CHAPTER 509: CHAPTER 388: NO ONE CAN BEAT ME IN MY BGM!

Before the thunderous gunfire and Byron’s shouted Severance Inscription, "Thorned Rose," echoed in the spacious cabin, a splendid blood-red rose had already blossomed in front of Yemengade.

The bullet carried the bone-chilling killing intent of Divine Sight, which saw through the death line. This caused Yemengade, normally impervious to physical attacks, to pale dramatically, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints in an instant.

At the same time, the power of his Bayfolk bloodline within him and his degree of integration with the Deity Mask·World Serpent both plummeted sharply.

Even his Nightmare Doppelgänger—the "Banyan Street Dream Murderer·Kruger," which he habitually summoned instantly—was delayed for a split second.

It was this momentary lapse that completely eliminated any possibility of dodging.

Yemengade truly lived up to his reputation as the strongest below the Fifth Order in the Deep Dive Church, one who dared to covet Archbishop Dagon’s position.

His reflexes in a crisis were extremely sharp; he instinctively lifted the thick Spiral City Manual before him, securely shielding his head.

The Spiral City Manual is essentially a Cursed Object, a grimoire that has witnessed numerous deaths. It had also received the blessing of the Slumbering God and served as a portal between reality and the Dream Realm.

When the bullet struck it, the projectile vanished instantly.

His head, a vital point, was unharmed, but several gory holes appeared on his chest, oozing foul, multicolored blood like something from a nightmare.

The dreamlike Nightmare Divine Light tried to automatically mend his wounds as it always had, but it had no effect.

Power flowed out with his blood, and he gradually felt a long-forgotten weakness.

Meanwhile, Byron had already canceled his human shapeshifting spell, reverting to his original form.

Staggering backward, Yemengade looked at him as if he had seen a ghost.

"Sea Hunter? It’s you! This is impossible. How did an outsider sneak in without the Ship Spirit giving a warning? Even if you possess the Deity Mask of the Mad Hunt Deity, you wouldn’t have such authorization! The Ship Spirit only recognizes the Key and the Harold royal family! Wait—you and that woman... uh..."

Connecting the simultaneously deactivated Deity Masks of the Divine King and Goddess Queen with this silent infiltration of the Legendary Warship, he seemed to suddenly grasp something.

SHLICK!

But before Yemengade could voice his suspicion, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his back. Slowly looking down, he saw the sharp tip of a war axe silently protruding from his chest.

His voice trembled with disbelief. "Freya! Whose side are you on? What are you doing? Go stab him!"

SHLICK!

Standing behind Yemengade, the Goddess offered no response, merely withdrawing her war axe and stabbing again.

As Yemengade struggled to turn around, she stabbed him another time.

The colorful blood gushed out like an opened faucet, pooling on the floor.

Strictly speaking, within the Deep Dive Church, Freya was merely Yemengade’s subordinate and the object of his affection. This was a far cry from a "confidante," though not so distant from a "beloved." It sounded rather similar, nonetheless. Or rather, with the charm inherent to the Goddess of Love and Beauty, she could easily become the "beloved" of any man.

It was known that during the Mythological Era, this Goddess had been intimate with every male god in the Gulf Divine Lineage, including her brother, Frey, the God of Fertility.

Compared to her, Beatrice, the Versatile Enchantress, could only be described as chaste.

At this moment, under the True Damage effect of "Heartfelt Trouble," the three thrusts from her war axe were no less potent than Divine Sight and Celestial Descent.

However, even Byron and Violet, unleashing the full Authority of the Divine King and Goddess Queen, had failed to strip Yemengade of his Divinity.

After such a long delay, he finally succeeded in activating the mask’s power.

"Deity Mask, Celestial Descent!"

His perfectly calm Mechanical Mindset helped him find the optimal solution, reallocating his existing resources so his battered body could still exert maximum combat power.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

The Heavenly God’s halo had barely materialized above his head when Byron stomped fiercely, surging towards him like a teleporting gale, and roared, "Why did you carve your name on my Key? Sounding Tide Thousand Echoes!"

A pure white stream of water surged from the Warrior’s Cup at his waist, transforming in his hand into a long, thick, pitch-black Big Spear.

This was a Miracle weapon, wrested from the Divine Son, Frey, the God of Fertility—identical to the one Freya, the Goddess, wielded.

Byron didn’t care about its original name. After Violet, a Third Order Grand Artificer, made some subtle modifications, it was now called Sounding Tide.

Severance Inscription: "Sounding Tide Thousand Echoes."

It could normally transform into any shape—blades, spears, swords, tridents—and resonated with the tides, its destructive power increasing with the size of the waves.

It could even liquefy completely and was usually stored inside the Warrior’s Cup.

When opponents, thinking he was unarmed, let down their guard, he could suddenly draw it from his waist. It was larger than any other, and the sheer shock might cause them to lose the initiative.

With this, the Low Sequence, Third-Rate Miracle, White Frost, was honorably retired.

"Die!"

Byron wielded the massive Big Spear as if it were a weightless straw, boldly launching a Thrust with the heavy weapon.

HUMMM—!

The turbulent airflow, whipping the spearhead into a high-speed rotation, emitted a piercing shriek. The storm and waves outside the cabin resonated with it, shaking violently.