blueteamnovel Chapter 400 - 324: In the first 30 years, look at the father respecting the son; in the next 30 years, look at the son respecting the father (6000)_4
Chapter 400 - 324: In the first 30 years, look at the father respecting the son; in the next 30 years, look at the son respecting the father (6000)_4
Chapter 400: Chapter 324: In the first 30 years, look at the father respecting the son; in the next 30 years, look at the son respecting the father (6000)_4
With the Law Code in hand, he bellowed:
"By the King’s command, all of the Lancaster Party are traitors.
Decree: Beheading!"
A thread of black light shot from his fingertips, transforming into a phantom guillotine that mercilessly swung down towards Byron.
However, faced with this full-strength strike from a Third Order Transcendent, Byron merely tilted his head casually, and the sharp blade shattered into pieces upon touching his neck.
"What? This is impossible!"
Watching the Chancellor’s face turn to one of utter despair, the "Outlaw Madman" Byron sneered with a cold smile:
"’Social Clock’ may work against civilians, but now, it’s my turn to target the Tribunal Sequence."
Grasping two Storm Battle Axes, he pounced forward and chopped the Law Mage, now no stronger than an ordinary person without his Power of Law, into pieces from feet to head.
"AAAHHH..."
Before his death, Byron did not forget to press a bloody handprint onto the "Faustian Contract," "trading" away his signature ability, Decree.
Just as there is a limit to the spiritual load when contracting with Sea Monsters, Byron also could not infinitely receive powers of the same tier.
He already possessed "Dream Execution," a perfect gift for his sister, the Regent King, who often stationed herself at the headquarters, managing the entire domain.
Decree complemented her kingdom-slaying "Supreme Art" beautifully.
The Chancellor’s Third Order flesh and soul all became Byron’s spoils of war.
Unfortunately, after his death, the First-Level Relic - Social Clock dissipated on the spot.
Byron was stunned for a moment before realizing that this was similar to the "Scales of Dominion" sealed within the "Pawnbroker" card—a projection of the Sacred Relic, not the artifact itself.
The disappointment on his face vanished in an instant:
"I couldn’t perfectly set off the ’Social Clock’ and didn’t gain its recognition. Even if the artifact itself were here, I couldn’t use this treasure. On the bright side, since it’s only a power projection, I don’t have to worry about my identity being exposed. This outcome is acceptable, after all. But the ’World’s First Flintlock’ I’ll accept with open arms."
As the bell tower collapsed, the hidden Musketeer and Gourmet in another space beneath it were immediately exposed.
The Golden Law was activated in an instant, enveloping them in a National Border Lock.
The Grand Wizard of the Swarm took the lead as the vanguard.
Violet, the "Chameleon" Jacqueline, "Blood Red Whiskey" Alfred, "Honest Man" Eight Fingers, and "Phantom Blade" Gus led the massive "Wings of Death" into the fray.
"You of Torrentfort Barony can’t kill us! We are part of the Kingdom’s Army Department..."
"AAH!" "AAH!"
Two screams later, all was silent.
The "World’s First Flintlock" also fell into Violet’s hands. The Grand Artificer’s alchemical enchantments and the Witch’s "Calamity Curse" were a perfect match with the firearm.
As the Chancellor himself said, an intelligence error turned what should have been a devastating weapon into nothing more than a scraper.
And he generously offered up treasures, souls, flesh, and transcendent abilities, further fattening up Byron, who grew stronger by warfare.
A chaotic scene arose and faded quickly.
Byron called over the Swarm, whose complexion was not looking very good, and boarded the ship again.
Fearing he might encounter further trouble, Violet followed suit.
Looking at the sudden appearance of a few white hairs at his temples, she nearly let her tears fall.
After this assassination attempt, Byron’s state of mind was completely different, as if he could still feel an invisible pointer relentlessly chasing him.
That pointer was called: Time!
Although the "Social Clock" had not caused him much harm on the surface, it had wound his mental spring drive significantly tighter.
He had thought himself quite young and was not in a hurry for the "Blood of Immortality." But now, he wished he could skip the second rite, "Blood Banquet Holy Grail," and immediately complete the third rite, "Crimson Holy Grail."
"Only short-lived humans are constrained by the ’Social Clock.’
Once one becomes a ’Night Demon,’ a Long-lived Species, one instantly breaks free from the Life Cycle of Short-lived Species.
I would be eternal, so how could time possibly bind me?
This Bloodthirsty Cult, I will claim it!"