Davidian's Holy Grail War

The fairy nodded: "Then, remember your vow today, Arthur."

As soon as she finished speaking, a small boat drifted slowly from behind her. David tied Ramley to a tree, then picked up the oars and rowed for Artoria.

The two reached the center of the lake, and King Arthur, wielding the sword and its sheath, placed it back in his robes. Then the hand sank into the lake, and David looked into the water; it was empty.

He began rowing again, bringing Artoria back to shore. The Lake Nymph had also vanished, and the three of them began their return journey.

Artoria then began to carefully examine the holy sword, and as she poured her magic into it, the golden light on the sword grew even brighter.

"Wow, this is amazing... Even if I poured all my magic into this sword, it could withstand it. Compared to the Sword of Choice, this sword is truly incredible."

Artoria couldn't help but marvel; this was the first time she had ever obtained such a fine weapon. She had never imagined such a thing before; she had always thought the chosen sword would stay with her until the very end.

"Artoria, don't get too excited~ I have to tell you, this scabbard is worth more than ten times the value of the sword."

As long as you keep the scabbard with you, you can heal no matter how serious your injury is.

In other words, combined with the immortality granted by this sword and the regeneration provided by the scabbard, you will become a truly invincible king.

Merlin smiled as he explained the functions of the sword and scabbard to Artoria. David was also taken aback, not expecting these two items to be so powerful.

Then Merlin asked another question: "So, King Arthur, do you think the sword of offense is more important, or the sheath of protection, for your people?"

When David heard this question, he almost couldn't help but curse Merlin on the spot, but he restrained himself and decided to listen to Artoria's thoughts.

Since all three people present knew the fate of Britain, they could be considered the two most helpless and the one most happy in Britain at that moment.

"In the long run, the scabbard is more important. But Merlin, if you ask me for my answer now, it is the sword. In the current situation, the sword for offense is more important."

Artoria answered that, in her heart at that moment, the sword was undoubtedly more important.

Davidian understood her answer and knew it was the most appropriate response. Merlin smiled, said nothing more, and asked no further questions.

“Actually, you could say that the scabbard is more important now and in the future.” David turned to look at Artoria before turning his gaze back to the front.

"Because you already have me as your sword, I can be sharper than anyone else, sweeping away everything for you, no matter what kind of enemy, no matter what kind of armor, I can shatter it for you."

David uttered these somewhat childish words, but they were his true feelings. He would sweep away the rebellious forces and crush the alien races for Artoria, becoming the hardest and sharpest sword.

"Okay, okay, I know~" Artoria gently tapped David's head with her sword sheath. David turned around with a smile and happened to see Artoria's smiling face. The two looked at each other and then burst into laughter.

Merlin simply watched from the sidelines; that's how adventure stories should be. Davidan was doing what he could, and Artoria was doing what she could. This was a good story, a story of humanity.

If there is anyone who says "it's fine as it is" and intends to give up and ignore it, there is only one such person.

Chapter 83 Pioneer

News of King Arthur's acquisition of the sword in the lake spread throughout the land, bringing joy to the people once more. Everyone eagerly awaited King Arthur's military campaign to defeat Vortigern and bring a bright future to Britain.

The people longed for that future, while the knights looked forward to achieving great feats in the wars to come.

Everyone was eager to fight, and David and his First Legion were also ready. The moment of battle was drawing ever closer, and they had to seize the time to make thorough preparations. Otherwise...

Finally, the season of renewal arrived. Following the previous mission assignments, King Arthur proclaimed throughout Britain that she would lead her army on a campaign to conquer Britain and exterminate the foreign invaders.

The First Legion, as the vanguard, charged directly toward Vortigern and Lentinium.

This time, David was able to sense that the atmosphere of war was far different from before. On the march, small-scale ambushes, traps, and all sorts of obstacles appeared one after another.

The Saxons did everything in their power to stop them, and they knew it all too well. Once Vortigern, who had been providing them with refuge, was defeated, their days on the island would be over.

Just like now, Davidian has once again encountered an attack by thousands of Saxons, and he has encountered several such attacks along the way.

Under the cover of trees or hills, once they entered the ambush zone, the Saxons would charge with howls, attacking them with poisoned arrows.

Although the First Legion was powerful, it still suffered around two hundred deaths and three hundred minor and serious injuries under such an attack.

A Saxon howled and attacked Davian. In response, Davian swung his arm and the dark sword sliced ​​through the Saxon's body, his blood soaking the earth.

This was the twenty-seventh enemy Davidian had killed in this attack. And with the end of that sword strike, the Saxons howled and retreated from the battlefield once more.

Nearly a thousand Saxon corpses were left at the scene, and their casualties were almost half of what they had suffered.

But such attacks will come again; these people will continue to come until the final battle with Vortigern. David's sword will drink the blood of more aliens and slice open the bodies of more enemies.

Tristan came to his side and handed him a cloth to wipe the blood off his sword. They had already begun cleaning up the battlefield; the enemy corpses could simply be piled up and burned, but the bodies of their fallen comrades should be properly buried.

“Winchenrib, how many brothers have we lost in this attack?” David asked.

"Thirty-seven dead and eighty-nine wounded, some lightly and some heavily. Commander, based on this situation, even if the lightly wounded brothers recover before we reach Lentinium, we may be reduced to about five thousand five hundred."

Wincenrib had already tallied the battle losses, and Davidian remained silent. Indeed, compared to the native kings who still upheld chivalry, these Saxons with no way out were far more frenzied.

"Finish what needs to be done and continue the march. We cannot stop now. Even if we are alone, we must reach the walls of Lentinium. Having accepted the mission of being the vanguard, we must pave a path for our king to proceed safely."

But Davidian did not hesitate; he was determined to move forward. This was for those who were alive, and for his Legion brothers who lay forever buried in the earth.

Meanwhile, in Lentinium, Vortigern, looking at the intelligence in his hand, said to Anagumas beside him:

"It seems we can't stop them. I should have had Risotto lead a raid on that guy named Davidian, killed him, and taken his holy sword. The situation would probably be better then."

“Your Majesty, Risotto can kill him, but he cannot kill that wretched red dragon. Even if that wretched dragon knight dies, the red dragon will still raise its banner and rebel against you. This is an indisputable fact, and a fate you cannot defy.”

Anagumas chimed in, "One more or one less dragon rider doesn't matter, as long as we crush that red dragon. Then Vortigern, the white dragon, will only be destined to be suppressed, and his long-cherished wish will be out of the question."

Vortigern fell silent, then said, “The soldiers’ final battle is outside the city, while my battle is in this palace. Is that so, Anagurmas?”

"Of course, Your Majesty. It would be best if the soldiers could defeat the enemy, but once they are defeated, King Arthur entered this Landinium and turned to street fighting."

The enemy will head straight for this palace; your final battle with him will take place here. I will hold off the dragon knight for you, and Risotto will hold off Lancelot of France. After that, our mission will be complete.”

Anagurmas already understood his mission; now it was simply a matter of fate and reality taking their course.

"Is that so? Well then, thank you for your help. You've been with me for decades. Please also tell Risotto for me."

After Vortigern finished speaking, he closed his eyes, and a dark aura emanated from his body.

The immense, inhuman magical power startled Anagurmas, whose power had recently increased at a rate exceeding his own expectations and assistance.

The moment of the decisive battle is indeed fast approaching, and my mission will soon be over.

So he vanished into the darkness, saying before he left, "I will convey to him, Your Majesty, although I am probably blind, I still wish you can fulfill your lifelong wish."

Meanwhile, Artoria and her army marched towards Lentinium along the road opened up by Davian.

Compared to Davian, who was leading the way, their army had it much easier. After all, the Saxons had been routed by Davian several times, and now they were already expending all their strength just to stop him.

"David, is he even more enthusiastic this time than before?" Artoria was receiving frontline intelligence from the 10th Reconnaissance Group, including statistics on enemy kills and losses, as well as the daily travel distance.

This time, David Anke was even more courageous than before. Anyone else would probably be worried about their subordinates becoming too powerful and overshadowing their leader.

"So what? He's your knight and your champion. It would be strange if he didn't give it his all, especially since he's just a Saxon."

They're fine dealing with small, poorly trained kingdoms. But against a large legion like the First Legion, composed of professional warriors, it's just a minor problem.

Merlin chuckled as he explained the situation to her. Davidian was now charging towards Lentinium with unstoppable momentum, unleashing his full power.

If it weren't for the need to take care of the large army in the rear, Davidian's troops might already be at the city gates by now.

Artoria nodded. Indeed, the Isaacs' limited resources couldn't stop David. Their army needed to speed up their advance; once Vortigern was dealt with, a period of peace would surely follow.

Chapter 84 Before the War

Finally, Davidian overcame all the hardships and dangers along the way. He led the First Legion to the city of Lentinium, which he had visited once before.

He had seen Vortigern once before here. This time, he was going to storm this fortified city, cut off Vortigern's head, and end his dark reign.

The entire First Legion quickly set up camp outside the city, preparing to welcome the arrival of the King from the rear.

David observed the vast fortified city in the distance from outside the city. He thought that if the lives of his soldiers were used to fill those thick walls and gates, even the 20,000 men he had brought wouldn't be enough to open them.

"In that case, there's no other way. For the sake of the soldiers' lives, I'll personally charge the city gate."

David thought to himself, this really is an overly fortified city.

“Commander, King Arthur has arrived and requests your presence for a meeting.” Winchenrib approached David and announced the king’s orders to him.

Davidian nodded, and Winchenrib immediately led him to the king's tent. Everyone else was already there, and Davidian understood from this.

If Vortigern doesn't intend to engage in open battle outside the city, then our king might plan a full-scale assault on Lentinium. They don't have much time to waste here; they need to eliminate Vortigern before the other vassal kings stab them in the back.

"You've worked hard, David. I'm fully aware of your vanguard mission through intelligence. If this continues, I don't know what reward I should give you."

Artoria chuckled softly; there really was almost nothing left to admire.

Although Artoria has never bestowed anything upon him, neither a knighthood nor an official position, Davidian has none of these things.

He only held a nominal title: commander of the First Legion, which wasn't even an actual appointment. Davidian had simply taken on the job and had worked his way up to it; in reality, he didn't even receive a salary.

This is why many people feel that Davian has been mistreated. He works for Artoria without asking for anything in return, and this strange dedication to one person makes many people keep their distance from Davian.

They respected Davidian for killing enemies and sacrificing himself for the king, but they did not want to get close to him.

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"I don't care about those things. Your Majesty, what's next? Should we launch a direct assault on Lentinium, or will they intentionally come out to engage us in battle?"

David put his personal problems aside for the time being; those were minor matters. The key at the moment was to figure out how to win over Lentinium.

Artoria nodded and said, "Yes, I just received their challenge. It seems they intend to fight us in the open, abandoning the advantage of the city walls. They seem very confident."

Everyone present smiled confidently. If it came to a direct confrontation, these extraordinary knights would not lose to anyone. They were all confident that they could crush Vortigern's army on the battlefield.

“My lord, I am not worried about the battle outside the city. But if this battle causes the enemy to collapse completely and retreat into Lentinium to fight a defensive war, the loss of soldiers will probably be quite high. That is the real problem.”