The night sky on top of Camelot was reeking with the smell of blood.
It had been hours since the Britannia knights held a siege at Camelot Castle. More brave knights fell fighting as they defended the three castle gates.
"The north gate needs more men!!"
Sir Gawain, who had been leading the fight to protect the North castle gate, shouted.
Clank! Clank!!
Out of the thousand men he had protected the north gate with, over a third of them had fallen and a hundred more were heavily wounded, with most of them rendered almost completely incapable of fighting any longer.
"Take the wounded to the back!!"
Sir Gawain instantly ordered when he saw that they were too wounded to fight properly. Although they urgently needed as many men as possible to aid them, more casualties would harm them much more tremendously long-term.
With just a little over 500 knights holding the defense of the north gate, the formation was gradually becoming more and more fragile. Their resistance against the wave of thousands of undeads was getting noticeably weaker and slower with every minute passing.
Not only were they overwhelmed in number, but every one of these undeads was just too hard to kill. Even with their limbs chopped off, these living corpses could still move, biting and scratching the surrounding knights with whatever of their dead bodies they had left.
At this rate, they might not be able to make it.
Just when things were getting severe for them, the men fighting heard strange noises from the direction outside the gate. One of the undeads that was standing at the gate seemed to be morphing. Distorting, the undead's body exploded out into an enlarged mass of flesh.
However, although it seemed as if it just self-destructed, none of the men present had the luxury of feeling relieved, nor was it something they could feel relieved for.
Right after it exploded, the mass of flesh from the explosion wriggled, turning into a three-meter abomination.
With one swing of its enlarged arms, the abomination crushed the surrounding knights into paste.
Neither their armor nor their shield was able to save them from such strength.
Rooooaarrrr!!!
The creature screamed before charging toward the formation.
Bammmmm!!!
With a light swing of its arm, half a dozen knights were simultaneously flung a few meters away. An unlucky knight was grabbed by the monster, his bones crushed by its two hands and his head bitten off.
The horrific sight traumatized the surrounding knights, causing them to unconsciously take a few steps back as they trembled in fear.
Even Gawain, one of the stronger golden knights, was also rendered speechless, unsure of how they were supposed to fight such a monster.
No, forget fighting, it would be a miracle if they could survive!
At this moment, Gawain and his remaining knights could hear heavy footsteps heading their way. As they turned to look at the source of the sound, they could see a dozen knights coming out to the gate. And leading those knights was none other than the king himself, Arthur Pendragon.
"Gawain!! Retreat to the inner gate!! Retreat!!"
The order brought a certain relief to the remaining men. Although they could not be said to be weak, they were but mere ants against that monster, and they were aware of it. Without hesitation, they began to retreat toward the inner court.
Arthur, however, looked at the large abomination killing the knights with pain in his heart.
Seeing the monster was about to kill more of his knights, Arthur decided to charge forward.
How could Sir Gawain not notice the one person rushing the opposite direction from the rest of the running knights? When he saw the person rushing toward the monster, his eyes widened in surprise.
"Your Majesty, stop!!" Sir Gawain reflexively shouted. "Arthur!!!"
The king bravely charged toward the gate. When he arrived at his destination, he cast [Divine Power] on himself to enhance his strength and speed.
In this condition, none of the knights had the ability to match him, be it in terms of strength or speed. His body glowed as he ran past the other knights and toward the abomination.
Seeing the monster almost kill another one of his knights, Arthur screamed in fury. He picked up a spear from the ground and threw it with all his strength.
Swishhh—
Splat!!
With his strength enhanced by his [Divine Power], Arthur's spear throw managed to stab the abomination's neck, causing it to scream in pain and release the poor knight in its grasp to pull out the spear.
After the creature pulled the spear out, it quickly turned to the golden figure charging toward it.
When he got closer, Arthur quickly took out the Logress King sword, as he continued charging. He swung the golden-handled sword toward the monster's waist as he charged through.
Swish!
To his surprise, the sword only managed to graze the monster, merely inflicting a shallow, almost unnoticeable wound.
The Logress King sword was the best sword created by Britannia's best artisan using Roman steel. It was the highest quality weapon Britannia had ever made.
And yet, it still could not pierce through the skin of the monster in front of him. It felt like he was slashing stone with a wooden sword.
As if the abomination did not feel anything, it turned its whole body and swung its large arm toward Arthur.
Baaammmm!!!
Fortunately, being agile enough, Arthur managed to dodge the monster's attack, making use of his large swinging radius and stepping around the monster.
Although Arthur managed to dodge, the monster's smash almost completely destroyed the stone wall of this north gate. However, thanks to that, albeit temporarily, the monster's arm was now stuck in the wall.
Not wanting to miss the opportunity, Arthur swiftly jumped and stepped on the monster's arm before dashing toward its head. He gripped his sword tightly and prepared to use his most powerful battle art skill.
"Arghhh!!"
[Sword Stream].
It was the sword battle art that had been passed down within the Pendragon family for generations, a set of sword combinations that used all the user's built-up spirit force into one charge.
Swish! Splat! Swish!!
One, two, three, four...
Multiple small cuts quickly accumulated, with each strike being stronger than the previous one.
Most of the ancestors of the Pendragon family were only able to do 4 consecutive attacks at most. It was great considering how difficult to master the sword art was, but Arthur could do better.
Five! Six!
His slashes managed to cut the monster's eyes and even half-cut its neck.
"One more!!"
He just needed to land one more to the monster's neck to cut it off. However, his last swing was blocked by the monster's other arm, and at the same time...
Crackkkk!!!!
The Logress King sword broke into pieces.
The monster swung the back of its arm at Arthur, due to the monster's momentum, he was unable to dodge this time.
Baaaammmm!!!
He was flung far and fast. Fortunately, Sir Gawain caught him, also getting pushed back as he caught Arthur.
"Retreat!! Retreat!!" The golden knight urgently shouted, as he carried the wounded king.
Because of Arthur's attack, the monster was rendered blind, causing it to attack aimlessly and allowing the remaining knights to run away to the inner court safely.
All three gates were in similar conditions; several of these abominations popped out among the thousands of attacking undeads. Due to that, the defense of the three gates, which was already strained due to the overwhelming difference in number and stamina, was simultaneously broken.
"Retreat to the inner gate!!"
Sir Yvain from the east gate, Sir Percival from the west gate and Cavvi, who led the fey warriors, could all be seen covered in the blood of both friends and foes.
Some of the Demetae archers who were shooting from the top of the wall could not retreat fast enough and died being surrounded. The rest of them who survived, led by sir Galahad, had also run out of arrows.
Out of the initial number of 5,000 combined Britannia knights defending the castle, not even 3,000 now remained.
"How is the king!?" When the old wizard Gaious saw the king in such a state, he immediately rushed to help heal the wounded king.
Within those few minutes, the surrounding knights held their breaths, hoping for Arthur to recover.
As soon as he was strong enough to stand, the half-unconscious Arthur walked toward the wall and looked at the outer court of Camelot Castle.
Not only was it full of undeads, he even saw his men who died fighting bravely to defend the castle gates also rise as undeads.
'Does this mean they cannot be stopped?'
If that were the case, it would be a nightmare. Not just to Britannia, but to all mankind.
Arthur gritted his teeth.
'How can we win this!? How can I protect my people!?'
He was frustrated at his weakness. If only he was stronger. If only he had the power to protect his people. Then perhaps...
It was at this moment, a familiar voice softly whispered to his mind.
"I will help you.... come to me."