Pirate Kingship-Chapter 833 - 506: Harvest and the Happiest Way to Die

Not only can they not aggravate Margaret's condition, but they can't even poison Byron.

Like water droplets falling onto a lotus leaf, leaving no trace behind.

This opportunistic individual never was a strong-willed character; repeated failures made him cry out in disbelief:

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!... "

Yet his voice only emerged from his throat, his face increasingly resembled a rigid mask, and the emotions in his eyes grew more indifferent.

His body began to quietly swell, the fleshy parts gradually disappeared, replaced by angelic gold and silver claws and an eerie, grotesque human face armor...

Obviously, like all the 'Celestial Descent' acquired through shortcuts, the external 'Heavenly God' was seizing the moment of his spiritual turmoil, slowly assimilating his soul.

Now even his flesh was beginning to transform, soon his entire being would take on a different shape, becoming a battle machine with only a 'mechanical mindset'.

Though as a legitimate 'priest', his final fate was to become another male's form, a consequence of his own actions.

But Byron had no desire to battle a true Archangel, even if it was only a remnant.

Not waiting for him to complete the transformation and use the second form for a second battle, Byron immediately took out the first [stock] and pulled:

"Sell all investments on Babatila and settle equity."

Boom——!

With a golden hook cast and the sound of a taut line.

A dark golden orb was hooked out from within the Archbishop.

"No——!"

The Archbishop let out a deafening scream, his body deflating like a punctured balloon, his aura plummeting.

"Prevent the growth of problems, keep caution alive! Do not reach out, for reaching out will get you caught. The moment you accepted my bribes, today's outcome was already destined."

Byron opened his palm, and upon seeing its contents, he paused for a moment.

Probably due to the [Holy Spirit] claiming authority, what was extracted this time was worth far more than thirty thousand pounds.

"Hiss! This is actually a portion of [Nether Authority] leftover from the [God of Funerals] Gris..."

The Archangel Illusion had long merged with the 'Beastliness' of the Evil God over two hundred years, forming its foundation of enduring presence here.

In the moment of extraction, this authority was randomly drawn out.

Byron closed his palm, the orb automatically integrated into his body, instantly filling him with a sense of complete satisfaction.

Currently on him are: [Lord of Heaven] from the Taino Natives, [King of the Wild Hunt] from the Bayfolk, [God of Funerals] from the Old Continent Nations.

Equivalent to gathering the collective subconscious Nether Authorities of the Old Continent, Bantaan, Southern Continent, all known races of this world.

Even if only a small part belonged to the [God of Funerals], its size was still substantial.

Now, across several continents, no one compares to Byron's complete Nether Authority, not even the [Creator].

The Netherworld represents interference in the collective subconscious sea and even the world's dark side 'Sea of Origin Matter'.

Byron had a premonition that upon advancing to the Fifth Order [False God], this unique complete authority might bring him unexpected immense benefits.

"This investment was truly worth it! Mr. Babatila, you really are a good person."

Seeing the defeated general trying to escape, Byron immediately spurred his horse and charged, swinging his sword to sever one of his arms.

Grasping the [Bishop's Authority Ring] tightly in his hand.

The 98 Cardinal Archbishops of the College of Cardinals mostly rely on a Bishop's Authority Ring and church legal system privileges to stand shoulder to shoulder with the Fifth Order.

Authority rings belong to the Church, not to any individual or family.

As long as one is a Fourth Order Transcendent of the Sanctuary Sequence and recognized by the ring, it can be used universally.

Byron himself, though not a clergy member of the Sanctuary Sequence, couldn't use such a precious artifact.

This [Bishop's Authority Ring] was a must-have for him to ride the Protestant Doctrine wave, establish a Royal National Church, and take control. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Even the candidate for Archbishop was already determined.

"Currently my Archbishop nominee [Sister of Mercy] Teresa is only tied by a bond of interest, requiring a deeper binding form.

At the very least, it has to transform into a bloodline kin that can never betray."

Then shaking his head, he shook off strange things from his mind like "Nun's Fall," "Pink Stigmata"... that he didn't understand either.

Completely down and out Babatila endured the pain, decisively knelt on the ground, pleading with a devotion that even the [Creator] never received:

"Spare me, Pirate King Your Majesty, spare me, let me go.

It was all under the direction of the White Rose York Family, it wasn't my fault!"

Not long ago, he was high up, guiding events, wanting the Bayfolk to fight to the last man, but now he shifted blame shamelessly upon York.

Even if he had no blood feud with his mother-in-law, Byron never had the habit of leaving threats unchecked, and decided to finish him off swiftly.

Looking at his pleading eyes, he sighed with a face full of compassion:

"Alas, for my kindness, I'll grant you the most joyous death method used by noble ancients."

In the Old Continent exists a bloodless joyous death method specifically for high-status upper-class individuals, allowing them to leave this world with dignity.

The method involves two beauties serving a bath, cleaning the body, symbolizing a clean departure.

Then after reaching ecstasy on the beauties, drinking the prepared strong poison in one gulp; if able, a repeat could follow.

No pain throughout, instead feeling ecstatic, until finally drawing the last breath.

Byron turned his head, leading his aunt and others out, instructing Violet, who quietly came by holding his mother's arm:

"Young lady, give him two 'little boys'."

Yes, for others, beauty is joy, but for Babatila, joy could only be little boys.

"To have such goodness at death?"

Looking up at Violet, two things glowing fiercely red fell toward him, as he instinctively reached out to catch them.

Focusing, he saw in his grasp were... two glass bottles of [Blood and Fire Sing As One], still larger "large bottles" compared to 42-pound cannonballs.

Moreover, Violet enhanced their power significantly with her ability [Art is Explosion] (mass-energy equation), which could turn anything into a bomb.

Each bottle surface bore a word: "Codename: Little Boy."

Then...

A true man never looks back at an explosion.

Boom——!!!

A massive mushroom cloud soared into the sky.

As the pirate fleet gradually vanished into the Blue Hole, half of the Malta Monastery built on the cliff collapsed violently in the explosion, then slid entirely into the sea.

Not to mention clues to identify the culprit, even their bones were impossible to find.

Byron raised his hand to retrieve the souls of all the deceased, prepared to pack them off to Edward to fill the 'United Pharmaceutical Company' labor farm, and, after seeing Babatila's memory, curled the corner of his mouth in a cold smile:

"York Family instructed the poisoning? Next up is your turn.

I was planning to accompany you along the path of The Stolen Country, but since you're so restless, let's find some entertainment for you first."