Chapter 1460 - 664: Permissions Dog Versus Permissions Dog: You Don’t Eat Beef? Then Eat Duck Necks

But the scarlet light strip is equally long.

It proves that when he gained the former achievement, the number of non-Orthodox believers he slaughtered was also significant, carrying immense guilt.

At this moment, as Byron activated authority, it affected him in one breath.

Saint Matthew grunted, realizing something was wrong, and immediately communicated with the [Spear of Longinus], using its dominion power to launch a counter-resistance.

He followed up with another move: "I don’t eat duck meat."

Creak... creak...

The law network around them exploded and reformed, reformed and exploded again.

Byron was not lenient with him, continuing to increase the power output, utilizing the ability of the [Sword in the Stone] to cut off the anchor chains on the opponent’s body one by one.

"This isn’t really duck meat, but fake duck meat made from dead rat meat. The rat’s head is still here, so you can eat it without worry."

In the end, the Divine Light at the stalemate between the Holy Lance and Holy Sword grew brighter and brighter, while Saint Matthew trembled violently, kneeling lower and lower.

Meanwhile, his sense of presence grew weaker and weaker.

His figure began to gradually fade, at any moment potentially returning completely to the material world.

"Ahhh..."

Just like the countless innocents he had once killed, he let out an unwilling roar in the face of death.

In essence, it wasn’t that Byron could crush him, but rather that this authority dog held higher privileges within the [Silver Law].

"Stop!"

Kingdom’s Guardian, the Legendary [Golden Eye] Jacques Coeur could no longer sit idly by.

He initially thought that with a Saint ranked just below the Pope helping, he need only to wait for victory.

Unexpectedly, Saint Byron, who in the original plan should have been speared to death by the [Spear of Longinus], turned out to be this strong.

Jacques Coeur, in his early years, had an audience with the Pope and felt that perhaps even that mortal supreme was just so.

But even with his heart trembling, he had no choice but to act.

The Remit People tended to do things with no room for retreat, with plans that were too vicious and fierce, always targeting their own benefactors and patrons, so others had no psychological burden in retaliating.

If Saint Matthew died here, not only would the plan of stealing the country with posthumous children fail completely.

But all participants in this plan, without exception, would die!

"Copy!"

His eyes glared at Byron, the irises turning into the appearance of gold coins, with countless light shadows seemingly revolving rapidly within his pupils, tearing a strand of aura from Byron.

Above his head, a phantom crown began to emerge, and his momentum increased steadily as if replicating Byron’s strength upon himself.

Precisely this legendary Golden Eye with the Strange Art [Copy Eye]:

"Ordinary Gold Sequence [Pawnbrokers] or [Bankers] at most could swindle away one or two abilities through contract fraud.

But his Strange Art, the Copy Eye, could temporarily copy the opponent’s systematic skill tree.

Limitations: can’t exceed Fifth Order, can’t copy unique skills like [Divine Position], or core human abilities like ’Unity of All Things’ within the Mind Realm.

Note: Be cautious in copying Black Sorcery abilities, as overly strong or diverse Black Sorcery might incur unknown side effects."

After copying, Jacques Coeur immediately became another severely shrunken version of Byron.

He raised his hand to seize law control.

Yet he was entirely unaware that Byron possessed ten Divine Positions:

[Reform], [Deceit], [Fertility], [Thunderstorm], [Royal Iron], [Sky], [Netherworld], [Human], [Betrayal], [Cnidarian].

All of his abilities fell within the jurisdiction of these Divine Positions.

Whether his own or others, there was little difference.

He turned to glance at the opponent’s Copy Eye, spitting out two words:

"Mutation!"

Instead of using potentially ineffective lethal abilities on a Fifth Order Legend, Byron made no forceful racial transformations into a squirming cnidarian.

Instead, he made an extremely subtle alteration, causing his large intestine to grow... taste buds.

"Ugh～"

Just as Jacques Coeur’s face changed from sallow to greenish-white, beginning to uncontrollably vomit and have diarrhea.

Byron gripped the anchor with both hands and slashed fiercely down.

Bang!

A Saint high above was blown into particles of light at his feet, perishing on the spot.