Pirate Kingship-Chapter 828 - 505: Violent Stealth—Witch of Angel Hunting! (Part 3)

Before the Raven Hugin, newly possessed by Byron, could explode in action, Vanessa, sensing the calamity aura reaching its peak, took the lead with perfect timing.

"Haha, the boy from the Lancaster family has done well. To storm a prison with the momentum that annihilated the Maltese Knights Order State — I like it.

Leave this to me. You just focus on smashing the tortoise shell.

My husband, the Whale Hunter, loves to befriend heroes.

If he were here, he'd certainly enjoy drinking blood-mixed mead with you, passing through the spear arch, and becoming sworn brothers like the Mad Hunt Deity and the Mischief Deity."

The Law-Breaking Stone shackles on her wrists and ankles, and the metal mask on her face began to shatter inch by inch. The powerful force sealed for more than a decade returned swiftly.

"Damn! The seal has developed a crack." 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Babatila was startled, raising the Bishop's Authority Ring to counteract, but another violent tremor shook beneath his feet.

Outside, after recalibrating, the bombardment suddenly transformed into a more powerful fleet salvo.

At that moment, over a hundred pirate ships, with five heavy cruisers as the core, were arrayed in a gigantic crescent formation, enveloping the Malta Monastery at its arc center.

This was merely a monastery built on a seaside cliff, not a fortress, much less a bastion specifically designed to defend against cannon fire.

Given our absolute superiority in artillery, there was no need to worry about windward or leeward, nor dodging the enemy's broadside. Maximizing the artillery's power was all that mattered.

Since the Divine Domain doesn't allow sneaky rescues, Byron didn't mind a "violent infiltration"!

The outcome remains the same after the battle anyway.

Aboard the Fearless, Byron had already transformed into the Wild Hunt King.

Rejoicing at having successfully found Vanessa, he secretly shook his head and decisively dismissed his mother-in-law's tempting proposal.

For no other reason than the fear that his "good niece" lying in his arms at night might be unable to resist secretly killing him.

He held high the Storm Sigil Ring and recited its decreeing inscription:

"I am the vanguard!"

Each Storm Knight of the Lancaster "Storm Knight Order" in the fleet used the emblem branded on their chest as a medium, anchoring a chain tightly to him.

A brilliant column of blue-green light shot straight from Byron, the head of the knight order, into the sky.

The Inland Sea's climate, with its winter rains and summer dryness, made a December storm not unusual.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh...

As the light pillar ascended, wind and clouds surged above the fleet; thick clouds gathered and slowly rotated around this pillar, forming a massive storm funnel.

First Level Miracle Object - Storm Sigil Ring:

"Represents the position of the head of the Storm Knight Order, the Lancaster family's royal iron inheritance.

Can command the storm knights under his banner, concentrating their power for my use."

The Fourth Order Storm Lord was already akin to the ruler of the storm and an unparalleled fleet commander. When most of Byron's captains were storm knights, his abilities instantly soared to the extreme.

The storm funnel in the high sky crackled with lightning, and countless blue-green storm elves held hands, forming a huge circle as they descended from the heavens.

They swiftly landed on the pirate fleet composed of the top ships.

Bestowing a series of blessings upon the fleet: Group Command Storm Spirits, Mass Storm Aura, Mass Stormforged Weapons, and the Mind Radio connecting each captain and even pirate officer...

Every ship cloaked in storm divinity instantly came alive; sails, hulls, and cannons became both lighter and faster.

An invisible hand took control of each ship and every cannon.

The Pirate's Ten Commandments linked up the tens of thousands of pirates within the fleet, pushing collective might to its utmost limit.

Byron closed his eyes, his consciousness soaring infinitely high, quietly merging with the pirate fleet.

He commanded countless storm spirits, turning them and the hundreds of warships into his senses, limbs, sword!

The cannons autonomously adjusted their angles, perfectly locking onto the massive Malta Monastery in mere breaths.

Finally, he activated the Whistling Deity's Descent, consolidating fleet and storm power with the breathing technique of the Storm King Seal.

A massive human face, composed of countless air currents, wind, rain, and electric sparks, materialized above the Malta Monastery, even more enormous and realistic than when it had previously repelled the May Wind octopus warship.

The thunderous roar echoed beneath the Sea King Trident's barrier:

"How can one be a master of ship art without knowing fleet command art?

Take my sky-falling sword stroke, ten thousand swords unleashed!

Petty Holy Prepuce, with twin shots, break for me—!"

In the next instant, the sidearm sword at the waist of this "Grand Ship Saint" boldly unsheathed.

He pressed two fingers together and thrust fiercely at the Malta Monastery.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!...

The cannon fire of over two thousand side guns from more than a hundred warships roared in unison, and the orange-red flames abruptly illuminated the sea, as if pushing the entire sea surface back a step.

Just a single heavy cruiser boasted 30 lower-tier 32-pound cannons, 26 upper-tier 42-pound carronades, a single-side projection mass of 1026 pounds. How many were there in the entire fleet combined?

Only "metal storm" could describe it.

Thousands of storm-enchanted blazing bombs, heated to a glowing red, streaked fire lines like meteors across the sky, howling toward the monastery.