At the moment when Norwich Jr. continued to fall forward by inertia, Byron did not activate the Blood Grail to brew him into [Transmutation Blood].

With just one gesture of reaching out, the large stream of blood in his neck was automatically collected into the [Warrior's Cup].

He also put two small fiery red spherical objects under his body.

Then pull away and fly back.

The next moment.

Bang!

Fleet Commander Norwich Sr., who arrived in person from the command room in the stern as soon as he received the distress signal, did not take the intricate passages inside the ship.

Instead, he smashed the lower deck with one foot and fell directly from the sky.

It happened to land next to Norwich Jr., where Byron had just stood.

Little Norwich's last shout was not only to vent his senseless anger, but also to show his father the way.

But it was a second too late, and all the fleet commander Norwich York Sr. saw was his son's body lying to the ground.

Even because he was blown off the head just now.

The nervous system, muscle tissue, etc., which are still alive in the body, are still instinctively convulsing, trying to save this gradually cold body.

It's just that in vain more blood is pumped out of the major arteries in the neck, which is extremely tragic.

"Ah——!h

Looking at the corpse at his feet, old Norwich's eyes were red, and he trembled and let out a terrible wail like a lone wolf.

This is his only son!

Under the violent emotional turmoil, he didn't even care about crusading against Byron, the culprit, and stumbled to the ground to help his only son up from the ground.

But the corpse had just left the ground three centimeters, and Old Norwich's [spirituality] seemed to suddenly sense something, his face changed greatly, and he let go and retreated.

The two "treacherous mines" that pressed under the corpse immediately exploded.

Obviously, Byron left Norwich Jr. at the end to kill him, not to tease him, but purely to borrow his hand and pit the old thing again.

The bilge was the thickest part of the hull on the entire battleship, and there was a layer of pig iron ballast underneath, and the violent explosion did not damage the bottom of the ship.

But wrapped in fragmented shrapnel and the fragments of Norwich Jr.'s bones, it swept in all directions.

Although the knight's spiritual sense was very keen, and he quickly retreated, he still bore the first of it, and was instantly engulfed by the blood mist.

Seeing this human tragedy, Byron, who had already retreated to the corner in advance and was hiding with a thick ship's ribs, could no longer help but grin the corners of his mouth and reveal a wanton smile.

"Haha, wonderful!"

Since waking up on the Maneater, Byron hadn't been so happy in more than a month.

The more miserable York was, the happier he became.

Those privateers in Iron Anchor Bay, no matter how many deaths they have, don't matter.

Even if you don't count the Norwich father and son surnamed York, under the protection of the law of Hattings, he brazenly killed all the dozen [lawyers] in the cabin.

Losses of this order of magnitude were not far less than the destruction of the fleet, and were enough to make Edward IV vomit three liters of blood.

"But, it's not enough, it's not enough!"

Charging a little interest to the House of York and their vassals in advance was a bonus, and Byron had not forgotten the true purpose of his ship.

Turning his head to look at the tentacle that filled him with appetite.

The previous massacre had deliberately avoided the compass-shaped circle on the other side of the cabin, and the faience jar containing the Kraken Touch was unscathed.

"This is actually an existence above the [King's Horn]."

Byron had already found the information he had brought back from overseas from the broken memories of the undead acolytes he had just coaxed.

There is a vague idea of the form of existence of this thing.

I know that outside of the humanized world ruled by the [Silver Law], there are many things beyond the cognition of human beings, and even the pinnacle transcendental.

The origin of Kraken's Touch seems to be the "god" enshrined on an indigenous island.

If you want to eliminate such an existence, whether it is blown up with explosives or hit by a ship, you must think that your life is too long.

There is another taboo worth taking advantage of:

"Absolutely, never let that thing get into the sea!"

But the consequences of violating this taboo can make it completely out of control, and it can be for better or for worse.

Now it is still entangled in the Iron Anchor Bay, once it is free and there is no means of checks and balances, it will not be beneficial to either the enemy or the enemy.

The best case scenario would be for it to let go of Iron Anchor Bay and turn around and bite the Strait Fleet.

It was also their original plan.

Byron pinched the thirty silver octopus coins that were stored separately in his pocket.

"Then it's up to it.

Everywhere on this ship, drenching all the silver coins with the blood of the same person can end the profane Black Mass and summon the power of the 'Kraken Touch'.

Prompting Kraken's Touch to release Anchor Bay and shift the target of attack to the closer Channel Fleet.

Although the number of this group of law mages is small, they are high enough to mark fleets, and even extend to their respective noble families.

It would have been nice to end the ritual with the blood of Norwich and his son, and it would have been nice to have dragged York into the water by the way.

But I still need to stay away when I do it, so that they don't get hurt when they are eaten. ”

However, when the blood mist cleared, revealing the only silent figure on the ground, Byron did not step forward to bleed old Norwich.

Instead, he took a step back and suddenly shot overhead, blasting a large hole in the deck overhead.

Cast [Rock Sheep Footsteps], and jumped out of the bilge without hesitation.

As soon as he jumped out, a roar came from behind him:

"Ahh Come back, bastard, I'm going to tear you apart alive! ”

A scarred figure also flew out of the hole, shooting towards Byron like a cannonball.

It was old Norwich who had just eaten a treacherous hair.

Obviously, with the help of some kind of out-of-sequence means, he was not killed by the bomb, and he lay on the ground and prepared to ambush this unknown and cunning enemy.

But I don't know that even if the [Logbook] in Byron's hand can't read the detailed history of his body, he can judge his life and death by whether history is over.

Old Norwich was obviously not very comfortable even if he didn't die.

His head was covered in blood, he lost one of his eyes, and his arm was broken, and he was hanging weakly at his side.

And there was a piece of red armor on his body that looked like an insect carapace, but with a metallic luster, and began to spread rapidly throughout his body from his chest and back.

It was only a breath or two before and after, and not only did it connect the arm with the outer skeleton, but it also formed a set of fully covered knight's armor.

Even in his hand, a knight's heavy sword was born.

A fierce aura spread.

It makes people suspect that they are not facing a person, but a monster in the shape of an insect.

Byron used the barrel of the white key bright silver as a convex mirror, and saw the appearance of old Norwich behind him, and his eyes were slightly condensed:

"It's not like a normal thing, it's more like a creation of some kind of dark magic.

I knew that the House of York must have recently come into contact with some kind of forbidden knowledge, and the root of the final victory and defeat of the Thirty Years War for the Throne was found. ”

The logbook couldn't see through the changes in him, but it found the answer from Norwich Jr., who had just been recruited.

【Forbidden Knowledge: Book of Giant Worms】:

"Using various insects as raw materials, they are transformed into various bloodlines through forbidden knowledge and rituals, and act as combat helpers of the transcendent.

Norwich cultivates a 'dragon worm', also known as an 'iron bone dragon nematode'.

It can live in symbiosis with the human body, providing the owner with a layer of defense that is not inferior to the Iron Knight's armor, as well as super regeneration ability.

The side effect is photophobia, and the parasite armor should never be used in the sun, and if you use it too many times, you may completely turn into a large bug. ”

The York family has abundant resources, and as long as they have the knowledge, they can achieve something in a short time.

It is especially worth mentioning.

The source of this forbidden knowledge is the same as Byron's Recipe for Bloody Mary's Gourmet Recipe, which comes from the Blood Thirst Order (chapter 28).

Even if the York family can get the Kraken Touch, it seems that the help of this mysterious order is indispensable.

This piece of information really surprised Byron:

"The Blood Thirst Order still has such a relationship with the York family?

The two sides have always cooperated in the overseas colonies.

With this clue, there is no need to look around from the vast sea.

One step closer to getting the Ritual [Crimson Grail], removing the side effects of blood brewing, and getting the blood of eternal life. ”

In the face of a monster who has also practiced black magic, he is not worried about his safety.

Before he was ready to end the [Black Mass Ceremony], he had already found a way out in advance, and the murder of Old Norwich was just a casual act.

It is best to kill, but it can't be killed, and it's okay to use only the blood of Little Norwich alone.

The difference just hurts York, or more.

At this moment, a total of twenty professional-level undead acolytes, including a third-order justice, brought him a huge ability bonus.

Byron felt that even if it was only in a normal state, it would be easy to defeat a second-order transcendent.

And that's not his limit.

Next to the big hole where he came at a rapid pace, he turned to look at the "big bug".

After confirming the logbook and recording all the information in the minds of the group of undead acolytes behind him, he decisively activated the second level of the [Wild Hunting Legion].

Whisper:

"Hunt Knight, Summoned!!"

Suddenly there was a loud, faint howling of a hound.

Pale blue flames burst out from Byron's body, and the twenty undead acolytes behind him manifested one by one, and rushed into the pale blue flames like moths to a fire.

Bang!

The huge pillar of flame exploded, so that old Norwich, who was carried away by anger and hatred, couldn't help but stop all of a sudden, his face was shocked:

"What's that?"

The next moment.

"Da!" A pitch-black horse's hoof, the size of a bowl, stepped into flames.

Then there were the legs of the horse, covered in bony armor, with the head of a horse with sharp teeth, thorns, and pale blue eyes.

A terrifying aura like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood sent chills down my spine.

On horseback, a tall knight in black armor and a blood-colored cloak slammed his thick riding spear.

Pale blue flames erupted, easily blasting a large hole in the bulwark on the side of the battleship.

As soon as he pulled the reins, it was as if men and horses were one, and he jumped and rushed straight up the side of the ship on a slope of almost 90 degrees.

In the darkness, it left burning footprints like soldering irons.

"This is a wild hunt?!"

Even though old Norwich had never seen such a being, he instinctively blurted out the word in his heart.

In order to plan the iron anchor bay of the people of Northland Bay, he has read too much information related to it.

And the wild hunt is too famous in the mythological system of [prophecy, kingship and the god of wild hunting].

At this moment, Norwich almost thought that this was the legendary primordial god who was going to punish himself for these traitors and invaders of the Bay People.

After all, it was not only the ancestors of Lancaster and the Bay People, but also the ancestors of the House of York.

But the hatred immediately overrode the fear of the unknown, and he also rushed out of the big hole and chased after him.

"A full-strength explosion is no more than a third-order breath, and you will definitely die today.

Even the Hunting King Worden himself won't save you! ”