Davidian's Holy Grail War

The golden spear thrusts repeatedly, suppressing Davian's attack, but the next moment the Evil King Dragon pierced his belt.

Davidian went all out at this moment, and the battle between the two sides became even more intense.

This time, Ritsuka and the others were truly amazed; the battle between King Arthur and Lord Camelot could actually reach such a level.

"No, no! I am not... Your Majesty, how could I be worthy now? Ah! Waaaaaah!"

As he wailed, the sword in his hand became even more ferocious. At this moment, no one but the King could understand his feelings.

No one but Artoria could understand the darkness that Lord Camelot was enveloped in at this moment. Redemption had come to him, but it came far too late!

The king's arrival only plunged his heart into an even deeper darkness.

"Now is the perfect opportunity! Ritsuka, while Artoria is holding off Davian, you and Caster quickly join Percival to take down Woodworth!"

Oberon also understood that this was their best opportunity. If they could successfully defeat Woodworth here, they could almost guarantee victory on the battlefield!

Ritsuka knew this was the perfect opportunity. He immediately turned and joined the others before rushing towards Woodworth. The guy's size was simply too conspicuous; even if Ritsuka wanted to ignore him, he couldn't.

"How dare they even think of a decapitation strike! How stupid! Charge!" Woodworth could barely contain his laughter as he watched the group charging towards him; these people were simply too foolish.

However, at this moment, a new force rushed into the battlefield. They arrived so quickly that even the Queen's army was stunned.

And the flag they're flying is... Noknare of the Northern Royal Clan!

"Noknare, you bastard!" Davidian cursed angrily, he couldn't hold back any longer.

Instead of standing by and watching, they chose to intervene at this crucial moment. Just how confident are they to act so recklessly at a time like this!

"It took me two days to get to the battlefield, and now it's my chance. But I didn't bring many men this time, so don't linger on the big battlefield! Just take Woodworth!"

Davidian wasn't a fairy from the Fang Clan; he could only directly command the Fairy Knights. If Woodworth failed, the battlefield would immediately collapse!

Noknare provided the most accurate battlefield command the moment she appeared; she had seen everything too clearly. As long as she could hold off Woodworth's personal guard, Caster and his men would have the opportunity to face Woodworth directly. The rest would depend on their performance!

Chapter 381 Two Holy Lances

The situation on the battlefield took a sharp turn for the worse, and this time multiple forces directly rushed into the battlefield to cut off one of the Queen's army's arms.

Even David and his men, who participated in the battle, never imagined that things would turn out this way; it was simply outrageous.

As Woodworth looked at the group of people charging towards him—the Child of Prophecy and the magicians from another land—he felt a surge of rage and bloodlust from the bottom of his heart.

Alright, since these people are so reckless, let's see what kind of person is capable of ascending to the throne of the Fang Clan Chief.

"Very well, then I shall be your opponent! Humans, let the skills of Woodworth, the chieftain of the Fang Clan, be deeply imprinted upon yourselves!"

His magic erupted completely. How long had it been since he had felt such anger and intense killing intent since he killed King Moth a thousand years ago?

He himself couldn't remember, but it just so happened that the group of people in front of him was perfect for venting his anger!

Percival finally arrived at the battlefield and joined the fight, having already wiped out many enemies along the way. But now, before him stood their ultimate target in this battle—Woodworth, the chieftain of the Fang Clan.

Ritsuka and the others didn't say much, but directly engaged in battle with Woodworth in front of them.

The battle had only been going on for a short while when they finally realized just how terrifying Woodworth was.

Yes, Woodworth did lose to Davian. But that was Davian, the Lord of Camelot. And that was him a thousand years ago, not the present one.

And what are these people in front of us? The only ones who can be considered troublesome are Senji Muramasa, an apostle of the alien god; Artoria Caster, who has just completed her enhancement after ringing the bell twice and is only one-third of her original strength; and Percival, a top expert among humans.

If you remove these three, what about the rest? Woodworth himself found it amusing. How dare these people just pounce on him like food? Did they think he was too old for them?

This battle could even be described as Woodworth's one-sided sweep, with his claws, fangs, and the release of magic leaving the people before him unable to resist.

He even managed to keep Da Vinci completely under his control with just a glance, leaving Da Vinci bewildered as to whether it was the Magic Eye or simply Woodworth's overwhelming magical power.

"Is that all? Just as I expected. No matter how thick the dust piles up, it's still just dust."

War is something that only a truly powerful fairy can do alone.

In Your Majesty's fairy kingdom, the army is nothing more than a measure to assign positions to a bunch of incompetent good-for-nothings.

No matter how many of you you have, you can't possibly kill me, the strong one.

He then burst into hearty laughter. Bogzath had been defeated, and he was about to twist off the head of the prophesied son.

The position of clan chief was unshakeable, and his status was unassailable.

Even Lord David of Camelot was held back this time and couldn't play any significant role; listen to that pathetic wail. Although it's unclear who the enemy is, seeing him make such a fool of himself on the battlefield shows he's still far from being a good player.

But just as he was thinking this, David's voice came from the other side: "Woodworth, watch out for the sky!"

"The sky? What!" Woodworth looked up and saw that the golden spear was heading straight for him with unimaginable destructive power. He immediately felt fear coming at him head-on!

"This is nothing...this is nothing!" He crossed his arms, and a powerful magical shield formed in front of him, blocking the impact of Rungomniad in Artoria's hand.

The overwhelming force made Woodworth feel his arms go numb, but he was confident he could withstand it! For His Majesty's sake, he would never fall here.

Davidian immediately tried to run over to help Woodworth out of the predicament, but three people came up in front of him and blocked his way.

Redra Bitt, Gareth, and Oberon blocked his way. Gareth's new equipment, Redra's speed, and Oberon's strange abilities kept the distraught Davidan at bay, preventing him from getting a chance to go and provide support.

At this moment, Woodworth was utterly shocked when he saw Redra Bitt. Wasn't that the servant he had given to Aurora? How could he be here and hostile to them? Could it be...?

[Aurora! A fairy of your status, how dare you stand on the side of the Child of Prophecy?!]

Woodworth roared with rage in his heart, yet he dared not relax for a moment. The power of the man before him was too great; the Holy Lance, its power, was already overwhelming him, leaving him no room for distraction.

"We need another force! We're currently at a stalemate; if we can launch another attack, we can break this deadlock!"

Ritsuka saw the current situation, and Percival also understood that this was the time for him to unleash his power, even though the price of this power was very heavy, but now was the moment!

[Looks like I'm going to get a scolding again. This truly is the power of a king, the embodiment of beautiful wildness... Originally, this was not something a human should touch. But I also have reasons why I absolutely cannot die here!]

"Holy Lance! Court is in session! Behold my deeds, my friend's courage, and grant me forgiveness! Chosen Lance, grant me power once more!"

A tremendous force gathered at the tip of the chosen spear, and then Percival gripped it tightly and thrust it towards Woodworth! A powerful golden light surged directly towards Woodworth!

"Oh no!" Woodworth was truly terrified! What if he were hit head-on by the Spear of the Chosen?

But no one could stop the attack at that moment, and Woodworth's wide-open chest took such a solid hit!

A wave of intense chills and dizziness washed over him; he had never felt anything like it in a thousand years!

"That arrogant and unpleasant chosen spear! How dare this ominous voice from paradise judge our clan!"

"Even if this gun is not tolerated by the people! Burn my soul and become a beacon in this dark world!"

However, Percival wouldn't give Woodworth any chance to catch his breath; he immediately increased his power again! This time, Woodworth's protective shield was completely shattered, and Artoria's Holy Lance pierced straight into his chest!

Ritsuka, of course, wouldn't let this golden opportunity slip by. He immediately raised his hand, offering the best support he could: "Woodworth's influence is waning! Now is the chance! Command Spells! Bring the glory of victory to Artoria!"

“Perfect timing! Well done, Master! Oooooooooooo!”

Artoria's Holy Lance finally pierced Woodworth's strong chest and penetrated his body. The huge impact sent Woodworth flying!

The heat dissipation giant has been defeated!

Chapter 382 Impossible

"Impossible! Impossible!"

Woodworth struggled to his feet, clutching his gaping wound in his chest and groaning. The clan leader, the successor to the Grand Duke, had been defeated here by humans—this was unbelievable…

"This is a critical issue that absolutely must not happen!"

At this point, he started to run away. He couldn't die here, he absolutely couldn't die here!

"Woodworth is trying to escape! Over there is the River of Tears! If we let him get away now, there won't be a next time! Anyone there? Go after him!"

Everyone was at their limit, but the thought of Woodworth escaping would be disastrous. Ritsuka stood up but immediately fell to the ground.

With the use of Command Seals, Artoria's two Noble Phantasms, and the battle with Woodworth, he had reached his limit.

Seeing that everyone was unable to move, Percival gritted his teeth and forced himself to stand up again. With a roar, he charged towards Woodworth, his chosen spear aimed at Woodworth's life.

"Stop! Don't kill Woodworth! Don't kill Morgan's Britain! Without Woodworth and the Fang Clan, the Fairy Knights alone cannot protect the entire territory of Britain! Stop now, Percival!"

David was practically wailing in the distance, but Artoria, who had freed her hand, joined the other three in entanglement with him.

Davidian had no chance to support Woodworth in the distance. He frantically pleaded with Percival to spare Woodworth's life, saying that Woodworth must not die here!

"The demonic blood can't be stopped... I can't hold on any longer... Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer! You piece of trash! Do you even know who you owe this favor to!?"

Woodworth was too weak to even stand; he was crawling on the ground. He was desperately trying to escape the battlefield; he couldn't die here!

"It was me, it was I who chose you! Among that group of humans who grew up like trash and were gathered together like trash, it was I who recommended you as a warrior! I said that only you have the potential to be a warrior!"

As Percival charged toward him, he let out such a desperate howl. Percival understood all of this, of course, but at this moment he still gritted his teeth.

"I know! I owe everything I am today to your foresight! I have only gratitude for you and absolutely no resentment!"

Even so, I will still defeat you! With this life I have saved, I will sever the life of my benefactor! Here I come, Lord Oxford! This is the final blow!

Percival thrust his spear straight at Woodworth's incredibly vulnerable chest. Just when everyone thought the blow would pierce Woodworth's heart, an unexpected scene unfolded.

The white lion fell from the sky, using its broken body to block the attack, and its roar shook Percival, who was holding a gun, away.

“Borg…Zart…” Woodworth couldn’t believe his eyes. BorgZart’s chest had been pierced through by the Spear of the Chosen. His demonic blood splattered on Woodworth’s body, and everyone was shocked by the sight.

"Run...run! The glory of our Fang Clan, our Clan Chief Woodworth, run!"

After saying that, Bogzart collapsed to the ground.