King Arthur, Apprentice of Roger’s Company Chapter 275

“……”

Looking at the arrogant person, Arthur’s face was covered in black lines.

But what could he do? It was his fate to have such an elder sister. He could only endure it. He couldn’t possibly pull out the Holy Lance and have a golden and silver duel, right?

Damn—

Arthur’s face flushed with embarrassment. That scene was too beautiful to behold.

“Cough, cough~”

After two dry coughs, Arthur, who had pulled himself back from the jumbled thoughts in his mind, swept his gaze around.

Mo’ankes was killed by the Shining Spear of End, and combined with the backlash from overdrawing the power of the fruit, his entire body turned into an unknown metal sculpture, shattering into ashes at a touch.

The biggest spoils of this trip—Yemengade!

It was also easily taken into Morgan’s possession, turning into a lightweight handbag held in her hand.

As for the resisting escort personnel?

“Hehe~”

Arthur smiled lightly and shook his head.

Even in the intense battle before, the uncontrolled aftermath had killed a group of them. The remaining lucky ones, after Mo’ankes’ defeat, all cowered, dropped their weapons, and knelt on the ground begging for mercy.

They tried to surrender to escape with their lives.

Are you kidding me?!

As project stakeholders and guards, they knew best how absurd Yemengade’s strength could be after being nourished by the Steel Fruit. It was no exaggeration to call it the empire’s highest crystallization and supreme combat power.

When the sky falls, tall people bear the brunt.

But the tall people were all dead. If they still resisted stubbornly, wouldn’t that be lighting a lamp in the toilet—looking for death??

Cannon fodder!

They should have the self-awareness of cannon fodder!

It wasn’t that among the thousands of people in the procession, there wasn’t a single person who was loyal and devoted to the empire. Rather, all those iron-headed fools had been beheaded by Kay, directly taken care of.

The short-tempered, sharp-tongued, and dark-bellied man wouldn’t indulge these guys.

Mutual appreciation?

This incredibly subtle emotion only arises between evenly matched opponents.

These people?

“Tch!”

“Not a single one of them can fight.” Kay shook his head and pouted.

His fiery red hair danced in the night wind, adding a touch of wildness to his unrestrained face.

“However.”

“After dealing with things here…”

Arthur’s gaze narrowed slightly, his emerald eyes moving away from his side, his head slightly raised, looking into the distance.

The tower!

The palace!

The very center of the imperial capital, Katerina!

The magnificent palace, unlike the simplicity of the industrial district.

—The Imperial Palace!

“Fighting until now…”

“Britannia, under the command of my royal sister, should be close to winning a great victory, right?”

“We…”

“It’s time to pluck this final fruit of victory!!!”

Arthur’s face was full of confidence and high spirits.

There were clearly only four or five people, and even with Robin, the little one, it didn’t exceed a single hand.

But even with such a small number.

The confidence stemming from his bones made him exude an awe-inspiring aura.

—Even if there are thousands of people! I will go alone!

One person!

Against a city!

On his heroic and spirited body, it seemed to become a matter of course.

“King!”

“Your glory shall illuminate this island!”

Kay and Galahad didn’t hesitate. They both knelt on one knee simultaneously, bowing in a knightly salute, their unanimous praises echoing in their ears.

“Charge!”

With the Sword of Victory and Oath held forward and pressed down, Arthur took the lead and charged out while issuing the command.

Clearly alone.

Yet, he possessed an aura that could clear a path for a thousand armies, as if thousands of troops were charging simultaneously.

He was certainly not reckless.

But a sure-fire, leading charge!

The intelligence gathered by Gareth, coupled with the information Robin overheard using the Hana Hana no Mi, was already enough for Arthur to thoroughly understand the true strength of the Steel Empire.

With the main army mobilized and heading towards Britannia, and the main forces drawn away, the interior was already hollow.

Now, even the last trump card, Yemengade, along with the hidden admiral-level combatant Mo’ankes, had been played out with cheers and laughter, resulting in a GG.

The rest.

At most, they were just city defense troops.

As for possible hidden experts?

It was hard to say if any of the hidden guys even had the strength of a Marine Headquarters Vice Admiral!

Admiral-level combatants were not common vegetables. In later generations, the Marines recruited from all over the world and only managed to dig out a mere two through extensive searching.

This wave!

It’s like a dragon riding on their face, it’s stable!

Rumble!

Bang, bang, bang! (For an exhilarating novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

Clang, clang!

Roar!!

Swish, swish!

Sizzle, sizzle!!

…

Various booming and sudden sounds echoed throughout this century-old imperial capital.

Completely shattering Katerina’s peaceful night.

Civilians huddled trembling in their homes, the insignificant wooden doors seemingly their safe haven.

Armies formed ranks under the call of their respective commanders, desperately wielding long and short weapons, making a futile struggle, unable to even find traces of their opponents.

The Red Dragon banner unfurled over the magnificent palace, fluttering and roaring with power.

In the vast capital.

From time to time, self-proclaimed strong individuals would either brandish their weapons, or activate their Devil Fruits, or use Moonwalk to ascend into the sky with their physical techniques.

A myriad of strange methods erupted, but they were met with the same outcome.

Sword light!

Dark yet brilliant sword light erupted from an unknown place.

Wherever the sword struck, no one could resist!

Being cut in half was their only fate. Only those who ran fast could narrowly escape with their lives.

Over time!

The deep gully that ran in front of the Imperial Palace, seemingly cut by a swordsman, became an unspoken but well-known boundary of life and death.

Cross the line—death!

The smoke of war permeated the island.

The pungent smell of blood spread through the air.

Under the scorching red flames, there was even a faint, nauseating smell of burning flesh.

War!

It was never a lighthearted amusement!

Endless flesh and piles of white bones, stepping on them to reach the high point—this was the cruel truth beneath the crown.

“So…”

“Are you still going to struggle to the death?”

Inside the magnificent palace, the stern-faced Arthur directly threw out a mutilated corpse.

The walking stick stuck in the shattered corpse.

It was Mo’ankes’ ever-present weapon.

And in front of Arthur.

Was the Emperor of the Steel Empire.

However…

Compared to his usual majestic demeanor, this middle-aged man with a full beard, now slumped dejectedly on the throne, appeared exceptionally disheveled and even destitute.

Disheveled hair.

Dark circles under his eyes.

A face full of sorrow.

He was the spitting image of a failure!

“He…”

“That Mo’ankes… is he dead just like that?”

“How ugly…”

The Emperor of the Steel Empire, known to the outside world as the inheritor of the Will of Steel, whose name was crowned and who was considered the spiritual pillar of the nation—Alexei III Katesas.

He struggled to get up from the throne.

But a bitter smile lingered on his lips!