Pirate Kingship-Chapter 838 - 508: Bayfolk Holy Sword Changes Hands, Royal National Church Founded

"This..."

Vanessa looked at the two "pieces" of Byron that appeared before her, the Dragon Slayer Sword in her hand froze mid-air.

Even their clothes were part of the transformation, one wearing a tricorn pirate king hat, the other donned in a Hightins naval general's uniform.

Aside from looking identical, their auras were completely different.

Yet both elegantly saluted her, one reciting the first half of a famous saying from the Old Continent: "A legacy of honesty and loyalty lasts far."

The other continued with the latter half: "Being two-faced never lasts long."

Then they said in unison, "Mother-in-law, such a venerable elder as yourself, surely wouldn't go back on her word?"

Byron's split was obviously different from the creator's split, one was a precisely controlled active decision, the other a passively compelled one.

Secret Arcane Art - Bloodline River:

"Utilizing one's understanding of 'genetics', summon a conceptual bloodline river, manifesting countless demons with one's beastly side to aid in battle.

Or whimsically reconstruct real-life creatures, becoming the veritable 'Father of Monsters.'

Then the two Byrons merged into one.

Rustle...

With the sound of blood flowing, a shimmering blood-red "∞" shaped loop appeared, symbolizing Ouroboros, a mystical symbol of infinity.

The core seemed like a crimson light material, like a swiftly flowing blood river, crowning a dazzling golden-red crown.

This symbolized the Hightins within him, the Sacred Golden Empire, and the pirate king's royal power.

Clang —!

Within the "∞" loop, hundreds of giant dragon-like golden vertical pupils abruptly opened, all fixated on Vanessa.

This was Byron's mythical form, also the body of the Night Demon Prince; in a way, he himself was that 'Bloodline River,' and "transformation" itself.

As long as he mastered the relevant knowledge, he could become a giant dragon, Leviathan, or an ameba reproducing through mitosis.

For him, joining forces with the Self God to play with "seventy-two transformations" was a piece of cake.

In a short time, not to mention splitting into two, even hundreds of identical "Byrons" would be no problem.

"I've split again." "I've merged again."

"I've split again and again." "I've merged again and again..."

"I've split again and again and again." "I've merged again and again and again."

However, the more he splits, the more dispersed his power becomes.

To maintain the essence of Fourth Order strength like The Sea Hunter at all times, he would have to wait until after reaching the Fifth Order to attempt further splits, with a maximum of seven.

Therefore, unless the Dragon Slayer Sword has a True Damage effect, even hacking Byron into pieces wouldn't harm him at all.

"Mother~!"

Vanessa's face initially fluctuated between dark and bright expressions, but when Violet clung to her arm with a coquettish plea, her attitude finally softened completely.

She let out a deep sigh:

"Forget it, what difference does refusing make anyway?

If I weren't Violet's mother, hearing about this would only make me wonder if the Sacred Golden Emperor has a health issue since he only has two women?

Rather than thinking he has too many women."

The royal families of various church countries on the East Coast have only one noble queen mainly to preserve inheritance rights, beyond just religious beliefs.

This tradition has left many royal families without heirs, often having to let relatives inherit the throne.

And although many kings have only one queen, they often have double-digit numbers of lovers.

However, since all three of them had shared in Byron's power and attained immortality upon reaching the Fourth Order, it solved the core issue regarding the royal family's survival.

With the issue of succession settled, looking at Byron having only two lovers made him appear fearfully dedicated compared to other kings, including the Whale Hunters.

Moreover, as the last direct descendant of the Pirate Emperor and almost at Fifth Order strength, there was hardly a more suitable marriage candidate on the Old Continent.

Thinking of this, Vanessa was about to retract the Dragon Slayer Sword in her hand.

But she suddenly noticed this sword, which had been passed down for over a thousand years among the bayfolk royal families, seemed inexplicably attracted by something, struggling in her hand.

"What's wrong?"

As the astonishment hit her heart, it suddenly broke free from her grip, transforming into an ice-blue stream of light and shot into Byron's body.

Clang —!

With a clear and crisp sound of "sword and scabbard reunited," Byron's aura rose sharply.

Involuntarily transforming back into human form, he subconsciously raised his hand, plucking a sharp and piercing chill from the air.

"What a sword!"

As his fingers lightly grazed the sword's spine, a line of runes appeared: "Reinhardt."

This time he didn't need the Sailing Logbook to read the history of this Bayfolk Holy Sword; it willingly opened up all of its secrets to Byron like a loyal hound.

Allowing him to chant word by word the epic of the Dragon Slayer Sword and its first master:

"I once stained the sword red with dragon blood, and hurled a spear to shatter a shooting star.

Famed across the North Sea for my feats, where swords clanged, every bayfolk was a brave warrior.

Never showed mercy under my blade, as dragon nests smoked and flames painted half the night sky red.

When we besieged towns, city gates jammed, with ghostly corpses stacked high beneath our blades!"

As his chant echoed, the sword blade resonated with a hum.