Chapter 1476 - 668: Chokehold? I’m Way Ahead!

A civil engineering school under the "Construction Demon" Power King Construction Company, known as: "Which company’s excavator technology is the best? Find Power King in the Golden Empire."

Another one is the New Western Chef School, where Alfred, also known as "Blood Red Whiskey," serves as a part-time principal, known as: "To become a gourmet, come to New Western. Gather the famous dishes of the world, cultivate elite chefs!"

Byron did not reject dissenters or slaughter pagans like the Church.

Instead, he kept expanding the cake of Transcendents, so that eventually, even if he did nothing, he could still overthrow the Church using his shares.

In the Desert Empire’s sleeping palace, where Byron often stayed, he leisurely lay on a rattan chair, observing all these changes through the "Divine Sight" and "Bronze Law," and felt deeply gratified:

"The Sailing Logbook says I have an ’anchor of correct history.’

Although I don’t know if it’s correct, since I first set sail from Iron Anchor Bay until now, I have ultimately brought some good changes to this world. Not bad, not bad."

"Shh! Byron, the children are asleep."

Beside him, the World’s Foremost Beauty placed a jade-white finger on her lips and made a gesture.

The third child Amon and the fourth Nut developed better than ordinary children, but for now, they could only smile and utter simple words: "Father," "Mother."

Babies are still babies, and after playing with their parents for a while, they fall into a deep sleep.

In their dreams, they slowly receive inherited memories, continuously learning and progressing, with either their souls or bodies always on the journey.

The Radiant Queen waved her hand to send the children to the adjacent children’s room, then she turned and snuggled into Byron’s embrace.

She wasn’t complacent about being ahead now; she was well aware that the main enemies were always those Old Gods outside the world, and the current achievement was far from enough.

Softly, she discussed her next plan with Byron:

"I plan to gather Wizards to rebuild the ’Sunship Helios.’

For me, the two most important people are you—the Sun King—and Amon—the Sun God. When the Spiral Annals arrive, you two are bound to bear the brunt.

In the short term, this is the most likely thing to help you.

The contaminant Horus is dead, no longer a risk of losing control.

Even if someone dares to covet it, I can cut them down with one sword!"

The Radiant Queen, Amon, and Nut gathered their core divine roles: [Life], [Magic], [Sun], [Dark Night], [Stars], and were fully capable of forming a Sunship.

When knowledge is lacking, authority makes up for it.

It’s akin to making herself the source of transcendence, personally "polluting" the Truth Embodiment.

Transforming the Truth Embodiment [Sunship Helios] into her Sixth Order Artifact.

Byron was moved in his heart. If Catherine was the anchor and Violet was the sail, then the Radiant Queen Patra was the other escort ship beside him.

And for the sake of being a mother, after giving birth, she became more gentle toward herself and her children, yet more fierce and proactive in guarding against any threats.

Thinking slightly, he tightened his arm around her:

"Just right, after you ascended to [Magic Goddess], you acquired new authority [Mysterious Roots·All-Knowing] from the core divine role [Magic].

In this world, there’s no Black Sorcery or Extraordinary Knowledge that you can’t master, and not only can its power reach the owner’s limits, but it also causes no side effects.

To say you’re a ’Witchcraft Doctor’ is not an exaggeration.

I just got the titled ability [Sunstorm] of the [Sun King], representing the pinnacle of energy in the Material World, and being a Sun Furnace substitute shouldn’t be a problem.

We can gather it into your authority in the form of a fire seed, and you should be able to exert might not weaker than mine.

Come, while the sun outside is just right, let me pass the fire to you."

As he spoke, his hand reached for her sash.

Unexpectedly, the Radiant Queen slipped from his embrace, giggling as she escaped to the other end of the rattan chair, her fair and slender bare foot pressed against his chest, her rose-red lips coyly smiling:

"Is this how you pass the fire? Are you sure what you want to spread is... a fire seed? And not something else?"

Byron lifted his large hand to grasp the Queen’s tender foot, gently caressing along her smooth calf, and nodded earnestly:

"Trust me. Passing the fire is done this way."

The Queen’s other bare foot naturally slid down his chest, her eyes glistening, seductively enticing:

"Then let’s pass it?"