Pirate Kingship-Chapter 798 - 498: Ark Coordinates: Tudor Dynasty

"Mom!"

Seeing the figure of the Little Mermaid in the ship coffin, Byron was overjoyed and was about to drive the Eight-Legged Horse Sleipnir into the lake.

The Bayfolk’s Great Secret Treasure was only a secondary goal; retrieving Heather before the next "Death Stranding" event was the top priority.

At this moment, a line of information suddenly appeared, blurred on the Sailing Logbook in his right eye.

It wasn’t aimed at Heather’s soul but rather revealed the secret behind the "Mirage" above her head:

"Noah’s Ark, Silver Era Year 1452 coordinates: within 500 nautical miles centered at ’36 degrees 32’ N, 006 degrees 18’ W’, the underwater Mermaid Kingdom, polluted Tudor Dynasty...

Status: continuously moving...

God said to Noah: You are to make an ark out of gopher wood, make rooms in it, and coat it with pitch inside and out. It should be 300 cubits long, 50 cubits wide, and 30 cubits high...

You and your entire family shall enter the ark, and bring seven pairs of every clean animal and one pair of every unclean animal, as well as seven pairs of the birds of the air...

For in seven days a rain will fall on the earth for forty days and nights, and every living thing will be wiped from the earth."

Discovering this unexpected development, Byron instinctively pulled the reins to stop, his heart pounding at the sight of the words "Noah’s Ark":

"Noah’s Ark? How could the actual Noah’s Ark appear in my mother’s memory?

Twenty years ago, did she actually see this treasure herself? And the location was near the Eastern Continent’s Mermaid Kingdom?"

Byron, of course, knew what Noah’s Ark was.

It was recorded in the Book of Creation.

It was created approximately 2600 years before the Silver Era. At that time, the Mythological Era hadn’t even begun; its legend helped humans and existing living creatures survive the Great Flood of ages past.

Previously, when Byron read the scriptures, he thought it was just an ordinary mythical story.

After realizing the truth that the Great Flood could even drown gods, he no longer dared to underestimate this treasure.

He suspected the ship might be a small independent world similar to the Bayfolk’s Valhalla or the indigenous Taya Empire’s Flower Mountain Celestial Kingdom; otherwise, it couldn’t possibly house an entire material world ecosystem.

Suddenly, Byron instinctively thought, like the Traditional Faction’s Saint John, that finding Noah’s Ark before the next Great Flood could surely offer another path.

In case the flood control failed, the chances of survival would increase significantly.

Before his excitement could subside, the final line of the Sailing Logbook appeared suddenly, written in a chaotic scrawl resembling fearsome beasts:

"...Mythical Warship... Noah’s Ark... World Ecosystem... Pollution... Blood Beast Nest... Mother of Monsters Echidna... Error... Error..."

Byron was instantly alerted:

"Something’s wrong, Mom’s memory is flawed.

This isn’t just Sailing Logbook’s proactive information investigation; it’s also living knowledge actively pouring into our brains!

Violet, close your eyes, don’t look at that ship."

The memory escaping from Heather’s mind seemed to notice their gaze and instantly transformed.

The long hair of the mermaids underwater transformed into tentacles, their skin covered in a layer of lead gray, the beautiful fishtails sprouted extra fins, joints, even a deformed second tail.

Abnormal barnacles, corals, scales, feathers, hooves... proliferated all over them endlessly.

It looked more terrifying than the "coral disease" effects from before, as if instantaneously polluted by foreign genetic information from the World Ecosystem.

Meanwhile, on that dilapidated ark above the water, strange blood was continuously flowing from its gaps into the sea.

Suddenly, pairs of blood-red eyes opened from the gaps all over the ship’s body.

There were round human pupils, square goat pupils, eagle vertical pupils, oval dogs, compound insect eyes—all possible eyes in the world seemed to be present here.

More horrifyingly, each pair of eyes was different, seeming as though their owners themselves were a chaotic mix, even more chaotic than the polluted underwater mermaids.

This ark didn’t look like a refuge for humans and creatures, but rather a biological laboratory for genetic information gone out of control.

Both the mermaid and the ship’s eyes turned simultaneously to look at Byron and Violet.

"Hiss—! What is this eerie stuff?"

The scene in Mom’s memory changed dramatically from when being observed to when unobserved.

It was like watching a horror film where the evil ghost suddenly turns and stares directly at the audience, utterly terrifying.

Seeing such a spectacle, Byron immediately recalled the intelligence gathered from his cousin Saranthe.

"The vitality of knowledge is weakest in the Old Continent, second in the Southern Continent, and strongest in the Eastern Continent.

It has become so strong that it actively pursues humans like a predator; the highest ruling there is ’knowledge’ itself!

Unknown bizarre entities from ancient history, mythological legends, and horror stories dominate, and the Curse Spirits reign, shepherding all beings.

The Old Continent also harbors a similar existence—the Cursed Spirit · Jest of Fate Clown, sealed by changing the perception of the entire continent, pursued by the Church Night Watchman."