King Arthur, Apprentice of Roger’s Company Chapter 273

“As long as…”

“As long as I have ten more seconds…”

“Ten seconds! Jörmungandr will surely shatter this monstrosity!!”

Estimating the difference in power.

Mo Anke’s smile instantly became much more genuine.

“Eight…”

“Seven…”

Mo Anke, counting down the time, mumbled the seconds under his breath.

But in the next instant, it came to an abrupt halt!

“Three!”

“…”

“Countdown?”

“Hehe, is it a final countdown for your life?!”

Arthur, who had been looking down, finally raised his arrogant head.

His words were sharp.

Still the familiar taste, the familiar recipe.

“Want to break through Sister Morgan’s confinement?”

“Too bad…”

“Your life, like a candle in the wind, has reached the time to exit the stage!”

“Turn the tables?”

“Wait for your next life!”

Arthur’s tone was incredibly firm, and the confidence in his bones made it impossible for anyone to even think of refuting him.

It was as if what he was saying was the truth.

“You!”

“What nonsense are you spouting, you stinky brat…”

“Blasphemy…”

Mo Anke, furious, gnashed his teeth and spewed out all sorts of trash talk.

But!

Arthur had no desire to continue talking to him.

He slowly moved his right hand from the Sword of Victory and Oath, placing it parallel in front of his left hand.

Brilliant silver light began to spread and connect from their two cupped palms.

“Come out…”

“My power! Holy Lance! Rhongomyniad!”

The remaining twenty Devil Fruits instantly burned away. Arthur didn’t hesitate, directly unlocking the final conceptual Noble Phantasm in the Old Sword’s panel—Rhongomyniad!

Silver!

Shimmering silver light rippled!

It was even more radiant than the moonlight above their heads.

More vast than the ocean around them.

The Holy Lance, shining like a diamond, condensed from nothing into Arthur’s hands.

It seemed to extend slowly, yet it completed in an instant.

At this moment, time seemed to be stretched to infinity, completely losing its meaning.

“Holy Lance—Rhongomyniad!”

The shining silver spear.

Its true form is that which connects the inside and outside of the world, the Anchor of the Storm that binds the stars.

Originally, it was even a pillar of light that stitched together the world’s surface. If it were to be dismantled, the existing physical laws would be stripped and fall from the world it constitutes, and past phenomena and a large number of fantasy laws would appear.

It was precisely because Arthur’s status was that of a king standing at the end of the Age of Gods and fantasy!

Only then was he qualified to wield this Holy Lance, which contained immense power.

Whether in concept or status, it was a supreme and paramount Noble Phantasm, absolutely no less than any top-tier Noble Phantasm, a truly BUG-level existence.

Even if it wasn’t its fully liberated true form, the power of the Rhongomyniad in Arthur’s hand was absolutely astonishing, even terrifying.

At least!

It was far from something that the seemingly invincible iron lump opposite him could withstand!

“That…”

“What is that thing?!”

Mo Anke’s pupils contracted as he stared at the silver long spear in Arthur’s hand. Even with the obstruction of the Garden’s Cursed Tool and the great distance, a mere glance still filled him with an innate dread.

Fear!

It was as if he had encountered his fated nemesis.

The feeling of his heart suddenly stopping was just like a mouse seeing a cat.

“Damn! Damn it…”

“This, how is this possible…”

Mo Anke gritted his teeth, refusing to retreat or admit defeat. In fact, confined within the Garden’s Cursed Tool, he had nowhere to retreat.

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He saw that thing clearly.

The form of the long spear, even its external details, was exactly the same as the one held by that girl.

The only difference was the color.

From the brilliant golden splendor, it had become a shimmering silver light.

It was merely a change in color.

Yet the difference in power was like heaven and earth, and the sense of threat it brought was completely different.

The long spear in that girl’s hand.

It had only shattered half of Jörmungandr’s head, and that was when he was caught off guard by a sneak attack. It had recovered in an instant with the pouring of the Iron Fruit.

But…

The Holy Lance in Arthur’s hand?!

It was clearly right in front of him, and no matter how many angles he tried to react from, his intuition always gave him only one response.

He would die!

He would die!

He would definitely die!

No matter how he reacted, he couldn’t escape the inevitable outcome of death.

It was like.

It was a clear hand, and he could even manipulate his cards, yet he couldn’t find a single chance to turn the tables.

“No!”

“Impossible!”

“This is absolutely impossible!”

“There must be a chance, there must be…”

Mo Anke, his eyes filled with panic, gnashed his back teeth, racking his brains.

But…

Arthur clearly had no interest in waiting for him to dither.

He held both hands level.

And thrust forward with all his might!

The silver-white Holy Lance bloomed in his hands, erupting with a radiance as pure as the moon in the sky.

The extreme silver light illuminated the entire night sky, turning the night into a brilliant perpetual day, causing everyone to instinctively close their eyes.

Even if they forced their eyes open, all they could see was extreme darkness.

“~Rhongomyniad—The Spear that Shines at the End!!”

Light and shadow shifted.

It wasn’t until the diamond-like shining spear body gradually dimmed and the silver-white radiance extinguished as usual that everyone’s vision finally returned to normal.

“What? What was that?”

“Such a big, big hole…”

“But why is the hole on me, and why can I see what’s behind me?”

Mo Anke’s thoughts paused.

As if enlightened, a sudden realization rose in his heart.

“The hole is in my chest.”

“So…”

“I’ve already been killed!”

“This—”

“Is this what death feels like?!”

His last thought flashed through his mind, and after half a lifetime of ups and downs, he finally completely lost consciousness.

Silver light pierced through!

The tightly sealed power only carved a bowl-sized hole in his chest, not even a single drop of blood seeping out. But his body, which had broken its balance, instantly collapsed.

Whoosh—

Liquid metal surged out of his body like a fountain, as if it were worthless.

The originally arrogant and overbearing Jörmungandr, however, had already frozen in place before him, motionless like a magnificent and outstanding sculpture.

Even the liquid metal flowing downwards couldn’t attract its slightest attention. The insatiable, ravenous appearance it had before, like a Pixiu or a Taotie, was completely gone.

But—

If one looked closely, they would see a tiny sliver of light appear in the center of its twin pupils.

Small!

It was only small relative to its colossal size. If it covered the ground, it would definitely be an abyssal chasm running through a city street.

The sliver of light was extremely small yet extremely deep, extending directly through its entire body until it spilled out at its serpent tail.