Davidian's Holy Grail War

This time, the Dark Sword didn't show him the story's progression, but instead presented him with this cruel ending.

He didn't know why things had turned out that way, nor what the darkness that was swallowing the whole world was.

The frustration of being unable to stop it, even if he wanted to, filled his heart.

It wasn't that I was defeated by a specific person or thing, but just like that, in a flash, the whole world was swallowed up by darkness.

But surely Britain wouldn't produce a Stryius who would shake the world, so why would this happen?

He decided that once things were settled here and he returned to Britain, he would definitely tell Merlin about this future. He wanted to know why things were like this; with Merlin's knowledge of magic and understanding of the world, he should be able to provide an answer.

But before that, we must win the war at hand. We must at least resolve the current predicament before considering things that are so far in the future; he was confident that he would not allow such a dark future to happen.

Chapter 41 Assault Captain

After the day had passed and everyone had had enough rest and preparation, both sides simultaneously led their armies to march towards each other.

David was hiding in the crowd. He hadn't transformed yet and was only wearing simple clothes, without even the most basic armor.

It's not his turn to make a move yet; he must keep himself hidden.

Davidian was hiding in the army like an ordinary person, even though he was an ordinary person before he came to this world.

Last night, Lancelot took him to meet the five hundred men who would be joining him in the assault team.

This squad had always been tasked with assault missions. The assault team leader, Landilus, initially looked down on Davidian, a kid who looked very young, even though he was a Holy Sword Wielder.

It wasn't until Lancelot said that Davidan could fight him to a draw that Landilus reluctantly put aside his contempt.

"Since he's here to lead us, I ask that he lead the charge, is that alright?" This was Landilus's final request, a simple and practical one.

That's what commando squads are like: they aim to achieve the greatest results with the most sudden attack and the most desperate attitude.

"can."

Davidian gave his answer without any hesitation.

Everything will be decided on the battlefield; that's perfectly normal.

Davidian gripped the dark sword at his waist; this was his first time on the battlefield. He felt little excitement, not even as much as when he killed for the first time to save Tonelli.

He recalled his embarrassing performance that night, which even Tonelli didn't know about, and subconsciously laughed.

Just as he was thinking this, the entire army suddenly stopped.

David could see King Claudius's army over there, and he could also see King Claudius himself.

Although Davidan couldn't see King Claudius's face clearly from this distance, he could sense that the other man was undoubtedly a middle-aged man accustomed to wielding power and full of ambition.

Lancelot spurred his horse forward a short distance, then shouted at King Claudius, "It's been over a year since we last met. King Claudius, didn't you learn your lesson last time?"

King Claudes laughed at his provocation and casually replied, "That's enough. It's another step forward on my path of growth."

I truly never imagined that someone's martial prowess could be so formidable, Lord Lancelot. Calling you the unparalleled Knight of the Lake is certainly no exaggeration.

"Then why come again this time?" Lancelot knew what the other party would say; it was just a simple battlefield greeting.

This also serves as a delay, giving some of the new recruits who are going to the battlefield for the first time time to calm down.

"To reunite France, to have only one king and one voice, I will always come back. Unless I die this time, even if I lose, I will come again next time."

King Claudes smiled and gave his reply, after which Lancelot said nothing more. He turned his horse around and returned to his troops, then looked at King Claudes in the distance.

Sure enough, the next moment King Claudius raised his longsword high, and the shouts of warriors rang out on the battlefield.

First, the infantry charged towards Lancelot's army, and Lancelot also sent his troops to advance slowly.

Since the enemy launched the first attack, our side can use archers to suppress them and then have the spearmen form a defensive formation.

When the rain of arrows from both sides stopped, King Claudius's army officially clashed with Benwick's vanguard.

Lancelot loudly issued commands, using his troops to cut and disperse King Claudius's first charging force.

David listened silently to each of his commands from among the crowd, memorizing all the battlefield experience.

This will definitely help him in the future; it is a valuable experience.

But King Claudes' general Charles wouldn't let Lancelot devour his striker; rather, he would try to break through and divide the defense.

Lancelot's numerical disadvantage became even more apparent, so he immediately ordered his cavalry—or rather, his knightly forces—to attack.

These highly skilled, heavily armored, and energetic warriors have always been the key to victory in war.

Sure enough, the moment the knights pressed forward, Lancelot's front line immediately became shaky.

The disparity in strength between the two sides was enormous. The enemy, clad in superior plate armor and wielding the sharpest weapons, cut into the battle lines like a hot knife through butter. Benwick's front lines were naturally struggling to hold out. (Actually, plate armor didn't exist in this era, but in the Moon World…)

Lancelot immediately ordered his knights to meet the attack, but although they were of similar quality, Benwick's side was outnumbered.

David could only endure this tense but disadvantageous situation while continuing to study the instructions given by Lancelot.

Since the order hasn't been issued yet, it means that in Lancelot's eyes, it's not time for David to lead the charge.

Every now and then, the heavy thud of knights in plate armor falling from their horses, along with the continuous screams of ordinary soldiers being killed, reached David's ears.

He listened to these voices, suppressing his emotions. Now was not the time for him to act; the moment to make a final decision had not yet arrived. He could only use these reasons to calm himself down.

King Claudius watched as his knights and soldiers gradually opened up the front lines of Benwick, slowly annihilating Benwick's soldiers and establishing a decisive advantage.

He couldn't help but burst into laughter, as if the wonderful scenario of defeating Benwick and capturing Lancelot and King Ban was already unfolding before him.

Lancelot was still patient, trying his best to delay the current situation with his maneuvering.

The enemy outnumbered them far more, putting them under immense pressure. Even with the emotional support of protecting their country and land, the actual disadvantages were difficult to overcome with mere sentiment.

He was trying his best to find any weaknesses or opportunities for victory that his opponent might reveal at any time. He was under more pressure than anyone else present.

The sooner he finds a weakness in the enemy's defenses, the more likely he is to end the battle sooner and the fewer casualties he will suffer.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of waiting, Lancelot keenly noticed the dispersion of the opponent's midline.

The knights and soldiers, in order to surround and strangle their own warriors, had slowly formed a crescent shape and pressed in from both sides, which resulted in a weakness in the center line. This was the best opportunity for him!

Whether it's a trap or not, he'll give it his all first!

"Notify David! Have him lead the assault team to launch a full-scale attack on the enemy's central line. Once they break through the enemy's front line, they can directly attack the enemy's core command group."

Now, if we can cut their forces in half, we can gain enough breathing room and a chance to counterattack!

He immediately sent his messengers to inform David, but in just a short while, the roar of the evil dragon echoed across the entire battlefield from behind him.

Chapter 42 The Swiftest Victory

When the messenger's order reached David's ears, he immediately activated his Dark Sword, and the Evil Dragon Armor instantly equipped him fully.

After the roar of the evil dragon, the silent charge of this commando team of 501 men began.

They didn't shout or yell; they just silently gripped their weapons and charged forward.

Their position was the most suitable for a charge, both in terms of the physical exertion from the run-up and the boost in morale.

The next moment, they broke into the center of King Claudius's army.

Davidian slashed down a plate-armored knight charging toward him with a single sword stroke. If the knights' charge into Benwick's lines was like a hot knife through butter, it was as easy as a hot knife through butter.

Then, when Davian's dark sword sliced ​​through the plate armor of these knights, it was like a hot knife through butter, so smooth that it was as if he were swinging the sword out of thin air.

Davidian unleashed his violence on the soldiers and knights under King Claudius's command, engaging in wanton slaughter.

But he did not forget the task Lancelot had given him: as long as he broke through the enemy's center line, he could cut the enemy's army in two.

At the same time, they can directly attack the enemy's core command group. If they can capture King Claudius, then this war will truly be over in one fell swoop.

He dodged a thrust of a spear, then swung his sword with both hands, cleaving the oncoming knight and his horse in two. Blood splattered all over his body, making him look ferocious and terrifying.

The warriors of King Claudes around him trembled at his power. In the short time that Davian had charged into King Claudes' army, he had already killed eleven knights and twenty-seven soldiers.

He hasn't been hurt at all; no one can hurt him.

Even Lancelot couldn't believe it; he believed that Davian could seize this opportunity to break into the enemy lines and relieve the pressure on his side.

But he didn't expect David to be so outstanding. When he stepped onto the battlefield, he almost turned into a merciless meat grinder, leaving only the severed limbs of the enemy around him.

Benwick's troops were greatly encouraged by his valiant victory, and even launched a counterattack. David and his five hundred men had drawn much of the enemy's attention, significantly relieving the pressure on the others.

Finally, in the fierce fighting, Davidian completely broke through the battle lines. There were no more enemies around their assault team, only ordinary soldiers and knights who had followed them, inspired by their actions.

But Davian did not stop; he led the remaining 412 men and continued charging toward King Claudius!

His momentum had reached its peak, and at this moment he believed he could do many things he would never have thought of before.

Lancelot, of course, wouldn't miss the opportunity he had created. He drew his Arondette and shouted, "Warriors of Benwick! Now is the perfect chance, charge with me!"

The commander-in-chief, the kingdom's prince, was leading by example. This greatly inspired the courage and will of all Benwick warriors.

The tide of battle has completely turned in Benwick's favor. Lancelot will seize this opportunity to achieve an unprecedented victory!

As King Claudius watched David, clad in the Evil Dragon Armor, charge towards his side, he gripped the reins of his warhorse tightly.

He had almost seen his side secure victory, but because David valian fought bravely and broke through his own army, the situation has suddenly reversed.

Even if he wins, it will probably be a Pyrrhic victory, which is completely different from his initial expectations.

"Send the reserves forward! Kill that leading knight! Tell my soldiers and knights that if they can kill that man, he can take ten percent of the territory of the Kingdom of Benwick!"