Davidian's Holy Grail War

The other person stopped and then gently tapped the ground with their staff.

The magic light bullets hurtled towards David, who immediately deflected the attack with his sword. The other party had made their intentions clear: to stop him or to kill him.

“You guys go find the other brothers in Dalian and make sure the suppression in the city is maintained. I’ll handle this guy by myself.”

David focused all his attention on the old man named Anagumas in front of him. Since he had said that, it meant he was here to risk his life.

Even a magician who risks his life can't be sure how powerful his opponent is.

Before the soldiers of the First Company could say anything more, Davidian simply waved his hand, signaling them to leave. They couldn't get involved in this kind of battle; forcing themselves to participate would only distract Davidian from taking care of them.

So they stopped talking and turned their attention to other areas to suppress the enemies inside the city.

After they left, Anagumas said, "I can see you're puzzled, Dragon Knight. What could possibly be puzzling you at this moment?"

"Where are the residents of this city? Where have they all gone? And why are those soldiers outside the city so ferocious?"

David swung his sword at Anagumas, attacking while simultaneously asking questions. If the brief conversation could distract Anagumas, he might just be able to kill him with a single blow.

"Heh, they have all become His Majesty Vortigern's blood offerings, becoming part of the king. Though they were insignificant lives, they played a role in the end. As for the soldiers outside the city, it was not their will that was fighting."

As Anagumas spoke, he waved his staff, and a dark whirlwind rose from around Davian, forcing him back.

At the same time, David could see that the old man's body was changing. His hunched body was becoming more upright, and the wrinkles on his face were fading. He had actually become a strong man in front of David!

But what alarmed David even more were his words. He couldn't help but ask, "They became Vortigern's prey? Could it be that Vortigern gave them all to... bastard!"

He also understood why some soldiers had begun to surrender after the Holy Sword's radiance appeared. It was the Holy Sword's radiance that had driven away the evil will attached to the Vortigern army soldiers.

He was furious; how could Vortigern be so cruel?

But now he has no way to escape from here, as Anagumas's magical attacks are all imbued with the concept of curses.

Unlike Morgan's magic, which simply pursues destructive power, Anagurmas uses dark magic, each attack imbued with his heavy curses and malice.

"After three layers of suppression! One thunderbolt, one raging fire, one whirlwind! With my entire life as the price, this is Anagumas's final mission! Die, die, die, Dragon Knight David!"

Regaining youth, of course, comes at a price: Anagumas's life. But he doesn't care, for as he says, this is his final mission.

Even though the Dark Sword couldn't instantly break through such an attack, spell after spell surrounded David, trapping him firmly in place.

A dark whirlwind, accompanied by flames and lightning, enveloped him. He could only do his best to unleash the power of his dark sword to pin himself to the spot. With such a heavy attack, he could barely defend himself.

[Damn it, I have to hold on! I can't fall!]

While Davidian was struggling to hold on, Gawain and Artoria had already stormed into the palace.

To their surprise, despite the carnage outside, there were no ambushes or traps inside the palace.

The place was eerily quiet, and an ominous cloud hung over Gao Wen's heart. He felt that something was wrong.

But when they reached the throne and saw Vortigern alone, Gawain felt at ease.

But there was only one old man, while they had their king, him, and elite soldiers. This was a battle that required no further thought; their victory was assured.

Moreover, there are two holy swords here. No matter what Vortigern is capable of, could he possibly surpass the power of these two holy swords?

"Why resist? Why deny? Why consider yourself human?" Surprisingly, it was Vortigern who spoke first, much to Gawain's surprise.

Surprisingly, Vortigern remained so calm and composed even in such an extremely unfavorable situation. However, Gawain then realized that Vortigern had also ruled Lentinium for many years, and perhaps it was his royal pride and inner strength that sustained him.

However, Artoria did not answer him. Gawain thought that the king thought Vortigern was talking nonsense, which was why he did not answer.

"Britain must be destroyed, you must be exterminated." But Vortigern's next words made Gawain think he was really crazy. How could they be exterminated? Britain would continue.

"If this island is destined to be defiled by humankind, then I will use my own hands to restore it to its original state. I will turn great Britain into hell, into a dark paradise that humanity will never be able to inhabit in the future."

A dark power surged forth from Vortigern's armor, and an overwhelming sense of oppression swept over the group from the front. Gawain was incredulous; how could a mere old man possess such power?

[It was a hole in the world, swallowing molten iron whole, a chilling, inhuman creature. The dragon Vortigern—that was the true form of what sought to lead Britain to destruction.]

This is the memory that Gawain will have whenever he recalls this moment in the future; that moment will be unforgettable for him.

"What—" Gawain's momentary hesitation brought them endless danger, while Vortigern, who had merged with the throne and become a dragon, evaporated everyone present except Gawain and Artoria with a single strike.

Gawain was also rendered powerless by this attack. He realized that Vortigern was the one who devoured the Holy Sword, and the more holy the opponent was, the stronger his power would be.

Karadin's light was stolen, and the light of Excalibur flickered like a campfire in the darkness. But Artoria did not yield; she merely swung her sword casually to block Vortigern's attack, and then walked forward.

"As expected of the stubborn Gao Wenqing, Knight of the Sun. It seems that even the stomach of a dragon cannot fully contain your brilliance."

As she walked forward, she managed to smile and soothe Gawain in a clear, calm voice. Then, in Gawain's sight, Artoria's holy sword slashed down at the dragon in front of her!

Now, Artoria will face the enemy alone!

Chapter 87 Believe, believe in that world where everyone can find happiness.

Dark magic layered around Davidian, and he felt his body growing heavier and heavier.

Indeed, the other party cursed him with their life. If such a powerful force could not suppress him, then Anagumas would have no reason to live either.

"Dragon Knight David, have you ever thought about why you fight? Can't you see the changes happening on this island with your intelligence?"

At that moment, Anagurmas's voice reached Davian's ears, a voice that eroded Davian's will like the whispers of a demon.

Anagumas was not only suppressing Davian's body, but also tormenting his mind.

"Even if you kill our King Vortigern, so what? The future of this island will not change. You cannot bring a peaceful future to this island, nor can you allow those people to transition peacefully to the next era."

War—only war will be the dominant theme of this island's future. You will be drawn into an endless cycle called war, and only when you die will you be freed from this endless conflict.

Tormented by the devil's whispers, David's power was further weakened. He could feel his body going limp, as if he was about to succumb to Anagus's magic.

"So why not lay down the sword and choose liberation? Let Britain become a dark paradise that humanity can never live in again, and let this great Britain return to its original state."

Come, lay down your sword, and you will find eternal peace. Are you tired? You are so tired, aren't you?

The voice continued to pour into David's ears, and he nearly succumbed to Anagurmas's dark magic.

At this moment, he really wanted to let go, put down the sword, and choose the eternity called death.

Because he knew Anagurmas was right: there were treacherous lords on the island, alien races seeking survival outside the island, and empires on the other continent; even the world did not want this Britain to continue.

The future of this island is already sealed; what awaits Davian is only endless war and ultimate destruction.

He also succumbed to fate, to the future the Dark Sword presented to him, and abandoned Morgan for Artoria in the name of what was considered right.

Now, Anagurmas has once again placed him on a fateful choice. Will he succumb to his past ways this time?

“But…” At this moment, Davidian recalled what Artoria had once told him.

Come, David. Join me in living for people, in living with people, in leaving a future for people.

Whatever fate we ultimately face, until the outcome arrives, and throughout the process, many people are smiling, and I believe that's for sure.

"But she hopes that we, she hopes that everyone on this island of Britain—can break free from this cycle!!"

Davidian roared, a tremendous power coursing through his body. He abruptly stood up, raising the dark sword high in his hand. At that moment, the dark sword emitted a purple light.

It sensed David's inner feelings, and at that moment it completely let go!

This holy sword, forged from the creative power of a fantasy world, sliced ​​through all the dark spells that stood in its way when wielded by Davian.

Anagumas was struck by the aftershock of David's single strike, and his body fell to the ground in two at an angle.

Even as death approached, his eyes shone with disbelief, unable to believe that he would be killed by such a single sword strike.

After the attack, Davidian knelt on one knee, gripping the hilt of the dark sword that was embedded in the ground with both hands, and gasped for breath.

This was the closest he had ever come to death since his debut. He had no trump cards left, and even the chance to fight back was almost completely taken away. If it weren't for that final, decisive strike that followed his inner will, which successfully killed Anagurmas, he would have died.

Just now, he truly broke through his own limits.

Anagumas told him about the island's predetermined future, but he chose to believe in himself and in Artoria.

He wanted to create a new future for the island with Artoria, and to lead all the people living on this Britannia to a new future.

"Huff...huff...huff, almost, I almost got knocked down." He tried to calm his body's fatigue. No, he couldn't just collapse like this.

The battle was not over yet; he had to see Artoria's victory with his own eyes before he could relax.

"Commander!" Winchenrib arrived just then with his men. He immediately ensured David's safety and then helped him up.

The fact that their legion commander was this exhausted clearly indicated a fierce battle.

"I'm fine. Let's continue towards the palace. Our king should have won as well. Let's go."

He had just said that when he heard a sound like the sky collapsing and the earth splitting. Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, and the scene before them was truly shocking.

A colossal dragon emerged from the palace, its ferocious head bared as it roared to the heavens, summoning heavy black clouds that blocked out the endless sunlight.

David felt a deep disbelief; was that really Vortigern?

He hurriedly roared at the people around him, "Quickly! Wincenrib, take all the soldiers and get out of this Lentinium! Run! The battle that follows is not for you to participate in, run, run!"

You could tell from his voice how anxious he was; he never expected the final battle to turn out like this.

Without hesitation, Winchenrib turned and ran to lure the other soldiers outside the city. What a joke! That demonic dragon was no ordinary creature to be trifled with.

Lancelot, who had just killed Risotto, witnessed this scene and stared intently at the distant dragon.

Although he had killed forty-eight of Vortigern's assassins in one go, he didn't care about resting and rushed straight towards the palace.

He must get to the King's side immediately; he cannot allow the King and Gawain to face such a powerful opponent alone.

However, the dragon made the first move, wantonly destroying the Lentinium and slaughtering the soldiers who had not yet had time to evacuate.