Pirate Kingship-Chapter 669 - 463 Thunder and Fire, The Civil War Begins (6400 Merge)_3

What's more important is... Byron looked towards the Sailing Logbook in his right eye.

After the Hell Painter and The Kingmaker, two hidden masterminds, were exposed one after another, the "Hidden: The Death Stranding Incident Amidst the Bipartisan Dispute, Historical Influence 28" entry had only progressed to a 70% Decryption Rate.

Just like the previous "Hidden: Ominous Clouds over the Royal Authority Succession in the Sun Empire," another great secret was clearly concealed.

Those who play politics have dark hearts and dirty hands. He was worried that even at the last moment, the one lurking underwater might not reveal himself.

"My Anne!"

On the other side, Marquis Thomas Neville, seeing his beloved daughter, his only precious gem, so tragically killed, couldn't help but let out a howl like a lone wolf, nearly spitting blood on the spot.

The parents of the other five girls also felt darkness envelop their vision, unable to understand why they, members of the Neutral Faction who had remained uninvolved, had encountered such an unmitigated disaster.

They couldn't find the Headless Knight, nor could they see where the Hell Painter was hiding. They locked their hatred onto Warwick.

Suddenly, the political landscape between the Royalist Party, the Earl's Party, and the Neutral Faction was turned upside down.

It was just an unexpected "friendly fire," yet it completely forced the Neutral Faction, represented by the Neville Family, to the side of the Royalist Party.

"Ah! Warwick, I'm going to slaughter you!"

The Marquis of Neville raised the Dictator's Rod in his hand and pounced on Warwick, who was confronting Edward IV, like a tiger descending a mountain.

He roared his family's maxim:

"The King is under the law! Justice delayed is justice denied!"

The Dictator's Rod in his hand exploded with a rust-like dark red Divine Light, mirroring his furious mood. It summoned twelve rusty knight Attendants behind him, each holding a rod of varying thickness.

The Silver Law descended. A dense Law Net bound them together, coalescing into a Full-Armor Knight Order with the Marquis of Neville as its spearhead.

They raced through the spacious hall.

Although their power still fell short of a Jagger King Vessel, they had already reached the same tier.

Especially with Edward IV acting as the main force here, they were enough to press a heavy weight onto the scales of the battlefield!

BOOM!...

All the Lost Ones along the way were brutally smashed into a blood mist, vanishing into light before they could even hit the ground.

In just the blink of an eye, they rushed before Warwick. Disregarding his repeated cries of "misunderstanding," the Marquis swung down the huge axe in his hands with extreme hatred.

Warwick had no choice but to draw the Bastard Sword from his waist, stepping into an overhead "Cartwheel Slash" to meet the attack with an attack.

CLANG—!

Thunder roared, and all the glass in the banquet hall shattered in an instant.

A terrifying shockwave erupted. All the members of the Earl's Party who had been standing beside Warwick were blown away, rolling out of the hall like tumbling gourds.

Although Warwick himself was largely unharmed, facing Edward IV and Thomas Neville simultaneously placed him under immense pressure.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!... 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

The sword in his hand whirled into a mass of silver light as he fought while retreating, fending off Thomas Neville's furious barrage with swordsmanship that touched the realm of the Sword Saint. He shouted,

"Hell Painter, come help me!"

As two enormous creatures leaped out from the "Asphalt Pool" behind him and pounced on the Marquis of Neville, he finally felt a moment of relief.

One, with three heads, was "Number Four Painted Spirit: Hell Hound." The other, resembling a Giant Dragon but lacking forelimbs, was "Number Five Painted Spirit: Bipedal Wyvern."

Both were among the Hell Painter's top-ranking Painted Spirits; his partner had not been perfunctory.

Of course, a man like Warwick, a prominent figure, couldn't completely trust his collaborator, the Hell Painter.

He had previously signed a strict contract: the Hell Painter had to fight Warwick's enemies with all his might and protect Warwick from harm.

Perhaps it really was just an accident. But the plan has already failed because of this fool, and it's impossible to destroy the Royalist Party and Edward IV today. We must temporarily retreat and regroup. As long as my title, The Kingmaker, remains, I can come and go freely in this Royal Palace, and I can always return to strike again. Before I go, there is one more person I must kill!

He flashed backward, creating a trail of afterimages as he charged out of the banquet hall.

At the same time, his cold gaze turned towards Byron, who was pursuing him with a group of Royalist Party Transcendents.

In the past few months, I've failed to kill him several times. Instead, his strength has only grown, his achievements mounted, and his position risen. He has already become a banner uniting the hearts of the Royalist Party, even the Kingdom's foremost minister, creating enormous overseas interests. If I don't eliminate him now, it will only become more difficult later. If I can't obtain those overseas benefits, then no one else shall. I'd rather cede them to the People of Castilia.

With vicious determination, he used the "Abyssal Beast Mark" he possessed to command the Evil Spirits still pouring into the Material World through the dark waters:

"Decree: Kill him with all your might!"

Warwick thought a casual strike would be enough to take care of Byron, but he hadn't realized Byron had already become a Fourth Order Mythical Creature.

Even without using the series of Black Sorcery from the Prince of Night Demons, the capabilities of the Storm Admiral alone were on an entirely different level.

Once he looted the Treasure Fleet and restored balance to his three Transcendent paths, Byron would even dare to confront a Fifth-Order Legend.

PAT! PAT! PAT!...

Countless bloody handprints abandoned their attacks on the Royalist Nobles and turned towards Byron. The other nobles who had pursued Warwick out were shocked and hastily dodged.