As Byron sang the deeds of [First-Class Holy Relic: Iron Nail for Destroying the Country], the originally ordinary rusted iron nail suddenly radiated ominous blood light.

In the bloodlight, a real story emerges that looks like history is repeating itself.

The battle flag is unfurled, the knight charges, the horse loses its hooves, and the throne changes hands

"This is the Battle of Bosworth?"

Violet, who was standing behind Byron, saw it best.

This iron nail clearly carries a historical event that is very famous among the people of the bay, and even half of the old continent - the Battle of Bosworth.

It took place in the Hattings Kingdom of the Channel Islands, and it was also a battle of fortune between the king and the rebels.

At that time, muskets and artillery were not invented, and it was still the era of cold weapons when knights were king.

As the main force of the battle, the knights, in addition to wearing full cover heavy armor, also need a tall horse to charge with him.

Before the battle, the king decided to personally lead his army against the rebels, for which he ordered his groom to find the most famous blacksmith and nail his beloved horse to the horse.

Naturally, the blacksmith did not dare to delay, and began to work as soon as he received the task.

But when the blacksmith had nailed three horseshoes, he found that he had not prepared enough nails.

Because the urging from above was too urgent, there was no time for him to make new nails, and in the end he could only use an inferior iron nail to hit the horseshoe.

Although there is no difference in appearance, there are hidden dangers that have been deeply buried.

So, when the two armies fought a decisive battle on the Bosworth plain.

A moment ago, the king was still in the lead, charging into battle, brandishing the sword in his hand to direct the whole army to attack, like a god of war with great radiance.

The next moment, the horse suddenly stumbled.

The king was thrown to the ground, and the unnailed horseshoe flew away.

The frightened horse got up from the ground and limped away, leaving the king alone on the battlefield.

In the midst of the chaos, the king was surrounded by enemy legions, and finally ended up being captured and killed.

He also became the last famous king because of a small iron nail, and announced the end of a dynasty and a country in a somewhat absurd way.

Countless historians have long concluded that this famous historical event illustrates that things are universally intrinsically linked.

Even a small detail that is not done well can lead to a cascade of catastrophic consequences.

Effect: Directs a series of isolated contingencies to the worst-case outcome for the enemy, capped at the Fall of the Kingdom!

In other words, if there's a chance that something will go bad, no matter how small that likelihood, it's going to go for the worst.

The more complex the system and the higher the level of chaos, the more serious the consequences will be, and vice versa.

This is a treasure with a very high upper limit and a very low lower limit, depending on the specific use scenario.

"Me, Wild Hunt! Put on trial to you traitors to the Gulf Nation and the Kingdom! ”

Byron did not forget to shout at the fleet.

With the help of the amplified conch that Violet took out, the sound penetrated the rain curtain and spread far away to the entire strait fleet.

Increase the legend of this [Title] to another level.

Of course, the premise of everything is that someone can return to the kingdom of Hattings alive.

Immediately, history repeats itself.

The rusted iron nail, which had lost its physical form, completely turned into a blood-colored streamer and disappeared into Byron's fingertips.

Instantly, it shot into the flagship [King Edward], which kept the main body of the "Kraken Touch".

At this time, on the open deck of the battleship.

Old Norwich, the commander who took back the [Iron Bone Dragon Nematode] exoskeleton knight armor, his voice was a little pitched:

"Throw it out! Throw all the silver coins on the deck into the sea! ”

I can't care about avenging my only son anymore, and I can't even think about what kind of judgment [Wild Hunt] has given me.

Hurriedly instructed the soldiers to throw the thirty silver octopus coins scattered all over the deck into the sea.

This thing was originally forged by someone he personally ordered, how could he not know what the consequences would be once he collected them all?

Originally, I was still wondering that the Black Mass ceremony should have been completely completed in Iron Anchor Bay, and it would have become the strongest anchor point for the "Kraken Touch" to lock its prey.

At this time, it finally dawned on me why there was an unexpected situation where Kraken's touch could not swallow the people of the bay.

The enemy knows everything about your core plan, so how else can you play intrigues?

The reason why a conspiracy is a conspiracy is because it is completely invisible, and once it sees the light, it may be ruined or even suffered backlash.

In addition to the panic, old Norwich also hated Redbeard, who had more than enough success and more failure, to the core.

"I'm glad I didn't listen to your advice just now to enter the maze.

Even thirty silver Octopus coins have fallen into the hands of the enemy, and I can really believe that you idiot has managed to take the Overseer position?

Eighty percent was used by those damn bay people again.

You'd better die a miserable death this time, or I'll definitely inflict the Blood Eagle punishment on you, and the rest of your life will be miserable! ”

In fact, no matter how miserable Redbeard's death was, old Norwich could only let loose cruel words at this time.

Kraken's Touch responds to ritual summons far faster than they can pick up silver octopus coins from a gap in the deck.

Using strong winds, rain, and waves as mediums, countless tentacles that were originally difficult to see with the naked eye have gradually manifested their own forms.

A blazing white lightning streaked across the night sky.

A nautical mile away, Byron and Violet clearly saw a huge figure covered in tentacles flashing above the head of the second-class ship.

The navy standing on the deck saw it more clearly and with more impact.

There were even many mortal soldiers with keen spiritual sense, but the degree of anchoring was too low, who couldn't withstand the momentary staring, and pulled the trigger on their heads when they pulled out their flintlock pistols.

And because the barrel was wet with water, the gunpowder could not be successfully activated.

Let them be even more frenzied to use the pistol as a hammer, and knock out their brains in an extremely tragic way, even if the companions around them try their best to stop it, they can't get it back.

As time went on, more and more soldiers joined him, and chaos arose on the battleship.

"Damn, a natural disaster has struck!"

The fleet commander, captain and other high-ranking officials who knew the inside story had pale faces, but they were powerless and could only passively meet the trial.

The gap between them and Kraken's Touch is even greater than the gap between ants and humans.

The so-called ritual is nothing more than a group of ants accidentally figuring out a pattern, placing an "S" and a "B" in the places where humans must pass.

If humans happen to be in a good mood, they may find it amusing and give them some bread crumbs.

But next time, if you put on this under-beaten posture again, you will just bump into the other party and be in a bad mood.

Maybe instead of bread crumbs, you might receive a soak of hot urine, or a pot of boiling water.

Norwich is still hoping for a 1 in 10,000 luck.

Unaware of the fact that the [Iron Nail of Destroying the Country] had already quietly taken effect in a corner that they could not see.

At first, Byron infiltrated the lower gun deck of the battleship.

The gun doors on both sides should have been nailed from the inboard seals and bolted in.

Then it is necessary to use pine oil mixed with hemp wool to make a twist and seam material, fill the gaps on the four sides of the gun door, and strictly do a good job of waterproofing.

In particular, the leeward side has been completely immersed under the surface of the sea due to the tilt of the hull, and the 14 gun doors on this side have also been subjected to greater pressure.

At this moment, under the influence of inexplicable force, one of the iron bolts that locked the gun door began to corrode at a speed far beyond normal.

In just a few breaths, it broke into two as if it had been soaked in seawater for several years, and fell to the ground with a "dang bang".

Under the storm outside, the twist used to fill the gaps alone is simply not enough to withstand the pressure of seawater.

Boom!

With a crisp sound like the opening of the cap, the cannon door was suddenly slapped open by the waves, and the icy sea water swarmed in through the cannon door.

The hull began to tilt further.

This layer has been damaged by Byron, and many of the cables that had held the gun carriage firmly in place have long since been broken.

As the hull tilted, the 32-pounder guns, which weighed two and a half tons in barrels alone, immediately slid on the sloping gun deck on the gun carriage.

In particular, the guns that slid from the starboard side of the upwind side had a longer acceleration distance, and when they slid from one side to the other, they crashed into the opposite side of the ship.

Let the water situation get out of control.

The accumulation of numerous guns on the port side also made matters worse, causing the center of gravity to shift again.

More seawater continues to pour in at a steady pace, and the water level is getting higher and higher at the downwind side gun position.

All this happened so suddenly, and the damage management personnel who rushed to hear the news could not get close to the port side to plug the leak.

"Quick, let's push all the guns back to starboard and bring the battleship back to balance first."

Under the command of the officers, the soldiers tried to push the 32-pounder gun, which had been piled up to the port side, to starboard.

But how easy is that?

At this time, the hull leaned heavily to the left, creating a steep ramp.

It is no longer possible to push nearly 20 cannons of more than two and a half tons in the surging water.

A second-order transcendent wanted to become a hero to save the whole ship, but he accidentally slipped and was forcibly run over by a heavy artillery truck.

The desperate wails made the morale and sanity of the other sailors disappear in an instant.

"It's over, we're going to be done!"

What makes everyone's soul fly even more is that.

The icy sea water had been frantically poured into the bilge along the passages, the crevices, and the holes that had been broken by the previous fight between Byron and Norwich.

Let the "Kraken Touch", which is absolutely not allowed to be soaked in the seawater, really soak in the seawater!

Originally, the faience clay pot used by overseas natives to seal it melted away as quickly as if it was made of yellow clay after encountering seawater.

Grunt

The liquid inside bubbles like boiling water.

The highly corrupt white tentacles rose and shrank, rapidly souring seawater, growing in size and activity.

Then, from the fracture, from one life to two, two to four, and four to eight, after a while, dense tentacles filled the bottom bilge of the battleship.

New choices are in front of this existence that is difficult to measure with human common sense.

Do you want to go back to the sea and regain your freedom, or do you want to eat a big meal and embrace freedom, or something else?

At this moment, a stream of water came from nowhere, and an old flute was quietly delivered to it.

A deft tentacle with an independent instinct wraps it up, and the mouthparts in the suction cup naturally play a tune that it knows best.

Yes, there is no doubt that it was the signal to open the meal!

The next moment, the endless white tentacles turned into torrents and swept along the passage of the ship, sweeping away the upper deck.