CHAPTER 454: CHAPTER 355: YEMENGADE, I AM THE ARCHBISHOP!

The island was tiny, with a diameter of only about twenty meters. It couldn’t be considered an island, but rather a reef.

At a glance, the island had nothing but black rocks, a narrow strip of sand, and a mangrove forest that covered the entire reef.

Its appearance was no different from other ordinary small islands. Such reefs were dime a dozen within the Shattered Isles, nothing out of the ordinary.

At this moment, an ethereal yet penetrating song wafted from the island, continuously echoing around the entirety of The Golden Deer.

With the help of the faint light, Byron, Violet, and the sailors on duty could vaguely make out several attractive figures at the edge of the reef, unclothed, bathing and frolicking in the water.

The enchanting music came from them.

"Beauties..."

GULP.

Some of the sailors’ eyes immediately glazed over. They swallowed their saliva and unconsciously took a step forward, among them a few First Order Transcendents.

Byron looked over and realized that these men were regulars at the sheepfold before the new [Pirate’s Ten Commandments] came out.

As the boss of the "Four Generals of Wine, Women, Wealth, and Fury," he knew well that some loved money, some were fond of liquor, and some were lechers.

People were different; for some extremely lascivious individuals, it was nothing uncommon to throw themselves even onto lizards in such a state.

He immediately gave a sign. Then, Sailor Chief Eight Fingers brought his cat-o’-nine-tails, its tips bound with lead shot, down fiercely upon them.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

The pain on their bodies immediately snapped them back to their senses.

"No good, it’s the man-eating sirens!"

Upon Byron’s command to "plug your ears," they all stuffed their ears with cloth strips, trying their best to block out the siren’s song.

Once they came back to their senses, anyone could see that something was off about the scene before them.

But once ensnared by the song, a regular person would automatically ignore all inconsistencies. Ruled by the burst of lust in their heart, they would become desperate to get closer to the source of the song.

The level of these sirens clearly wasn’t low; had it been an ordinary merchant ship instead, eight out of ten would have already delivered themselves to their doorstep, serving as an added meal.

Just as Byron had managed to pacify the sailors, an unexpected situation arose.

"I want, I want, cousin, I want one..."

Jacqueline suddenly leapt onto the deck from a shadowy portal, her gaze hazy as she eyed the beautiful mermaids opposite her, her cherry-red lips moving non-stop.

A Singer herself, she found these songstress mermaids to be a perfect match, instantly capturing her heart.

Jacqueline was clearly still changing just moments ago. On her delicate legs, one stocking was on, the other off, revealing large areas of skin as white as milk.

Through the portal, one could also see Delia in a similar state, except she was not affected by the song of the sirens, her face still showing a hint of astonishment.

Seeing this, Byron hurriedly launched his foot forward, kicking his sister squarely on her butt.

He sent this casually lascivious Chameleon back into her room through the shadow portal that had yet to close.

"What a family misfortune, the disgrace of the Third Order! Don’t embarrass me further, off you go!"

Having an interest in human girls was one thing, but now she’s even coveting non-humans. Doesn’t she know... that’s *my* territory? *Her brother’s* territory? Outrageous!

Turning his head towards Violet by his side, he reached out a hand.

"Milady."

Naturally, their fingers interlocked. Their Spiritual Radiance merged like water and milk. An invisible breeze sprung from nowhere, spreading their senses rapidly along the atmosphere and ocean currents.

They scrutinized the island’s details, seeing them more clearly at a certain distance than "Polaris" or "Lighthouse Sentinel" could.

A droplet of Blood of Transformation, as bright and crystalline as agate, automatically seeped from the tip of Byron’s tongue.

SPURT!

He suddenly sprayed a mist of blood into the air.

The Night Demon’s Bloody Aura erupted, and the Blood of Transformation, symbolic of "Transformation," immediately began to divide and grow, transforming instantaneously into dozens of living birds.

They had long beaks, black wings, and red underbellies, forming a flock of Warship Birds.

This species was known for its strong pectoral muscles and proficiency at flying, often referred to as the "champion of flight," one of the fastest flying birds in the world.

Moreover, they often used their superior flying skills to intercept and rob other seabirds of their prey, thus nicknamed "Pirate Birds."

An alchemical explosive, Flame’s Kiss, also flew out from Violet’s traveler’s bag, each bird ingesting it.

The melding of flesh and Alchemy Gunpowder immediately became the most potent explosive—Blood and Fire Sing As One.

Simultaneously, Violet also opened her mouth.

One could see a beautiful red Curse Seal resembling an "agave" etched on the root of her delicate, pink tongue—Artful Speech.

Thanks to the characteristics of Byron’s Blood of Transformation, Violet’s tongue, throat, and vocal cords were rendered more flexible.

They could even change shape to a certain extent, mimicking the vocal apparatus of "dragon speech," greatly enhancing the power of the Calamity Curse.

At this moment, the Calamity Curse she articulated with the help of the Curse Seal was:

"Blood and Fire Sing As One: Art is an Explosion!"

An ominous red glow, like flames, immediately enveloped the Warship Birds.

Under Byron’s control, they turned into streaks of blazing fire, diving at the island reef not more than a few hundred meters away.

SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!

This ability to create matter out of thin air using Blood of Transformation had Byron’s own flesh and blood as the raw material, beyond the control of other Beast Tamers, with a maximum precision control range of five kilometers.