Davidian's Holy Grail War

“Gareth… my daughter…” David’s breathing became rapid at this moment. Even though he had grown up, he could recognize who the person in front of him was at a glance.

This explains why the person who can ignite this light of miracle must also be the one who inherits their legacy.

“Father, let’s stop here. You’ve done enough for Mother.” Gareth’s expression was filled with sorrow. She understood all too well what had happened, so these were all she wanted to say.

That's enough, really enough, let's stop here.

Morgan then looked at Davidian, whose face now showed only a relieved expression.

That expression seemed to be telling Davidian—go, your mission ends here, after all, she is your precious daughter.

However, David's expression gradually began to turn ferocious, and he was currently torn between his inner thoughts and his own.

Finally, after a furious roar, he drew his sword, and that was his choice.

But when he raised the sword, the dark sword suddenly burst forth with a powerful force, broke free from David's hand, and flew into the air.

The noble holy sword floated in the air, its purple aura emanating from its blade like flowing tears.

At this moment, Moonshade also made a choice; this time, it could no longer be used by David.

It cannot help Davidian kill his daughter.

If he were to actually do such a thing, Davidian would surely fall into an endless abyss afterward.

At that moment, many people subconsciously felt a sense of relief. Davidian had never used the Light of Miracles until now, whether he didn't want to or couldn't use it, the fact remained that he hadn't.

Now that the Holy Sword has been stripped away again, his combat power has plummeted, which is a huge advantage for them.

However, reality shattered their beautiful illusions the next moment, and the Nameless Sword flew out of the darkness and into David's hand.

The fiery phoenix flew out and landed in David's hands, transforming into the Book of Fantasy. He never had only one holy sword.

The legend of the phoenix has now become a reality!

"Even without the Dark Sword, I can still annihilate you!"

David's expression at this moment was so ferocious and twisted that it could no longer match his glorious titles in the slightest. No one could understand or know what he was feeling at this moment.

[Void! The black sword will return to nothingness!]

The Phoenix armor was fully deployed, and Gareth felt a pang of grief at that moment. Blessed by the light of miracles, she saw her father fall into an even darker abyss.

"Everyone... let's go!" The moment Ritsuka spoke, everyone charged forward. And wings forged from orange flames unfurled behind Davidian; at this moment, he, too, was giving it his all!

Flames, magic, white light, and the shadows of spirit origins—all sorts of powers crisscrossed this battlefield. Battle cries and the sounds of fighting rose and fell; at this moment, neither side uttered a word, and the only thing remaining between them was… swords.

However, while the battle raged on the main battlefield, someone was secretly taking action.

The fairy soldiers guarding Bavanshi were easily killed by Spriggan, after all, they never expected that the esteemed chieftain of the Earth Clan would do something like this at this moment.

“We found the key on the guard’s body. I need to open the door, is that alright?” his subordinate asked Spriggan, who gestured for him to open the door directly.

However, we need to be careful when moving them later. They heard what happened just now; Bawanshi looks like a lump of rotten flesh.

However, if she struggles, it's okay to be a little rough, since time is of the essence.

Upon receiving his order, Spligan's men immediately opened the door and prepared to go in and bring Bavanshi out.

Spligan finally smiled smugly when he saw Bavanshi at this moment. The goblins guarding the gate actually said that Bavanshi was not even worth killing now. What a vulgar statement.

"Most things have little value; the only difference is whether they can be thrown away or not. Prices are determined by how they are used and where they are placed, regardless of the type of junk."

The Queen's approach to protection was flawed from the start. If she truly wanted to protect her, she shouldn't have been made the Queen's daughter in the first place; she could have simply been made a maidservant to Lord David.

After saying this, he smiled and told his men that it was time to head towards the throne room; they had obtained their trump card.

Chapter 438 Trouble

This time, Ritsuka and the others finally got to see just how strong Gareth really was. It wasn't an exaggeration; it was outrageous.

She was able to hold off both Morgan and Davidian single-handedly, a feat that shocked even Davidian.

His daughter has grown to her full potential and far surpassed him as her father. For some reason, even though he is now in the darkest of times, he still can't help but feel happy about it.

It's a pity they can't sit down and have a proper chat right now, otherwise, if they could learn about Gareth's amazing achievements, Davidian would probably be incredibly excited.

Of course, that's impossible now. But thanks to Gareth's incredible help, Ritsuka, along with Caster and the others, successfully delivered a fatal blow to the two in front of them.

However, because of what happened in the Sixth Singularity, Ritsuka immediately shouted to be on guard the moment he saw Davian disappear. He knew all too well just how troublesome Davian's resurrection could be.

Although they defeated Morgan, David will fight them to the bitter end before he disappears.

Sure enough, the next moment, a burst of fiery sword energy attacked from above. The two sides resumed their battle.

However, Ritsuka still let her guard down. Or rather, anyone would find it difficult enough to encounter even one enemy that can revive, let alone a second one.

So when that fatal attack came hurtling towards Caster, she had nowhere to hide. At that moment, her eyes were filled with terror and fear, but then someone rushed over and pushed her aside, shielding her from the attack.

"Cast, you idiot!" Oberon vanished instantly under the immense power of the attack, leaving everyone in disbelief. Meanwhile, David, with his wings spread, slowly descended from the sky to Morgan's side.

"You have excellent companions, the only one who can rival me, Artoria. However, one of them has already disappeared." Morgan reappeared before everyone, and at this moment, everyone was filled with fear.

I've already defeated her, so why? She can't possibly have the ability to resurrect like Davidian, so what's going on?

"One of the Servants who wanted my head is gone. So, who should I kill next? Percival, I'll choose you."

Morgan said this and then swung her spear, but fortunately Gareth was faster this time. She rushed in front of Percival and deflected the attack with her sword.

Gareth had to admit that she had been careless. Although her magic skills were comparable to Morgan's, their reserves were not on the same level.

Morgan possesses a vast reserve of magical power extracted from fairies over the past two thousand years. Even if one of his clones cannot defeat all of them, he can wear them down to death.

“Gareth…my daughter of Pan-Human History, you have grown up exceptionally well.”

Not only did I inherit your foolish father's swordsmanship talent, but I also possess my magical abilities.

It's truly surprising that both of these things have blossomed in you.

But this time you made a mistake.

"You shouldn't have scattered that light of miracles; you shouldn't have let the First Legion roam Camelot. If you had gathered together from the beginning and headed straight for the Throne Hall, I would indeed be the one who has lost now."

Gareth's face was bitter; even she wavered slightly when she uttered the word "daughter." However, at this moment, the two sides were still locked in a fierce battle, and she could not afford to relax.

"Well, let's do it this way. Now that they're all in, none of them are leaving." Morgan said, raising his hand. Light guns rained down from the sky, saturating Camelot.

Looking at the people struggling to hold on, Morgan smiled and said:

"You don't think it's over after defeating just one of me, do you? If so, then I should reflect on whether my education has been too lax, resulting in this fairy kingdom being governed too peacefully."

As a magician, of course I can create as many replicas of the original as I want. Look up at the sky, it's time for you to face the reality you're facing.

Only when everyone looked up did they finally see that a large number of Morgans were floating in the sky, and she was casually using massive, destructive magic spells to unleash them on the rebels.

Oberon discovered this fact before they did and rushed over to protect Caster with all her might. They all underestimated the queen who had reigned over Britain for 2000 years.

Admittedly, through various schemes and intrigues, he finally managed to assemble this rebel army to engage in direct battlefield combat with the Queen and David.

However, when it comes to the final execution stage, only the use of absolute force can achieve the greatest effect.

Unfortunately, Morgan's violence surpassed that of everyone else on the British island, and just as she and Davidan had said, after the first century of her rule over the fairy kingdom, no one could surpass her in power.

This is a sudden storm, an abrupt curtain falling from the stage. Camelot is being burned and destroyed by Morgan at this moment.

Even though a small number of fairies and humans managed to escape into the barrier of light formed by the First Legion warriors and be protected, most of them had already died amidst their cries of agony.

At times like these, Morgan rekindled her cruel and base interests.

She was now more than happy to crush these rebels one by one. She was now the embodiment of death, tormenting, mocking, and annihilating fairies and humans, a figure that could only be described as the witch of Britain.

“None of the rebels will survive, not even the magicians from foreign lands. This is the price for becoming arrogant after only one pilgrimage. The blame should be borne by all those who flattered you to the throne. Die with your mission, my fairy kingdom needs neither paradise nor the outside world.”

The group was already struggling to survive under the barrage of light gun fire from the sky. Morgan then remembered someone; she had thought Merlin would come to their aid, but he didn't even have the guts to charge in.

Hmph, what a heartless and ungrateful man!

"Everyone...everyone..." Caster's extraordinary senses allowed him to perceive the emotions emanating from the entire Camelot. Everyone was wailing and dying in agony.

All of this was tormenting her nerves, and she felt that her spirit was about to collapse.

Morgan knew perfectly well what she was going through, but she didn't care and even mocked her:

"That's right, everyone will die because of your stupidity. There's no great resolve, and no chance of winning. You trusted no one and that's how you got here. An immature paradise fairy, one of my kin who were completely fooled by prophecy."

No one will thank you, no one will lend you a helping hand. No one will repay you, no one will praise you, and no one will share your happiness. You will breathe your last alone on the blood-soaked hill, just like you in the pan-human history.

This statement instilled immense fear in Castor, but Morgan was not about to let it end there. She continued to proclaim that from the moment Castor set her sights on saving Britain, the fate of the prophesied child was sealed, and that beings already dead could not be saved.

"Your opponent is not me, but the mission that drives you. So, goodbye."

With that, she raised her hand, and a massive, destructive magic spell gathered power in her palm.

But just as everyone closed their eyes and awaited death, all of Morgan's clones suddenly vanished. David looked around in disbelief…

Impossible! Could it be that something happened in the Jade Throne Hall?

Then, the wind brought new news, but it wasn't the news Davidian wanted.

"I am Aurora, the clan chief of the Wind Clan. This is all I can do, as I am unable to fight... I hope this voice can reach all the fairies of Britain."

Chapter 439 Losing Jingzhou Carelessly

"Hmph, I thought we'd already taken care of them. Muramasa is quite a troublemaker. Let's add two more to deal with the Child of Prophecy... Let me think, six it is."