Pirate Kingship-Chapter 849 - 510: Chaotic Battle 1473: The Remit People Get Beaten Yet Again! (Part 4)

Chapter 849: Chapter 510: Chaotic Battle 1473: The Remit People Get Beaten Yet Again! (Part 4)

Then they heard the rumbling thunder from the clouds spread over hundreds of kilometers.

Catherine immediately took Byron into the sky, looking towards the direction of the explosion, and instantly realized that such a scene was actually the aftermath of a clash between two people.

One of them was the Saint Joseph of the Remit people, and the other was the Pirate King of the Barbary Ocean Throne.

Obviously, after the mastermind was exposed, it immediately led to the victim’s retaliation. As a king, Barbarossa could not sit by and watch someone destroy his own people.

Immediately, everyone near the battlefield clearly heard the roar of the Pirate King:

"Today! I, the King of the West Coast Stormy Ocean Pirates, Ocean Throne Barbarossa Hailding, declare war on behalf of the Barbary Pirate Kingdom against the Remit People’s Monetary Restoration Party!

You Remit people should not exist in this world.

Years ago, you lost your land.

The Ancient Silver Empire took you in, even establishing a special Remit Province for your people to live in, but you took advantage of King Trajan’s eastern expedition, when the nation’s defenses were weak, to launch a rebellion.

After defeating a few defenders, you began to slaughter civilians fervently, even skinning victims to make clothes, eating their flesh, and feeding their corpses to beasts.

In Cyprus, Salamis, and Numidia, a total of 220,000 civilians were brutally massacred by you.

In front of rulers, you are so submissive, but before civilians, you are so brutal.

Fortunately, Trajan returned two legions, instantly turning you beasts back to your true form.

The imperial legion killed all the way from the easternmost to the westernmost along the coast of the Inland Sea, nearly eradicating the Remit people living in that line.

Later you rebelled again, this time targeting the Orthodox believers, claiming they are unworthy of believing in your god, resulting in numerous creator-believing civilians being killed.

But you encountered one of the most wise kings of the Silver Empire, Hadrian, the builder of the Northern Border Wall, a wonder of the world’s civilizations.

He learned the lessons of Trajan’s era, completely abolishing the Remit Province, dispersing the entire Remit clan. From then on, you formally embarked on a global exile.

And then there were others who, unable to tolerate your repeated rebellions, launched massacres in the Holy City, like Titus, and later the Star Moon Empire...

For over a thousand years, you have suffered countless massacres and expulsions; numerous nations have sympathized with you and accepted you, yet you have repaid every time with betrayal.

Even so, you have always arrogantly considered yourselves a superior race, chosen ones of the creator.

You never reflect on past lessons, and you always bring destruction, vilification, rejection, and hostility to other peoples.

I declare, such history ends here! Whatever you can do, we can do too!

From today onwards, wherever the Barbary people go, you will be driven out.

Moreover, we Barbary people are not as cruel as you Remit people.

Come on, give me... lower the wheel!"

With his command, the Barbary Pirates, who had prepared in advance, surged in like a tide from the border between the two countries.

"Kill!"

"Avenge our loved ones!"

The Remit people once again faced slashing swords, with anyone taller than a wheel being beheaded.

No surprise, a considerable part of the munitions in the Barbary Pirates’ hands were also made by Rhine Metal.

Byron consumed the Old Continent and the Southern Continent.

Now the whole known world has only the Bantaan Archipelago under his rule not engulfed in war, instead, it’s thriving and has left others far behind.

If this keeps up for a few more years, no one else will be able to catch up with him.

Later, after handling the wounded, Byron was about to take Catherine back to the base camp, but suddenly received a message from Hightins Native Land, and his face lit up with joy.

"Byron, what’s the matter?"

Seeing the familiar smile on Byron’s face, Catherine was certain that someone was about to be in trouble again.

As she expected, Byron smiled grimly:

"Ever since last year when we learned that Elizabeth Woodville and her brother planned to seize our family’s property by marrying you, we have been preparing for revenge, and now we finally have the opportunity.

Just now, Teris sent a message that Queen Elizabeth’s father, Richard Woodville, was ambushed by the Kingmaker Organization during a battle.

Relying on a Sacred Relic, the Tears of Rupert, he deflected a fatal blow but was still seriously injured.

Now he’s hiding in the snow-covered forests of the northern Gaelt Highlands.

She deduced that Old Woodville is fleeing towards the direction of the Sorenburg Principality, likely seeking help from the Duke of Demons.

Now both the Earl’s Party and the Royalist Party are hunting the old man in the snow-covered forest.

This is not merely a captive, but an extremely valuable political leverage.

I remember Edward IV reframed Sorenburg and a part of our family’s affiliated estates to us so that the Sea Hunter could distract the Mad Hunt.

As long as we handle our business well elsewhere, I think it’s time to refocus on the Hightins Native Land, starting with collecting the first interest on this return trip!"