My Guard Never Runs Out

The world of Knights of the Round Table differed from Berserk. It had no God Hand—or rather, if the ritual had gone smoothly, Archduke Garibaldi would have become this world's first God Hand.

Unfortunately, a terrifying meteor capable of crossing time and space had greatly reduced that possibility.

The interstitial space created by Behelit's ritual was still intact, but the storms around it, which had kept outsiders from entering and prevented those inside from escaping, had all dispersed. This meant the gap was now open for anyone to enter or leave.

Many locals who had already been near the outer city gate of the fortress were first stunned by the dazzling "fireworks" exploding in the sky. Only then did they realize uneasily that they could see outside again.

Countless people immediately surged toward the city gate, scrambling to escape the Golden Fortress they had once regarded as home.

As expected, stampedes and massacres broke out almost simultaneously.

Civilians shoved and trampled one another. If anyone slipped and was swept beneath the crowd, that unlucky person would soon become a pulp of flesh covered in dust.

The armed soldiers swung their weapons indiscriminately at everyone around them. Anyone who tried to block their path, civilian or soldier alike, had to die!

As for the low-level apostles and Ghost Beasts that had appeared in the gap due to the ritual, they had already recovered from the shock of seeing the God Hand blown apart and continued slaughtering every living creature around them.

Their intelligence did not allow them to think about anything too complicated. The God Hand had been blown apart, and the storm barrier had vanished, but the gap itself remained. All they needed to do was keep killing and provide sacrifices.

Cheng Tian, unable to find either the archduke or