Davidian's Holy Grail War

"Wait a minute, how can it maintain that maneuverability at that speed?! Oh no, the hostile creature is circling around our ship! It's about to ram us again!"

Storm Border was currently locked in a fierce battle with this flying dragon, but it was no use; the creature was too fast, possessing not only speed but also unimaginable maneuverability. Storm Border simply couldn't compete with it; if one had to compare them, it was like the difference between a bomber and a fighter jet.

"The third calamity? The [Calamity of Flame] Albion's Dragon?" Ritsuka could now completely determine what this guy was. The prophecy had indeed come true.

Ritsuka understood that they had to defeat the dragon at this moment, no matter how troublesome it was. Caster also stepped forward, saying that she could withstand the heat rays spewed out by Albion, but she couldn't protect the entire ship and could only hold out for a few minutes.

"So, because we've acquired the means to save Britain, the calamity has come to attack us on its own initiative? This is troublesome. Has it already sensed that Castor is the enemy of the British Isles?"

Holmes understood the situation as soon as he heard Ritsuka's idea, and then he proposed a surprising battle plan.

Send Caster to the bow to draw fire, and when Albion gets close, we'll engage in hand-to-hand combat! He'll name this operation Operation Titanic. What do the others think?

"Is the lightning bolt that Zeus struck you so hard it made you stupid still having some effect?" Ritsuka couldn't help but complain. Holmes's tactics were too outrageous.

At this moment, Gareth stepped forward and said that she would take care of this matter. She would deal with Albion in the sky, and Ritsuka and the others should take this opportunity to deal with the Beast Calamity.

"No, please leave this battle to me! In the meantime, please have Caster protect this ship."

Chapter 458 Let's Fight!

It was Percival who spoke, and everyone stared in disbelief at him as he rushed over. He should have been receiving treatment in the medical room, but even now, he dragged his broken body here to participate in his final battle.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Percival said he had to come to the bridge no matter what..." Mash, who had already placed the Holy Sword prototype properly, couldn't stop him and could only accompany him. She couldn't stop him from fighting this time.

Meanwhile, the sailors also sent out warnings, and Bagst on the ground was charging towards the ship's location. It seemed that, apart from Cornunos, the other calamities had caught the scent of the Holy Sword and were coming to extinguish any hope of saving Britain.

Ritsuka pondered for a while, then gritted his teeth, made up his mind, and made battle arrangements:

“Mash, land with me on the Shadow Border and engage Bagst in battle. Gareth, Caster, and Percival will fight Melyuchina in the air. We need to defeat them as quickly as possible and then rendezvous to head to the Great Hollow. Is that alright, everyone?”

His decision could be described as somewhat unreasonable, even as letting Percival head towards his doom. But upon hearing his arrangement, Percival actually showed a relieved expression; this arrangement was the most appropriate for him.

But those who knew the truth showed expressions of sorrow, yet Percival comforted them, saying there was no need for such grief. He was already very satisfied that he had come this far and could still exert this last bit of strength.

"However... well, I'd like to ask you one last thing. Please don't leave a bad impression of Britain or the fairies. Just as there are good and evil people among humans, there are also good and evil fairies. There are no bad races or bad societies, just two different attributes."

I don't know what the world of pan-human history is really like, but I can still confidently declare that even in its current state... even after experiencing so much sadness and suffering... the Kingdom of the British Fairies was once a beautiful country, a wonderful world.

Our Britain may perish. But not because it is wrong, nor because it is an evil world. What is meant to remain will remain, and what is meant to continue will continue. That is all there is to it, so stand tall.

Our world has existed for over ten thousand years, finally arriving here. Though it is far from mature, far from complete, your world has a future.

And since there is a sequel, I hope it will one day reach its destination. Even if it takes thousands upon thousands of years to reach the other side, it will reach the ultimate destination called the Ideal Land, where all life and all people can find salvation.

Upon hearing his words, Ritsuka and Mashu both smiled knowingly. Moreover, thanks to Percival's reminder, they truly remembered that they hadn't only seen malice in this fairy kingdom; goodwill, though rare, was not nonexistent.

“Ah…indeed, that’s precisely why we must let humanity’s kindness and light shine through.” After Ritsuka finished speaking, Percival smiled as well, knowing that Ritsuka had understood his meaning.

The two sides then headed to different places: three people ran towards Shadow Border, and three people ran towards the bow of the ship. They had to end this battle as quickly as possible.

Because an even stronger Kornunus awaits them behind, they must hurry.

Once he reached the bow of the ship, Percival finally showed the shyness of a young man. He couldn't help but ask the other two if what he had just said was too arrogant.

The other two laughed and shook their heads, saying that nothing like that had happened. Ritsuka and Mashu were laughing happily. That meant he was right, and his words and actions were upright and honorable.

"Really? That's great. I thought Sister Gareth was going to stop me, but she just let me do whatever I wanted."

Percival joked about himself again, but Gareth insisted she wouldn't be fooled by such things. Melyuchina was extremely important to Percival, so his desire to save her was absolutely right.

Gareth smiled and told him that human life does not simply end in death. Percival had fought and strived to the very last moment for what he had chosen, so his life was by no means a wasted or meaningless one.

Then what reason did I have to stop Percival? Did I want him to regret in his final moments that I hadn't participated in this battle, hadn't personally prevented my beloved from falling into an even deeper abyss?

Gareth's words comforted Percival, and he gripped his gun tightly and took a step forward:

“Then, it’s time to go, Knight of the Round Table—Percival! This is the final defensive battle, and you must perform worthy of this name!” As soon as Percival finished speaking, a voice entered his ears, followed by a very clear speech.

【You have never disgraced my name, Percival of the Strange Tales, righteous Knight of the Round Table… Your devotion to love has moved me, so let me fight alongside you, and together we shall save your love.】

At this moment, the light of miracles on Gareth was passively ignited, and Percival also radiated the same light.

The next moment, white light descended from the sky.

Percival, the Knight of the Round Table—has arrived!

"Brother Percival!"

Gareth had already shouted it out, and Percival of Pan-Human History smiled and nodded at her. Is this what Gareth's fully grown form looks like? She certainly hasn't disappointed all their expectations and teachings; she's truly outstanding.

But now is not the time to talk about these things; this is the time for battle. He forced his way here solely through the Light of Miracles. He only had the power for one full-force attack to begin with, but that should be enough for the current situation.

As Percival, the author of the Strange Tales, looked at the person who looked exactly like him, tears streamed down his face. The help he had never imagined had arrived at his side, yet Percival, the author of the Pan-Human History, said nothing.

"I only have the power for one full-force attack. Originally, with the power of this Holy Lance, it would have been difficult to harm the true form of the Albion Dragon. But with the blessing of the Miracle Light of Gareth, what was originally impossible has become possible. The rest is up to you, My Strange Tale."

“I will give it my all at this moment! The Holy Grail Knight of Pan-Human History, the noble Holy Knight Percival, I can’t believe you’ve come to my side to give me the prelude to my final battle. At this moment, I can no longer contain my joy.”

Thus, Percival had no more worries. What could be more moving than the fact that he was able to fight such a battle in the last moments of his life?

Percival will now fight for his love for Meluccina, for his like-minded Panhumanist history, for his fellow members of the Round Table of Strange Tales, for the fallen knight Gareth, and for their future! Fight, fight, fight!

Today, Percival will fight his final battle!

Chapter 459 The Calamity of Flame, Fallen

"Captain, maintain top speed and head-on with that thing. The outcome will be decided in this round; we don't have time to waste here. Caster, protect the ship; the aftermath of the battle will likely be quite intense."

Gareth issued the battle assessment, and Caster indicated she understood, immediately activating a protective spell against the Calamity. The black dot ahead was growing larger; the Dragon of Albion was approaching!

Gareth, Percival of Pan-Human History, and Percival of Strange Tales stood in a straight line.

The two people in front will use their attacks to slow down Albion and break through her defenses, while the crucial blow will be delivered by the Mysterious Percival, which will surely be a fatal blow!

The moment Albion got close, Gareth made his move!

The longsword, imbued with all her miraculous light and conviction, slammed down towards Albion from above. This was the full power of the miraculous light; at this moment, Gareth even locked down the space, leaving Albion with no way to dodge and only able to take the blow head-on!

The effect of this strike was unprecedented; Gareth's full-force sword strike unleashed tremendous power, reducing Albion's speed to the extreme.

Caster lamented that if the anti-suppression defense hadn't been deployed early, the front of the ship would likely have been mostly destroyed by this attack.

But this attack was just the beginning. The second attack was already prepared. Percival of Pan-Human History leaped high into the air, and the holy lance in his hand burst forth with dark light, heading straight for Albion's chest!

"Holy Lance, double restraints released—[Radiant Lance of Destiny]! May this noble miracle descend upon this place!"

The combined full-force attack of the Spear of Longinus from the Pan-Humanist universe, along with Percival's own Miracle Light, finally broke through Albion's thick chest defenses. Percival from the Pan-Humanist universe disappeared after this attack, but he had already completed his mission.

Albion howled in agony, but at that moment, the true protagonist of the battle was already rushing towards it.

“You will be free once His Majesty Morgan is defeated. Your identity as a Fairy Knight has bound you; I’ve always believed so, and that’s why I formed the Round Table Army. Yes, I…”

At this moment, memories of him and Meiliuqina flashed through his mind, and all of these past experiences became his motivation, driving him to unleash his next attack with all his might.

"I have deceived many for this, so let me accept my punishment here. Holy Lance, open the court! Chosen Lance, judge my deeds rightly!"

With his words, the radiance of the chosen spear swelled like never before. It had given its approval! At this moment, the heart of Percival was as clear as a mirror, and all its actions were righteous!

Now that he had gained the approval of the chosen spear, Percival had no more hesitation or doubt. Although he would lose everything at this moment, having this one reason to fight was enough for him!

The next moment, he leaped high into the air, his noble figure reflected in Albion's eyes, and the chosen spear was pointed at her chest, at the location of her heart!

"Beautiful fairy, ugly calamity! If so-called love can even steal away fate, then I will shatter it with this gun!"

The next moment, the light of the Holy Lance pierced Albion's heart. The intense golden light overwhelmed Albion's will and strength, causing her to plummet from the sky to the earth, while Percival also helplessly fell towards the deck.

"Farewell... my love!" However, during his fall, his body had already turned to ashes as the Holy Lance drained his life force.

In the end, only the chosen spear pierced the outer armor of Storm Border alone, a testament to the glory and sanctity of its former master.

None of this escaped Albion's eyes. Even though her throat had been altered to the point of being unable to produce a normal sound, she still let out a heart-wrenching wail:

“Percival…Percival! My—brother, brother…”

Finally, the dragon's remains fell to the earth. The story of the strongest Knight of the Round Table and the strongest dragon fairy in the Lostbelt came to an end here.

However, the power of the [Calamity of Flame] did not disappear.

Meanwhile, Shadow Border finally landed.

With the help of the airdrop preparation, they were finally able to land safely on the ground at such a high altitude. After landing, Munir immediately started the Shadow Border at top speed and sped towards Bagst.

“Ritsuka! I’ll repeat Holmes’ instructions again! Considering the past battle with Bagst and the previous contact in Manchester.”

Humans with low magic resistance will have their life force drained just by getting close to that thing! That means you can't be on the front lines; you'll have to perform remote summoning from within Shadow Border!

The conditions for this battle were extremely demanding. Bagst's magic absorption radius was a full 1 kilometer, making it quite difficult to use ranged summoning at that distance.

According to Professor Nemo's calculations, there can only be one rider at most, and even if you push the limits, there can only be two riders.

"Nurse Nemo also asked me to pass on a message: if anyone dares to summon the two riders, they'll be sent to the debriefing room after the battle!"

However, Ritsuka didn't speak. He simply loosened the buttons on his clothes and began to regulate his breathing and focus. His silence couldn't be clearer; when it came to risking his life, he wouldn't care about anything else.

"Mash, just do your best. I will do my best too."

Mash nodded to him upon hearing his words, indicating that she would never back down in this battle and would certainly defeat the current Bagst as the just successor of the Knights of the Round Table.

"I knew you wouldn't listen even if I told you. Oh well, we'll just go to the 'reflection room' together and get a lecture, that'll be it. High magic reaction is approaching!"

Six kilometers ahead, Bagst is hurtling towards us at breakneck speed! He's like a rampaging rhinoceros! I'm going to project the image; that's Bagst right now!

As he spoke, Bagst's image was projected onto the screen. Ritsuka and Mashu couldn't help but widen their eyes; this was completely unrelated to the Bagst of the past!