Pirate Kingship-Chapter 846 - 510: Chaotic Battle 1473: The Remit People Get Beaten Yet Again!

Chapter 846: Chapter 510: Chaotic Battle 1473: The Remit People Get Beaten Yet Again!

In the Material World, the Silver Era of 1473 quietly began amidst a sprawling chaos that had persisted for months.

Despite it being January, a time of ice and snow, the wars on the Old Continent raged fiercely.

Driven by a spirit of international humanitarianism, The Sacred Golden Empire strained its resources to support its Old Continent brethren, sending an endless supply of swords, firearms, cotton clothing, military boots, and medicines to various nations and opposing forces caught in the midst of conflict.

The Protestant Princes of The Holy Silver Empire had silently banded together, forming a Secular Prince-Electors’ Army that not only resisted the counterattacks of the Habsburg Dynasty but also advanced directly toward the imperial capital, Vienna.

The three Bayfolk reinforcements scheduled by the Orthodox Church—Black Sails Harbor and Iron Anchor Bay—refused to follow orders, leaving the Church powerless against them.

Only the [Evernight Queen] Margaret I of the Kalmar Union of Three Nations did not require hostage threats and promptly dispatched her troops to assist in the battle.

Moreover, since the southern part of the Kalmar Triad bordered the northern part of the Commercial Alliance Hanseatic Trade Alliance, their support arrived swiftly.

The flames of war quickly spread beyond the Empire, and a conflict between nations surrounding new and old beliefs was imminent.

Simultaneously, the throne war between two queens within the Kingdom of Castilia, the Leading Maritime Power, also reached a fever pitch.

On the land, the puppet army of the Regent King [Puppet King] Louis had the upper hand, and the brutal puppets that firearms could not kill greatly demoralized the troops.

[The Unblemished] Queen Isabella, supported by loans from the Impoverished Knights Order, used the Dragon Flute to summon the Dragon Soul, preventing the puppet army led by the [Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse] from attacking her headquarters.

Meanwhile, at sea, the battle situation was the complete opposite.

Isabella, with the assistance of her husband and cousin, King Fernando II of Aragon, the East Sea Dominator, pressed [Puppet King] in the Inland Sea.

However, it was unclear whether [Puppet King] promised some benefit to their age-old enemy, the Star Moon Empire, or whether the Star Moon Empire saw an opportunity themselves.

They quickly dispatched their navy to join forces with [Puppet King], striking at Isabella and Fernando’s dual-queen fleet, and the four parties fought fiercely in the Inland Sea.

As for Hightins, enough said.

Despite the main forces being unable to operate in ice and snow, both the Royalist Party and the Earl’s Party sent elite Transcendent teams to engage in infiltration operations, demolishing enemy fortifications, poisoning water supplies, and assassinating key figures—a bloody, indecisive exchange.

The number of casualties decreased, but the quality rose sharply.

The hatred between the parties deepened relentlessly.

Moreover, apart from the overt military battles, all countries under the rule of the Orthodox Church began purging Protestant followers within their territories at the Church’s behest. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Some were slaughtered, others taken as slaves, and many more fled for their lives with their families.

The influence of religion was deep-seated and destructive like never before, leaving many countries economically devastated and their people displaced.

Yet, there was one place, as if blessed by the gods, where the situation was unexpectedly thriving rather than declining.

The export figures of the Sacred Golden Empire increased exponentially, with a month’s output nearly equaling that of an entire previous year.

Violet and Catherine joined forces to replicate the supply chain strategies previously exclusive to the Hightins Royal Party and the Earl’s Party, applying them to other forces to extract maximum profit.

The painful sacrifices resulted in a massive accumulation of gold, silver, population..., the original accumulation of capital growing richer with each passing day.

Just like the Habsburg family motto said: "Let them all wage war, while we happily... make fortunes, delightful indeed."

It’s not because we’re wicked, but the "Industrial Revolution" urged by the Mandate of Heaven forces us, truly, truly unfortunate, tsk tsk.

If each country were a Transcendent, the Sacred Golden Empire would now be laying the groundwork to transcend its limits.

At this moment, no one in the world is more qualified than they are to usher in the first industrial revolution.

When the Old Continent ends its wars and comes to its senses, it will undoubtedly be astonished.

Meanwhile, a chaotic trend that had emerged in the Southern Continent by the end of the year finally erupted into turmoil.

At the start of the New Year.

In a corner of the northern tropical rainforest in the Hundred Beasts Paradise.

A slave-catcher team with a highly complex and untraceable composition was fleeing desperately through the forest, dropping firearms, ropes, and nets along the way in their panic.

Just as they spotted a Remit People’s settlement in the dense forest ahead, a glimmer of post-crisis relief appeared on their faces.

But in the next moment, their smiles froze.

For a detached voice suddenly sounded from above:

"Is this where all the slaves your team captured are held? Thank you so much for leading the way."

Looking up, beneath the pure white clouds swirling in the sky, an incomparably vast and beautiful creature cast a great shadow over them.

Roar—!

The powerful roar of a dragon resounded through the skies, as a Mithril Dragon, its scales like countless silver mirrors radiating silver light, descended from above.

Just as a beast in flight instinctively seeks safety in its base, so too did the humans.

Before the slave-catcher team could flee further, a wave of highly heated [Breath Weapon] descended upon them, instantly charring them to ashes.

The newly aged Byron, sitting atop the dragon saddle tailor-made for him on his sister’s back.