After Byron dug a pit deep enough to bury the Kalmar Union up to its neck, he drifted away.

But the Kalmar Union still had to swallow the bitter brew of their own making.

The storm had long since passed.

Under the blood-red setting sun, in Bergen Port of Count Hodalan’s Domain, the closest to the Faroe Islands, separated only by a fjord, the pungent smell of gunpowder had not yet entirely dissipated.

Three or four massive sea monsters, whose original species were nearly indistinguishable, lay grotesquely dead on the beach, with their vividly colored blood forming small streams trickling into the sea.

A group of soldiers dressed in leather and armed with iron tongs were carefully cleaning up, digging a deep pit on the beach to reaccumulate the scattered limbs.

"Be careful not to get the blood of these freaks on you. Someone call an [Artisan] to light them up with whale oil and burn their corpses to ashes.

Once they’re completely burned, find a [Navigator] to summon the tide to wash them all back into the sea for me.

Also, pass on my order: Bergen Port is to ban fishing for ten days.

Tell those who make a living from fishing that if they don’t want to die, if they catch any bizarre fish, they should throw them back into the sea immediately and definitely not try anything new by eating raw fish.

The sea before us, which we have coexisted with in peace for hundreds of years, is likely to be anything but peaceful."

The young Earl, who had inherited his title for only a few years, braved the early spring northern winds, bare-chested, personally directing the soldiers in the aftermath.

According to Bayfolk tradition, his strong upper body was covered with tattoos of various fierce animals.

No wonder the [Evernight Queen], the [Bearkin], and even part of the nobility were staunch believers in the Orthodox Church, with cultural adherence beyond mere admiration for strength.

The ancestors of the nobility on the Eternal Night Peninsula were savages and pirates going back eight generations, and if not for the cultural demands of many professions, they probably wouldn’t even be able to write their names.

If you sent these folks to play the part of pirates, they wouldn’t need to act; even their bones had the marinated pirate temperament.

Like the indigenous people of the Southern Continent, they still retained their ancestors’ most primitive savagery.

The young Earl led his men around the battlefield, then turned to look at the Faroe Islands across the fjord, a trace of hatred flashing in his eyes:

"Ulysses, lucky for you, you’re already dead.

Otherwise, if you dared to use us as a shield, I would have shown you, an outsider who grew up in The Holy Silver Empire, the prowess of us old Bayfolk."

The beast tide is a Calamity, but a beast tide that only attacks specific targets is undoubtedly a Calamity of Man.

Under the orders of the [Bearkin], those sea monsters controlled by [Frigg’s Vanity Box] were each driven toward the territory of a political enemy.

These political enemies were either secret Protestant supporters or nationalist Bayfolk who rejected church rule, or admirers of the [Wild Hunt King].

At the very least, they were members of the Pentarchy Faction, openly declaring that none but the bloodline of [Blue Dragon King] Reinhardt could be king!

These individuals, in whatever form, were obstacles to the Bearkin’s ascension to the throne, naturally thorns in his flesh and nails in his eyes.

In Ulysses’ view.

The essence of the beast tide is a Calamity, and with the [Evernight Queen]’s protection afterward, no one could openly accuse him of the "unintentional" introduction of the beast tide.

As for secret measures, despite how fiercely these traditional "Bayfolk Righteous Dragonhead Flag" gentlemen shouted, Ulysses feared no one when it came to scheming and intrigue.

Otherwise, the young Earl’s eyes would reflect not hatred, but a murderous intent.

Fortunately, after those sea monsters dispersed to attack, their individual strength wasn’t too formidable, and after Count Hodalan’s Domain was attacked, a warning was immediately sent to all coastal ports.

The private armies of the port lords and the coastal defense forces managed to kill the landing sea monsters at a certain cost.

Yet it allowed the upper echelon of the Kalmar Union of Three Nations to personally feel the terror of this beast tide firsthand.

The most crucial part wasn’t the direct destructive power, but rather the indescribable "Coelenterate Disease."

Once infected, not only did people show aggression towards other humans and land animals, but they also degenerated into coelenterates which would... have a mouth with no anus.

That is to say, they were left with only a mouth, regurgitating waste through the same route after digestion.

Though some adventurers had seen all manner of bizarreness, and had become somewhat accustomed to the appearance of coelenterates, this peculiar physiological structure was still hard to accept.

In their eyes, it was a hundred times more terrifying than last year’s coral disease.

"Your Excellency the Earl, the infected soldiers have been captured alive as you ordered, what should we do next?"

Several [Crow Doctors] and [Pharmacists] of the hospital sequence hastily came to report to Count Hodalan.

"Do you have a way to save them?"

Upon hearing the Earl’s inquiry, they all showed troubled expressions, glancing at each other before explaining with a bitter smile:

"Since medicine involves the human body, the hospital sequence has been suppressed by the church for over a thousand years.

Bloodletting for headache and fever, equal chance of life and death for common ailments, and for rare conditions... we are completely at a loss.

If someone could withstand ’Coelenterate Disease’ and eventually recover, we might attempt to brew an antidote using bloodletting therapy and [Blood Healing Potion].

But as of now, no such fortunate soul exists, and even if one did, draining their blood wouldn’t yield sufficient antidote.

Currently, there are two feasible methods.

First, seek help from the church, convene at least a middle-sequence bishop to host a mass ceremony, and attempt to purify the corruption from the afflicted using Holy Light.