Chapter 1309 - 627: Bountiful Harvest Collection, Old Gods’ Conspiracy

Certainly! Here’s the translation:

Due to the incredibly high rename rate on the Old Continent, when Byron first saw the name "Joan," what came to his mind was actually not Saint Joan of the Iris Kingdom.

But rather: "Night Demons are truly driven by lust, incorrigible!"

Logically, ever since they ascended to the rank of Fourth Order Mythical Creature, starting an [Panacea]-brewing ceremony with the "Crimson Holy Grail," the intense side effects accompanying Half-Night Demons throughout their lives like frenzy, blood addiction, and sexual addiction should disappear immediately.

However, the reality is that there isn’t a single "restraint" faction within the Night Demon clan; they are all "indulgence" factions.

Because the Panacea can eliminate side effects, but not the deeply rooted desires in their nature.

Many Night Demons, even after ascending to Fourth Order Mythical Creature, continue to retain their past instincts, indulging various desires recklessly, unwaveringly falling into the "beastly side."

Eventually, the anchor of reason breaks, and falling into the grasp of [Mother of Creation, Lilith] is almost a guaranteed certainty.

What binds them is not a spell or contract, but their own desires.

It’s also the most irresolvable shackle in the world!

Upon careful consideration, even ordinary humans, when they see the phrase "Under the yellow sky, we cannot coexist with gambling and drugs," how many do not secretly give a thumbs-up in their hearts?

It wasn’t until the deep memory belonging to [Thorny Duke] Vlad III surfaced from the heart that Byron was startled to realize the "Night Demon Joan" in the love letter was in fact the active knowledge [Saintess] Joan active in the Corridor of Truth.

It’s just that Saint Joan being transformed into Night Demon Joan happened only recently after the divine incarnation of Lilith’s descent, and the news hasn’t spread widely.

Only a few Night Demon upper echelons know about this, causing Crow Fukin to fail to gather intelligence in advance from the dialogues of common Kin.

And today happens to be the day Joan reports to the base camp after adapting to her own powers.

Thus, Vlad III wrote the love letter beforehand and had his subordinates ready roses, banners, a candlelight dinner, and an entire band, to transform into a courtship peacock for her.

Though Byron was surprised, there was not even a hint of nervousness in his heart, rather he laughed softly at the mirror:

"Ha, although Joan and the Lancaster Family have a deadly feud, I am not Byron Lancaster right now, but the real Vlad III!

You seek revenge on Lancaster, what does it have to do with me, Vlad III?

Even if I meet her face to face, I am absolutely unafraid."

Snap!

With a raised hand and a snap of fingers, the half-written love letter was instantly incinerated by a bloom of blood flames without burning even a bit of the tabletop.

Despite having to temporarily use Vlad III’s abilities for a perfect disguise.

But with the three divine positions bestowing as high as 9% "Unity of All Things," he easily displayed prowess far surpassing the original possessor, every kind of spell seems to have formed its own consciousness.

The same ability was akin to a martial arts master facing regular humans.

Moreover, "Mind Realm" is the least intuitive, and does not follow gradual progress; encountering true love and explosively increasing in power isn’t entirely impossible.

"Joan’s appearance isn’t entirely a bad thing.

At least it provides a reason for Vlad III to significantly boost strength at critical moments, making it convenient for me to fish in troubled waters."

Byron cleared away the last traces in the room, ensuring no identity-revealing flaws before leisurely walking out of the villa gate.

Standing on the small hill outside the gate, the sea breeze brushed his face, and his first sight was the enormous fleet docked at the harbor.

Among them were regular sail battleships existing as servant soldiers, and the whale oil-powered miracle object battleships with their hull surfaces shimmering with intense extraordinary aura.

Vlad III himself was the commander of one of the squadrons, naturally familiar with these miracle object weapons unique to the Corridor of Truth.

Compared to the steam-powered [Dreadnought] Byron had just launched, they chose a completely different path.

"The biggest difference between the two is the power system and weapon system.

Whale oil miracle object battleships use miracle object power furnaces only Transcendent can operate, skipping steam as a medium, directly converting Leviathan Whale oil with high energy density into mechanical and magic energy.

Used to drive propellers and arrays, gaining various enchantment effects.

The weapon system still uses traditional muzzle-loading smoothbore cannons, but each cannon is alchemically enchanted, making them far superior alchemical cannons, not inferior to our rear-loading rifled guns.

The former suits naturally mundane humans, the latter suits various extraordinary species, neither ideology is superior, only whoever laughs last has the correct path.

The key issue is that the technical insufficiencies of miracle object battleships are covered by extraordinary materials, resulting in a cost far higher than the former, making mass production impossible.

Once heavy losses occur in the war, replenishing quickly is difficult as the raw materials are much more expensive than hundred-year oak used in ordinary sail battleships."

Byron believed, regardless of the combat strength comparison of the two battleships, during a prolonged future warfare, his war potential would certainly be higher.

The great power of "Industrial Cthulhu" is absolutely not weaker than the Old Gods by a hair!

"Master, the band is already waiting at the harbor, shall we also head to the harbor in advance to welcome Miss Joan?"