Pirate Kingship

Chapter 1110: Chapter 576: Justice Never Late, Holy Spirit Saving at the Last Moment

Woo woo woo...

An icy wind, mixed with a thick scent of blood, suddenly arose around Tulip Castle.

The sky-high hatred of a Legendary Paladin, under the combined influence of "traitor" meddling with fate and the Ghost Hand Dagger, almost instantly solidified into reality.

Men, women, old and young, reduced to mere red silhouettes, with indistinguishable faces, appeared one after another outside the breached Tulip Castle; they were bent over, heads hanging low, silent.

For years, the number of humans killed by the Ghost Hand Dagger was beyond count, and each time it claimed an entire family, resulting in a dense accumulation of resentment within its blade.

The weather was seemingly fine, yet a layer of murky yellowish blood-stained haze inexplicably appeared before everyone’s eyes.

Then countless ghostly figures slowly lifted their fingers, all pointing towards Louis XI, who was mounted on a war horse among the Iris Flower Army on the opposite side, uttering a shrill, overlapping scream:

"No matter who you are, if you take away the property of the Impoverished Knights Order, you’ll end up just like us!"

End up how?

Surely losing all real estate, with your forces falling apart, accompanied to the grave by your entire family!

Condemned by all, dying without an illness.

Louis XI, who had long since taken all the Order’s real estate in advance, felt a boundless chill rising from the bottom of his heart, causing him to shudder violently.

The fine war horse beneath him seemed just as terrified, suddenly raising its front hooves high.

"Neigh—!"

Louis XI, pampered since childhood and following the same Law Mage path as all conservative monarchs, was thrown off the horse immediately.

If not for the capable Guardian Knight by his side, catching him in time, he might have broken a leg from the fall.

In a thriving royal family, whether or not you are the eldest, a critique of "unlike a sovereign" might lead you to miss the throne entirely.

Should rebellion arise, there might be a bunch of traitors ready to betray you.

Being the only male member of the Valois Royal Family, Louis XI had no such worry, yet was still scared into a cold sweat on the spot.

The drawback of purely following the Ladder of Glory route was becoming evident.

"Decree: Death!"

The annoyed and embarrassed Louis XI, barely regaining his footing, instinctively pointed at his steed.

How could the power of law at a King’s Title level be something a horse, at most tinged with a bit of Demon Monster bloodline, could resist?

With a "thud," it fell to the ground, dead as can be.

At this moment, Louis XI lifted his head again.

He finally saw clearly the Legendary Paladin on the partially collapsed city wall holding the Cursed Object, which turned out to be the never-failing Ghost Hand Dagger.

His eyes involuntarily flickered with a hint of panic:

"The Impoverished Knights Order secretly possessing such a sinister cursed object? Heretics! You are unforgivable heretics!

I truly did not wrong you.

What are you standing there for? Kill! Quickly kill them all for me!"

To cover his panic in front of his soldiers, the order to attack was shouted with a hint of hysteria. free𝑤ebnovel.com

"As you command!

Musketeer Corps, form ranks and beat the drums."

The Musketeer Corps in blue uniforms, armed with flintlock guns, lined up in an evidently outdated line tactic formation, advancing to the beat of war drums toward the half-collapsed fortress.

Currently, the production outputs of Rhine Metal Company’s "Witch 1472 Bolt-Action Rifle" and "Sleeve Sword 1473 Pump-Action Shotgun" are not low.

But Byron would rather sell to the Sun Empire’s Atahualpa than ship en masse to the Silver Continent, only selling small quantities to Protestant Princes.

Primarily because the former, across the seas, was untouchable, while the latter could start a war at any moment.

The ground-exclusive Heavy Composite Regiment was not in this category.

Taking such equipment to cross the sea and fight him would only mean moonlighting as a cargo fleet captain to help him reclaim equipment, only to sell it on second-hand platforms like the Salted Fish Second-hand Trading Company or the Nuts Second-hand Gun again.

"Mother-in-law, how’s it going?"

The Fourth Order Prophet and Witch, Vanessa, borrowed the crystal ball from her teacher, the Kingdom’s Guardian, Boneless One Ivana.

Holding it to her face, she remotely aimed it at Louis XI on the shore, which reflected an ominous blood-colored divine glow surrounding his body, countless ghostly faces merged into a dense cloud looming above his head.

Even though the mind wish power of Iris Kingdom’s citizens was constantly resisting it, it kept losing ground, and threads of blood-colored lines wormed their way into his body like insects.

Seeing this scene, Vanessa echoed her teacher Ivana’s catchphrase:

"All the gifts destined by fate already have their price marked in secret.

From the moment Louis XI caught Mercurius with his authority out of control, the outcome was almost destined.

The curse has taken shape, and even with a [King’s Title] helping to resist from a nation as big as Iris, it will at most take effect in half a year."

Upon hearing the expert’s judgment, Byron also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Half a year? I can wait."

Then suddenly remembered an important matter:

"Right, after we take this batch of real estate from Louis XI, the curse won’t follow, will it?"

Vanessa waved her hand, reassuring him:

"If this were about ordinary people, with a First Level cursed object Ghost Hand Dagger and the combined power of a Fifth Order Legend and a Fifth Order Pseudo-God, the God of Commerce, it would be enough to create a plague-like curse that grows stronger with each spread.

The wealth of the Impoverished Knights Order would spell death for whoever holds it!