But the tip of his sword gradually cut into the sawfish’s bony saw, then faster and deeper.

Slice——!

In the midst of an ear-piercing sword clang that made everyone’s teeth ache, Byron roared, the sword light contracted, and flashed by.

He actually split a giant sea monster from head to tail into two neat halves, the massive blood-splattered carcass crashing into the sea.

After the water spray subsided, only Byron himself stood proudly in mid-air, holding his sword.

The blood stains left on his cheeks did not make him look weak, but rather added a touch of the iron-blooded aura loved by the Bayfolk to his excessively handsome face.

Just at that moment, a ray of sunlight shone down through a gash in the clouds overhead, gilding him in dazzling gold.

The scene freezes, like immortality.

During this entire North Sea Region facing the Luanyan Epoch, amidst the turmoil. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

He, Byron Lancaster, the King of the Wild Hunt, seemed to be the only light above the North Sea!

The Bayfolk from the North Sea Ring Countries, seeing this scene, slightly opened their mouths, as if something hot was surging in their chests, yet they found it hard to express.

However, the feedback from the network of laws and faith connecting everyone was as real as ever, bright, fervent, reverent, just like the layer of gold on Byron!

In mysticism, a person’s actions and the degree of legend must cooperate mutually to transform into real power.

If a media tycoon constantly spreads false news through his controlled newspapers, claiming to be the richest person.

Even if tens of thousands are deceived and believe he is the richest, he would not gain the corresponding degree of legend and title.

Because the name does not match reality.

A person must genuinely impact history through an event, or is undeniably about to influence history, to gain recognition from the law and the world.

However, if a person truly accomplishes a great endeavor, he can, through appropriate media means, promote a 60-point feat to 80 points or even 100 points.

The current performance of the Five Nations is exactly what Byron wanted... winning over people’s hearts, convincing with virtue!

From start to finish, he never uttered the word "virtue," yet displayed the essence of "martial virtue" everywhere.

Until now, the leading giant species and the elite large-species vanguard sea monsters were almost all slain, while the remaining tainted degenerate sea monsters were no longer a concern.

Byron bathed in golden sunlight, facing the pitch-black Sea of Monsters, sat cross-legged on the cloud, playing his sword and singing:

"Dragonbone ship hull, traversing endless waves; barren peaks, lush plains;

the sea and sky recede, heralding a turning point; when I rise, I will rule the mortal world..."

He sang the deeply ingrained Call of Valhalla in the bones of every Bayfolk.

The crew of the Deep Sea Fleet immediately followed under the lead of cousin Chameleon:

"The ship hull has left the fjord cold currents; cold ravens fly over my vast territory; battle song, legend, everything is destined..."

Their song fell into the ears of the still dazed Bayfolk, reawakening the suppressed bloodlines by the Church.

Especially the young faction officers of the Kalmar Triad were most excited.

Whether it was the core diehards tipped off in advance by Count Hodalan, the reformist faction’s lower-middle staff with no tacit understanding, or those unaware in the neutral faction.

All were deeply infected, and uncontrollably sang in unison:

"Tattered sail swaying in the blood sea; Shura battlefield, glory stained with blood..."

The song was uplifting, completely drowning out the furious shouts of the Church Faction.

"Stop singing, stop singing, don’t you know you have already violated the Anti-Creator Consciousness Act?!"

"Shut up all of you!"

Yet no matter how loud the Church Faction shouted, nobody paid them any mind.

Yes, we broke the law, if you have the guts, then kill us all.

"A corner of the shield shattered, turned to splinters; a mundane iron, forged into steel..."

Then, countless Bayfolk from the Five Nations sang out emotionally in unison:

"When flames rise, the evening bell rings long; accompanied by glory, I face the wild hunt; golden light, holy sound, we are like divine spirits!"

Byron, with a resounding victory, and the enduring cultural imprint of the Bayfolk, reunited most people, consolidating the consensus of bloodline and civilization.

The entire North Sea rang out with his name, the tremendous noise surging a wave straight to the sky.

"King of the Wild Hunt!"

"Saint Byron!"

"Long live Your Majesty!"

Byron turned to face Violet, who was controlling the lens, raising his Holy Sword high to the sky, shouting with all his might:

"Long live the people!"

There’s a saying, whoever keeps the people in his heart, the people will lift him on their shoulders.

Although Byron had a bit of a showmanship, he deeply agreed with this saying.

The Great Power belonging to oneself needs not care about others’ views, but the King’s Title is different.

Power is not top-down, but bottom-up, with this declaration, the basic support of the Kalmar Union from the lower-middle layers was already shaking the earth.

The Lighthouse Matrix shuts down.

The previously slightly organized, banded sea monsters have now become scattered, flowing towards Iron Anchor Bay, Eternal Night Peninsula, Hightins.

Next, the coastal defense artillery of each coastline city in the Five Bay States can tackle them, the pressure isn’t great, perpetually relying on Byron’s protection isn’t the right path, blood must be seen when necessary.

If training troops isn’t prioritized now, when the Luanyan Epoch comes, rivers of blood will flow.

Each country only needs to worry about the terrifying "coelenterate disease."

As for vaccines, those who join Byron have a share, those still resisting do not.

The carrot-and-stick approach, despite being used to death, was used to death because it truly works.

Another week passed, and the third beast tide arrived.

Byron drove The Golden Deer, leading the Deep Sea Fleet to appear again.

This time, they also utilized the series of extraordinary materials harvested last time, crafted many Miracle Object Ship Figureheads or other equipment, becoming even stronger.

The King of the Wild Hunt’s powerful military-industrial technology, which converts war into strength, deeply imprinted on everyone’s heart.

Byron commanded the world’s only industrial country that had never existed before.

In this new season, whose signs are already visible, he truly grows stronger with each battle.

Anyone daring to evaluate his strength with outdated agricultural nation thinking will surely take a hard fall.

As soon as the third beast tide ended, someone within the Kalmar Union boldly publicly referred to him as:

"Protector of the Entire Territory of the North Sea Empire!"

The Church Faction flew into rage, sending out henchmen everywhere to suppress, creating bloodshed, even inviting the Religious Tribunal to persecute dissenters.

Numerous reformist faction military high ranks were forcibly dismissed.

This tyrannical reaction immediately made some wavering reformist faction and neutral faction members stop feeling lucky and make up their minds completely.

In the midst of increasing tension and dark currents, time quietly arrived at the first day of May.

A dramatic change arrived without warning.

The young faction noble officers stationed in major cities of the Kalmar Union and their troops suddenly secretly gathered, then resolutely marched towards the administrative organs and cathedrals controlled by the Church Faction!