In the same "flow" realm, [Blood Red Whiskey] Alfred can cut off other people's swords with his own sword, and Cortez can stab through steel pillars with a strange swift sword.

Byron, the Storm Knight, is even more lethal.

[Secret Swordsmanship: Fidget Gun!] 】

Gather a little force with your fingertips, use your breath to communicate inside and outside, and capture the specific frequency of things, even holding a soft graphite strip can easily pierce through steel.

Even if you don't use any supernatural strength, you can kill a giant bear with just a rusty wood knife.

Byron looked at his hands.

It was only at this time that he truly felt that he was harnessing extraordinary power, not the other way around.

"And unlike other people's 'flow', which can only be applied to oneself, I should now be able to guide others to feel this state of detachment through my own breathing.

Help Catherine and Bruch break down this barrier.

If you can go one step further in the future and reach the second level of swordsmanship realm [Divine Vision] above [Heart Flow], it will be almost equivalent to comprehending another form of [Breath of All Things] in the day after tomorrow.

Moreover, this kind of progressive transformation of the soul is far more down-to-earth than foreign [entries], [promotion ceremonies], and forbidden knowledge.

It's like breaking your limits layer by layer during physical training! ”

Byron had a strong premonition in his heart after he really got this far.

Perhaps this state of not seeking outwardly, but focusing on one's own soul is the greatest reliance that truly belongs to human beings.

With a movement in his heart, the full armor of the Ghost Warhorse and the [Hunt Knight] on his body dissipated automatically, and he fell lightly to the floor of the temple like a fallen leaf.

"Mr. Cortez, wake up, it's time for you to get to work."

Reaching out to Cortez's corpse, the pale blue flames ignited, and a confused figure was suddenly grabbed out by him.

Byron chose to retain his consciousness.

The bare blue flame in the eyes of the revenant glowed with the same pale blue flame as Byron, and he quickly regained consciousness.

However, Cortez, who has been reborn as a [grotesque Wild Hunt minion], has already transformed his hatred for Byron into infinite loyalty.

Get down on one knee and bow your head deeply:

"My master."

After saluting respectfully, he automatically burrowed into Byron's shadow.

Cortez is not like Beatrice, who directly threatens Catherine's life.

Strictly speaking, there is no personal enmity between the two of them, in the final analysis, it is just an irreconcilable conflict of interests between camps.

It's very normal to win and lose.

As for taking off my wild hunt mask?

Below the mask is Alvin the Falcon, under Alvin is the Pirate General Bill, below Bill is the Sea Hunter Byron Tudor, and below Tudor is the Wild Hunt Byron Lancaster.

If you go to them, what does it have to do with me?

I can't find it in my life.

"It's a pity that this third-order knight chief, unlike the falcon Alvin, was drained by me in a coma, and after being possessed back, his body is still alive.

Cortez's body was broken.

I can't make up for such a big heart eye on my chest, and I don't have the ability to bring the dead back to life, so I can only let him possess a person again.

Even if he couldn't exert the strength of the original third-order knight leader, just that flow realm that no one could take away was enough for him to become a near-invincible existence in the second-order.

Even if it's not as flexible and easy to use as [Variety Enchantress], it can be regarded as making up for my loss. ”

Byron not only accepted new thugs, but also did not forget to recycle the corpses of the two third-order soldiers into the high-grade [Transmutation Blood].

And perhaps because of the non-human relationship, the transmutation blood brewed with Beatrice is obviously of better quality than the ordinary third-order blood.

Byron looked at Beatrice and Cortez behind him and nodded with satisfaction:

"Yes, yes, thank you for draining your last drop of blood and soul for your cause."

As the dust settles completely.

The ownership of the treasure locked by the entry "Why do you engrave your name on my pipe" is no longer disputed, and the conditions for possession are reached.

- Notify the original owner of the item, and then take possession of it openly and forcibly.

Now that even the original owner has disappeared, it is natural that the preposition of forcible possession has also been reached.

Bang la blah

A new golden anchor chain instantly linked Byron to the Golden Codex pinned to his waist.

His name also appeared on the title page of the Codex.

At this point, although Byron lost his kingdom of Hattings, he accidentally became the rightful heir of the Azk Empire.

Although the country, which has just been renamed the "Holy Golden Empire", has begun to collapse from its core.

Reaching out to brush the air, the web of golden laws that only he could see appeared and disappeared.

Byron could clearly feel that the law was rapidly disappearing at the point of reality, and the power of the law was rapidly declining.

This shows that the core people who underpin this law are dying en masse.

As soon as Byron reached the door of the temple, he heard a wail of bitter hatred outside the door:

"Castilians, do you want to repent, why haven't you cured us yet?"

"Countless Azks are dying!

We have all surrendered, and the gold has been given to you, outsiders, why don't you speak of credit? ”

"Take the sickness away from us."

“”

Many of the Azks in the royal city were directly infected by the concept of [Bird's Beak Plague Doctor] or the plague aura, and the onset of the disease was rapid and fast.

Whether it is the exalted transcendent, the noble, or the lowliest, all are equal in the face of death.

In order to survive, they not only knelt down and surrendered, but also took off the gold they were carrying, and piled up piles of treasure in front of the procession.

In the end, he didn't wait for the "promised" treatment, and in fact, he could never wait.

The city has a population of 250,000 people, and countless people are dying every moment, and the grievances before death are almost condensed into substance, covering the sun in the sky.

The natives in the anti-Azik coalition are no better.

Even if the distance from the [Bird's Beak Plague Doctor] was far enough at the beginning, the spread of the plague aura was enough to wipe out the ordinary people with weaker resistance.

It's just that the onset is slower than that of the Azks, and most of them have to wail for ten or twenty days before they die.

This kind of tragic scene can be compared to the previous bloody blood sacrifice ceremony.

There are too many dead people in Wangcheng today, too many!

Woooooooo

The whimper of the undead can be heard in broad daylight.

Contrary to the miserable natives.

Everywhere in the city, many Castilians, who are immune to their own immunity and are not afraid of death at all, are looting for gold.

Especially those who have a spiritual barrier and are more effective than protective clothing, they have no scruples.

They were clearly prepared for the plague.

Without waiting for Cortés and Hunt to decide the winner, he began to search the land with the layout of the aristocratic dwellings in the city, moving quickly and without hesitation.

"Here turned out to be a whole set of cutlery made of gold, rich, rich."

"And there are garments made of gold thread, and there is a great piece of the finest spice, and the city of gold is worthy of being the city of gold."

"What's that, you see there's a throne made of pure gold in this palace.

If we bring it back and present it to His Majesty the King, maybe he will knight us as soon as he is happy, hahaha."

Wailing and laughing, the two modalities of the vanquished and the conquered are real and ironic.

And not only the Castilians, but other large and small forces that had been prepared for a long time also rushed over from all directions with red eyes and rowing small boats.

When Byron walked out of the temple, he was already in front of a crowd of demons.

Stimulated by the countless gold, silver, and spices in this golden city, the colonists have long left Cortés the Conqueror behind.

Anyway, whether his plan succeeds or not, or even whether he lives or dies, it does not prevent others from making a fortune.

What about [Wild Hunt]?

Can he kill everyone alone?

Moreover, there are also a large number of third-order transcendents from the major forces here, and even if Byron successfully breaks through the flow, he will not be able to take them at all.

Seeing this scene, Byron, who had legally inherited the Azk Empire, turned pale and roared wildly in his heart:

"Stop——! Now that the Golden City is Lancaster, you goddamn robbers have put all my gold down! ”

Cortés' ambition is over, but there are still so many Castilians and forces that are all right.

As long as they bring the gold back, all they lose is Cortez and the Peeling Church.

The others ate the same with their mouths full of oil.

Byron liked to pick peaches, but he didn't like to make wedding dresses for others at all.

Taking a deep breath and calming down, his gaze relocked to the logbook.

[Secret: Cortez's ambition, influence 30], once successful, it will also affect the pattern of the whole world.

And after the density reaches 100%, Byron can summon a one-time [Holy Relic] related to a region or nation from history.

"Azik fell, and the others were fed? Think beautifully!

Those who have taken mine will have to be returned to me sooner or later. ”

He reached out and scooped into the air, and pulled out a shining gold coin.

It's just that in the middle of the gold coin is a laughing skull.

And this is the [Relic Azik's Cursed Gold Coins] that condenses the resentment of all the Azks against the colonists!

With a flick of Byron's fingertips, the cursed gold coin instantly disappeared into thin air.

But all the gold in the city was overcast.