Pirate Kingship

Although still in slumber, with eyes not fully open, the blood-colored moonlight seeping through the eyelids was cold and sinister, manipulating the massive flesh mountain of a body to clash repeatedly with the Mother of Monsters, each strike causing heaven and earth to crumble.

The constant [Vampire’s Touch] on its body would absorb external energy upon each contact with an opponent, concentrating it into a ruby-like brilliant mass of blood within.

As it passed through the Rust Belt, a streak of blood suddenly vanished, swiftly disappearing.

Another pair was the eldest daughter of the Mother of Monsters, [Hundred-Headed Dragon Mother·Tiamat] and [Slumbering God·Kraken].

Though the former had over a hundred heads, only five were primary, corresponding to five basic attributes, while the other dragon heads were extensions of these fundamental attributes.

White, black, green, blue, and red dragon heads led the smaller heads, relentlessly tearing apart the ocean of tentacles that filled the sky.

Kraken’s main body was a giant human skull, with numerous tentacles covered in suckers emerging from its cavities, alongside endless nightmares flowing out, transforming into various terrifying visions.

These illusions were elusive and ephemeral, seemingly drilling into the minds of all onlookers along their lines of sight.

"Luanyan Epoch descends, all beings perish, in the eternal deep-sea abode, the Slumbering God, dead yet dreaming, waits silently... Enter the dream, enter the dream..."

Murmurs and whispers echoed from every corner of the ocean of tentacles.

The Traitor and the Pan God, upon merely perceiving each other’s existence, were overwhelmed by illusions, as if the fragment of their Divine Kingdom was silently filled by some immense, intangible presence.

They forcibly averted their gaze immediately.

Yet they still felt an unstoppable nausea, as if something slimy was wriggling in the grooves of their brains, surging their emotions and memories out through every opening in their skulls.

The muttering sound began to resonate repeatedly within their skull cavities, growing increasingly distinct.

Neither noticed Kraken’s tentacle, after severing, was neither devoured by Tiamat nor dissipated into mist to merge back with Her main body.

But instead, it followed aligned thoughts and authority, drilling into Pan God’s mind like a leech!

[Slumbering God] Kraken governs [Ocean], [Water Elemental], [Sleep], [Dream Realm], [Nightmare], [Cephalopod]... among other divine positions.

The octopus boasts unique physiological features with three hearts and nine brains, the primary brain located in the head, with the other eight auxiliary brains distributed among the eight tentacles.

This grants it unparalleled advantages in terms of incarnations.

The tentacle that drilled into Pan God’s brain was the [Nightmare] divine incarnation, secreting a leech-like special substance, completely numbing Pan God to any pain.

It was only when Mercurius, the pseudo-god merely a step away from demigodhood, accidentally looked back, that he saw the final segment of the tentacle burrow completely into his cranial cavity, causing him to draw a sharp breath.

Then he turned tail and ran, leaving his son behind.

The bewildered Pan God shouted after him:

"Father, why are you running?"

"Wait for me, don’t leave me here alone."

"Father! Come back! Come back, let me... devour you! Eat, eat, eat..."

The Pan God’s flute had hypnotic powers, symbolizing creativity, music, poetry, and sex, yet also a sign of panic and nightmares.

Kraken’s [Nightmare] divine incarnation, upon devouring the Pan God, who had similar authority, forcefully balanced its beastly side and regained its rationality immediately.

The body shimmered like a phantom, the half-goat man disappeared, leaving a mid-aged gentleman with a top hat, suit, and beard in his stead.

He glanced in the direction where the Traitor disappeared and did not pursue, but instead plunged headfirst into the Rust Belt without hesitation.

Behind Him, countless Old Gods’ limbs were torn apart on the chaotic battlefield, through external energy intake achieving localized "Entropy Reversal," birthing many rational [Divine Position] incarnations.

With streams of light flickering, they vanished in the blink of an eye into the Rust Belt.

The scenario Byron most feared finally occurred.

The dispersed divine incarnations proved even more destructive than the complete Old Gods, akin to lighting firecrackers in an outhouse, exploding all over the place.

Truly a nightmare.

To bring back these Fifth Order-level divine incarnations to the Material World, simply letting the Kin conduct small-scale blood sacrifices could provide enough dimensional traction, significantly reducing the restrictions.

Yet due to their weaker power, these divine incarnations might also become targets for others’ hunts, permanently losing the corresponding divine position.

Remaining or departing, all relied on the Old Gods’ own decisions.

But undoubtedly, in the madgod community of Old Gods where insanity was the norm, there was no lack of adventurous spirit.

At this moment, Old Gods’ Chosen Races worldwide heard, for the first time, a lucid, rational yet insanely filled divine prophecy in their ears, instead of the former nonsensical mad ramblings.

Countless Kin knelt towards the sea, crying out with tears streaming:

"Praise be our Master!"

"Rejoice, the day we Kin rule the world has arrived!"

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