This is the Throne War; even the weakest claim should not exist.

From now on, the only bloodline qualified to inherit the throne of Hightins is Lancaster’s.

As for you... be cautious in your next life."

Byron was about to activate the Nether River that ran through the three layers of the world to take all the Yorks away in one fell swoop when his Prime Minister Necromancer Knight Andrew suddenly interjected:

"Byron, why don’t we keep one York?"

When this remark was made, the surrounding Lancasters couldn’t help but turn their heads to look at him.

"Hmm?"

Byron couldn’t help but glance up and down at this uncle known for his ruthless nature.

If the Holy Mother said this, it wouldn’t be a problem.

But coming from Andrew’s mouth, Byron couldn’t help but suspect that he was possibly possessed by a devil left behind by a Demon Lord.

It’s important to know that even though Uncle Andrew himself died on Silvergold Island, earlier, the Third Order Pharmacist Christina who suffered at the Malta Monastery was his wife.

Moreover, their son Tommy also died at the hands of the Touch of the Kraken.

At that time, he was not yet an adult and had just awakened his spirituality at the end of last year, transforming into a Death Knight as well.

Then Andrew continued to say:

"Leave one high-ranking York and use shapeshifting to switch identities and rescue him.

We also need to find a bunch of Pioneer Guiding Colonial Trading Company members, Bingduoduo, and Black Sail Harbor Pirates, among others, to chase after and block him; the more momentum we can create, the better.

After we rescue him while severely injured, we shall ask if there are any trustworthy people left in his family.

Just like our Storm Signet Ring can block all kinds of divination, reading souls might miss the hidden parts; if they willingly reveal the secrets, it’s entirely different.

Once we figure out the most hidden network the York family has prepared for their resurgence, then these connections...

He raised his hand and made a neck-slashing gesture:

"Kill them all!"

Upon hearing this, Byron finally felt at ease once again.

Yes, this indeed wasn’t a devil; he recognized his uncle correctly.

After all, those devils in Hell couldn’t come up with such ideas.

Andrew continued with even more fervor:

"Send another group secretly to guard the Strait of Dover, where the York Three Brothers perished, and whoever dares to pay homage there, kill them all."

"After we finish killing, find a church and bury their whole family in the church’s cemetery.

Then pretend to be the Tomb Guardian for their family for thirty years, or simply lie in the grave as a corpse since undead creatures don’t need to eat or drink.

Watch who comes to pay their respects over these thirty years; daring to honor them means harboring old masters in their hearts and must be killed!"

"After thirty years, when a whole generation has slowly died off, it’s considered thoroughly cleaned up."

Clap, clap, clap...

Henry VI, Prince Sorrenberg, and a group of family members all applauded for Andrew.

Byron placed his hand firmly on his uncle’s skeletal shoulder, appreciating tremendously:

"What did I say, my dear uncle, being the Captain of the Phantom Fleet simply can’t hold your vast talents!

This matter is entirely entrusted to you.

In the future, the Star Chamber Court’s special operations department will also be handed over to you."

Andrew pounded his chest with a loud bang, confidently accepting the mission.

Byron suddenly remembered a loophole and called out again:

"Gus!"

Phantom Blade Gus immediately manifested his form, chest was pounded and head bowed.

"Go, quietly release the news, saying that someone with insider knowledge has revealed that I, The Merciful New King of Hightins, intend to pardon some core members of the Yorkist Party.

Go and see who agrees? Who disagrees?

I don’t need to teach you what to do with all those who agree, do I?"

Gus grinned, his Half-Night Demon’s sharp teeth gleaming coldly:

"Your Majesty, rest assured and most surely, within a month, they will all be reasonably... committed to suicide along with their families."

Following that, he immediately boarded a swift sailboat with his Storm Cloak, heading toward Kingston to strike early.

Byron nodded in satisfaction; he had confidence in Gus’s abilities.

Moreover, he had already taught him a series of signature techniques from the secret action department of the former White Eagle: truck Iai slash, gun suicide with three shots to the back, gun suicide with three shots to the head, signal flare explosion... and so forth to this natural-born assassin.

For instance, when executing by carriage, it must press down during a left turn, and both front and rear wheels must run over simultaneously, ensuring part of the victim’s body is detached.

If no separation occurs, roll back and press again; make sure a limb is severed and flies out; this is a signature of the secret operations department!

If not following the rules, people might think the victim died by accident, which lacks deterrence.

The essence is to ensure everyone knows you did it, yet no evidence can be found.

Otherwise, many might believe the nation’s machine of violence is vegetarian.

Afterward, Byron finally extinguished the life force of most York members, feeling relieved in the presence of George’s venomous gaze.

He gazed at the sunset setting on the sea and sighed:

"When will the cycle of vengeance end? Eradication brings no worries!"

Turning back to look at the circle of his relatives around him, he restrained the cold ruthlessness on his face, revealing a bright and warm smile:

"Next, we... go home!"

Upon hearing this word, having finally avenged themselves, the Lancasters, who have waited so long for this day, all had moist eyes.

In unison, they said:

"Go home!"

"Go home!"

Hatred that began from the Strait of Dover also ends here, and Lancaster and Hightins will be reborn from here!