CHAPTER 497: CHAPTER 380: GENTLEMEN, I HAVE A CUNNING PLAN: IRON CHAIN BINDING!_2

Apart from that, they did not forget to also leave the few remaining warships of the York Family’s Strait Fleet at the shipwreck graveyard. This was to give the Lancasters something to do, to vent their pent-up energy so they wouldn’t cause trouble again.

They also firmly attached an unbreakable "Iron Chain Binding" to the [Blue Dragon King].

In essence, these are tentacles of the Slumbering God, born from the Authority of the Old Gods and only retaining instincts after He fell into slumber.

Their characteristic is like a snapping turtle; once they bite down, they absolutely will not let go.

Guaranteed to be secure, even Yemengade itself could not break free.

After all, with the "Iron Chain Binding Plan" proposed by the Goddess in place, those sailboats on the water could never win the tug-of-war competition. They were doomed to visit the Old God’s stomach for a "gastrointestinal day trip."

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!...

Amidst the stormy sea, the Colonial Fleet, which had already gained the upper hand and would have eventually dealt with the large army of sea creatures, immediately sounded the alarm in the face of such an unknown Nightmare.

"Quick, look underwater, what is that?"

A cry of alarm suddenly came from a Barbary pirate ship, which had suffered the heaviest losses and had the fewest people left after a series of battles.

The other nearby ships then saw in their Spirit Vision innumerable tendrils, like black mist, stretching up from the deep sea, effortlessly penetrating the body of every person on board.

Even the [Pirate’s Ten Commandments], a book anchoring the Silver Law that linked everyone together, instantly became dim and lightless.

An eerie scene ensued.

The pirates on the ship hung their heads low, their eyes vacant, and walked in a trance to the edge of the deck, one after another, jumping into the churning sea.

SPLASH! SPLASH!...

It was as if they were jumping directly into another space. One could hear the sound of entering the water, but not the slightest splash was made.

After all the crew had disappeared, that unmanned pirate ship also abruptly sank and vanished from the surface of the sea.

The tragedy of that stormy night in the Strait of Dover played out once more.

This wave of Nightmare killings had much more direct and violent rules, amounting to a mere tug-of-war contest.

Survival was possible only by defeating the Ghost Ships and the Old Gods. Failure meant certain death.

But even the Lancaster Royal Family lost before, so how could they possibly win on their own?

Unsurprisingly, those black tentacles kept emerging from beneath the water, dragging one Colonial Warship after another into the "stomach of the Old God."

Just like the previous fate of the [Blue Dragon King], all ships had no resistance in this Nightmare.

As the pirates and their ships fell into shallow dreams—the Luanyun City submerged in seawater—many were instantly shattered and continued to sink into the deeper dreams—the shipwreck graveyard—becoming sacrificial offerings to the Slumbering God.

HISS—!

The other Adventurers and pirates who hadn’t yet been targeted all involuntarily gasped in horror, instinctively moving away from the ship’s side.

"I remember now, this is the existence beyond standard, the Colossal Monster of the Northern Sea, the Kraken!

The Red Rose Lancaster Family of the Kingdom of Hightins, along with the White Rose York Family’s First Fleet of the Strait Fleet, were all annihilated at its hands.

This is not something human power can fight against."

"An Old God! It’s one of the Old Gods that is moving against us!

Where is the Pirate King? Has he not dealt with the enemy yet?"

Adventurers, who wander on the fringes of the Wilderness every day, are the group of people most in touch with the true undercurrents of the world.

Others may not know what the Old Gods are, referring to them only as extraordinary existences, but they had mostly encountered hints of these beings.

And they understood their terror all too well.

All Adventurers, upon arriving overseas, were told an adage by their predecessors:

"We must always keep in mind that the common laws of humanity, interests, and emotions are meaningless in the vastness of the world.

With every step we take away from the Silver Continent, we step closer to Chaos.

When we cross the boundaries of reason and the bulwarks of our minds to enter the boundless unknown, we must leave our Human Nature and all common sense behind.

Compared to those ancient entities that have spanned the entire river of human history, we are humble, insignificant, and ignorant.

They are natural phenomena of the Supernatural World and disasters themselves!

Contact with them is exceedingly dangerous."

Adventurers had not at all anticipated that the danger level would increase exponentially when the map leapfrogged from the Bantaan Archipelago to the New Continent.

The very first battle upon arriving in the New Continent was to face a head-on assault from an Old God, an entity beyond normal comprehension.

In that instant, it seemed as if death, dictated by fate, had descended upon the head of every person.

Using manpower to wrestle with an Old God?

It was more realistic to organize a tug-of-war with an entire country’s population.

If it weren’t for the fact that the Adventurers knew, even if they fled now, they could only live at most two more days.

By July 4th, when the lunar phase began to complete, the Might of the Nightmare Triangle would be restored. They would probably have fallen into the Primordial Ocean and died a worse death than they faced now.

They might have already begun a large-scale rout by now.

"Captain, it’s bad, It’s here, It’s here!"

"AH—!"

A stench-laden gale howled around them.

Another familiar ship of Byron’s, the [Butterfly Fish], which had previously returned with the [Raven] to support the colony, also met its doom.

The female captain, "Ice Witch" Jeanne Seyida, with her blue hair and a height of 220 centimeters, watched as countless phantom tentacles slowly coiled around her adventure ship beneath the water.

Suppressing the fear in her heart and the illusory whispers in her ears, she unleashed a breath of frost with the strength of a Third-order Grand Wizard.

"HOO—!"

But even the frozen seawater, instantly solidified by the frigid current, had no effect on those tentacles.

Among them, one tentacle extended from the deep dreamscape known as the shipwreck graveyard, exceptionally thick and far stronger than the others.

The [Butterfly Fish] was about to be dragged into the belly of the Old God along with the previous victims.

On the brink of death, even a non-human who cultivated the forbidden knowledge [Ice Secret Casket] and walked the path of the Frost Giants could not help but tremble.

Am I, Jeanne Seyida, going to die like this? Oh gods, save me!

But just then...

A golden light flashed before her eyes, like a warm sunrise swiftly approaching from behind the fleet, the stormy weather parting for it.

It was [The Golden Deer], which had dashed in with a burst of wind, forcibly pushing the soon-to-be-entangled adventure ship aside, but instead became firmly entangled by the tentacles itself.

"Your Excellency the Governor!!!"

The "Ice Witch" Jeanne Seyida, who had seen plenty of deceit at sea, suddenly had teary eyes and couldn’t help but cry out in shock.

It was well known that Byron Tudor, The Sea Hunter, was a Great Good Man, but this level of "goodness," sacrificing oneself to save others, was simply inhuman!

Those who witnessed the scene doubted whether they had seen a Holy Spirit reincarnated.

Yet all they could do was shake their heads and sigh:

"Unless The Sea Hunter truly possesses the Great Power of a Holy Spirit, this is merely throwing his life away in vain. What a pity for a good man."

Yemengade, always watching the battlefield, was overjoyed.

Is it The Sea Hunter and his [The Golden Deer]? Although it’s two days later than I anticipated, they have finally arrived. But is this that same old Great Good Man disease flaring up again? Hahaha, excellent! Now I’ve caught you. Let’s see how you die, obediently head into the shipwreck graveyard!

Byron, using himself as bait, remained calm. Hearing Yemengade’s boisterous laughter through the Goddess’s ears, he responded with a cold laugh in his heart:

No, it’s I who have caught you.

He reached out and grabbed the thick tentacle stretching from the [Blue Dragon King].

He then slapped... the "New Continent Colonization, Trade, Sightseeing, Fishing Crowdfunding Project Equity Contract" signed by Edward IV and several high-ranking officials of the York Party onto it with force.

Meanwhile, hearing the other adventure ships’ whispers about the "Holy Spirit," Byron had an idea. Above his head, an angel halo from the Thunder Deity burst forth, and he bellowed to the heavens:

"Creator, if you have mercy on all beings and acknowledge my loyalty to you, please descend a divine miracle for me and [The Golden Deer]!"

Then, to everyone’s surprise, the countless densely-packed tentacles underwater... were abruptly yanked, causing them to stumble.

The onlookers’ eyes widened; their mouths all shaped into an "O."

"My God!"