King Arthur, Apprentice of Roger’s Company Chapter 271

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Morgan (摩根)

Arthur (亚瑟)

Mo’anke (摩安珂斯)

“Could it be?!”

Morgan, who had been feeling down, brightened.

Her large, blinking eyes suddenly darted back, turning to look at Arthur.

This tone.

This posture.

Could it be…

Arthur has a solution?!

A way to avoid the entangled tug-of-war and defeat the opponent in a short time?!

Although Morgan had always been proud and tsundere.

She was unwilling to believe that something she was helpless with could be easily solved by Arthur.

But—

Arthur’s growth along the way, coupled with the arrogant confidence in his words.

Hmm…

Morgan’s lips parted slightly, she moved her lips, and finally chose to remain silent. Her large, blinking eyes looked at him, carrying a definite trust in the hazy glow.

If it was Arthur.

Perhaps…

No!

Not perhaps, “ 930” he will definitely have a way!

“Gods?”

“Is that all?!”

“If we are humble humans, then what do you call those we’ve crippled?”

“Useless mechanical snakes?”

“Or scrap metal snakes?”

Arthur raised an eyebrow slightly, a disdainful smile playing on his lips. The confidence on his face and the domineering aura emanating from him made people’s hearts tremble.

“???”

Mo’anke had a face full of black question marks, completely stunned by Arthur’s domineering barrage of angry retorts.

“You! You! You!”

A gentleman’s cane propped on the snake’s head, while his other hand angrily pointed at Arthur, his fingertips trembling with excitement. His face was as pale as paper, and he was still continuously pouring metallic substances into Jörmungandr.

Trembling.

Like a decrepit old man with one foot in the grave, but stubbornly refusing to die.

“You are seeking death!”

“A group of humble humans, scum-like existences… dare to be disrespectful in front of a god!”

“You and your companions…”

“And even the place you came from, the sea, the country, will surely be annihilated under His wrath—”

“Die die die!!!”

The gentleman’s cane in his hand swung wildly, sending out countless sonic booms that swept across the entire field.

And this!

Was merely an angry physical outburst.

The true offensive was the energy constantly surging from his body.

His skin began to transform from a sickly pallor to a composite metallic sheen, glowing faintly. His exposed skin became metallic, and even the body wrapped in his clothes instantly bulged.

Sharp angles.

Chiseled and carved!

His entire being, from inside out, seemed to instantly transform into steel.

Crimson eyes.

Madness seemed to have completely suppressed the reason in his mind.

Massive.

Vast and boundless liquid metal, like a mad torrent, poured into the Jörmungandr beneath his feet.

The Yellow River burst its banks.

Floods rampant.

Under the infusion comparable to a blast furnace refining iron, Jörmungandr’s growth and expansion speed were beyond imagination.

And a hazy glow enveloped his body.

Forming a deep purple energy outer garment, with scorching high temperatures flowing. The high-temperature liquid iron water had a power even more exaggerated than the Earth’s core magma. Just a slight brush could make a person instantly evaporate.

Thousands of degrees of high temperature, simply not something human power could resist.

Even though Mo’anke had little combat experience, the terrifying fruit ability could compensate for many flaws.

Large quantity and satisfying! Just do it!

Unrestricted consumption and overdraft of the body’s burst.

“Roar—”

The steel giant snake roared up at the sky.

The sky-piercing sonic waves blasted upwards, instantly piercing through thick cloud layers. Even the distant moon reflected layers of afterimages under the vibration of the sonic waves.

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The energy level surging from Jörmungandr already showed signs of surpassing a Marine Headquarters Admiral.

“Tsk…”

“It’s almost close to Captain Roger’s strength back then, isn’t it?”

Speed, reaction, swordsmanship, endurance, combat control…

Although the data in various aspects differed quite a lot, and a fight would certainly end in defeat, the power level surging from Jörmungandr at this moment did indeed reach Roger’s strength back then.

Against a regular Admiral-level opponent, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say it was a power碾压 (power crush).

But…

Even so!

Facing the menacing, man-eating Jörmungandr, Arthur’s face showed no emotion.

Even!

He didn’t even turn his head to give it a glance.

His emerald eyes looked directly at Morgan beside him.

“Sister Morgan…”

“You, should have a sealing technique, right?”

Burning gaze.

Carrying eager hope.

“Hmm~”

“That’s right! But~”

“You can seal that guy, right? Please, Sister Morgan, help me hold him for a while!”

Morgan’s slightly raised lips hadn’t finished speaking when Arthur impatiently interrupted her.

“This matter… I can only rely on you, Sister Morgan!”

“Can you?”

Arthur’s expression was slightly solemn and serious.

“Can I?”

Morgan raised an eyebrow slightly.

“Hehe~”

A silvery laugh flowed from her lips, turning into an incredibly firm tone: “Of course I can!”

“Little Arthur called me sister~”

“I can’t let you call me for nothing, can I? It’s just sealing a little worm!”

“Hehe~”

“Leave it to me!”

Morgan arrogantly raised her head, revealing her fair neck, like a proud white swan, her face brimming with confident dominance.

She wasn’t one of those delicate queens!

But a true, supreme status earned through her fists!

“Good!”

Facing Morgan’s full commitment, Arthur had no doubts, not even an extra question. Only deep trust. After a slight nod, he cleared his mind and immersed himself in his own state.

Still the same way~

Morgan, taking this scene into her eyes, couldn’t help but smile faintly.

The End-Limit Spear tightly held in her hand disintegrated with a bang.

Turning into countless golden specks, scattering into the air and disappearing without a trace. The surging magic power also completely retracted into her body, turning into a surging tide.

It’s begun—

Arthur’s eyes narrowed to 0.4, his eyes wide, his emerald pupils turning into cold vertical slits.

The accumulated wealth for so long.

It’s time to go all out!

Good steel should be used on the blade. Jörmungandr, whose current combat power is above that of an Admiral, isn’t it the best whetstone?!

“Devil Fruit… convert for me!”

Arthur glared angrily, his crimson dragon eyes flashing with brilliant light.

Blood boiling!

Aura burning!

Fiery aura surged behind Arthur, gradually outlining a crimson dragon phantom.

Devouring massive amounts of energy outwards, the sweeping wind pressure made it impossible for the surrounding people to even lift their heads. The towering buildings seemed to be struck by invisible wind waves, showing large and small chisel marks.

The crimson dragon phantom behind Arthur.

Also transformed from illusory to real amidst the wind pressure.