Kugugugu······!
A vibrational sound that shakes the axis.
The golden curtain was drawn back, and the sleeping souls in the tombs awoke.
Clank. Clank.
No, actually it wasn’t a soul.
The soldiers of the Byeongma-yong army dragged up their heavy and sticky bodies.
Because what surrounded them was neither a vengeful spirit nor an evil thought, but only the dark malice of the black magicians.
Ten black magicians of the sixth rank threw a huge purple symbol into the air, and the black magic energy that rose into the sky lifted up an old relic that had been buried deep in the ground.
Bam! Bam!
The soldiers of the Byungma army walk out with short strides, like zombies.
The faces of the soldiers, each eyebrow intricately carved, were strangely distorted by the power of black magic.
“So far, it seems to be moving along the expected path. It seems like it will move in the direction where the formation is set up without a hitch.”
Druid, Findrick, spoke to me.
They are the ones who created a natural fortress by inserting spatial distortions into the Great Forest and Elvenheim.
If Yun Yang taught the theory of formation, the Druids were the actual practitioners of formation.
They had designated six or seven possible routes around the Byungma-yong and had built elaborate maze-like structures along the routes.
Although they were soldiers who had no particular consciousness, they seemed to have some level of awareness.
The men who crawled out of the tomb one by one were loitering in front of the stone statue erected at the entrance to Gimunjin······.
Percussion!
Kkwaduk!
The ‘Magic Missile’ that came out of the lips of the Venus statue and the ‘Ice Spear’ that came out of the hand of the pierced their torsos.
The soldiers’ bodies were surrounded by a protective shield made of black magic.
Although the magic scroll’s firepower was lacking, it was enough to gradually catch up to them, and as a result, they were able to create a plausible bottleneck in the narrow alley.
And above that,
Kwaaaaaaaang!
A dozen bombers soared through the sky, dropping enhanced Hellfire missiles.
Soldiers roasting in a blazing fire.
The foreheads of those who had turned into porcelain in an instant began to shine.
The black magicians of Barnaul did not stay still either.
He led the charge with at least a hundred warlocks under his command, and unleashed hound dogs made of pure white bone and undead trolls of enormous size.
Shuhwaaaaah!
Hwaaaaak!
The warlocks on the ground fired attacks at the dozen or so bombers that filled the sky, but······.
Swoosh!
Taang!
The elves riding together were busy raising their bows and shooting down the incoming attacks.
Kwaaaaaaaah!
Again, a Hellfire missile hits the ground without a hitch.
The strategy of using formations to corner the guys and then launching powerful attacks right there was working without a hitch.
The limbs of the soldiers were falling off in all directions.
Anyone who looked at it could see that Barnaul was in the midst of a beating.
But still, none of us were optimistic about the situation.
A peak where the corpses of corpses are piled up like a stone tower.
grasp!
Because another soldier’s hand came up and touched the center.
Kkuddeuk!
Knock knock!
Clay is like clay that is lumped, split, added, and reborn into new shapes.
“It’s jingling······.”
They were coming back to life.
If Barnaul was an uninvited guest on Earth, there were also guests who proudly accepted the invitation.
[Calculation completed.] [The merger of ‘Avalon’ into the ‘Earth’ dimension is in progress.]
Kugugugugugugu······.
The process of merging with Avalon.
A shock incomparable to that just before surged in like a wave, pushing out all the buildings and houses built around it, revealing a giant donut-shaped terrain.
“We’ve arrived. Can you drop me off here?”
“Yes, that’s perfect.”
We arrived at the southern end of Byungma-yong.
So, it was an entrance that could lead straight into Avalon.
Strictly speaking, it was difficult to see the entrance.
Avalon maintains a donut shape with a hollow center.
Because we were right in the middle of it.
“Is that okay? I think it would be better for me to go too······.”
“Mr. Yongsu, you need to control the riders. And cars and planes aren’t common in Avalon······.”
I was on my way to convince the people of Avalon to fight with us.
Since it was a detailed task that required removing the thoughts of black magic, there was no need to break the labor pains by showing an unfamiliar alien driving method from the beginning.
“Well then······. I understand. Be careful, and be careful again.”
After exchanging greetings with Lee Yong-soo, I patted Lancelot on the shoulder.
Avalon wasn’t very big to begin with.
Since Lancelot’s speed using ‘Knight’s Technique’ was enough to turn around, I decided to mark the portal coordinates on his armor and ride Lancelot like a bus.
fault!
Lancelot stretches out his legs lightly.
It was so fast that every step made a loud cracking sound.
So, how much did it cost?
Through the portal attached to Lancelot’s back, I was gradually taking in the expanding scenery of Avalon······.
“······What is this?”
I noticed one strange thing.
The places we have been.
The center of Avalon, which should be hollow like a donut.
Because a huge castle was built right in the place that should have been empty.
“······Camelot?”
I couldn’t help but notice it.
Dazzling white walls and blue curtains embroidered with gold thread.
It was exactly the same as the Camelot that had reversed the curse of Barnaul.
“······It must be an illusion created by Barnaul.”
Lancelot added bitterly.
The kingdom of Avalon that no longer exists.
But Barnaul shamelessly erected a gigantic illusion in the center of Avalon, as if it were still alive and well.
the other side······.
In contrast to the splendid welcome of Camelot Castle, the harsh reality flashed through my eyes like a slit in a torn piece of paper.
Knock knock. Knock knock.
Dozens of factory chimneys cast shadows.
A cargo cable car that is constantly carrying something.
There are even conveyor belts that connect each building like a spider web.
It was no exaggeration to say that the entire Avalon dimension had become Barnaul’s perfect factory.
It was a landscape like an abandoned building, without even a trace of life······.
“Thank you, my lord.”
Even as we raced towards our destination, Lancelot thanked me.
“I never imagined that you would actually take me to Avalon. That this would be possible······.”
Knock!
He kept glancing around without stopping his steps.
That would be the case, since it was his hometown he had returned to after decades.
.
.
.
How much time has passed?
As I passed through the alleys and streets, the sight of the people of Avalon came into view.
“······Aside from the fact that they’re skeletons, they all look more normal than they are.”
They were all skeletons.
One peculiarity was that they were hanging like leaves on the factory floor, whether on cargo cables or automatic conveyors, their hands moving without rest, assembling unidentifiable parts.
“Is that the idea that Barnaul gave to Avalon? Working like crazy······?”
“That’s right. There must be something hidden somewhere in Avalon that spreads those thoughts.”
After all, that was our mission.
Confirming the full picture of the idea that Barnaul gave to Avalon.
And to find and destroy things that spread such endowed ideas.
If only the thoughts that are strangling them would disappear, then the undead of Avalon would be able to become strong allies.
That’s why.
“We’ve arrived. This is the house.”
Lancelot was a respected knight throughout his life.
He came to meet his seed.
It was a very shabby house.
The half-ruined roof was wide open to the sky, and a large watermill passed through the hole, constantly transporting small raw materials into the house.
“······.You were here, Luke.”
Lancelot, the commander of the Knights of Avalon, came to find his squire······.
Thud!
“······Master?”
Luke, who had discovered Lancelot, was so absorbed in assembling the piece that he dropped it.
“Master! How on earth······!”
“······It’s a long story, Luke.”
Luke runs out, his bones shaking.
He said in a voice full of emotion.
“The story of Barnaul was true······. Not only did you come back, but you even came back to life······ I am truly deeply moved. It seems our efforts were not in vain.”
It was a touching moment of reunion, but······.
Lancelot didn’t miss the sense of discomfort that suddenly came.
“What is that? The story of Barnaul.”
“Didn’t you know? Barnaul promised to release His Highness Pendragon and his knights if they could meet their production requirements. Did you happen to bring His Highness Pendragon with you? And the other knights?”
That’s why the people of Avalon were so busy working in the factories.
Barnaul’s lie that he would free Arthur and the knights.
Luke, who had high expectations, relied on such sweet talk······.
“All the other knights are alive. But······.”
Lancelot shook his head slowly.
“Arthur is dead. That’s a damn lie.”
“······No way! Even the master came back alive and well!”
“Barnaul never freed us. They sold us to an outer dimension, stuffing us into items. Our revival was all thanks to someone else’s grace.”
Lancelot told the truth with a determined look in his eyes.
But Luke turned his gaze away, pretending not to see, and continued to assemble the parts that came in on the conveyor belt.
Luke, who had been keeping his mouth shut for a long time, finally opened his mouth.
“Perhaps, as you said, Barnaul may have deceived us. In fact, they are gradually increasing the quota they had promised. But······, what if the promise was true? What if it was true?”
It’s already been several decades.
Avalon, which was soaked in the torture of hope through the terrible black magic under the name of ideology.
Luke no longer had the ability to face reality.
“If I stop, the B production line will be paralyzed at the same time. Shouldn’t we ask what the other people on the B line think? And that’s not all. There are more than a few people who have seen Pendragon’s Highness near Camelot Castle······.”
“It couldn’t have been real. It must have been an illusion of Barnaul.”
“No, His Majesty the Pandragon is alive. He has no choice but to be alive. Rather······.”
Clank. Clank.
Luke, who was shaking his pure white skull and denying it like crazy······.
“Wouldn’t it be a more credible guess that my master, who appeared after decades, is an illusion?”
“······.”
He slapped on the small machine parts and fired off a cold slap.
Lancelot did not answer any further.
Kkiiii······.
But just walking out of Luke’s front door.
He spoke softly, looking at the factory equipment connected to various places around him.
“It’s definitely a factory. We have to destroy the factory.”
Lancelot was pointing out the ‘factory’ as the object containing Barnaul’s thoughts.
They were under the influence of black magic, still fantasizing that Arthur was alive, and they were forced to endure eternal labor for decades, unable to die, in order to save him.
but······.
“Calm down. You’re talking about factories all over Avalon. Do you think the people of Avalon will leave us alone while we destroy them?”
“that······.”
Knowingly or not, Lancelot was excited.
A seed that was filled with longing, reunited after decades.
Because he was treating himself like a ghost.
“And······ From what I saw, it wasn’t the factory that needed to be abolished. Rather······.”
I raised my finger and pointed to the central area of Avalon.
A mirage of Camelot Castle, still showing its majesty.
Because that neat figure maintained the illusion among the people of Avalon that Arthur was alive.
“We have to get rid of that.”
“······But that is just an illusion. It is not something that can be destroyed.”
“You can’t destroy it, but you can take it.”
I immediately called Pax.
‘The illusion of Camelot’ that enchants the people of Avalon.
Maybe we could put it into a huge category called ‘Camelot’?
“I’m going to put that fantasy into the subspace with .”
Everything will fall into place.
Camelot Castle, which will melt away in an instant like a soap bubble.
Because the empty space that will fall like a shadow will tell the people of Avalon of Arthur’s death.
“Now you know. You can fight without worrying about what others think.”
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