Davidian's Holy Grail War

Whether their activity was on the battlefield or in the court, they would be content.

But Davidian could now sense that Artoria was smiling less and less in public, under the watchful eyes of the knights.

Wang is suppressing her true self, constantly waging a battle unseen by others. If this continues, one day her true self will be completely overwhelmed by the burden of being a queen.

In order to protect the country and the people, they killed themselves.

This was the price Artoria paid, and in exchange for it, she gained power.

"Really... I'm getting old, how could I think about such things? Isn't it because she knew the outcome but still tried her best that I'm willing to fight alongside her to the very end?"

David smiled as he returned to his tent after finishing his patrol.

It was already night, and as usual, he made his bed and prepared to rest. He hoped they could achieve victory in the upcoming battle.

When the next morning arrived, David finished washing up as quickly as possible.

When he and Wincenrib stepped onto the watchtower, he could already see the Roman soldiers beginning to assemble in the distant military camp.

Wincenrib immediately ordered the trumpeters to sound the rallying cry. The enemy was moving quickly and seemed to intend to establish Rome's prestige with a victory.

The First Legion quickly assembled and stepped out of the camp, with David An positioned in the center, ready to charge at any moment.

The Roman army in the distance outnumbered them by two to one, clearly indicating that the enemy was not going all out.

However, this was because some friendly forces had not yet arrived at this assembly point; otherwise, Rome's military force would have been even larger.

Davidian wanted to seize this opportunity to deliver a crushing blow and pin them down here.

"Be prepared. The enemy army includes giants. Remember your war against Vortigern. You must fight with all your might! Do not be careless!"

Davidian looked at the tall, well-dressed giants in the Roman army; they were no easy opponents.

Chapter 109 Suffering a Great Loss

"Don't stray too far from me, Boss!"

Davidian charged into the enemy formation, leading four large companies of troops straight into the center of the Roman coalition.

Lucius and his ministers were there. If he could seize this opportunity to deliver a crushing blow to the Roman court, they might win the war even more easily.

"Understood, Lord David!"

Bose brandished his sword and charged alongside Davidian; they were actually the second wave of the charge.

The first echelon consisted of Bedivere and Percival's Sixth Company of Cavalry, which immediately pressed forward after the vanguards of both sides entered into close combat, seeking a way to break the deadlock.

Unfortunately, the dozen or so giants in the opposing army wouldn't give them that opportunity.

Lucius, watching Davidian hacking and slashing through the crowd with no one able to get close, couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Yes, it is precisely this kind of person who should belong to Rome! Everything in this world should belong to Rome!

He stretched out his hand to the side, and a servant immediately and obediently handed him his beloved sword, Florent. Lucius drew his sword and led several dozen knights in a charge straight toward Bedivere.

After all, he wasn't unaware of the strategy. As an infantryman, David's advance speed had a limit, and the priority now was to deal with Bedivere, who was a cavalryman.

Bedivere gripped his spear tightly, focusing all his attention on Lucius.

Lucius wielded a longsword, while he used a spear. His advantage lay in attack range and power; as long as Lucius didn't get close, he had a chance to kill him with a single spear thrust. Even if he failed to kill him, he could at least bring him down from his horse.

Both knights charged toward each other at top speed, and at the perfect distance, Bedivere thrust out his spear.

He is currently at his peak in terms of energy and spirit, and he is confident that ordinary people simply cannot dodge his attacks.

Unfortunately, Lucius was no ordinary man. On the contrary, he was the extraordinary sword emperor of Rome.

The instant Bedivere's spear thrust forward, he subtly shifted his body to dodge the attack and, at the last moment, punched Bedivere's breastplate.

Bedivere couldn't describe what it felt like to be punched in the chest; he felt as if his soul had been shattered by the blow.

The person in front of him was undoubtedly not an ordinary human being; he had been careless.

The next moment, he coughed up blood and fell off his horse.

Both sides' soldiers rushed forward to seize the man, but Percival, forced to turn back to rescue him due to the speed of his warhorses, could only continue forward, blocking some of the Roman soldiers.

But Rome was closer and had more people, and Bedivere became the first Knight of the Round Table to be captured. At that moment, he wished he could end his own life.

Lucius then charged toward Davidian, who was still fighting his way through the crowd, but Davidian killed off the surrounding Roman soldiers with a single sword stroke.

He then looked up at Lucius charging towards him; he had clearly seen Bedivere's miserable state. If he wasn't careful, his fate probably wouldn't be much better than Bedivere's.

"Dragon Knight! Rome is coming!"

Lucius shouted wildly, but Davidian didn't respond. He simply lowered his body slightly, sheathed his sword, and assumed a drawing-and-slash stance. The outcome of the cavalry charge against the infantry hinged on this single move.

The moment Lucius charged in front of him, both men swung their weapons simultaneously. Blood spurted from the warhorse as Lucius's beloved horse was cleaved in two by Davian.

David was also sent flying backward by the enormous impact of the man and horse becoming one; such a massive impact was not something that could be easily absorbed.

"Lord Davidian!" Just as Bouss was about to go to Davidian's aid, Lucius, who had just landed, rushed towards him.

Just as Bose was about to swing his sword in retaliation, Lucius rushed into his paint and grabbed his wrist.

With a forceful twist, he fractured Boss's wrist bone on the spot, and in excruciating pain, Boss immediately dropped his sword.

Lucius then grabbed him and threw him back into his own pack of knights.

As expected of the Roman emperor, he captured Bedivere and Bose in one fell swoop.

David has fought so many wars, and this is the first time he has suffered such a great loss.

At this moment, David was truly furious; he couldn't let those two people be taken away like this no matter what.

Percival, returning from his journey, rode up to Davian and asked him what to do next. Davian didn't say much, only instructing him to go and rescue Bedivere.

We must rescue Bedivere and Bose no matter what, even if it means liberating the Holy Lance.

"Once you've rescued Bedivere and Bouss, retreat immediately. Listen carefully, Percival, I will do everything in my power to hold off Lucius. So even if it costs you your life, you must rescue those two!"

After saying this, Davidian charged towards Lucius. Percival, without hesitation, spurred his warhorse and led the remaining Sixth Company towards the rear of the Roman coalition, determined to rescue Bedivere and Bose at all costs.

Lucius watched Davidian charging towards him and couldn't help but say, "Oh? Are you still going to oppose Rome? You've got guts."

Davidian didn't respond; he simply closed in on Lucius at top speed. The two immediately clashed, Davidian wielding his dark sword against Lucius.

Given the need to fight to the death, Lucius is arguably the strongest enemy he has ever faced.

Lucius, fueled by madness, swung his sword relentlessly, his skill so exceptional that even Davidian was amazed.

But what Davidian needs to do now is to hold off Lucius at all costs. He believes that no one in Lucius's army is stronger than Percival, the wielder of the Holy Lance, and he is confident that he can save those two.

"You think that will work? Even if that knight with the Holy Lance rescues those two, so what? This battle won't decide anything. Rome will win, Rome will win!"

Their swords clashed, and Lucius suddenly exerted force, trying to overpower Davidian. His crazed expression and words certainly put Davidian under immense pressure.

But David gathered his strength and forced Lucius back. He said in a deep voice:

"No, Britain will shatter your ambitions! The people of Britain are not slaves of the Romans! Our King will prevail! Britain will prevail!"

"Is that so? Then you, your sword, and your king! will all belong to Rome!"

Lucius pointed his sword at David, and his last two sentences deeply enraged David.

With a roar, Davidian once again swung his sword at Lucius, his rage now uncontrollable.

Chapter 110 Anguish

Finally, after a full day, both sides had to call a retreat. Under Winchenribu's command, the Tenth Company unleashed a torrent of arrows, successfully covering the retreat of all its soldiers.

Percival did not disappoint Davidian in the end. Although he was forced to release the Holy Lance to a small extent, he successfully rescued Bedivere and Bouss.

David took a deep breath before thanking Percival for his contribution in the battle. If he were alone, holding off Lucius would have been his limit.

"You are too modest. We are complementary to each other. If you hadn't held back that Sword Emperor, I wouldn't have been able to save them both."

Percival put away his holy lance, and now only the four of them remained in the tent.

Bedivere was the most seriously injured and could only lie in bed. Boss also fractured his wrist, and it was unknown how long it would take to recover. Suddenly, their situation became extremely precarious.

"Take credit for it. Alright, Winzenrib. How are the losses today?"

After Percival accepted the credit, David turned to Wincenrib, wanting to know about the day's losses.

"Five hundred and thirty-three were killed in action, one hundred and twelve were lightly wounded, and two hundred and twenty-three were seriously wounded and retired. The casualty ratio between the two sides was roughly one to two, and we did not have a particular advantage."

Wincenrib was also troubled. They had the advantage, but their numerical disadvantage remained unchanged. Right now, both sides were merely advance troops. A full-blown battle would have to wait until King Arthur arrived.

David couldn't help but rub his temples. Without a decisive blow, both sides would be plunged into an endless mill of bloody war. Indeed, they would have to wait until their king and his army arrived.

"Hmm, everyone go and rest. I'll think about this for a while. It seems we'll have to adopt a strategy of temporarily avoiding battle. Order the patrolling soldiers to be careful and alert, lest they be ambushed. We must hold this camp firmly and wait for the King to arrive."

After David finished speaking, he waved his hand, signaling them to go and rest. The situation was indeed difficult to handle.

Percival and Wincenrib understood his thoughts, so they said nothing more and took their leave. After the two left, David sighed helplessly.

He took out the fantasy book of the Evil King Dragon; if the situation were more dangerous today, he would not be able to resist opening the book.

Fortunately, the battle was eventually resolved within a controllable range, and he got up and headed towards Bedivere's tent.

When he arrived, he happened to see Bedivere leaning against the bed looking at today's battle report.

David walked over with a wry smile. Bedivere heard his footsteps and put down the battle report he was holding.