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

Chapter 338 Plunder
"This naiveté also sealed the fate of these two people."

"How could the gods high in the heavens care whether the crawling insects on the ground are in pain?!"

"They were born into this world to give everything for God!"

Wales muttered to himself, his tone indifferent, stating the facts he held in his heart.

When Gawain is mentioned, what comes to mind is the great battle that took place in Britannias.

Gawain single-handedly defeated the combined forces of the God Knights and Big Mom, demonstrating a combat strength far exceeding that of the previous Red Dragon Fruit user.

But at this moment, Wales felt little fear.

"Fortunately, I'm quite good at dealing with this kind of person."

Joan of Arc remained silent, but her gaze fell on the longsword beside Welsh, and her eyes narrowed slightly.

He recognized the sword.

After Arthur's defeat, his body was taken by Bevel and buried in Fairy Lake, where the fairies once lived. The sword in the stone that Arthur pulled from the boulder was also sealed there.

It can be said that only Beville knew the exact location of this sword.

The fact that the Sword in the Stone is now in Wales' possession means...

Joan of Arc raised her head and looked at Wales, at which moment she heard the latter's indifferent voice.

"Beville has disappointed me in the end."

Wales reached out and picked up the sword in the stone from the table, his fingertips tracing the blade. The dried blood peeled away, revealing the silvery-white edge.

He shook his head and continued:
“I thought that over the years, he had been working for me with his head down, and he must have seen through some things.”

"Pity."

"He wasn't ruthless enough, and he couldn't be as pure as Arthur. Even if he took up Arthur's sword, he would never have Arthur's power."

"Even Arthur, who was once rumored to be the son of prophecy, couldn't do it, so how could he possibly do it?!"

Wales glanced at Joan of Arc with a knowing look in his eyes and said meaningfully:

"Don't let me down."

Joan of Arc bowed:
"of course."

"Ah."

Wales nodded, about to wave Joan of Arc away, when he seemed to remember something and casually remarked:
"The site of Avalon that you are looking for has been found."

"Because it is so long ago, and most of the information has been erased by people, there are almost no relevant records. It took some time, and the place is submerged by seawater all year round, and it will only be revealed when the tide goes out."

"Therefore, it took some time."

"Where?!"

Joan of Arc suddenly raised her head, her eyes filled with a fervor that Wales had never seen before, which made him suspicious for the first time.

Is this woman truly here in pursuit of immortality, as she claims, or is there something hidden within the ancient Avalon?

Wales was somewhat suspicious, but that suspicion vanished completely in the next instant.

In any case, as long as he can obtain immortality, everything in Britannias will be in his hands.

Even if Joan of Arc was indeed hiding some secret, she would never be a match for him at that time!
Thinking of this.

Wales felt at peace:
"Sixty kilometers to the north, at the Iron Coral Canyon!"

"it is good!"

Joan of Arc's eyes held an indescribable urgency, yet she maintained her original submissiveness towards Wales.

Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
The crisp sound of footsteps faded into the distance, and Joan of Arc's figure disappeared into the horizon of Wales.

Wales had almost forgotten when he first saw this woman, but Joan of Arc had looked exactly like that ever since.

Time has left no trace on this woman, and even now, decades later, Wales' life is coming to an end.

It remains the same.

"Are the lifespans of fairies really that long?!"

Wales narrowed his eyes.

He once thought Joan of Arc's goal was to achieve immortality like himself, but now that the path was right in front of him, Joan of Arc felt no sense of urgency whatsoever.

"What exactly are you searching for in this country?!"

"It can't be loyalty, can it?!"

"Ah……"

Wales chuckled, a growing wariness towards Joan of Arc creeping into his heart.

However, Joan of Arc's spiritual fruit was an essential element for achieving the ritual of immortality.

Moreover, now that Beville has betrayed him and been severely injured, although he barely managed to escape, the extent of his injuries means that even if he survives, he will not pose any threat to him, let alone be of any use to him.

At present, the only subordinate he can use is Joan of Arc.

"Don't let me down."

"All I want is eternal life."

"As for everything else..."

"Under the immense power of time, all that remains is a handful of dust and half a skeleton."

……

A few hours later.

Outside Avalon.

In a deserted ruin, Joan of Arc slowly walked deeper into the ruins.

This place has been abandoned for a long time, with only a few crumbling walls remaining, which are also covered with vines.

Joan of Arc quickened her pace, stumbling as she walked, her face bearing an expression Welsh had never seen before.

Her eyes shone with unparalleled fervor, and her lips parted in a wide grin that stretched almost to her ears.

"Ha~"

Her ferocious smile completely ripped away any divine aura that Joan of Arc possessed.

"I knew it had been hidden here after decades of searching!!"

"That monster... must be here too!"

……

at the same time.

high in the air.

The giant eagle cried blood, its legs twisted, and one eye gouged out, yet it still carried its heavily wounded master on its back, speeding towards the border of Britannias.

In the blink of an eye, it passed through the clouds and disappeared into the sea of ​​clouds.

call--!
Beville regained some consciousness, only to feel a chill run through his body.

His consciousness was fading, his whole body was soaked in blood, and one of his legs had been torn off, the broken bone exposed to the air.

Such injuries would be enough to kill an ordinary person on the spot.

But in his heart, there was only resentment!
An indescribable sense of resentment!

"It was my naivety that created that monster."

"Now Wales, within Britannias, is uncontrollable."

Even if it is...

Before Bevel, he saw once again the great battle that had broken out in Britannias.

He once thought that the power Gawain displayed in that battle was invincible, the pinnacle that humanity could reach in this world.

But Wales completely changed his perception!

"That kind of power is beyond what humans can possess!"

"No!"

"That's the combined effort of everyone in this country!"

In a low murmur.

The giant eagle beneath Bevel could no longer hold on, coughing up blood as its body tensed and then suddenly relaxed, plummeting to the ground below.

call--!
The howling wind stung Bevel's face, and a self-deprecating smile curled at the corner of his lips. Just as his consciousness was fading, he saw a crimson figure hurtling towards him at the edge of his vision! "This is... a Crimson Dragon?!"

"Arthur?!"

"You're still so naive. Even when facing me, the one who killed you, you're still able to..."

Before the sound faded, Beville lost consciousness completely and plummeted to the ground along with the giant eagle.

But in mid-air, he was caught by Gawain, who had transformed into a red dragon!
boom--!
The red dragon landed with a thud, and Kro and the others jumped off Gawain's back, their expressions varying as they looked at Beville, who was gently placed on the ground by Gawain.

"It's the same group that kidnapped Akin during the chaos at the port!"

Kro's eyes narrowed, revealing a hint of murderous intent.

Morgan's face was also grim, but he seemed to feel a sense of satisfaction at having avenged a great wrong.
"It was not Wales who delivered the fatal blow to Arthur, but him."

"But this guy is a close confidant of Wales, so why was he seriously injured in Britannias?!"

"Wait, in this country, the only person capable of lifting him to this extent is probably..."

"Wales!"

No sooner had Gao Wen’s voice fallen than a large number of pursuers appeared on the distant horizon.

Shouts of battle echoed all around.

Cavendish and his men immediately took action, engaging the pursuing troops in battle, and within a few breaths, they completely suppressed them.

With their strength, they could easily wipe out these harmless opponents in just a few minutes.

Gawain's gaze fell on Beville, and after a moment's thought, he turned to look at Chopper:

"Let's see if there's any hope for him."

"Since this person is a close confidant of Wales, he may know some information that we do not."

"The enemy's abilities are unknown, but Welsh, as the leader, possesses at least legendary-level combat power and is highly likely to be an ability user."

"Be cautious and subtle."

Chopper stepped forward upon hearing this, quickly examined Bevel's injuries, and then nodded to Gawain.

"The injury is severe; the leg cannot be saved, but saving his life is not difficult."

"it is good."

With Chopper's help, Bevel's injuries were quickly brought under control.

The bleeding wound was stitched up, and the blood and flesh of the severed leg were cleaned up and bandaged.

Not only that, Chopper also tended to the wounds of the giant eagle beside him, barely saving its life. However, whether it could fly again after that depended on its fate.

When Beville awoke, several hours had passed.

Feeling intense pain all over his body, he realized that he was not dead.

And it was Gao Wen and his group who saved them!
Looking at the familiar face before him, Beville almost thought he was seeing Arthur from back then.

He couldn't help but speak up to remind them:

"Perhaps you want to save this country, or perhaps you have come with other purposes, but none of that matters."

"If you don't want to die, leave this country as quickly as possible!"

“Arthur can’t beat Wales, and neither can you…cough cough—!”

As he spoke, Beville coughed violently a few times, his hands covered in scarlet blood.

He was so badly injured that it was a miracle he survived.

"Are you threatening us?!"

Gao Wen frowned slightly.

"No!"

Beville gave a bitter smile:
Consider this a piece of advice for you.

"after all."

"For a knight, repaying kindness is a creed that must be upheld."

Morgan sneered:

"So, piercing a monarch's heart with a sword is also a heartbeat that a knight must uphold?!"

The familiar voice startled Beville, who turned to see Morgan standing next to Gawain.

"The eldest princess..."

Beville's breathing suddenly stopped. He slowly lowered his head, closed his eyes, like a prisoner waiting for death.

Morgan gripped his dagger tightly, his breathing becoming increasingly rapid, yet he still struggled to control his anger, lowering his voice to say:

"You grew up with Arthur, practiced swordsmanship together, fought enemies together, earned the title of knight together, and were awarded medals by Father together..."

"I hope there's more to the story than meets the eye back then."

"Instead of you completely betraying your own beliefs."

The sound fell to the ground.

The surroundings became quiet.

Beville remained silent for a long time before slowly raising his head. He didn't look at Morgan, but rather at Gawain, and said:

"Are you really planning to take action against Wales!?"

"what."

Gawain nodded:
“Akin is my subordinate and also the user of the Bone-Bone Fruit. Welsh will definitely make a move against him, and I can’t let my subordinate go to his death.”

In other words, I'm definitely going to kill Wales!

"Even if it means killing more than 80% of the country's population?!"

Gawain looked bewildered, and Morgan, standing beside him, was also stunned, pressing for an answer:

"What's the meaning?!"

"Cough-cough-!"

Beville coughed a few times, his eyes revealing fear:

“In recent years, the Tianjue Church has developed rapidly. More than 80% of the people in Britannias are believers of the Tianjue Church, and many of them are even fanatics.”

“Logically speaking, Wales already had control of the country and had even slaughtered the former royal family. He didn’t need such tyrannical methods to govern the country, but he still chose this method.”

"What do you think it's for?!"

"Is it simply killing or evil?!"

"Do not make jokes!"

"In that guy's eyes, everyone is a lowly crawling insect on the ground, and he wouldn't even bother to look at them unless absolutely necessary."

"How could they possibly find satisfaction in their suffering?!"

"What he needs is faith!"

"An extremely devout and fanatical faith!"

As he spoke, Beville's face grew increasingly flushed.

Guilt, resentment, fear, self-blame...

A complex array of emotions flashed across his face, ultimately coalescing into rage—an extreme, violent, and uncontrollable rage.
"That guy is a user of the Human-Human Fruit, Mythical Zoan type, Angel form!"

"His strength depends on how many people regard him as a god; the more fanatical the believers, the stronger the faith they can provide him."

"It took me several years of being around him to gradually see a clue."

"According to his own words, his ability is to share, to share his power with believers."

"But what he didn't say is that this kind of sharing can also be reversed!"

"He can directly share the power of believers to bless himself, and he can even share his own injuries with believers!"

"This country has a population of nearly ten million. The sheer amount of power they wield is already staggering!"

"Not to mention that he can share his injuries with believers."

"No matter how severe the injury, if it's divided into ten million parts, it's enough to be ignored!"

"This ability is called sharing, but its essence is plunder—plunder of believers!"

(End of this chapter)