Pirate Kingship.

Chapter 575: God of the Wild Hunt: Come to me!
"[God of Commerce] Mercury? It's him!"

The Eastern Continent's [Corridor of Truth] is located the lowest, and the source tides are the most active, so it is normal for many legends and knowledge to be resurrected, but this situation is rare in the Silver Continent.

This land has been suppressed by the Silver Law for over a thousand years.

Even if the dregs of history resurface, once the legendary resurrection that is at least equivalent to a fourth-order mythical creature is born, it will be extinguished at the first opportunity.

Although the witch hunts and inquisitions led by the church killed countless innocent people, they also made those things disappear eight hundred years ago.

Only beings like Mercury, the God of Commerce, who was born shortly after the Silver Age began, possessed a human body in time, and integrated into the collective subconscious, had the opportunity to grow.

Byron also wanted to use the "Echoes of History" to trace back further.

Although only fragments that have an impact on history will be recorded.

But the opportunity is rare. It is not easy to find antiques like the Temple of Jupiter that are closely related to important historical figures and are old enough.

Even one more glance was enough for Byron to dig up more information from ancient times.

For example, what happened to the pantheon of the Ancient Silver Empire? Why was the temple of the God King destroyed?

The resurrection of knowledge requires a medium. Why would the imprint of the God of Commerce be left in such a place? What about the other gods of the Silver Pantheon?
But when [Echoes of History] passed over the "traitor" Mercurius with Byron's eyes and continued to move forward, he was suddenly blocked by a dark torrent.

This means that he has touched upon the great catastrophe caused by the flood at the last change of era.

At this moment, Byron not only witnessed the most important historical node in the past few thousand years, but also heard the sound of the mighty flood.

The sound grew louder and louder until it was almost deafening, vibrating Byron's spirit along with it.

However, an entire huge [Golden Law] is anchored in his body, and even the [Silver Law] is a potential major shareholder. It is pure wishful thinking to make him fall out of control just based on a historical image!

Moreover, after Byron obtained the [Sunstone Calendar] and his strong prophetic ability, he naturally developed a strong sense of things that were closely related to him.

At this moment, he subconsciously felt that behind this flood that made the gods shudder, there might be information that was extremely important to him.

This impulse in my heart is even stronger than a mighty flood.

So he activated his own power without hesitation, driving the [Styx] which had similar properties to the Sea of ​​​​Source to rush towards the water curtain in front of him.

"Open it for me!"

Boo!
It was like a layer of bubbles being popped.

Byron finally saw the Temple of Jupiter clearly, as well as its murals and reliefs when they were complete, magnificent and bustling with people.

But then his eyes gradually widened, because there was black smoke in the sky, countless divine lights collided, collapsed, and fell, demigods were flying all over the sky, and false gods were worse than dogs.

The sun and the moon changed color, blood rain fell, and all things wept.

Every strange celestial phenomenon heralds the fall of a god above level five.

Even from time to time, the corpses of gods as tall as mountains fell to the ground, and the shattered kingdoms of demigods exploded, tearing open large and small world cracks in the "hull" of the material world.
It took Byron a long while to react:

"This is the Ragnarok War of the Gods! And this land of the Ancient Silver Empire seems to be one of the main battlefields."

The next moment, a brilliant meteor with divine light that tore apart the sky streaked across the sky and fell down with a loud bang.

Half of the island, along with the small part of the Temple of Jupiter that was protected by the gods, collapsed in an instant, and most of the mural relief next to it was also shattered.

This meteor is one of the brightest among the countless gods in the sky.

The divine light on his body was far more blazing than that of all the old gods Byron had seen with his own eyes, but it did not have the strong, disgusting taint of theirs. Instead, it had a strange sense of familiarity.

Byron hurriedly looked at the towering figure riding a warhorse who was slowly standing up from the ruins, but the strong divine light on the other person's body, as if it were real, could penetrate the crow and sting his fifth-level eyes, making it impossible to see any details.

But the heart in my chest started beating wildly "boom boom boom" for no apparent reason.

"Who is this?"

Driven by a strong premonition, he tried his best to see the figure clearly.

He tried so hard that the white of his right eye gradually became bloodshot, and he pushed so hard that the [Ship's Log] in his eye was under pressure and turned the pages rapidly.

Maybe it was eternity, maybe it was just a moment, just when Byron thought his eyeballs were about to explode.

The great god who clearly existed only in a fragment of history seemed to be aware of something and suddenly raised his head to look over.

Byron's right eye suddenly met the empty right eye socket behind the divine light.

Although there was nothing in the other person's eye sockets, it seemed as if there was a bright morning star hidden in it, and countless characters were flowing, as if they were materialized wisdom.

Byron could even directly read the emotion in the other person's eyes, which was "relief", and a reminder conveyed through his eyes:
"Come find me now!"

Afterwards, [Echoes of History] completely dissipated, and Byron's right eye turned black, apparently because of excessive consumption.

But trauma is not an injury to him.

Then a red divine light shone from his eye sockets, and the power of [Creation] automatically restored his blind right eye.

Byron didn't care about these little things, and chewed on the words just now with a stunned look:
"Come to me? Is that addressed to me, or to Mercurius on the relief?
Although it was a bit absurd, I felt that He was indeed talking to me, because of this iconic familiar appearance, the seventh-order true god seemed to be... But how is this possible?"

[Echoes of History] is essentially the same as watching a video.

An image that only remained in historical fragments suddenly spoke to him, as if The Ring suddenly broke through the dimensional wall and called him.

But what just happened was even more terrifying than The Ring.

After all, no matter how powerful the ghosts are, if they dare to come after Byron, the [King of the Wild Hunt], a thousand of them will die.

The former is a seventh-order true god who stands at the pinnacle of the extraordinary system.

What's more, he had predicted this day 1,500 years later as early as the end of the last era? What a terrifying predictive ability!

"And where is He? Why does He want me to find Him? Is this a cry for help, or is there another hidden meaning?"

Byron originally wanted to spy on the secret, but he didn't expect that he would have more questions after reading it.

Just as his emotions were fluctuating, the "traitor" used his former idol as a medium to barely reconcile the contradiction between his "divine side" and his "human side", and sat down on the ground without any image.

"Ow—!"

As soon as his butt touched the ground, he screamed and jumped up from the ground like a spring.

He quickly activated the power of the false god to recover from the severe injury on his buttocks, and the hatred that he had temporarily put aside surged out again.

"Louis XI, I want you to die miserably!!!"

With trembling hands, he took out the book "History of the Silver Continent" which was almost finished.

Byron watched him flipping through the pages one by one, and combined with the images of the "traitor"'s identities in different periods that he had just seen, he finally locked onto the thread of his stirring up trouble throughout the entire Silver Age.

The resurrected myth and legend possessed a young man in the Silver Empire, who had not yet been completely ruled by the Church, and became the first poet in the [Stairway of Glory] palace sequence.

Like an ordinary normal human being, he appeared and disappeared mysteriously and caused trouble throughout the history of the Silver Continent.

They had different names and identities in different eras, but they were all poets, writers, litterateurs and playwrights famous in the country or even in the world.

He was the first poet, the first historian, the famous thinker, and the unprecedented philosopher.

He was even the pioneer who started the Renaissance, Dante, the last poet of the old era and the first poet of the new era.

And he is the most sought-after literary master and famous playwright in Florence, the capital of literature and art today, and the "Jupiter at the pinnacle of human literature"!

He is basically all the people in history who rose rapidly, whose life history and interpersonal relationships could not be found much during their lifetime, who had no descendants after their death, but who had many works and had a huge influence in the literary world.

The Renaissance movement that shook the solid foundation of the Silver Law and liberated people's thoughts was promoted by Mercurius.

Much of the knowledge and ideas are the essence of civilization brought by this idle "God of Commerce" from the previous mythological era, so it is called the "Renaissance" instead of the "Literary and Artistic Liberation".

Soon he turned to the last page of the history book, which was also the page where he wanted to assassinate Byron, but was counterattacked by the [Ten Thousand Wings Angel] and gave birth to the "divine side", and the second personality wanted to kill him.

Compared to the beginning, there are a lot more contents:
"The man whose name cannot be mentioned; the first poet and writer in the Hall of Fame; a lonely soul wandering in history; a tamperer of human civilization;
A poor fellow who seeks his father's love but can't find him anywhere; god of commerce; messenger of the gods; Mercury.
Since the failure of the six old god churches in their siege of the North Sea Empire, a series of your powers have become invalid one after another and can no longer provide you with mystical protection.

Because of a series of coincidences such as being reported by someone and the meteor and earthquake in Florence, your latest identity, 'Jupiter at the pinnacle of human literature', was found to be a forgery.

It soon attracted the attention of the night watchman.

They linked together all the distortions and anomalies you created in history, confirmed your existence, and regarded you as the most wanted criminal after "The Clown".

A secret warrant has been issued for your arrest, and the Night's Watch is on the move.

Good people will be rewarded with good things, and bad people will be punished with bad things.

History should be like this! "These words are obviously the handwriting of the "divine aspect" during this period. His enemies now are not only Louis XI and Byron, but also the Protestant Night Watchmen who swore to be heretics.

No one will admit that he is a bad person, and the traitors who have committed many evil deeds are no exception.

Especially when he saw the “poor fellow who pursued his father’s love but couldn’t find his father anywhere”, his face was filled with anger and shame at having his true identity exposed:
"The Creator used conspiracy and trickery to not only kill the alien gods, but also the other two major human gods.

Moreover, unlike other alien gods, the Father God cannot be seen alive or dead.

What's wrong with me wanting to find my Father God and my brothers and sisters?

If it weren't for the Father's protection, humans would have been devoured by the gods in the mythological era. They should be honored for their sacrifice for making such a small contribution to me."

Although the will of the "divine side" is suppressed, it carries the awareness of social rules and morality, and its attitude remains firm:

“This is not a reason for you to not care about human lives.”

Byron put aside his unexpected gain for the moment and listened carefully to the "traitor's" mumbling.

The most core issue is that in the mythological era, there are three major pantheons that were born one after another among human beings: the Jupiter pantheon of the ancient Silver Empire, the Wild Hunt pantheon of the Bay People, and the Holy Father Remit pantheon.

Why is there only the Church of the Creator, which evolved from the Holy Father's pantheon, left now? Where have the other two gone?
The "traitor" has searched all over the Silver Continent over the years and has also traveled through the world's rifts in search of the Sea of ​​​​Source.

He also traveled around the world in the identity of Dante, and finally wrote a long poem "Divine Comedy" which covered almost all of the material world, but still gained nothing.

It is confirmed that the other two major pantheons neither successfully survived the flood and lived in some corner of the world, nor drowned in the source sea and turned into a corrupt and fallen corpse like other gods.

He also used the connections he had built up over the years in both the black and white worlds to search the entire material world, but he had never heard of any sect that had inherited their knowledge and established a corresponding black magic society.

This also means that the two major pantheons were completely cut off from the material world and could not disseminate their knowledge.

He even personally visited the ten underwater kingdoms of the East Continent, especially the Mermaid Kingdom which possessed the Level 0 Holy Relic [Trident of the Sea King].

At the beginning, I was overjoyed, thinking that I had found an exception. In theory, Neptune, the King of the Sea, was indeed the least likely to drown.

But after hiding in the dark and observing for a while, I was disappointed to find that the reality was completely different from what I had imagined.

The ancestor of the Mermaid Kingdom is not the real Neptune, the Sea King, but a mythical story that has come alive from history like the "traitor".

The medium is the head of the trident that was interrupted during Ragnarok and fell into the Sea of ​​Monsters.

That is to say, in a place like the Corridor of Truth, certain holy relics can really summon ancient beings from history. As for how much relationship they have with the prototypes of historical figures, it is really hard to say.

It is precisely because of this that when eight of the ten underwater kingdoms were destroyed by [Noah's Ark] and the remaining two were also in danger, the "traitors" turned a blind eye.

In his eyes, those who received benefits from the Silver Empire pantheon but did not seek to give back, and who did not "rescue" the missing Silver Gods like him, were already doomed to death.

After listening to their conversation, Byron remained silent:

"The 'traitor' betrayed humanity for this reason? Or is he extremely hostile to the Creator and the Church?

But then again, similar paths will automatically aggregate.

The person who is most compatible with me should be Woden, the God of the Wild Hunt. Why have I never found his followers or church in the world?
As the direct descendant of Woden, the forbidden book inherited by the Harold family of Anchor Bay should most likely come from the Bay People's God System, but why is it "Curse of Disaster" from [Leviathan, the Rift Whale]?

Therefore, the ancient silver pantheon that Mercurius had been searching for for an entire era might not really be in the material world, at the edge of the world, or in the Sea of ​​Essence.

Where would that be?”

Even though Byron only saw a black eye socket of the seventh-order true god he had just looked into, he was very sure that it was the God King of the Bay People in the mythological era, Woden [the God of Prophecy, Royal Power, and Wild Hunt]!
He also conveyed the message, asking Byron to find him like Mercurius of the ancient Silver Empire pantheon.

Byron thought of this.

The ink smudges on the logbook, [Secret: Prophecy, Kingship, and the prophecy of racial revival by the god of the Wild Hunt, Woden, historical influence 69] the decoding density jumped from 70% to 73%.

This shows that the problem of the three giants of the human pantheon back then was not only a problem of Mercurius, but also a problem of him, the descendant of the Bay People.

“We must definitely look for it.

[The Creator] will have to face the problem of collapse sooner or later.

But why is it three again this time? This number makes me feel a little concerned. "

Byron touched his right eye, which might have a murky origin, and his gaze towards the "traitor" became somewhat hesitant.

I think it might not be a good idea to attack and kill Mercurius right now.

They have a common goal in finding the two main gods.

But from the perspective of historical influence, it is also bound to be fraught with dangers.

Letting this dedicated "traitor" to take advantage of the situation for one's own benefit is also a way of making the best use of his resources, just like this time he wanted to use him to fight with Louis XI.

The most important thing.

Louis XI has clearly topped Mercurius's must-kill list, ranking higher than Byron.

One of them was a "personal vendetta" and the other was a "public enemy", so of course the priorities of revenge were different. If Louis XI was not killed, Mercurius would not cause trouble for Byron again.

Then the "traitor" turned to a blank page in the "History of the Silver Continent" again.

After making sure that the temporarily suppressed "divine side" would not rebel again, he decisively activated his own magic [Real Script], combined with the power of the holy relic and his own book of blood and tears, and wrote:

"Iris' elite troops are gathering in secret, but many knights of the Poor Knights have not yet realized this. They are gathering from various branches to the headquarters to prepare to participate in the election of the new Grand Master.

The current Vice-Master of the Knights Templar, Jacques de Molay, is also a legendary paladin. If he were to take the position of Grand Master, he might be able to stabilize the shaky situation.

However, as a high-ranking member of the Knights Templar and having always lived in the Iris Kingdom, he knew Louis XI very well and vaguely sensed a sign of impending storm.

Therefore, he quietly took out a famous [First Level Cursed Item - Ghost Hand Knife] from the secret space vault where the Knights stored various treasures and collaterals.

And I am determined to not let them get the key to the Knights' secret vault even if I have to perish together with the foreign enemies."

Byron didn't need to read on to understand Mercurius's plan.

He wanted to kill someone with a borrowed knife, and Mercurius was also prepared to kill someone with a borrowed knife.

Because Byron was also familiar with the name of the treasure [Cursed Object: Ghost Hand Knife].

"It was originally forged by a mad blacksmith who lost all his fortune in gambling. He cut off his wife's right hand to make the handle, then used his son's ribs to make the blade, and used his own shin bone to make the scabbard.

He presented it to his creditor at that time. Three days later, the creditor went mad and killed his entire family with the ghost hand knife.

From then on, every owner of this knife and his entire family would die a violent death.

But everyone who sees it can't help but want to take it for themselves, because holding this knife can give an ordinary person extremely powerful strength.

As it killed more and more people, the power of the sword grew stronger, until it became a first-level holy relic with power comparable to that of a higher-sequence one."

Effect: The Ghost Hand Knife is a fallen devil's knife. The mere temptation it exudes is enough to cause those weak-willed intelligent creatures to fall into depravity and madness, as if the devil is waving at them.

When a person with strong will holds the hilt of the knife, he can gain great power, but the price is that he must sacrifice his entire family.

Depending on the quality of the sacrifice, the highest possible power increase could be comparable to that of a legend.

You can even cast an unsolvable curse on a specific target. Even if you can't kill the target with a knife, you can still curse the target and their entire family to death!

This knife seems to have a special obsession with the whole family. It can be called a supreme treasure for home travel, murder and robbery, and revenge.

Time flies, and it is Friday of the second week, dusk.

Located in the north of Iris, in the small town of Tulip Castle on the North Coast, all kinds of flags are hung, and knights of all levels from the Poor Knights have come together to help each other.

After hundreds of years of development, the word "poverty" has long become a thing of the past.

Sergeant, Squire, Senior Squire, Apprentice Knight, Professional Monk, Knight, Priest, Legion Master, Sergeant Major, Gentile Cavalry Master, Knight Master, Provincial Inspector General, Provincial Minister of Internal Affairs, Holy City Inspector General, Standard Bearer, Legion Commander, Grand Abbot, Deputy Commander, Grand Commander
The Knights Templar, with its strict hierarchy, is no different from a wealthy small country, and all of its members are military personnel, so their combat effectiveness should not be underestimated.

When the top leaders were holding a meeting, many members of the Knights Templar had already prepared layer upon layer of defense, and the sentinels were spread out far away.

But even though they were careful enough, they still didn't notice that under the cover of the "Border Maze" of the Iris Kingdom, a huge bronze cannon had been set up on the top of a mountain one kilometer away.

This is a war monster that is 5.34 meters long, 0.92 meters in diameter, and weighs 40 tons. Each shell weighs one ton.

It is also the largest artillery piece in the world.

The historical influence it brought may be insignificant, but just by virtue of its huge size and powerful power, it has transformed into a [Second-level Holy Relic: God of War]!
Louis XI, wearing silk stockings and rouge and powder, came here in person, waved his hand to his artillery, and said casually:
"Send them on their way."

"Yes, sir. Fire!"

Boom——!
With a loud noise that shook the mountain ridges, dazzling flames once again illuminated the gradually darkening sky.

A huge red cannonball flew out of the barrel, releasing a brilliant and dazzling brilliance like a meteor, and then one turned into two, two turned into four, and four turned into eight.
In the blink of an eye, half the sky was filled with a shower of meteors whizzing by!
(End of this chapter)