Karo, the Minotaur Knight, knelt on the blood-soaked ground, his massive axe trembling as he blocked another strike from the Archdemon Akuma's whip. His chest heaved with exhaustion, his body battered and bleeding from the relentless battle.

Akuma chuckled, his voice dripping with malice. "Awh… Have you grown tired already? Look at you, you ugly beast… all messed up. Looks like I'm having steak for dinner tonight."Karo growled but could barely rise to his feet. Akuma advanced, his whip crackling with dark energy, when a voice rang out from behind the Minotaur.

"I'll take it from here, honored knight."

Karo turned his head to see a figure stepping forward, bathed in the faint glow of the burning town."The Knight of the Round Table…" Karo murmured, his voice filled with a mix of relief and awe. "Sir Tristan."

Tristan offered Karo a nod of respect. "You've done well. Now rest."

Akuma sneered, his crimson eyes narrowing. "You must be one of the Knights of the Round Table. I see… you came from one of those beams of light. How fortunate for me."

Tristan unsheathed his sword, its blade shimmering with divine energy. "You are a vile beast, an abomination. I must remove you from existence."

Akuma grinned, his whip snapping against the ground with a thunderous crack. "Then come at me!"The Archdemon lashed out, his whip tearing through the air toward Tristan. The knight leapt high into the air, his agility defying belief, and brought his sword down to meet Akuma's strike.

Steel clashed with dark energy, the force of the impact sending shockwaves through the burning alley. Sparks flew as the two engaged in a ferocious battle, their forms darting through the narrow streets of Ozamian like shadows in the firelight.

Meanwhile, across the battlefield, the Knights of the Round Table fought valiantly against the horde of demons, archdemons, and hellhounds.

Lancelot, his blade a blur of light and steel, sliced through the demonic masses with precision and ferocity. The burning town became a chaotic symphony of clashing swords, monstrous roars, and desperate cries.

Arthur vs. Abaddon

Back at the heart of the battlefield, Arthur stood amidst the chaos, his gaze falling upon Nero. The demon, once so confident, now trembled under the oppressive aura of the legendary knight.Suddenly, Alaric appeared on horseback, his expression torn between awe and worry.

"Arthur…" Alaric began, his voice faltering as he took in the scene. His eyes widened further when they fell upon the towering figure of the Demon King. "The Demon King… He's here."Arthur turned to Alaric, his expression calm but resolute. "Sir Alaric, can you take my brother?"

Alaric hesitated, but Arthur continued. "I'll send you far from here using my mana magic. Take this."

He handed Alaric a small marble, its surface shimmering with faint light. "Give it to Artreus and tell him to crush it."

Arthur's gaze softened as he looked at his unconscious brother. "I'm sorry I'm late, my dear brother. I promise I'll come and find you. I wish we had more time…"With a wave of his hand, Arthur conjured a glowing pathway—a shimmering portal leading to safety.

Alaric nodded solemnly. "What are you going to do?"

Arthur turned toward the Demon King, his sword raised, his voice steady and unyielding. "I was destined to defeat that monster."

Understanding the weight of the moment, Alaric took Artreus and stepped through the portal. His parting words echoed faintly as the light engulfed them.

Arthur turned his full attention to Demon King Abaddon, who stood tall and menacing, a wicked grin stretching across his monstrous face. The light from Arthur's blade pulsed brighter, mirroring the fire burning in his heart."You've come here for the stone, haven't you?" Arthur's voice was steady, though rage simmered beneath it.

Abaddon chuckled darkly, his deep, guttural laugh echoing through the ruined town. "So you know... The Stone of Kalius, yes. Your father dared to take it from me. Tell me, Arthur… do you know where it is?"

Arthur's eyes narrowed. "So, you're Abaddon—the Fourth Demon King of the Underworld. I've heard the stories. The destroyer of worlds. The demon who, with the full power of the stone, would surpass all others. Even the gods feared you."

Abaddon's grin widened, his eyes glinting with dark amusement. "Perhaps you know me better than I expected. Then you know what will come after…"Arthur stepped forward, his grip tightening on Excalibur. "I won't let you reach your disgusting goal!"

The Demon King's grin twisted into a snarl. "You speak of goals, yet you know nothing of what the gods did to me! They betrayed me, cursed me. I will have my revenge. I will bring them destruction." His voice grew louder, more sinister. "To do that, I must have that stone. And you, Arthur Reigns, are the only one who knows where it is."

Abaddon's tone darkened further, malice dripping from every word. "I will torment you until you tell me."

Arthur's voice shook with restrained fury. "My mother… you killed her, didn't you?"

The Demon King's grin returned, cold and cruel. "Ah, yes. You were too late to save her. I can still hear her pleas, begging for mercy… begging for your younger brother's life. It was delightful to hear her scream as she died."

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"Enough!" Arthur roared, his rage erupting like a storm. "I will kill you for what you did to my mother!"

Excalibur's brilliance surged as Arthur charged forward, his blade glowing with divine energy. Abaddon responded in kind, summoning a massive blood-red blade from the shadows, its surface writhing as if alive.

Their weapons clashed with an earth-shaking roar, the impact sending shockwaves rippling across the battlefield. The sheer force of their battle kept Nero and Abaddon's advisor at bay, the two unable to approach the epicenter of the fight.

Arthur attacked with relentless precision, delivering a flurry of slashes aimed at Abaddon's massive frame. The Demon King blocked and parried with his blood-forged blade, but Arthur's strikes grew faster, more aggressive with every swing.

"Hahahaha!" Abaddon laughed, even as sparks flew from his blade deflecting Excalibur's fury. "I've never felt such a thrill. You're far stronger than I expected, Arthur Reigns!"

Arthur's voice rang out, cutting through Abaddon's taunts. "Shut up and die!"

Excalibur became a blur of radiant light as Arthur launched another devastating assault. The Demon King barely dodged a strike aimed for his neck, countering with a sweeping slash of his own blade. Arthur sidestepped, his movements fluid, his gaze locked onto his foe with unyielding determination.

Abaddon sneered, his voice laced with twisted admiration. "No wonder the world knows you as the strongest knight. But strength alone won't save you, boy."

Arthur didn't respond with words. Instead, he thrust Excalibur forward, aiming directly for the Demon King's heart. Abaddon twisted, narrowly evading the strike, but not without cost—Arthur's blade grazed his side, leaving a glowing gash that sizzled against his dark flesh.

The Demon King roared, his laughter replaced with rage. "Impressive! But I'm far from finished!"

With a burst of demonic energy, Abaddon unleashed a wave of dark power, forcing Arthur to leap back. The ground where Arthur had stood moments before shattered, leaving a deep crater."You're not escaping me," Arthur growled, his voice steady despite the chaos.

The two clashed again, their weapons meeting with another explosive shockwaveThe battle raged on as Arthur and Abaddon clashed violently, their fight tearing through the crumbling buildings of Ozamian. Their swords met in a blinding collision, sending shockwaves rippling outward.

Abaddon snarled, summoning a massive sphere of dark energy in his hand. He hurled it toward Arthur, its sheer power distorting the air around it.

Arthur leaped back, his palm glowing with magic as he conjured a barrier to block the attack. The energy collided with his shield, triggering a deafening explosion that shook the battlefield.Taking advantage of the chaos, Abaddon slammed the ground with his blood-forged blade, the force splitting the earth and creating a massive crater beneath Arthur.

Arthur dodged nimbly, jumping high to evade the destruction. His blade flashed as he countered, slashing toward Abaddon, but the Demon King twisted away at the last moment, their weapons colliding in another furious exchange.

Abaddon roared and seized Arthur's red cape, swinging him with monstrous strength. Arthur crashed through multiple buildings, the stone and wood crumbling around him.Before Arthur could regain his footing, Abaddon was upon him, driving him into the ground with one massive hand. The earth cracked and shattered beneath the force of the impact.

"Come on, Arthur," Abaddon growled, leaning in close. "You've got more than that. Show me!"

Gritting his teeth, Arthur's hand glowed with magic. With a surge of energy, he unleashed an explosive blast, forcing Abaddon to stagger back.

The Demon King snarled, slamming his blood blade into the ground to stabilize himself. As the dust settled, Arthur stood, his white armor cracked and bloodied, his helmet shattered. His long, silver hair fell over his shoulders, and his piercing blue eyes burned with fury—a striking resemblance to his legendary father, though marked by his own unyielding determination.

Abaddon's lips twisted into a cruel grin. "You look like your father… except for the beard. How nostalgic."

Arthur didn't reply, his blade gleaming as he charged again. The two combatants moved with blinding speed, their swords clashing in a storm of sparks and shockwaves.With a powerful kick, Arthur sent Abaddon crashing through several buildings, the force leveling them entirely. As the Demon King tried to rise, Arthur summoned a colossal ice meteor from the sky.

The frozen mass struck Abaddon with devastating force, detonating in a massive explosion that rocked the battlefield.

Even from a distance, the earth trembled violently. Lancelot, locked in combat with demons, paused and glanced toward the epicenter. "Arthur… he's starting to get serious. What's going on there?"In the heart of the battlefield, Arthur stood amidst the devastation, his chest armor cracked, exposing the faint glow of mana pulsing within him.

Abaddon emerged from the rubble, his laughter echoing ominously. "Hahahahaha! Arthur Reigns! It's my turn now!"

With a roar, the Demon King charged through the ruins, his body engulfed in dark energy. The buildings around him crumbled as he barreled toward Arthur.

The impact triggered a massive explosion, sending Arthur tumbling across the ground. He rolled to a stop, coughing as dust and debris filled the air. Blood dripped from his lip as he looked down at his hands, clenching them into fists.

"I won't let you win," Arthur whispered, his voice trembling with fury.

Suddenly, his aura erupted in a blinding surge, his energy spiraling out of control. His glowing eyes burned brighter, and the ground beneath him froze in an instant.

Arthur slammed his hands into the ground, unleashing a massive wave of ice magic that surged toward Abaddon.

The Demon King charged through the freezing onslaught, roaring as he shattered the icy spikes in his path. But Arthur met him head-on, delivering a powerful kick that sent Abaddon flying.

Arthur pursued relentlessly, landing blow after blow. He kicked the Demon King to the left, then to the right, before slashing upward, sending Abaddon hurtling into the sky.

Recovering midair, Abaddon let out a deafening roar and detonated his own body in a massive explosion of dark energy, knocking Arthur back to the ground.

The destruction reached a fever pitch. Rubble and debris began to levitate, the force of their battle defying gravity itself.

Abaddon rose into the sky, his hands outstretched. His dark energy surged toward the moon, turning it a deep crimson. The battlefield was bathed in an eerie red light as the moon transformed into a

blood moon.

Abaddon's voice boomed across the battlefield. "Arthur! Hahahaha! Let me show you the true power of the Demon King!"

He floated in the center of the blood moon, his form surrounded by swirling chaos and destruction. Below, the very earth seemed to writhe in agony under his power.

Nero stood in the distance, his face alight with twisted glee. "Marvelous, Master! Marvelous! Show them everything!"

Arthur stood his ground, battered but unyielding. His ice-blue eyes locked onto Abaddon as the chaos swirled around them.

"This ends here, Abaddon," Arthur muttered, gripping Excalibur tightly, his aura surging once more.