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

Chapter 339 Military Son
"Do you still have the confidence to take on that monster?!"

"Don't be naive!"

"Even if you possess the power of the Crimson Dragon, even if your combat strength is far superior to that of Arthur back then."

"But if you are not prepared to slaughter all the believers of the Heavenly Awakening Church, you will never be able to defeat Wales."

Beville gave a bitter smile, his eyes filled with nothing but despair that seemed to have sunk into an abyss.

"so……"

"This country has no hope."

“You’re a good person, you shouldn’t get involved here.”

"Run away."

"The farther you escape, the better."

The sound fell to the ground.

The surroundings fell silent for a moment.

Morgan stood to the side, almost in a daze.

She had already guessed about Wales's abilities and Britannias's current situation, but she never expected the result to be so astonishing.

"Such a monster..."

Morgan opened his mouth, finally understanding why Arthur, the previous user of the Red Dragon Fruit, had met such a tragic end.

Even if Beville hadn't betrayed them, the outcome probably wouldn't have been much better.

She turned to look at Gawain, and for the first time, her unwavering belief in revenge began to waver.

It wasn't just because of Welsh's powerful, almost invincible abilities, but also because she saw Arthur's shadow in Gawain.

Both are young and strong, and both possess a warm and kind heart.

Such people are pure enough, but they are also easily manipulated.

While thinking.

Morgan looked up into Beville's eyes and asked, word by word:
"You still haven't told me why you betrayed Arthur."

Beville closed his eyes:
"Between the hundreds of thousands of civilians in Avalon and Arthur alone, I can only choose the former."

"I feel guilty, but I don't regret it."

Morgan fell silent for a moment. She took a deep breath, and her anger towards Beville seemed to subside somewhat at that moment.

She turned to look at Gao Wen:
“Mr. Gawain, the matter of Britannias is none of your concern, if…”

"I said."

Gao Wen shook his head, his eyes remaining unwavering:

"Britannias is mine to have."

"This is where we're staying, and we must clear away any obstacles we face."

"No matter how strong Wales is, it will eventually be restrained by the sea."

Beville shook his head:
“We also tried this method, but Wales is a formidable force, and with them prepared, it is simply impossible to sink them to the bottom of the sea.”

"Even Seastone, the natural enemy of Devil Fruit users, has a hard time touching Wales."

"it's useless."

“Abandoning this country and its people is your best choice.”

"Arthur is dead, and I do not wish to see another man like Arthur die at the hands of Wales!"

"you……"

between words.

Beville looked up and saw Gawain's determined gaze, as well as a group of powerful figures who had gathered there.

"Be quiet!"

"Muramasa!"

Zoro gripped the long sword at his waist, his tone chilling:
"In Avalon, there will be enough formidable enemies for you to slay!"

The villagers' agitation gradually subsided.

But the shock in Bebeville's heart had only just begun.

Not just Zoro.

Gin, whom he once captured; Kuro, whose gloomy aura exudes a sharp, razor-like presence; Sanji, silently smoking; Law, quietly wiping his hat…

These people showed no fear when facing a powerful enemy, only an eager fighting spirit. He could even hear the restless clanging of blades in his ears!
Bevel believed he had made Welsh's abilities very clear; they were something that could not be defeated by normal means.

But these people...

Don't these people understand what it means to weigh the pros and cons?

"To do something so mad, knowing you'll die, just for your own ambition!"

"crazy?!"

Akin lowered his eyes to look at Beville, a hint of barely perceptible anger flashing in his gaze:

"So you have absolutely no idea what kind of person the captain really is!"

"His goal was to give everyone in this country a chance to survive."

The sound fell to the ground.

A knowing glint flashed in Morgan's eyes.

really!

This man has a heart of gold!
The so-called finding a foothold and the so-called unchangeable established goals are just excuses he uses to convince himself.

His true goal has always been to help more people!

The people standing nearby shared almost the same opinion as Ah Jin.

"That's right!"

Chopper nodded emphatically:

"The captain is the kind of man who can't ignore the existence of a disaster!"

"Along the way, he has saved countless lives, from the Drum Kingdom to Water Seven, and then to Fish-Man Island..."

"Witness everything, save everything!"

For a moment, firelight flickered in everyone's eyes.

They had only a vague idea of ​​what Gawain was planning, but after hearing Chopper's words, they all understood.

Sanji flicked the ash from his cigarette and muttered a line he'd seen in a movie:

"Is there any hope if we just stay alive?!"

"What a pure man, always upholding the princess's will..."

Kalifa's eyes sparkled with hearts, her face flushed; Nami's lips curved into a gentle smile. She understood Sanji and the others' words more deeply and believed in them even more firmly.

"What a mess..."

Gao Wen's eyebrows twitched violently. He glanced around and saw only pairs of increasingly fanatical eyes.

For a moment, I was speechless.

He wanted to explain, but the more he explained, the more confusing it became, so he simply stopped paying attention. Seeing that Beville seemed completely devastated by Wales, he didn't bother to ask for any more details.

All we can say is that we'll meet force with force and dam with water.

Gawain is not the Arthur of yesteryear; he is not so naive. When it doesn't concern his core interests, he doesn't mind lending a hand to these people.

But when they swung their knives at him, Gawain did not hesitate to strike back.

Beville's gaze fell on Gawain, and he was momentarily dazed.

He still remembers.

Back then, Arthur was surrounded by a group of loyal knights who fought alongside him to expand his territory and fight off enemy invaders.

At that time, he stood beside Arthur and was his most trusted lieutenant.

Unfortunately, their journey ended at the Welsh pass, and he was the only one in the entire knightly order to survive.

After a long silence.

Beville's Adam's apple bobbed as he said:

"Since you're all courting death, then I'll be one of you!" "Fine!"

……

at the same time.

Britannia border.

Black smoke rose.

A pitch-black pentagram appeared on the ground, and several figures emerged from the black smoke.

The person in the lead was a slender young woman wearing headphones.

Her face was wrapped in white bandages, with only her forehead and eyes exposed, and she exuded an eerie and dangerous aura.

call--!
The sea breeze howled, stirring up the black smoke.

Two members of the Divine Knights stepped forward, half a body length behind the girl, their tone respectful, even revealing a hint of fear.

"Lord Junzi, according to Lord Im's plan, our next goal is to enter Britannias and find the monster that has been hiding for many years."

"Its existence may predate that of world governments!"

"It poses a great threat to us and to Mary Geoise!"

The girl seemed oblivious, her fingers tapping along to the music in her headphones.

"Yo ho ho ho~ Yo ho ho ho~"

"Bringing Binks' liquor to your side, like the sea breeze, free and unrestrained, riding the waves."

……

"Master Junzi!"

The two members of the Divine Knights exchanged a glance and raised their voices, but before they could speak, Junzi interrupted them:

"I see."

"But Lord Im also said that this was just a whim of his, wanting to see what kind of form that monster that has lived for thousands of years is in now."

"What truly interests him is that man named Knight Gawain!"

"Lord Im suspects that the guy really does have the ability to overcome the flaws of Devil Fruits."

"You should know how valuable this is to us ability users. The day when this world completely sinks into the sea is not far away."

The two men's eyes narrowed, but they did not refute.

The end of the world is coming, and everything will sink into the sea.

This was no secret in Mary Geoise.

Many Celestial Dragons put on diving suits after leaving the Red Line, which is located at the highest point in the world.

The fundamental reason is not that gods and humans cannot breathe the same air, but rather a deep-seated, silent fear of the world!
Junzi glanced at the two of them and said indifferently:
"So our primary goal is to figure out the abilities of Knight Gawain, rather than that monster Britannias."

"A thousand years have passed, and it has not caused any trouble. Even if it were to awaken, it would not pose a threat to us."

"about……"

"It's nothing but a lump of flesh and blood that has lost its self and only knows how to devour everything."

"Yes!"

The members of the divine group knelt on the ground, not daring to look directly at Junzi in front of them, because they all knew about the unusual connection between the person in front of them and Im.

"Let's go!"

Junzi waved his hand and took the lead, galloping off into the distance.

Seeing this, the others immediately followed.

In the blink of an eye, it vanished without a trace, and even the black pentagram magic circle behind it disappeared.

……

a few days later.

On the edge of Avalon, beneath the ruins of the old city.

A series of booming sounds emanated from underground, startling the birds and beasts in the surrounding area. Cracks appeared on the ground, as if a small-scale earthquake had occurred.

But this rumbling sound was completely different from an earthquake; it was very regular.

It's less of an earthquake and more of...

It's the heartbeat of some kind of monster!
"found it!"

The ruins are underground.

Joan of Arc looked at the pure white figure prostrate in the vast underground palace, her eyes filled with indescribable madness and triumph!

"The First King of Britannias!"

"The only immortal being outside of Mary Geoise!"

"White Dragon!"

"Favrna!"

"Hahahahahaha——!"

A twisted laugh escaped Joan of Arc's throat as her gaze was completely consumed by the enormous figure in the distance!
Even when it is crawling on the ground, its shoulder height still exceeds 100 meters, supporting the entire underground ruins, so much so that a hill is raised on the ground!
Countless pure white feathers fell in front of the white dragon, standing tall and deeply embedded in the surrounding rock layers, possessing a sharpness comparable to a blade.

The longest of them is over thirty meters long, and the shortest is several meters long!
And that heartbeat, as loud as an earthquake, was coming from the monster in front of them.

Even though it was still asleep, and even though several chains pierced its body, it could not conceal the terrifying aura emanating from the white dragon!
Even Joan of Arc's consciousness was somewhat blurred at this moment, and she even felt an urge to worship!

"Even the unconscious aura that dissipates while you are asleep has such a sense of oppression. If you were to truly awaken, no one in Britannias would be my match!"

"It wasn't for nothing that I infiltrated Wales' ranks for so many years!"

Joan of Arc couldn't help but step forward and gently stroke the white dragon's feathers. The cold touch, like steel, spoke of its most violent power.

Her consciousness traveled along her fingertips into the white dragon's body, but all she perceived was emptiness.

All consciousness, all self, has vanished; all that remains in the white dragon's body is the instinct of a living being.

Eating and sleeping.

The part that belonged to Fafnir had already completely dissipated during that ceremony.

"really."

"My thinking is correct. Fafnir's immortality ritual has gone wrong, or rather, the legend of flesh, blood, bones, heart, and soul cannot achieve immortality at all. It can only create an immortal body, but not an immortal soul!"

"What determines a person's lifespan is never the body, but the soul!"

"When the soul reaches its limit, it will completely dissipate. The immortal body loses its self, leaving only the purest survival instinct!"

"But for me, this is the best news..."

Joan of Arc's fingertips traced the pure white feathers, and the corners of her lips gradually curved into a smile:

"As long as I transfer my consciousness into the body of the white dragon, everything that Fafnir once possessed will be mine."

"Britannias, no, the whole world, will grovel at my feet!"

"As for the method to achieve immortality..."

The image of the young face she had inadvertently glimpsed during the attack on the Gawain Pirates flashed before her eyes:

"I'm in this country now!"

"However, the consciousness transfer will take some time. We can't let that guy Wales be defeated by Knight Gawain before then!"

After a moment's thought, Joan of Arc had an idea.

She stepped out of the ruins, leaped onto the treetop, opened her arms, and began to chant softly.

Her voice wasn't loud, but it spread far and wide in an instant.

Countless enormous beasts froze, abandoning even their almost-captured prey, as if they had lost their souls.

soon.

Their bodies began to swell, their muscles bulging and veins bulging, making their already enormous physiques even more robust.

His entire body is filled with the most primal wildness and violent power!
Roar--!
Deafening roars rose from all over the dense forest.

The earth seemed to boil instantly, and the deafening roar of the charging beasts was deafening!
The earth seemed to tremble!

The commotion was so great that even Wales, standing inside Avalon, could see it, and his gaze relaxed slightly at that moment.

(End of this chapter)