy.

They didn’t have to wait long, as bright green lights suddenly illuminated the sea before them, signaling large-scale intersections between the Edge of the World and the Material World.

Splish splash...

Amidst the sound of water exploding, one after another, large ghost ships leapt from the edge of the world into the Strait of Dover.

Unlike the Phantom Fleet under the [Blue Dragon King], most of which were cruisers pulled from the belly of Slumbering God Kraken.

This fleet under the devil’s command consists entirely of warships above the Fourth Level.

Unknown when they sank during a naval battle, eventually transformed into ghost ships by the Demon Lord.

They all seem plagued by severe coral diseases, covered in barnacles, corals, seaweed.

And completely devoid of any traces of whale oil technology.

A whole horde of undead soldiers armed with swords and guns swarmed the deck, shouting incomprehensible roars at them.

Just completed an assassination mission with the Storm Cloak, [Phantom Blade] Gus instinctively rubbed his eyes:

"Hiss! Why do these ghosts’ undead look so... pitch-black?

What unique species from the Eastern Continent is this?"