In Type-Moon, it all starts with adopting Sakura.

This was something even the Lion King couldn't have foreseen.

So she realized that things could no longer be delayed.

No matter what the outcome of the agreement, no one can shake her determination and will; her goal will never change.

If things truly spiral out of control, she will activate the Holy Lance, destroy the singularity, and lead the souls she has taken in to the ends of the earth.

As for the Son of God and the King of Magic, they will probably both return to their own nothingness under the light of the Holy Lance.

"Wang, Gawain, Tristan have adjusted their state and are ready to meet the enemy."

"The 12,000 Cavalrymen you created have been rapidly adjusted and deployed to the defenses of various regions."

"Even with the leadership of those two traitors, Gaheris and Bose, the attack launched by the Pharaoh's side will absolutely not be able to break through the defenses I have set up—I assure you, we will ultimately win this battle!"

In the Lion King's palace, Agravan, dressed in jet-black armor, strode in. He immediately knelt down and began to describe the current defensive situation of Camelot to the Lion King.

Twelve thousand righteous knights, along with the magic he had prepared and thirty thousand mortal auxiliary troops, formed the defensive line protecting Camelot.

The combined power within this force far surpasses the combined strength of the entire nation of Britain during his lifetime. Even if King Vortigern were to reappear, he would be absolutely certain he could lead his army to kill him, let alone a mere group of desert monsters and the mountain people's hastily assembled militia.

While individual strength is important, war is never decided by the power of one person alone. Otherwise, King Arthur would not have needed to accumulate strength before launching a campaign against Vortigern. Gathering the strength of the entire nation is the true key to war.

Moreover, his righteous knights were fearless of death and injury, and even if they suffered losses, their morale would never be lowered; they were merely tools created by the Lion King's divine power.

As for the desert, the mountain people's army and militia, as well as the refugees who had temporarily gathered together, they had never even fought a proper war. If they were to actually clash, Agravin could already imagine the outcome: if their losses exceeded ten percent, their morale would collapse.

This was never a fair fight.

With such an advantage, what can the opponent do even if they have more Knights of the Round Table?

He will never lose! He will never let the Lion King down!

Agguwen always firmly believed this.

"You've worked hard, Agrawenqing. Do you need to rest?"

The Lion Queen seemed not to have heard Agravan's report. The mass production of more than 10,000 Calibur Knights in just a few days had also significantly depleted her magical power.

Even gods must follow the most basic principle of equivalent exchange.

Therefore, the more than 10,000 righteous knights produced in a short period of time are equivalent to the result of several of her holy punishments. In addition, the magic power and time required to activate the Tower of the End are also needed. So the Lion King also needs some time to adjust his state.

"king……"

Hearing the Lion King's unprecedented words, coupled with her indifferent expression and tone, Agravan couldn't help but feel strange. However, his doubts were quickly dispelled, after all, no one could understand this goddess, not even him.

"No, my king, the battle has already begun, and there are still sixteen matters that I need to attend to. I cannot rest until we have truly achieved victory."

Agravan lowered his head, answered the Lion King's question, and rejected the other's suggestion.

He is now the supreme commander of Camelot, and the entire battlefield layout depends on his command. He cannot be absent under any circumstances.

"Thank you for your hard work, Lord Agguiwen. Now report to me on the situation in the desert, the mountain village, and the Magic King's condition."

The Lion King nodded and shifted the focus to other important matters.

"Yes, my king."

"The attacking force on the desert front consists of approximately two hundred Sphinxes, over seven thousand soldiers, and three riders. They are led by Bose, Gahelis, and the previously departed Sanzang Master. They are currently being held back by the four fortresses I designed beforehand, along with five thousand righteous knights and eight thousand mortal auxiliary troops. They definitely won't be able to break through in a short time. Our remaining forces, including the righteous knights and mortal auxiliary troops, number nearly thirty thousand. If we can defeat the Mountain People's expeditionary force head-on, it will be a great success."

"The Sun King's temple has disappeared, and the whereabouts of the Magic King are still unknown. The Sun King may be hiding somewhere, preparing to deliver a fatal blow to us. The Magic King probably wants to wait until our battle is over before joining the battlefield. It's a truly foolish decision."

Agrave has gathered as much intelligence as possible from all sides. All he knows now is the disappearance of Ramses II along with the temple, and the Magician King, who remains elusive. Based on the battle situation, since Ramses II has already launched an attack, he is very likely to be on the battlefield as well. The Magician King's continued inaction suggests that the enemy is waiting to reap the benefits.

This was his deduction, and also the most likely outcome.

Although the current conflict between the two sides could potentially benefit a third party, these are not important matters in Agraven's eyes.

Because the Lion King's side doesn't need to win the war at all; as long as they drag it out until the very end, they can still achieve victory.

In other words, the expeditionary force outside must defeat all the armies and knights, storm the Tower of the End, and defeat the Lion King to achieve victory. They only need to delay the battle lines for one day to buy the Lion King time to completely complete the Tower of the End.

He will undoubtedly face either a huge victory or a hard-fought win, and he can accept either outcome.

"The ending cannot be stopped. When the Tower of the End is completed, everything in this singularity will be reduced to nothingness under the light of the Holy Lance. Neither the Magic King nor the Son of God can refuse this outcome."

"Now let all the wandering souls meet their end in the light of the Tower of the End."

"Yes, as you wish."

Agguiwen nodded emphatically, then said in a deep voice.

"Then, Your Majesty, please fire the first shot in this decisive battle."

After Agravan's final request, the Lion King suddenly rose from his throne and left the palace alone.

She walked step by step along the white street, reaching the edge of the city wall and stepping atop the white gate. She looked down at the wilderness outside and everything she was protecting.

At this moment, Agguwen stood quietly beside her, watching the city that held so much of his heart and soul.

The gates of Camelot hold the kingdom's peace and hope; any external force or violence is futile before them. As Camelot's only entrance, it stands as an insurmountable barrier, keeping all calamities and wars at bay and protecting the peace and tranquility of this sanctuary.

At this moment, it remains Camelot's strongest defensive line.

At this very moment, countless righteous knights, led by the Sun Knight Gawain, awaited them here. In addition, countless soldiers stood ready atop the walls of Camelot and in the open fields outside, prepared for the fierce battle to come.

Aside from the purgatory knights used as tools, the majority of the troops were ordinary human auxiliary soldiers, all of whom were pure humans who had surrendered to the Lion King. At this moment, they were all wearing armor blessed by the Lion King and ready to face the battle.

Tens of thousands...

What a vast scale this is! Compared to the mountain people and the desert people, whose militia and religious followers can't even afford armor, the Lion King's troops are all elites, all knights and warriors.

This is the difference between gods and humans, and this is why Agravine is so confident.

Even if a heroic spirit is powerful, it is nothing more than a phantom of the past.

Although they possessed the strength to fight against a hundred men, they were powerless against a massive army of tens of thousands, not to mention the city of Chalk behind them.

If the mortal army on Love's side fought to protect this land and for the people living in the present, then Camelot's knightly legion fought to fulfill the Lion King's great and lofty ideals.

In this battle, no one can say who is right or wrong, and there is no distinction between good and evil. The Mountain People, the Sun King, the Knights of Camelot—whatever they may be, everyone has risked their lives to fight for different futures.

If one had to describe it, this battle would be a clash between [humanity] and [gods], between [the present] and [the future].

A goddess who deeply loves humanity and wants to protect them in her own way, chooses to lead humanity to the end and continue them forever.

Having decided to believe in humanity, the Son of God, who once again wandered the world in a miracle, sensed the infinite possibilities ahead and remained willing to believe in humanity. His choice was to grasp new hope together with humanity.

Since that's the case—

"Give everything in the final battle, my knights. This will be the last battle that will decide the future. I assure you, Camelot will never fall, and the ideal land will forever remain here."

Under the gaze of knights and mortals, the goddess who guarded the ideal world remained calm. She simply spoke the truth in her heart, without any impassioned speeches to boost morale before the battle, nor any precise deployments or appointments. She simply stood there, quietly standing there, and that was enough.

Its existence is like a giant anchor, capable of stabilizing the morale of the entire holy city.

Whether it was the Knights of the Round Table, the Knights of the Righteousness, or even the mortal auxiliary troops, they all believed that since the gods were on their side, what possibility was there for them to lose?

However, the Lion King did not remain idle. Her emerald pupils traversed countless distances, locking onto the figure who had made a pact with her. A slight smile curved her lips, but it was so subtle that even Agravan beside her could not detect it.

"Son of man, look to the sky..."

As the pure white hand slowly extended, golden light and dazzling magical starlight gradually condensed in the Lion King's hand. Soon, the pure white phantom of the holy spear completely materialized in her hand.

This is the last holy punishment she can carry out at this moment, and it is also her opening ceremony for this war.

"Then let me witness it..."

Boom—!!

In an instant, the golden holy spear, enveloped in endless sandstorms and boundless magic, rose from the ground like an ancient beast breaking free of its restraints, roaring as it soared into the sky. A terrifying magical storm ensued, and the soldiers below, like ants in a gale, were blown about, swaying precariously.

"What exactly does the future you speak of, and the possibilities for humanity, look like?"

Immediately afterwards, as the Lion King slowly released his hands, a blinding light, carrying a destructive force, streaked across the sky like a shooting star, disappearing from the sight of all the soldiers in the blink of an eye. Only the gap in the clouds that had been forcibly split in two remained, like a silent crack, quietly telling the story of the earth-shattering light just now.

This was her opening ceremony for this war.

Since it is a war between gods and men, it should be a grand and spectacular one.

Regardless of the outcome, she will never forget this battle.

"Aggui Wenqing, Gao Wenqing, the final voyage of the Tower of the End is about to begin. This is in your hands."

After completing this opening of the war by the gods, the Lion King spoke indifferently.

"Please rest assured, the gates of Camelot will never be breached by any outsiders!"

At that moment, Gao Wen knelt down heavily.

Agguwen immediately made his own guarantee.

"I will absolutely win this war for you!"

"—"

However, the Lion King disregarded their promises. After the final holy punishment, she left the city gates without looking back and walked alone back to her palace.

God doesn't care about the wars here.

But for Agguwin and Gawain, this meeting was the end.

This was probably the last time they saw the king.

From the moment they arrived at this singularity, they have been assisting the Lion King until now. Even if there is no place for them in the final outcome, Gawain and Agravain have no regrets.

Gawain sought redemption, atonement for his absence during Gladiolus Hill.

Agraven fought for the continuation of Britain and for the king's ideals.

To assist the king, to protect the king, until the very last moment.

This is the kind of loyalty that Lancelot will never understand in his entire life!

The thought of that bastard Lancelot filled Agravan with rage, and he immediately forgot his last bit of sadness, focusing on the final checks and strategic deployments.

He gazed at the boundless wilderness in the distance, his fingers silently pressing against the hilt of his sword.

"Come, sons of God, people of the mountains, and rebels of the desert, I will make you understand just how utterly pathetic your ridiculous ideals and hopes are before the Holy Lance and Camelot."

……

Meanwhile, in the distance, the wasteland above the Camelot region was rapidly approaching.

Something's coming!

The Hassans, with their keenest senses, were the first to notice the changes in the sky and wind direction, and a very ominous premonition arose in their hearts.