Pirate Kingship-Chapter 868 - 515: If I Can’t Save My Father-in-law, I’ll Bury Their Whole Family With Him! (3)
Byron didn’t plan to waste words with this top traitor of the Lancaster Party and strode directly towards him.
He and Catherine grew up in the Gaelt Highlands, often coming here to hunt with the adults since childhood; besides the sea, this is the most familiar battleground to him.
Coupled with repeatedly defeating the Puppet King and Cardinal Bishop, the number of Fourth Orders he has killed is close to double digits.
Even if a true Highland Knight of the Fortress Sequence is strong, there’s no need for others to join the attack; he alone is enough.
Ten steps, nine steps, eight steps...
On the seventh step, his slender and powerful legs suddenly bent and sprung, a ring of air blast exploded under his feet, and his entire being transformed into a blood-red light, pouncing forward.
His right hand brushed past his left wrist, and a thin blood-formed sword flashed coldly, stepping forward for a thrust.
The Night Demon’s signature skill, Fighting Blood Technique!
Whoosh—!
Old Woodville’s expression changed:
"No, is this actually a Fourth Order Mythical Creature?! Where did Warwick find such a hitter?"
It’s common knowledge that the individual abilities of the Ladder of Glory cannot compare to Mythical Creatures, so he immediately summoned his Heroic Guardsmen.
The Wolf Head Shoulder Guard suddenly opened its mouth to spray cold breath, and a large group of Frost Wolves charged out, rushing into the Heroic Battle Banner above his head, enhancing their power upon him.
Most of his human Guardsmen had already died in the previous ambush, so he could only temporarily rely on the power of these Ancient Spirits, the Frost Wolf Knight.
But Byron’s thrusting speed was too fast, as Old Woodville had just summoned his Guardsmen for support, the sword tip imbued with blood light was already before his eyes.
Yet he neither dodged nor evaded, meeting the sword tip with his chest while using the Frost Wolf Swordsmanship’s "Moon Worship Stance" to deliver a powerful slash towards Byron’s head.
Clang!
The sword tip of the thrust reached first but merely bounced off a ripple of force field at Old Woodville’s chest, failing to pierce through instantly.
Byron was not surprised:
"The Tears of Rupert certainly live up to their reputation, with few death lines across the entire body, and other places are as solid as steel plates."
Facing the swift sword swung by the Highland Knight, he merely shifted his step slightly, leaving behind a trail of afterimages to gracefully dodge.
Now Byron’s moving speed is almost faster than the sword-swinging speed of a typical Fourth Order, and even a sword capable of severing stubborn rocks doesn’t pose any threat to him.
Old Woodville continued to step forward and swing his sword, wielding the miracle object bastard sword into a fierce blizzard, and swung it down over Byron’s head.
Amid the sky full of sword shadows protruded a grim wolf head, opening its maw to ferociously bite at him.
Mystic Art: Pack of Wolves Hunt
This swordsmanship was learned by the Bayfolk living on the Eternal Night Peninsula from the demon monster Frost Wolves, mainly popular in the Kalmar Union of Three Nations and other Northern Realms.
The essence of this swordsmanship lies in upholding ice-like rationality amidst frenzied sword moves, being fierce in maneuvers yet not losing one’s mind.
It perfectly fits the distinct natural environment of this land and the national character of the Bayfolk, with power multiplying in icy and snowy fields.
Byron instantly adjusted his breathing technique, fusing it with the sword light in his hand, leaving only a dazzling sharp blood light weaving through the wolf’s teeth.
Finding the opportunity, he fiercely stabbed towards the flaw gate under his left armpit, the only death line visible to the Divine Sight.
Yet, at this moment, Old Woodville suddenly revealed a cold smile of having a cunning plan succeed:
"Got you! Mystic Art... Gun Drawing Technique!"
Clang!
In Byron’s Divine Sight, the flaw gate, which normally couldn’t move in a day, suddenly shifted to the opponent’s head.
Its length and width expanded tenfold in an instant.
Realizing at once that the rumors were wrong, the opponent’s flaw gate can be transferred in advance at the expense of enlarging the weakness tenfold instead of only being able to move after a day.
"Even misleading information might have been released by himself intentionally."
Before Byron could retract his sword, Old Woodville suddenly abandoned his sword with his right hand, shaking out an oddly-shaped firearm from the intricately designed arm guard.
The rear part was in the normal firearm form, but the front part had not just one barrel but ten barrels arranged in two parallel rows.
Second Level Holy Relic: First Pipe Organ Gun - Jel Harmonica:
"The so-called Pipe Organ Gun derives its name from its row of barrels resembling the pipes of an organ in a church. Sometimes, they are also called discharge guns.
However, there is no substantial difference compared to normal firearms, just with more barrels, lacking innovation, and its impact at most reaches the second level.
The ability called Hundredfold Piercing, theoretically even the hardest diamond would be pierced by this gun, not to mention armor and human body?"
Old Woodville, who rose step by step from the battlefield’s bottom, may not excel in other aspects, but he is undoubtedly experienced and extremely sinister.
Bam!
The flames fiercely burst forth, as ten transcendent ability-enhanced bullets shot towards Byron’s head.
"Hahaha, the strongest ’shield’ and the strongest ’spear’ aren’t about having more Sacred Relics, but rather both being in my hands.
Who in this world can kill me?!"
Seeing Byron about to be left without a place to dodge, suddenly a burst of blood light erupted from his entire body, "swish," and he transformed into a huge swarm of blood-colored bats.
Evading the bullets within a tenth of a second, he reassembled into human form.
"Old man, the era has changed, but unfortunately not too thoroughly.
No matter how strong the gun is, what use is it if it can’t hit?"
Just as Old Woodville was stunned, Byron’s slender and powerful right leg suddenly sprang up like a steel whip from the ground, kicking him aggressively on the chin from below in an upward motion.
