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Chapter 345 That time and that moment are just like this moment!

"Is this a good thing or a bad thing?!"

Morgan countered with a question.

Beville paused for a moment.

He vaguely remembered Morgan back then; he wasn't like this now.
Arrogance, haughtiness, and self-importance—it could almost be said that Morgan was the epitome of the Britannian aristocracy he despised.

But now he can no longer see those qualities in Morgan.

Three years have passed, and Morgan has changed a lot, and of course, the man's influence is also reflected in that change.

Beville was certain of this.

Not only Morgan, but even he himself, had he not met Gawain's group, and had not suffered such a huge change in Britannias, he would not have survived.

He also absolutely lacked the courage to confront his past mistakes and to pull out the sword Arthur had left behind.

Beville said:

"Good thing."

"Of course it's a good thing."

Say it.

Bevel then turned and left, leaping off the outer walls of Britannias in a few bounds and plunging into the oncoming horde of beasts.

laugh!laugh!laugh!
A silver-white aerial slash erupted, tearing apart the approaching beast tide.

But in the next instant, it was engulfed by a pure white beam of light!

boom!
A blinding white light erupted from the white dragon's mouth, sweeping across the land, slicing Avalon in two from its very center, and extending to the horizon.

The earth melted, and lava flowed.

Countless houses were set ablaze, and countless survivors let out deafening screams!
"White Dragon!"

"It's the White Dragon!"

"The legendary white calamity that devours everything, the first king of Britannias!"

"He must be here for revenge, to devour everything!"

"No!"

"This is our fault!"

……

Amidst the cacophony and chaos, countless hysterical survivors were present.

That hope that had just been grasped was crushed in an instant by that pure white figure in the sky.

The Heavenly Awakening Church has fallen, but the fate of this country's destruction remains.

"Hahahaha-!"

Look!

"This is my power!"

A hysterical roar came from the white dragon's mouth.

At that moment, he—no, she—felt an almost inexhaustible surge of power emanating from within her, even experiencing the illusion that she was capable of doing anything.

Do not!
That was not an illusion.

Even though her combat strength was not strong and her domineering willpower was far inferior to Beville's, the power hidden within this body was simply too immense.

It was so massive that it could withstand the attacks of powerful figures like Kro and others simply by relying on its physical strength.

A single claw tore the earth apart, a breath sliced ​​through the entire city—this was a power that surpassed even Wales!

Her wings blotted out the sky, and with a gentle flap of her wings, the air currents she created repelled Kro and the others, casting shadows that almost enveloped the entire Avalon.

Seeing the fearful gazes of the crowd, the corners of Bailong's, or rather Joan of Arc's, lips gradually curled into a smile:

"Is this the power of the first king of Britannias?"

"Corresponding to the red dragon, which symbolizes royal power, is the white dragon, which symbolizes divine power?!"

"Truly powerful!"

She raised her dragon claw, gazing at the pure white feathers covering it, at her own ferocious yet somewhat divine form, her eyes filled with an indescribable fascination:
“I’m so powerful!”

"Blood, flesh, bones, heart, and soul can only create an immortal physical body, but the soul still has a lifespan limit!"

"At the end, the soul decays, but the body remains alive, driven only by the instinct to survive."

"The greatest function of the Mind-Mind Fruit, besides its abilities such as mind manipulation and hypnosis, is that it allows the user's will to be freely transferred to other bodies."

Although it will take a considerable amount of time before she can fully master this body, Joan of Arc knows that even with her current strength, she is already capable of taking over the country before her!
And Joan of Arc's ambitions went far beyond that; her incredibly powerful physique fueled unimaginable desires.

"With this power, perhaps I can also go and see the national treasure hidden in Mary Geoise, and see if the god who rules the world is truly irresistible, or if it can be... replaced!"

"But before that..."

Joan of Arc lowered her eyes, glanced at Clod and the others who were reorganizing their offensive but were held back by the surging beasts around them, and then lost all interest.

Her attention fell on what was in front of her.

A semi-transparent door slowly opened in the void.

Beville slowly walked out, still somewhat unable to believe the sound he had just heard:
"You are not Fafnir!"

"You are Joan of Arc!"

Bevel's voice was trembling.

He knew that Joan of Arc had been plotting something behind the scenes, and that Wales' current situation might even be due to Joan of Arc's secret efforts.

This woman has lived far too long.

Since Fafnir rose to power decades ago and the Church of Heaven was founded, she has always been by Wales' side, and has always maintained this stance.

But what Bevel never imagined was that Joan of Arc's target was not the Church of the Awakened from the beginning, but Fafnir.

The immortal mad king!
"You weren't so easy to kill after all."

"The Door-Door Fruit's ability to open doors in the void and hide in another dimension is, in a sense, an unsolvable defensive capability."

"If we could go a step further and leave a permanent door, the strategic value of this capability would be unimaginable."

Joan of Arc's gaze fell on Beville, and she began to recruit him:
"Would you like to become my subordinate?!"

Beville's face flushed red, his anger reaching its peak:

"Don't joke around, I absolutely would not..."

"So……"

Before Bevel could finish speaking, Joan of Arc raised her dragon claw and pointed it at Avalon in the distance, and at the countless panicked civilians in the city.

Her tone carried a hint of mockery:

Let's make the choice again!

"Do you choose to die standing, with your loyalty and the hundreds of thousands of civilians behind you, or live on your knees?"

Beville gasped for breath, stiffly turned around, and looked back at Avalon.

The outer city walls had been melted by Joan of Arc's breath, and the flowing lava had formed rivers that ran through the entire city of Avalon.

Through a gap in the city wall.

What Bevel saw were countless civilians wailing in despair.

Some died in agony with half their bodies burned off, while others were devoured by ferocious beasts that had turned into mad dragons, their flesh and blood flying everywhere.

Countless survivors also fled helplessly in all directions, but where could they escape to when faced with the beast horde that had completely surrounded Avalon?

Gawain's group is powerful, Crow's combat strength is no less than Beville's, Akin is not to be underestimated, and there are dozens of elites here. Such combat strength is enough to determine the outcome of a war.

But in the face of such a vast, tireless, and painless mad dragon transforming into a ferocious beast, there are ultimately too few.

Even if they could escape unscathed, preserving Avalon under such circumstances would be virtually impossible.

Beville fell silent.

The battlefield was noisy, with continuous sounds of artillery fire, chopping, and roars, like a surging symphony that made one's ears ring.

My mind is in turmoil.

Her steps were also unsteady.

Only instinct remained, sustaining their bodies to fight.

Kro controlled the wind, speeding through the beast horde, leaving a trail of mangled limbs in his wake. Akin transformed into a war fortress, taking on a centaur form, with bone cannons extending from his shoulders, relentlessly bombarding the attacking beasts and holding the line!

Zoro transformed into a demon, covered in blood, and slaughtered his way through the battlefield.

Sanji donned the Germa suit, stealthily moving among the beasts and picking off high-threat, mad dragon-like monsters with the ability to fly.

Cavendish, Law, Bepo, Chopper...

Covered in blood, the group managed to hold off most of the beasts outside the walls of Avalon, but they were still forced to retreat step by step.

After transforming into berserk dragons, these beasts became even more enormous, and their physical abilities were also enhanced. The leaders among them were even comparable to great pirates with bounties of over 100 million!

They also have an exaggerated number that far exceeds that of Gawain's group!

Densely packed, thousands upon thousands, stretching as far as the eye can see!

Even without further intelligence, Beville could foresee the collapse of the front lines.

That might happen in a few minutes, or it might happen in a few hours.

At that moment, Beville felt an eerie silence around him, his hand gripping the sword trembled, and Joan of Arc's voice rang in his ears once more.

"For someone like you, betrayal is as easy as drinking water."

"You betrayed Arthur three years ago, you betrayed Wales three years later, and now you're betraying Britannias. What does that mean to you?!"

“You know my capabilities and that without my support, Wales would not have obtained the Angel Fruit, and the Church of Heavenly Awakening would not have been able to dominate Britannias.”

"I can give him everything, and I can give you everything too!"

"Haven't you always wanted to protect Britannias, to protect this land, and the people on it?!"

"Then I'll give you that chance!"

"Submit to me, and you will be the new king of Britannias, and then you will be able to protect everything in this country."

"Decades from now, no one will remember your dark history; history books will only record your glorious deeds in repelling the beast tide and protecting the entire country!"

Joan of Arc's tone became visibly agitated.

She saw Beville wavering, saw the struggle in the man's heart, and saw Beville kneeling in front of her.

This man has knelt down so many times that he can no longer straighten his back!
That's just how people are; once they compromise, they'll do it again and again, convincing themselves to do it once more.

What about the greater good, what about temporary compromise, what about enduring humiliation...

Ah.

Shit!

"it is good."

Beville's trembling voice rang out.

Joan of Arc smiled, her dragon tail, as large as a mountain, swaying behind her, revealing her inner joy, but then she stopped abruptly.

A semi-transparent door opened beneath her feet, large enough to accommodate his thousand-meter-long dragon body.

"you dare!"

Lost in thought, Joan of Arc's enormous dragon body crashed into the giant gate, only to feel a sudden heat.

She lowered her head.

What came into view was a vast sea of ​​lava buried deep beneath the earth, surging and churning, stretching as far as the eye could see, and the scorching air was even touching the white dragon's skin!

The intense burning sensation made her dragon body tremble, and she suddenly remembered what this thing was.

Beneath the ocean of the New World lie three enormous lava lakes, known as the End Point.

If these three lava lakes were to detonate simultaneously, the resulting chain reaction could even burn the entire New World to ashes. Under such a catastrophe, everything would be destroyed.

One of the end points is located within Britannias.

"Beville!"

Joan of Arc let out a hysterical roar, only to find that the door in the void had already been closed by Beville.

Her body crashed into the lava lake and was instantly swallowed up!

"This was all part of your plan?!"

"I am going to kill you!"

"All of Britannias will be buried with your folly!"

……

……

……

Mariejoia.

Amidst billowing black smoke, Junzi and his group's figures coalesced once more.

"Lord Im?!"

Junzi opened his eyes, his body trembling involuntarily, but he snapped back to reality the moment he saw Im on the throne.

Several members of the Knights of God also reformed their bodies at this moment, their faces still filled with immense fear.

Are we still alive?!

"Great!"

Im, seated on his throne, said coldly:
"what happened!"

Junzi swallowed hard, his eyes still filled with fear, and knelt on the ground.

"Fafner is still alive."

"And contrary to our assumptions, he is still alive and has a self and consciousness."

"Its power is even more exaggerated than imagined!"

"With just one strike, we... were all wiped out!"

boom--!
A corner of the throne was forcibly broken off by Im.

His expression remained unchanged, yet an invisible pressure surged forth like a tide, weighing heavily on Junzi and the others, making it hard for them to breathe, yet they dared not disobey in any way.

They knew why Im was angry.

If Fafnir, the first king of Britannias, truly achieved immortality through that ritual, then he would have a chance to threaten Im's position and challenge the King of the World.

The potential impact of this incident is far more serious than the God Valley incident more than 30 years ago.

No one could tolerate such a person if they were in Im's position!

After counting the breaths.

The oppressive atmosphere in the palace suddenly dissipated.

On the throne.

Im's gaze had returned to its usual indifference.

However, the Knights of God kneeling below dared not be negligent in the slightest.

They know that beneath the calmest surface, the undercurrents are often the most intense.

Im waved his hand, signaling Junzi and the other members of the Knights of God to step down.

He then summoned the Five Elders and Figarand and his son, and gave them a direct order:

"I want to see Britannias and that old bastard disappear from the map!"

"Yes!"

The five elders responded in unison, but their breaths almost stopped.

Although Im's order was short, it conveyed a great deal of information.

The fact that they saw members of the Knights of God when they first entered the area further illustrates the point.

Logically, they should still be in Britannias at this point in time. Their presence here suggests that the members of the Knights of God have most likely encountered a battle...

Knight Gawain?!
wrong!

That guy just met Lord Im, so there's no reason for him to attack the Knights of God.

That is……

and many more!

Fafnir!
The monster is still alive, so the legend is true?
(End of this chapter)