Chapter 1477: Dual Country War Instance: Rigorous Winter Approaches! Furious Sea Tempest!

Pyrenean Empire, The Palace of Wanxiang Main Hall.

Ssssss——!

Empress Immaculate Saint Isabella tore apart the “Lighthouse Daily” in her hand.

Looking at the cheap sugar cane paper scattered all over the floor, her face was extremely unsightly, and she repeatedly chewed on a word:

“Sun Never Sets, Sun Never Sets… “

On the third day since the sunlight anomaly of “The First Empire of the Sun Never Sets” triggered unrest among transcendent individuals from various countries eager to explore.

The Lighthouse Union promptly issued a new edition of the “Lighthouse Daily,” using the entire page to publish an exclusive interview with Byron.

It detailed the series of achievements since he started global navigation eastward, rediscovering yet another New Continent amidst the Stormy Ocean.

It also informed all people across the continent about the emergence of the national title [The First Empire of the Sun Never Sets], and the immense benefits this title brought to the North Sea Empire.

The influence of this intelligence was too widespread; a high sequence prophet could read collective subconscious to directly access it. Since entering the counterattack phase, Byron had no intention of keeping it secret any longer.

Just like the three major laws of the Eastern Continent, they openly displayed it.

It’s also fair to say: “Not too advanced, can be showcased.”

This time, I have reversed roles again!

Seeing the official news voluntarily disclosed by the North Sea Empire, the Orthodox Church side, which was evidently at odds with them, was all red-eyed with jealousy.

Especially the former leading maritime power, the Pyrenean Empire.

They were always the pioneers of the Great Nautical Age, harboring a dream of being the first to reach the World’s End and occupy the unclaimed territories of the world as a maritime powerhouse.

Now being merely a step behind the North Sea Empire, they missed the opportunity for the world’s first national title.

Isabella looked at another document beside her which had just been approved with the word “agree.” It was a global navigation application submitted by Adventurer “Fernando de,” and she was nearly enraged to insanity:

“From ocean to ocean, from river to the ends of the earth, while the sun sets on one edge of the territory, it already rises on the other. This is the glory that only the Messiah King can possess in the Book of Creation! Why is it Saint Byron who received this title? Why not me, Saint Isabella? Why not my country? Just one step away!”

For some reason, Isabella always subconsciously felt that this title of “The First Empire of the Sun Never Sets” should have belonged to the Pyrenean Empire.

Every time she thought about this name, her heart ached to the point of breathlessness.

Recently, she relied on the Church Meridian, thinking she gained a great advantage from acquiring the Southern Continent opening rights.

But ever since she discovered the lucrative profits of “triangular trade,” and started to regret slightly when she got blockaded in her homeland by the Interdiction Cruiser Fleet.

Now that the Pirate Emperor Saint Byron discovered a new continent again and was reverently referred to as the [Messiah King] by countless people.

She couldn’t help but resent the Pope and imagine if she had been assigned east of the Church Meridian initially, would she be celebrating with a toast right now?

To the point where the originally immaculate and flawless cheeks of the [Unblemished], began to slightly blue, and she murmured:

“Mine, all mine!”

Her emotions fluctuated too violently, causing her near-term pregnant belly to suddenly ache.

She hurriedly performed a [Holy Prayer] for her peace, but still felt uncomfortable.

The adverse effects of close cousin marriage had evidently emerged, with increased rates of miscarriage and newborn mortality, as well as greater chances of intellectual defects and various genetic diseases in the offspring.

By her side, her cousin and husband, King Fernando II of Aragon, quickly supported her, handing over a bottle of crimson [Blood Healing Potion].

Isabella drank it in one gulp, and her abdominal pain gradually subsided.

She noticed her husband’s concerned gaze towards her and forced a smile to him:

“Fernando, the Blood Healing Potion you found is quite effective, employing those hospital sequence pharmacists wasn’t in vain. Our child will surely be born successfully, becoming the wisest monarch in the history of the Pyrenean Peninsula. All we need to do is pass the strongest country into their hands.”

Fernando II held his cousin’s radiant white hand, his eyes full of tenderness and affection.

However, when he heard her mention pharmacists, his face showed a trace of unnaturalness, and he instinctively chuckled:

“Ha… hahaha… That’s for sure.”

This King of Aragon’s kingly title was [True Believer].

He undoubtedly was a devout believer, without learning any forbidden knowledge or witchcraft, far outperforming those church popes and saints.

As a mere human with a staggering mortality rate in this era, it’s certainly nothing to fear death and raise a group of hospital sequence pharmacists.

[Blood Healing Potion] is precisely the core ability of pharmacists.

Under the church’s continuous repression, doctors, though unaware of specific principles, could create potions using blood from other healthy humans to cure some patients.

They could even use blood from mighty knights, sages, or even demon monsters to create temporary enhancement potions, boosting certain specific abilities of allies, considered a relatively safe and effective medical method without violating the church’s taboos.

The key is that he had other titles before marriage, like: [Golden Fly Catcher], [Dance Little Prince], etc.

Rumors claim this king has long consumed Blood Healing Potion formulated from Pyrenean Golden Flies to enhance male capability.

And also vigorously promoted it among the nobility class, making this niche drug a fad for a while.