How can I become the Pirate King if you don’t work hard?.

Chapter 336 The Sword in the Stone

Their plump flesh withered at a visible rate, and within moments they became as thin as skeletons.

Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
Beville walked expressionlessly, step by step, toward the center of the village.

With each step taken.

His gaze then took on a more ruthless edge.

Until we entered the magnificent, golden church standing in the center of the village.

A statue with six wings on its back, bearing a 70% resemblance to a Welsh deity, stands in the center of the church.

Dozens of believers, their faces devout, lay prostrate before the statue, emaciated, indistinguishable from the villagers outside.

Their condition was even more serious; their flesh and blood seemed to have been devoured by some kind of monster, and they were barely clinging to life.

“The flesh and blood have been eaten up by Wales.”

"No!"

"It should be...sharing."

"Mortals give everything they have to the gods: power, vitality... until in the end even their souls are no longer their own."

"Such power... how is it any different from that of a true god?!"

Beverly recalled Wales's words, "I am Britannias," and looked up at the central statue, his eyes filled with bloodshot veins.

He had seen this scene countless times. He thought he was almost numb, but he still began to waver in his initial decision.

This time, his wavering was more intense than ever before, so intense that his breathing became increasingly rapid.

"If that monster truly gains immortality, this country..."

Is there really still hope?!

Beville stood in the church for a long time until the weak believer showed signs of waking up, before he turned and left.

He mounted the giant eagle once more, his grip on the reins becoming even stronger, and the pent-up anger in his heart reached its peak at this moment!
"Waluru, let's go!"

The reins were suddenly gripped tightly.

"Wow—!"

The giant eagle let out a sharp cry, responding to Bevel's call.

It flapped its wings and soared into the sky, but instead of continuing to pursue Akin or returning to Avalon, it turned sharply and sped toward a huge lake in the interior of Britannias.

The wind howled.

His face was as sharp as a knife, but his gaze remained fixed straight ahead.

soon.

A vast inland lake appeared at the edge of Beivere's view.

The giant eagle slowly descended onto the small island in the middle of the lake.

A magnificent longsword, inlaid with jewels, was stuck in a boulder in the center of the island, its blade completely embedded in the rock, like a cross standing on a grave.

This is actually a tomb, the tomb of Arthur, the former king of Britannias.

After Arthur's death, the royal family of Britannias was purged by Wales, and Beville buried him here.

The sword in the stone, a symbol of royal power in Britannia legend, also remains here with Arthur.

“Arthur, you are right.”

Beville looked at the sword in the stone, his gaze complex:

"Britannias ultimately went as you predicted; everything fell into the hands of that monster, and countless people died because of him..."

"No!"

"He died because of my poor decision-making."

"Compromising with that monster will only bring temporary peace."

"This time..."

"If that monster were to gain immortality, this country would never have any hope again."

these years.

Beville had woken up from nightmares countless times.

He fantasized that if he had followed Arthur and faced Wales together, without wavering because of the latter's threats, without fantasizing about saving everyone's lives, would everything have been different...?

He couldn't see that kind of future, nor could he imagine such a future, but now Beville knew that he had no room to retreat.

Beville lowered his eyes, looking at the sword stuck in the boulder, took a deep breath, and slowly gripped the hilt with his five fingers.

Several years ago, after he put the sword in the stone back here, he came several times to try to retrieve it.

But perhaps it was Arthur's lingering will, or perhaps he simply didn't gain the sword's approval, for all attempts ended in failure. Beville took a deep breath and murmured:

"It's time to make up for the mistakes I made back then."

"If you still consider me your knight... no, I no longer deserve that title."

"But whether you still hate me or want to see this country reborn, help me one last time."

"To defeat that monster, I need this sword."

The sound landed.

The boulder beneath Bevel's feet slowly cracked open...

Kakakaka——!
……

……

The outskirts of Britannias.

The battle between Gawain and the Knights of God had long since ended.

Im left with a group of knights, but their ship remained, now shattered from the battle.

Fortunately.

The two prisoners on the ship survived.

Gawain brought him aboard the Lionheart Knight, questioned him further, and finally confirmed his identity.

Two pirate brothers with bounties exceeding 100 million.

Dorma, Madoh.

The former is the power of the Paw Paw Fruit, while the latter is the power of the Blood Blood Fruit.

Both of them were somewhat famous in the New World.

Several months ago, they were suddenly attacked by the Knights of God, defeated and captured, and have been imprisoned ever since.

According to them, the Knights of God promised that if they helped complete the plan, they would be qualified to become Celestial Dragons afterward.

Faced with such temptation, the two naturally had no chance of refusing.

Upon hearing this, Gao Wen's lips curled into a mocking smile.

This is just wishful thinking, a pie in the sky that's absolutely impossible to obtain.

As far as we know, there are only two paths to becoming a Celestial Dragon.

They were either born with it, or, like some members of the Knights of God, displayed extraordinary potential, were valued by Im, and qualified to join the Knights of God, thus indirectly gaining the status of a Celestial Dragon.

Regardless of whether Shamrock is qualified, neither of them is strong enough to join the God Order.

Even the most ordinary team members.

Gao Wen asked a few more questions.

However, the two men had limited knowledge, and Gao Wen was unable to obtain any more useful information, so he had the man temporarily locked in the cabin.

"Something's wrong!"

Kro stepped forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with Gawain, his brow furrowed:

"The power of blood and flesh is the key element for achieving immortality."

"Logically speaking, eternal life should be fatally attractive to beings who stand at the pinnacle of world power."

"That's why the Knights of God attacked Akin."

“According to you, a certain national treasure of Mary Geoise requires eternal life to be activated.”

"So, it's impossible for Im to ignore a potential threat..."

"Looking at it this way, that legend might be problematic!"

Gawain nodded.

Kro was not surprised that he could see this.

Or rather, it would be strange if someone like Kro couldn't see that.

He opened his mouth and said: