Pirate Kingship

Distance and range are meaningless to [Holy Relic: The World's First Matchlock Gun]. As long as the sniper can see it, he can definitely hit it.

As if to ensure his own safety, the musketeer's ambush position is very far away from the dock.

He hid far away at the other end of the port coastline. It is estimated that the straight-line distance is more than ten kilometers. If it goes from land, it will be twice as long.

It has created a strategic advantage that only I can hit you, but you can't hit me.

The locusts in the sky of the swarm incarnation have not yet pounced.

The projectile with the flame pattern immediately returned after attacking Byron ten times in a row without killing the target, and rushed out of the gun barrel again.

Whoosh——!

This time the speed seems to be much slower than the three times the speed of sound at the beginning, but it has been strengthened in another way.

It's like a golden and red rainbow, majestic and terrifying.

Byron had already found time to drink a cup of [Blood Brew·McKinley Eagle God], and his eyes turned into sharp golden eagle pupils, and he could see the scene ten kilometers away very clearly.

Under a bald cypress tree with a diameter of at least five meters and a height of eighty meters, there was an old world man wearing a mask, with red skin and blond hair lying there.

Beside him was an open wooden weapon box, which was full of various firearms, explosive crossbows, bombs and other hot weapons, and not even the most ordinary dagger could be seen.

He was also covered with a layer of green clothes made of leaves and grass stems, achieving a "pretend" effect that was not inferior to extraordinary abilities.

Before he fired a gun to launch a sneak attack, no one in Byron's group noticed his existence.

At this time, he was holding a snake-bar musket that looked old, but exuded a brilliant aura from the inside out.

There was a little bright fire at the end of the tinder that was slowly smoldering.

The two looked at each other from a distance, and a silver cross appeared in the sniper's eyes, and he made a gesture of wiping his neck.

That was the sign of using the third-level ability [Hitting the target every time].

Byron also knew that the musketeer could also provide the musket in his hand with extra enchantment effects such as [penetration], [acceleration], [power multiplication], [charged attack], [death mark], etc.

For such a profession to use the holy relics of the musket is like adding wings to a tiger.

For example, this bullet now comes with [penetration] and [charged attack], which greatly enhances the armor-piercing ability of the bullet.

There are extraordinary people in this path who assert that if the sub-dragon species had not disappeared on the old continent when the musket was invented, such a shot would be able to penetrate the sub-dragon scales.

Obviously, after the first sneak attack failed, the sniper immediately gave up the combination of concealment and speed and started to fire at full power.

Byron saw a long rainbow coming from the sky, and immediately sheathed his sword, and the large-caliber revolver double guns [Thorny Rose] fell into his palm.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

[Gun Fighting Technique] was activated instantly, and the fire lines shot out, interweaving like a net.

And the brilliant long rainbow also twisted and turned in the air like a swimming fish, leaving a dazzling and dazzling trail.

Fortunately, each bullet in Byron's hand was manually guided by a storm elf.

Even without the supporting professional ability of the musketeer, nearly half of them still hit the matchlock bullet accurately.

Weakened the extraordinary aura on the bullet layer by layer.

Then, Byron decisively read out the judgment inscription:

"Thorny Rose!"

The double guns fired a hot barrage, forming a huge storm rose, chasing the landing point of the previous bullet, and all hit the [first bullet] accurately.

The bullet ran out of kinetic energy again and flew back.

The sniper continued to reload calmly, but changed the enchantment type again, turning it into [Phantom Seven Veils] to confuse the senses and [Man-Bomb Integration] to strengthen the control of spiritual possession.

But Byron found that his eyes were always fixed on him from beginning to end, and he didn't pay any attention to the terrifying insect cloud in the sky that was about to fall on his head.

Not only did Byron not feel the joy of victory with the help of [Insect Swarm], but he was alarmed:

"There must be an ambush there.

The assassination troops of the Kingdom's regular army can't help but find a way to make up for the sniper's weakness.

He must have a strong teammate who is close to melee. This is a carefully designed serial assassination using the sniper's weakness.

They obviously knew that I had the ability to fly a long time ago, and tailored a trap for me.

Whoever dares to kill me will fall into the trap."

After realizing this, even the [Guaranteed Gun Gungnir] that was about to kill him was held back again.

As expected.

Before the giant locusts in the sky fell to the ground.

Behind the bald cypress tree, two figures dressed in different clothes appeared.

Including the sniper, all three people wore the same strange mask on their faces, making it impossible to see their true faces and remember their appearance.

They were obviously very professional assassins.

Among them, a [Law Master] wearing a third-level robe, holding a heavy code that could be used as a hammer, shouted at the insect swarm:

"Law: No flying here!"

The third-level judges of the trial court sequence have already gained a certain degree of discretion.

There is no need to read the law or stick to the law. As long as they think it is reasonable, they can use the law according to their own ideas.

Just this one command skill can generate a series of powerful means without any shortcomings, which can be said to be a matter of fact.

The next moment, countless locusts that had already arrived above their heads fell from the sky like raindrops.

Even if they flapped their wings desperately, they could not generate even a tiny bit of lift.

At the same time, the last extraordinary person also took action.

He took out a portion of the bright red "pepper strawberry pig blood pudding" from the storage treasure he carried with him and swallowed it in one gulp.

"Hu——!"

He opened his mouth wide and spit fiercely at the sky.

A thick and long fiery dragon suddenly soared into the sky and met the locust swarm falling from the sky head-on.

Their thin wing membranes and insect limbs were instantly ignited, and the dark cloud of insects instantly turned into a blazing fire cloud.

In the "crackling" sound, the charred protein and bursting shells fell one by one.

This is obviously a third-level [Gourmet] of the Jinyuan sequence.

The [Food Supplement] of the second-level gourmet will give you different temporary benefits as long as you eat different specially cooked foods.

The ability obtained after being promoted to the third level is called [Sacrament Recipe].

It is no longer limited to single delicacies such as geoduck and whiskey, but can combine different foods and cooking methods to produce wonderful chemical reactions.

And everyone's physique and preferences are different, so the "Sacrament Recipe" of the third-level gourmet is naturally different.

In order to pursue the ultimate taste beyond the human cognitive field, they have tried countless combinations for thousands of years and created all kinds of extremely strange "delicacies".

There are also dark combinations such as pomegranate roasted lemon beans, apple meat slices, pepper mango, strawberry cheese risotto.

But the effect is really strong.

The great wizard [Zerg] has almost no power to fight back in front of them.

Such a three-person team can completely work together to encircle and kill the fourth level and ensure that they can retreat safely.

"No, there is more than one assassin."

The Zerg thought that they, who are best at close combat, could easily take down the sniper, but now they found that this is a carefully prepared trap.

He was not a fool, and knew how powerful these professional assassins were. Seeing that the situation was not good, he immediately retreated.

After falling to the ground, he used the remaining spores to aggregate into a new mushroom man. Just as he was about to retreat quickly, the chief judge continued:

"According to the "Continental Witch Hunting Order", all black witchcraft practitioners can be executed on the spot without trial.

Law: Burning!"

Amidst the flames, every part of the black mushroom man's body began to catch fire at the same time. The smell of roasted grasshoppers had not yet dissipated, and the smell of roasted mushrooms came up again.

"It's not that easy to kill me!"

When he met his nemesis, the [Insect Swarm] did not dare to fight at all. He might not be able to beat this group of people, but he was confident that he could run away.

A fruiting body like a gun barrel quickly grew in the middle of his body, and all the spores that were still intact in his body were fired out at once.

Bang!

Countless black spores instantly infected the entire mountain forest and water within a radius of 100 meters.

Plants, animals, insects, fish, and even other fungi all grew mushrooms and fungus, creating another mushroom forest in an instant.

If you want to kill him, you have to eradicate the entire forest, which is obviously impossible to do in a short time.

Seeing that [Gourmet] was about to eat another "Chili Strawberry Pig Blood Pudding" and set fire to the mountain, the Chief Justice hurriedly stopped him:

"Don't worry about him, kill the Baron Byron Tudor of Stromfort who offended His Excellency the Earl first."

At this time, the sniper who had been staring at Byron hurriedly warned:

"Be careful! The counterattack is coming."

But in the blink of an eye, Byron, who once again repelled the musket bullet, suddenly dodged and rushed to the [Golden Deer] parked at the dock.

The small snail under the water stirred up a high-speed vortex, swallowing the Golden Deer and the seven or eight privateer warships parked here together.

They did not escape, but reappeared on the sea closest to the assassin's ambush site.

The moment they rushed out of the whirlpool, they lined up and turned their guns.

"Fire!"

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Fire burst on the sea, and a round of fleet salvos completely engulfed the area where the three assassins were with a "fiery sword technique falling from the sky".

At this time, many warships of the Seventh Fleet had been equipped with members of the "Storm Knights" of the Lancaster Party who had changed their appearance as captains.

Cooperating with Byron to fully launch a series of abilities of [Storm Admiral]: artillery range extension, storm enchantment, manual transmission guidance

The power was amazing.

The rain of shells fired by the fleet flattened the tree that was dozens of meters high in just an instant.

The nearby rocks, grass, and soil were all cut off by half a meter by the cyclone exploded by the storm weapons. Even ants could not find a complete corpse.

After being attacked, it was not Byron's style to run away with his head in his arms. Seizing the opportunity to cut the grass and root it out once and for all.

Looking at the target area filled with smoke and dust after three rounds of counter-assassination, his eyes were cold:

"Dare to come to my territory to assassinate me? This is the most basic mistake you have made."

Violet, who was sweating for him behind him, asked subconsciously:

"Was the assassin killed?"

As if responding deliberately, a faint chuckle sounded in the smoke-filled forest:

"Byron Tudor, do you know the supreme meaning of assassination?"

"You didn't die?"

Byron, with a frown on his face, didn't say anything, but a word popped out in his mind at the first moment:

'Nonsense, even a fool knows that the most important thing in assassination is firepower! '

The chief justice, who was the head of the three-person team, gave a completely different answer:

"That's intelligence.

An excellent assassin will design at least three assassination plans and four to five alternative plans for different targets.

Baron Stromberg, you actually avoided the long-range sniper and didn't break into the ambush circle we set up in advance. I have to admire your caution.

But everything ends here."

At this time, a sea breeze happened to blow (sea breeze during the day and land breeze at night), blowing away the smoke and dust nearby deep into the land.

Unexpectedly, a tall and magnificent clock tower of the Old Continent appeared at the original place.

Half-illusion and half-real, it seemed to be hidden in another time and space, and three rounds of saturation bombing left it completely unscathed.

Moreover, the golden dial on the top of the clock tower not only has the normal twelve numbers 1-12, but also an age next to each number.

They are 0, 1, 3, 7, 16, and 18 years old. They seem to symbolize a person's life and correspond to key life nodes one by one.

The sword-like minute hand suddenly pointed to Byron, anchoring his real age, and automatically adjusted to the position corresponding to 18 years old.

Then it gradually lit up and quickly returned to the origin.

"What is this? It doesn't seem to be a treasure that the Hastings officials once held."

Unlike the snake-bar musket, Byron had never seen this treasure that looked like a clock tower.

And just when he saw this strange clock tower and was slightly stunned, he found that his eyes were blurred and he had been transferred to another space unexpectedly.

There was a huge dial under his feet, and his feet were standing on the tip of the minute hand as thick as a mast, and his feet were exactly at the origin 12 o'clock/0 years old.

He wanted to move, but found himself bound by an inexplicable rule. His body could move, but his feet could not.

He looked up and saw that the other two assassins were nowhere to be found. Only the chief justice was standing on another short hour hand, quietly stopped at the five o'clock position representing 18 years old.

An hour hand and a minute hand were slowly turning at an undetectable speed.

At this time, the Chief Justice was looking at him with his hands behind his back, confident of victory, and kindly explained to him:

"I have read your resume. Compared with many ordinary poor people in the kingdom, you have some talent and luck.

Unfortunately, it's just your bad luck. You stood on the wrong side and provoked the wrong people. Now you are about to die.

But I can be merciful and let you be a wise ghost.

It will be your honor to die in front of this [First-level Holy Relic Social Clock] that I borrowed specially.

Of course, if you can successfully pass every node in your life and are not dead when the minute hand catches up with the hour hand, I am willing to give you a chance for a fair duel. Hahaha"

Spreading his hands to show Byron the huge clock in front of him.

"Social clock?"

While Byron was chewing on this unfamiliar word, the [Navigation Log] also quickly read the surface information of this holy relic.

"The so-called [social clock] is defined in social psychology as: 'the psychological clock of the major milestones in an individual's life'.

In layman's terms, it means: a person should do what he is at his age!

It reflects the realistic expectations of the society in which humans live for each individual.

For example: in the student period before adulthood, a student should study hard and get good grades so that he can get into a good school when he goes to college;

If he does not do well in the exam at the end of the semester, he will most likely be criticized and even fried with bamboo shoots.

When you graduate and enter society, you should find a decent job, earn more wealth than your peers, and buy Own property;

Once the job is stable, men and women who are unmarried will be urged to get married by people around them;

After marriage, they will be urged to have children. One is not enough, two is not enough, and three is not enough to breathe a sigh of relief;

After having children, they have to worry about their children's future, and the focus of life changes accordingly. Generations repeat this cycle.

Birth-study-entering school-employment-promotion-marriage-having children.

This clock is the default norm of society and the public moral standard of collective unconsciousness. "

Combined with the age scale of the clock in front of him, Byron has vaguely guessed its killing rules.

It seems that people's lives are indeed divided into one set of life trajectories after another by these ages, and each section is what they should do and must do.

The principle is to meet social expectations.

Society has its consistency in the appropriate age of major life nodes, such as marriage, childbirth, and retirement.

If you are over the corresponding age group, the number of romantic partners introduced by others will be greatly reduced, and the quality will also be greatly reduced. The implication is that you are no longer worthy of them.

This consistency will create strong social pressure on individuals, forcing them to accept a certain role after reaching a certain age.

Everyone has such a "social clock".

Based on the comparison with the peers around us, it will remind us whether we have reached the important benchmark of life course at the right time.

Once it is not reached, the multi-faceted punishment mechanism will be activated on the spot.

Therefore, the [social clock] is never illusory.

It really exists in the nagging of parents, the indirect comments of relatives and friends, and the pointing and pointing of strangers.

Here it is directly materialized by people.

It was pulled out from the sea of ​​human collective subconsciousness and formed into a real [holy relic social clock].

Ability effect:

"Passively fall into the dial, and the "social qualification test" will be started.

If you do not achieve the corresponding life achievements within the corresponding time period, you will be forced to deduct the corresponding time, that is, your life!

There is nowhere to hide, nowhere to escape here, resistance is not allowed, rebellion is heresy, and countless "other people's children" together constitute the standard answer to the life test paper.

Only by becoming that kind of person can you become a qualified social person and a screw!"

Requirement: "It can only target one person at the same time.

The price is that the user of the clock needs to undergo the same test as the person being tested."

When Byron, who resisted all constraints and pursued freedom even if he died, saw the true face of the [social clock], his face suddenly became extremely ugly.

A bad smile appeared on the face of the chief justice under the mask.

Every time at this time, watching those heretics who did not conform to social norms being executed, he had a boundless pleasure of standing on the moral high ground to point fingers and judge others.

We who have been through it are all like this, why are you not?

Rebellion!

"The trial begins, the first milestone is 0 years old!"

Tick!

"Basic requirements: can breathe independently after birth, can cry, can actively ask for milk, have healthy limbs, no hidden diseases, not become an unnecessary member of the family and a burden on life, and not be abandoned by parents on the spot."