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

Chapter 346 The Power of the White Dragon
Thinking of this.

The Five Elders couldn't help but turn to look at Garin beside them.

The latter's expression remained unchanged, but his almost stopped breathing and the undisguised resentment in his eyes were impossible to suppress.

He could have had it all!
Eternal life, immortal body!
pity.

Im will never allow anyone to threaten his position.

Once Garin gains immortality through the ritual of flesh, blood, bones, heart, and soul, all that awaits him is Im's strangulation.

The Heavenly King will fall from the sky above him and obliterate everything!

Just like the fate that Britannias was about to face.

At this moment.

No one cared, and no one dared to care, that Gawain might possess a way to help those with abilities overcome the seawater.

For Im, the Five Elders, and the World Government, maintaining their rule is far more important than expanding the boundaries of their capabilities!
……

The outskirts of Britannias.

Beville knelt on the ground, panting heavily, almost completely exhausted.

A portal, large enough to contain Joan of Arc's dragon body, was opened, completely draining his strength.

It's a miracle that they're still alive at this point.

"If that body really is the Mad Queen Fafnir, the underground lava lake alone probably won't be enough to kill her. That guy is probably furious right now."

"only……"

"What's with this feeling that my very soul is leaping with joy?!"

Beville took a deep breath, looked down at his palms, his fingertips trembling, but his palms were frighteningly hot.

He clenched his fist, and then he realized that it wasn't his palm that was hot, but the blood surging through his body.

This time.

He does not regret his decision.

Even if it might completely drag Britannias into hell.

Three years ago, he compromised once, piercing the heart of the monarch he had sworn allegiance to with a sword, thinking he could protect more people.

In the end, they lost everything.

This time...

Beville recalled the shimmering quality he had seen in Morgan.

There is only unwavering determination in my heart.

If someone can truly save the people of this land, it should be someone like Gawain, not Joan of Arc, not a second Wales!

Phew——!
As Bevel pondered, a sharp eagle's cry suddenly rang out from the sky, like a sharp knife that almost ripped his eardrums apart!
He looked up blankly, his pupils suddenly constricting.

A massive eagle, with a wingspan exceeding thirty meters, swooped down from the sky, its sharp talons aimed straight at him!

Pure white feathers, crimson eyes, and an extremely powerful aura emanating from its entire body!
This giant eagle, though not particularly imposing among the other beasts, was one of the most threatening units in the horde besieging Avalon, its strength even surpassing that of an ordinary naval rear admiral.

"Tch—!"

Beville spat out a mouthful of saliva, gripped the longsword at his waist, and was about to forcefully attack, but his movements stopped in the next instant.

Ode——!
A gust of wind swept through the air, and the giant eagle exploded into a cloud of blood mist, which fell down and attracted countless giant beasts to scramble for it!
Kro landed slowly beside Beville and asked:

"Where did you teleport that monster?!"

"Underground lava lake".

Beville nodded at Kro, his brow furrowed.
"but."

"This method can only temporarily trap the monster and buy a little time."

"To save this country, we still need a fight to the death."

Beville turned his head to look at Avalon behind him and said:

"If that monster is truly the first king of Britannias, then everyone must die!"

Recalling the information he had seen in the dossier about the first king of Britannias, Bevel felt a wave of helplessness wash over him.

That is an existence that humans cannot contend with.

just.

He saw not a trace of defeat in Kro's eyes!

"you……"

"That guy won't lose!"

Chloe spoke calmly, stating what she believed to be the truth:
"Never!"

Beville paused for a moment, then Morgan's face appeared before his eyes.

The once arrogant Princess Britannias has matured a lot and has developed qualities that I have never seen before.

A spirit.

Or perhaps it's a belief.

Unlike the Tianjue Church, it is a faith that is truly rooted deep in the heart!
"Pirates?!"

Beville murmured and asked:

"What kind of being is it?!"

"That kind of thing doesn't matter."

Kro shook his head, looked at the surging beast horde in the distance, and said:

"If you're really interested, then you'll have to survive first!"

"Britannias is too small compared to the world."

"it is good!"

Beville nodded emphatically.

He struggled to sit up, but he didn't even have the strength to stand up. He could only lean against a nearby building and gasp for breath.

Kro made a move, clearing away the surrounding giant beasts, and then transformed into a gust of wind, blowing into the distant rushing beast herd, instantly tearing a large gap in it.

Without Joan of Arc's command, the beasts gradually went out of control, driven by instinct, and began to kill and devour each other to satisfy their insatiable appetite!
The number of animals has begun to decrease at a visible rate!

Kro and his men decided to return to defend Avalon, clearing out the roaming behemoths within the city and keeping the distant dampness outside Avalon.

The situation was gradually brought under control by Kro.

Until sunset.

The beast tide surrounding Avalon gradually receded, disappearing into the boundless dense forest.

Although roars still occasionally echoed into Avalon, everyone knew that everything was gradually coming under control.

"Are we saved?!"

"The crisis of destruction has passed, and this country is about to be reborn!"

Some people covered their faces and wept.

He has already lost too much in this disaster, under the inhumane rule of the Heavenly Awakening Church.

Their wealth and family members were taken away.

He was left all alone, barely clinging to life on the land of Britannias.

Just when I thought all hope was lost, I saw the dawn that was about to break.

"Great, so great!"

"Ugh——!"

A man with a missing arm leaned against the city wall, tears of emotion welling in his eyes.

But the expression on his face froze in the next instant, from excitement to bewilderment, and then to a deeper level of despair!
Pale wings flew in from the horizon!
Block out the sun.

It also blocked the remaining sunlight that was shining into the inner city of Avalon! "White, white, white dragon!"

The man with the missing arm only had time to let out a cry of surprise before everything in his vision was filled with pure white light, and his memory ceased at that moment.

The white dragon's breath instantly evaporated him and the ground beneath him, spreading outwards. The extremely high temperature melted the ground and buildings it touched!

Lava flows and converges to form a flowing lake!
“Burn it!”

“Burn it!”

“Burn it!”

"Beville!"

Joan of Arc let out a roar, her hatred beyond measure.

The white dragon is nearly immortal, yet it still feels pain, and no pain is more intense than being burned by lava!

The flowing lava surges over your wounds and won't fall until it burns your bones to ashes!
Endless suffering only fueled an even stronger hatred!
"Didn't you say you were going to protect the people here? Didn't you say you'd give up the gods to protect this land?!"

"Then I'll make you watch with your own eyes everything you've been holding onto be completely destroyed!"

"I will sink Britannias into the sea!"

"I will make you scream in agony in hell!"

With a roar like that of a hungry ghost from hell, endless breath spewed from Joan of Arc's mouth. The survivors, who were just rejoicing at their rebirth, were completely swallowed up before they could even react!
The entire city of Avalon burst into flames at that moment!
The crimson firelight shone on Beville's face, but it still couldn't hide his pale complexion.

Even though I had anticipated all of this, I still couldn't help but feel a sense of suffocation when I witnessed the destruction firsthand.

He does not regret his choice.

Even if I bow my head again, all I'll get in return is endless torment.

Joan of Arc's underlying nature was no different from that of Welsh, and perhaps even more brutal.

If he were to rule this country, to rule its people...

That would be better than dying in a fire that burns down the entire country!

"Joan of Arc!"

Bevel roared, drew his longsword, and prepared to fight to the death.

But someone was faster than him!

Even more intense!

Even more determined!
Several figures leaped from the city and charged towards the pure white dragon high in the sky!
Zoro held swords in both hands, with the cursed sword Muramasa clenched in his mouth. His aura was extremely fierce, and endless killing intent surged forth!
The opponent before him was almost the strongest he had ever faced; his mere physical strength was enough to instill despair in anyone.

But Zoro's eyes showed little fear!

"Slaying dragons and bathing in their blood—will that make me stronger?!"

"Stop talking big, you green algae-head! We'll see if you survive!"

Sanji's expression was solemn.

Unlike Zoro, who is obsessed with challenging stronger opponents, he can judge the gap between himself and the monster in front of him, and he knows that he is far from being its match!
This was evident from the extremely solemn expressions on the faces of Kroakin and the other man.

Kro even hesitated whether to abandon the civilians in Avalon and leave them behind, since the other side's target was not him.

But I don’t know why.

He always felt that if he backed down here, he would never be able to hold his head up in front of Gao Wen for the rest of his life!
She was not qualified at all to be that man's right-hand woman!

"To hell with left and right hands!"

"I originally wanted to become a captain!"

Crow spat out a mouthful of saliva, his steps becoming even more firm, and in an instant he had already attacked Joan of Arc!
Its long tail pierced out like a sharp sword, carrying a blade of air that was enough to shatter a mountain. However, when it landed on Joan of Arc's dragon scales, it only managed to create a tiny spark!
Ding--!
After a piercing buzz, everything went black before Kro's eyes.

He raised his head.

All that could be seen was a gigantic dragon claw descending from the sky...

"Go to hell!"

"reptile!"

boom!
The dragon's claws fell, tearing the earth apart!

The ground in Avalon suddenly sank tens of meters, the underlying rock layers fractured, triggering an earthquake that affected a radius of tens of kilometers!

The jagged rocks protrude and radiate outwards in all directions!

boom! boom! boom!
A powerful shockwave repelled Zoro and his companions who were attacking!

It brought with it endless despair!

"monster!"

Beville was pale and utterly desperate.

He knew Joan of Arc was strong, but he never imagined she could be this powerful!
With a single physical attack, it destroyed most of Avalon, and its breath could easily scorch the earth.

If there really is an apocalypse, this is what it would look like!
"How on earth can we defeat this monster?!"

"Knight Gawain...Knight Gawain..."

He murmured Gao Wen's name softly.

The confidence that had been built up by Morgan and Kro was now completely shattered.

Joan of Arc, having taken over Fafnir's body, had become so powerful that she was on another level, surpassing human limits, and was therefore most likely to be given the title of a god!

"Run away!"

"Kroo!"

“Since Britannias is destined for destruction, you have no reason to stay here and perish with it!”

Beville has given up on saving this place, but at least he wants to keep people like Gawain and his gang alive.

They couldn't save Britannias, but they could give people in other regions a chance to survive!
"What nonsense are you talking about!"

Akin twisted his neck, his entire body covered in bone armor, and charged at Fafnir once more!

Many of the bone armors on his body were cracked from Joan of Arc's attack, and blood seeped out from the gaps, making him look even more ferocious!

But those eyes remained completely unmoved!

"Releasing it now would be the greatest insult to that man!"

"Besides, that guy Kro won't be defeated so easily!"

Beville paused for a moment, then turned to look at Joan of Arc. A slender figure stood atop the massive dragon body.

He then realized that Kro was a Mythical Zoan user, and possessed special abilities similar to elemental abilities.

Jeanne d'Arc is not skilled in Haki, let alone able to cover her fist with Armament Haki. Her attack was powerful, but it failed to harm Kro.

Beville breathed a sigh of relief, but still maintained his own judgment:
"Let's go."

"You can't save this country, don't waste your lives."

Akin shook his head and was about to continue speaking when he suddenly turned his head to look at Joan of Arc's location. The white dragon, which was nearly a thousand meters long, had already disappeared.

"in the sky!"

Ajin looked up at the sky.

A giant dragon, a thousand meters long, spread its wings and hovered high in the sky, its whole body burning with pure white flames!
"Annoying bugs!"

"I'll destroy you with one strike!"

The white dragon was surrounded by pure white flames that illuminated the sky, the intense light so bright that everyone could not open their eyes!
Even with your eyes closed, when you look up, you can still see that great sun.

Everyone was stunned.

Joan of Arc flapped her wings sharply, accelerating her descent towards Avalon, and in the blink of an eye, she touched the ground...

boom!
A deafening sound erupted.

The ground trembled like a tsunami, and was melted in an instant, with lava splashing up thousands of meters high!
Countless buildings collapsed and were swept into the undulating ground!

(End of this chapter)