Davidian's Holy Grail War

"Commander, take three large companies and go all out to kill! Unleash your full power and fight with the fiercest momentum."

Wincenrib chose to stay behind and command the remaining First Army Corps, but due to manpower constraints, David could only take three companies out for the assault mission. This situation was indeed dire for them.

"Leave it to me without worry." Davidian led his three Dalian soldiers into the enemy ranks without hesitation.

Each swing of his sword claimed several lives; the number of enemies was no problem for him. Meanwhile, three soldiers from Dalian wielded their battle axes, each swing sending sprays of blood flying.

Then a golden light shot into the allied forces' positions. This golden light was Artoria wielding the Holy Lance, which pierced through the chests of knight after knight.

Her knights followed behind her, charging and clearing out every enemy in their path. The battle had barely begun when it reached its climax.

They all poured out their strength without reservation, vowing to defend everything they stood for with their swords.

Bedivere followed behind Artoria, protecting his rear and flanks so he could focus entirely on the attack.

At this moment, King Arthur's knights were truly united. Whether their comrades were still alive or not would not affect their determination to fight. They would fight alongside King Arthur to the very end.

King Liens now understood just how extraordinary Artoria was. The way she wielded the Holy Lance was so holy that ordinary enemies couldn't even last a single round against her; they would be stabbed off their horses in just one exchange.

This is not a person at all, but a giant dragon rampaging across the battlefield.

He is more terrifying than Davidian. At least Davidian, who can only rely on two legs, is now heavily surrounded, and it would be quite difficult for him to break through their lines.

King Arthur, riding the East Starion, was like a lawnmower on the battlefield. He had already broken through the massive lines of the allied forces and was slowly adjusting his speed to turn around and give them another shot.

The kings understood that they had to advance with their personal guards now, otherwise, if Artoria were given any more time, he would probably plow the entire coalition's lines like a field several times over.

However, due to the obstruction of the royal guards led by the kings, Artoria is no longer able to maintain the speed she used to have.

But the gap still exists; these people still cannot threaten his safety. Now it has become a basic test of endurance: whether King Arthur can bring the allied forces to a standstill first, or whether the allied forces can bring King Arthur's army to a standstill first.

King Lothar still did not join the battle. He was not in a hurry. Even if he really wanted to see King Arthur's head cut off, this was not the time.

At this time, King Arthur was still at his peak in spirit and energy, and his physical strength had not been exhausted. He could wait a little longer until the other kings had finished fighting with him before he would find an opportunity to break in.

Davidian charged forward relentlessly, now unleashing the pent-up anger within him, transforming into a berserker and slaughtering his way through the crowd.

His enemies would even instinctively keep their distance from him, afraid that if they ran into the now-mad David, they would be beheaded instantly.

Finally, when the distance was almost right, Davidian roared angrily:

"King Lothar, you bastard, you shameless coward! I challenge you to a duel one-on-one! I will not use the Holy Sword! I will fight you with my own strength alone! You coward, do you dare? Do you dare to fight me head-on?"

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This was practically a vicious curse pointed directly at their face. Everyone on the battlefield heard the roar, and even the most good-tempered person would have drawn their sword to fight to the death upon hearing such words.

Not to mention someone like King Lothar, whose dignity and pride as a king would not tolerate such an insult.

Not to mention that David has already said he will not use the Holy Sword, meaning he will fight him with the strength of an ordinary person.

This was a golden opportunity. They all knew that without the Holy Sword, Davian's strength was merely that of an ordinary person. If they could kill Davian in this battle, it would be a devastating blow to King Arthur's forces.

"Give me the sword!" King Loth reached out, and the attendant beside him immediately handed him the sword.

King Loth rode forward on his horse, and soldiers from both sides made way for them.

One-on-one duels are sacred and inviolable at all times.

If anyone were to resort to any underhanded tricks or schemes at such a time, that person would be scorned by the entire nation of Britain.

David slammed the Dark Sword into the ground, and his transformation automatically ended.

The company commander of the Second Company, Ryan, handed him a battle axe. David tried it out; it was a decent weapon, not a divine weapon, but certainly sturdy and durable.

"In the name of God, this will surely be an epic duel."

Winchenrib also witnessed this scene, or rather, it was an extremely rare sight. The King of Orkney facing off against King Arthur's dragon knight—such a battle would likely never be seen again.

King Lothar dismounted, removed his cloak, and drew his greatsword, while Davidon gripped his battle axe tightly with both hands.

The two charged at each other in the next instant, their battle axes and greatswords clashing fiercely. Their strength was now evenly matched, and everyone held their breath, eager to see how the duel would end.

King Lotte's advantage lies in his abundant physical strength and experience. He believes that as long as he makes good use of his advantages, wearing down Davidian will not be a problem.

This time, Davidian wasn't using his usual sword, so he couldn't fully utilize his swordsmanship skills. However, the battle axe, combined with his current imposing aura, gave others a strong sense of threat.

If King Lothar is not careful, he might be cleaved in two by this battle axe.

Davidian had no intention of holding back; he abandoned probing and feints, and attempted to overwhelm King Loth with the most ferocious and violent attacks.

King Lothar cautiously dodged and defended, giving Davidian no chance to succeed. Even so, he felt his heart pounding; every strike from Davidian carried a ferocious feeling that he wanted to cleave him and his sword in two.

However, he believed that such fierce attacks could not last, and that David's current aggressive style of attack would eventually run out of steam.

Davidian isn't someone like Gawain who's born with extraordinary abilities. As long as he can hold on until now, King Lothar believes he can definitely win.

Sure enough, Davian's axe swings gradually slowed down. King Roth knew his chance had come, and he unleashed a series of powerful blows, forcing Davian back.

For a moment, Davidian was unable to fight back and could only parry and defend.

Finally, King Lothar found the opportunity he had been looking for. Due to the weakness in his arm, David was forced to take a large step back by Lothar's slash.

Because of this setback, a huge opening was exposed in his abdomen. King Lothar then gripped his twin swords and delivered a swift, straight thrust to David's center.

If this strike lands, it will severely injure Davidian. He can then further secure victory in this duel.

Blood splattered from Davian's waist; King Loth's sword had slashed open Davian's left side. But just as King Loth thought Davian would retreat, Davian, filled with rage, charged forward a great step!

Davidian let King Loth's ever-widening blade wound his waist. He released his battle axe, grabbed King Loth's longsword with one hand, and then rushed to him as fast as he could.

At that moment, he delivered a powerful punch straight to King Lothar's face, causing his nose to bleed profusely.

A strong sense of dizziness and excruciating pain rushed straight to King Lothar's head, and his body's instinctive reaction caused tears to stream down his face, making it difficult for him to control his body for a moment.

Davidian wouldn't give him any more time to react. He released his grip on King Loth's longsword and alternately struck King Loth's face with both hands, rendering him unable to resist.

Finally, just as King Loth lost all ability to react and released his longsword, David rushed behind him and lifted it high above his head.

He roared and slammed King Loth down, crushing the king's most vital spine with his knee and severely injuring him!

In an instant, the immense pain caused King Loth to let out a wail that echoed throughout the battlefield. When those people looked in their direction, they saw that King Loth, his spine shattered, had been roughly thrown to the ground by Davidian.

King Lothar is not dead yet, but it's practically the same as being dead.

King Lothar, who had fallen to the ground, was no longer able to speak. He could only wail incoherently, looking like a pitiful man whose mouth had been stuffed with lemons.

But David had no intention of letting him go. He picked up the battle axe from the ground, raised it high above his head, and brought it down on King Loth.

This blow silenced King Lothar, silencing his cries of agony. His crown was stained with his own blood, making the scene appear even more gruesome.

King Loth, the greatest lord in the North and king of Orkney and Lothian, has perished.

David raised his battle axe high, roaring to the sky to vent his rage. He didn't care how much trouble killing King Roth would bring; he only knew that as long as King Roth wasn't killed, the North would never be at peace.

These guys will always find a way to rebel against Artoria's rule, so let King Loth die and join Vortigern in the underworld.

Although Davidian was still bleeding from his waist and his strength was completely exhausted, his imposing presence and ferocity had thoroughly instilled fear in all the Allied soldiers present.

On this day, Davian spread fear into their hearts. It is likely that as long as Davian is alive, this group of Northern warriors will never dare to face him one-on-one on the battlefield again.

They believed that even the strongest warrior would only face certain death when facing Davian.

"Charge! First Legion, follow me!" Winchenrib never thought that David would do such a thing, but this gave him the best opportunity.

The First Legion has now committed all its reconnaissance troops, even to Dalian. This is the perfect opportunity; by capitalizing on the fear instilled after David's duel, they have a chance to crush the Northern Allied Forces in one fell swoop!

The entire Northern Alliance collapsed in an instant. They had lost the courage to resist, and the few who still dared to resist were no match for King Arthur's army, which was now riding high.

There was nothing they could do. David's execution of King Loth on the battlefield had completely shattered the morale of the allied forces. Their greatest effort now was to escape the battlefield as quickly as possible.

Chapter 98 Memorial

Later, David was carried away from the battlefield by Wincenrib and Stephen Chow. After all, he was just an ordinary person who had been struck in the waist and then forcibly executed King Lothar.

With such massive blood loss, the fact that he could still stand and roar in victory was already his limit. Fortunately, he received timely treatment; otherwise, Vincenrib would have feared losing his most important legion commander.

In the end, King Arthur's army was undoubtedly victorious. The entire allied forces were routed, and including King Loth, a total of twelve kings perished in the war.

During their retreat, King Naro and King Lyons were captured alive by the brothers Balin and Balan and taken back to King Arthur's camp, though they did not wish to remain in King Arthur's court.

They captured the two kings merely out of admiration for King Arthur, and left immediately after delivering them.

In the end, Artoria did not choose to kill King Lyons and King Naro. She personally untied them and said to them:

"The North has already suffered heavy losses in this battle. If we were to take your lives as well, the North would lose a suitable leader."

If the Saxons invade, it will be the people who suffer. Therefore, you two should go back. We shouldn't be enemies, should we?

King Leons was now completely speechless.

In a fight, he couldn't defeat King Arthur. In terms of magnanimity, he couldn't match King Arthur's either.

Unable to conceal his shame, he could only cover his face with his hands and slowly leave King Arthur's tent. Artoria finally breathed a sigh of relief after he left; this meant the north was now secure.

After she finished dealing with all the political affairs, Artoria immediately went to David's tent, where she happened to see Wincenrib on duty for his legion commander.

When Winkinribu saw Artoria arrive alone, he was about to bow when Artoria stopped him.

"No need for formalities, go and rest for a while, Wingenrib. I'll take over for you." She smiled and told Wingenrib to leave, saying that she would take care of David from now on.

“How could we let His Majesty do such a thing? I should…” Vincenrib wanted to say something, but Artoria simply waved her hand, indicating that he should go. Since she was already here, Vincenrib was no longer needed.

Wincenrib had no choice but to leave Davidian's tent. Artoria went inside and saw Davidian still lying there unconscious.