For centuries, Avalon's Sacred Wall had never suffered even a single crack.
Now, for the first time, it shattered completely.
At the point where the wall collapsed stood one of the Four Great High Priests.
Michael.
In his hand was an ancient and ominous holy relic.
The artifact twisted the air, suffocated mana, and reversed the very pulse of the world.
Lancelot's eyes widened.
"—That… that relic…"
"—Yggdrasil's sacred artifact."
"—What is it doing in your hands?!"
Michael did not answer.
The sky darkened.
The wind reversed.
The earth groaned.
Along the horizon, white and golden armor lined up.
The Church.
An army exceeding one hundred thousand soldiers surrounded Avalon without making a single sound.
At the very front stood four figures.
The pressure of their auras was so overwhelming that even the soldiers instinctively stepped back.
The Four Great High Priests.
One of them stepped forward.
Wings woven from pure light unfolded behind him. His face was cold as marble, his gaze utterly devoid of mercy.
"—Avalon… your end has come."
"—Surrender yourselves to our God."
"—Otherwise, face the wrath of the Church."
These words were not a threat.
They were a verdict.
Silence fell.
Then someone stepped forward.
Lancelot.
He rested his sword on his shoulder and locked eyes with Michael.
"—We will not surrender."
Murmurs spread through the Church's ranks.
Lancelot's voice rose.
"—Avalon's existence was never a miracle."
He drove his sword into the ground.
"—Awaken."
The earth trembled.
The land split open.
And the true power sleeping beneath Avalon awakened—
The Stone Legion.
Hundreds of thousands of stone soldiers rose from within and beyond the walls.
As colossal golems stood up, the students were forcibly sealed inside the academy.
The gates were locked.
This war… was not theirs to fight.
Michael laughed.
"—Did you really think we didn't know?"
The holy relic in his hand shone.
"—RISE… LUX AETERNA."
Light exploded.
The souls within the golems were erased in an instant.
The stone soldiers turned into lifeless statues.
Lancelot clenched his teeth.
"—So you've gone that far… Church."
As the Church's army advanced in waves,
Lancelot stepped forward alone.
Before him stood the four Great High Priests
and an army exceeding one hundred thousand.
He drew his sword.
"Wait for me, Arthur… I'll be joining you soon."
And hell began.
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Lancelot charged forward.
One moment—
then a storm.
With every swing of his blade, dozens of soldiers were cleaved apart, holy armor tearing like paper. His aura split the sky itself, and every step he took shattered the ground beneath him.
Ten thousand…
Fifteen thousand…
Twenty thousand.
Twenty thousand Church soldiers were erased by a single man.
Lancelot's body was drenched in blood.
One of the High Priests rushed forward to stop him.
But he was too late.
Lancelot's sword flashed.
A single strike.
An arm flew through the air.
The High Priest's scream tore through the battlefield.
At that moment, the magic of the four High Priests merged.
"—ABSOLUTE JUDGMENT."
Lancelot's body was burned.
One of his arms was gone.
Yet he was still standing.
"…That stung a little."
For the first time, the Church's soldiers felt fear.
But they did not retreat.
Michael raised his hand.
"—Advance."
And everything changed.
Holy chains, divine seals, and pure light descended upon Lancelot once more.
The ground cracked beneath his knees.
Inside the academy, the students watched the defeat of their hero.
Asmodeus could no longer hold back his tears.
Lancelot's sword trembled.
His aura… was fading.
He straightened one last time.
His eyes still burned with defiance.
But this battle…
was not one a single hero could win.
The chains wrapped around his body.
His knees struck the ground.
"—Bind him and throw this dog into the dungeon."
Lancelot was defeated.
The Church did not withdraw.
Instead…
they planted their banners atop Avalon's walls.
This was not a victory.
It was a message.
"You are next."
And Avalon—
the last fortress of Camelot—
fell.
Then Michael stepped to the center of the battlefield.
He spoke a single sentence—
And Asmodeus froze solid.
"LANCELOT WILL BE EXECUTED TOMORROW."