Davidian's Holy Grail War

"It seems we've won this time!" Percival shouted, leading the remaining knights out of the battlefield and preparing to turn their horses around for a second charge.

His charge had completely shattered the defensive lines organized by Lucius's guards. Now, the entire Roman defenses were in utter chaos, and their victory was virtually assured.

Lucius never expected that the knight wielding the Holy Lance could turn the battlefield into what it is now; the battlefield is no longer under his control.

No matter how strong his leadership, he couldn't stabilize the battlefield now. No, he had to retreat; he had to find a way to go back and regroup.

But Davidian wouldn't give him that chance. He patted the pages of his fantasy book, and an evil dragon leaped out from the pages and crashed into Lucius.

Lucius was knocked off his horse by the astonishing blow, and Davidian immediately rushed to his side, giving him no chance to escape the battlefield.

If Lucius dares to turn his back on Davian, Davian will surely cleave him in two.

Now Lucius is no longer as at ease as he was at the beginning; Davidian has him pinned down like a true evil dragon.

If he were to be careless in any way, he would surely be killed by Davidian.

Just as his personal guards were about to reorganize their defensive line, Stephen, who had recovered his strength, led the elite soldiers of the First Company to hold them off once again.

Stephen was also taken aback; he hadn't expected Percival to so utterly destroy the entire Roman rear guard. He had charged from the rear all the way to the front, decisively breaking the Roman army's momentum.

Now, if they just put in a little more effort, they could even turn the chaotic battle into a pursuit and annihilation war!

"You will stay here! Emperor of the Sword of Rome, I will never let you leave this battlefield alive!"

David's dark sword was wreathed in deep, dark energy as he did his best to suppress Lucius.

Although he always felt that he was just a hair's breadth away from killing Lucius, Lucius lived up to his title as the Emperor of the Sword, and that one step was all he could keep David from crossing.

"We won't give you that chance! Rome—Rome won't fall here!"

Lucius roared as he blocked each of David's attacks, just like a reed in a storm.

Although he was at a disadvantage, he held firm and did not give Davidian a chance to break through.

However, at that moment, a strong golden light shone from behind David.

Lucius was nearly blinded by the intense light and could only rely on his years of swordsmanship instincts and a little bit of vision to block Davidian's attack.

But Davidian only exchanged a few blows with him before immediately leaving his side. He knew best what that golden light was.

"The breath of gathered stars! The radiant flow of life!"

Artoria rode her warhorse, the holy spear in her hand transformed into a holy sword, and all the immense golden magic power was concentrated on her holy sword.

This time, she didn't choose a wide-ranging, destructive light attack; instead, she opted for a concentrated attack that focused magical energy on a single point. With this strike, she would sever the last rays of Rome's light!

Lucius sensed something was wrong as Artoria charged toward him, but at this moment he had no choice but to fight back with all his might.

He gripped the sword with both hands and immediately began unleashing the Demon Sword Florent: "Blessings of Flora, the Goddess of Flowers, grant Rome the glory of victory! Emperor's Sword Florent!"

"Take this! Excalibur!"

The golden Star Sword, carrying immense power, clashed head-on with the crimson Emperor's Demon Sword Florent, but Lucius's preparations were still too hasty.

Under normal circumstances, he might have been able to drag the confrontation between the two sides to the very end.

But in the current situation, Artoria has gained an absolute advantage.

The golden light eventually overwhelmed the crimson magic and devoured the wielder of the demonic sword. To Lucius's disbelief, the blade of the holy sword severed him and his demonic sword.

It was at this very moment that Rome's final glimmer of glory was extinguished by the red dragon of Britain. Even if Rome were to continue existing, it too would slowly approach its end.

"The Roman emperor is dead! Surrender and we may spare your lives! If you do not surrender, we will exterminate you all!"

Artoria glanced at Lucius's corpse on the ground, then shouted across the battlefield.

With the help of Davidian and her, they successfully killed the Roman emperor and captured the most valuable objective of the battle.

The moment the emperor died in battle, the morale of the Roman coalition completely collapsed, and the sound of throwing down their weapons rose and fell.

Only Lucius's personal guard launched a desperate charge against Artoria, but their charge was merely their final act.

Davidian, along with the other British soldiers, slaughtered all the royal guards who refused to surrender.

At this moment, the war truly came to an end.

The work then moved to its conclusion. Under the leadership of Percival and Wincenrib, the British army began to seize the Roman army's weapons and take inventory of their personnel.

Under David's orders, the First Company began collecting the bodies from the battlefield. Artoria, along with David, then personally collected Lucius's body, preparing to return it to Rome.

"It's all thanks to you that we were able to win the battle, David."

Artoria smiled and praised David, saying that winning this battle was truly the best possible outcome. This meant the war between Rome and Britain could now be temporarily put to rest.

Chapter 120 Cruel Yet Real

The war ultimately ended with Rome's complete defeat and Lucius's death.

Artoria carefully collected Lucius's body and placed Florent, who had been broken in two, into the coffin as well, before handing them over to the Roman senator who had accompanied Lucius and was still alive.

"I spared you so that you could take these corpses back to Rome and convey my message to all the nobles and senators in Rome."

The corpses I'm sending are my tribute to Rome. If they're not satisfied, I can go to Rome and pay them even more of this tribute.

Artoria coldly addressed the dozen or so surviving councilors, ordering them to lead the Roman coalition forces they were involved in to leave the area and return to Rome.

The councilors listened to the King's declaration with trepidation, then clenched their buttocks and thanked their king for his grace before leaving. David and Winzenrib, behind them, were trying not to laugh.

Because some of the surviving members of parliament were the very people who had come to Britain to swagger around and demand tribute, David and Winchenrib could only laugh at their pathetic state.

After the councilors left, the arrogant Romans immediately slunk away from the Sessoni Valley.

The speed at which they ran away left David speechless. These guys were really good for nothing, but they were number one at running away.

"If you want to laugh, you can just laugh out loud, you don't have to hold it in."

Artoria couldn't help but say this when she saw David trying to suppress his laughter, but David couldn't help but burst into laughter upon hearing the King's words.

"Those damned Romans came to Britain to show off their power, and now we've beaten them to a pulp. They deserve it!"

David laughed for a while, then returned to normal. After all, it's something to laugh about and move on; they still had a lot to do.

Artoria then took off her helmet and handed it to Merlin beside her, then said to Davian:

"Would you like to walk with me for a bit? Merlin, why don't you go and take care of those matters first? After this battle is over, we can return to Britain."

"Yes, my lord." Merlin respectfully left the scene.

David turned and winked at Winzenrib, who bowed to him and then left.

Davidian stayed by Artoria's side, and the two strolled together during the brief respite after the great battle. As they walked, Artoria said:

"This major battle is over, and we've suffered considerable losses. We'll probably need a long time to recuperate after we get back. What do you think our next strategic move should be?"

David tilted his head and voiced his thoughts:

"Let's rest and recuperate for now until Camelot is completely finished. The remaining Saxons on the island already know their good days are over, don't they?"

Before we even engage in war with them, they will undoubtedly try every means to plunder everything they can. Let the other lords bear that burden for now.

His idea was simple: regardless of whether King Perinoa and his allied forces had won the war against the Five Kings, the forces directly under the King had suffered heavy losses in the battle against Rome.

Both soldiers and supplies were consumed in large quantities. Although the victory in the war against Rome could make up for the loss of supplies, soldiers are not something that can be replenished as easily as in a video game.

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If we continue the war against the Saxons under the current circumstances, regardless of victory or defeat, it will lead to an excessive weakening of our king's power.

To avoid a counterattack from the island's kings due to ambition or other reasons, they should make thorough preparations before launching a decisive battle against the alien race.

That must be the final battle on this island of Britain; they are sure to win.

"I imagine the kings will be unhappy about this. They'll say that the cold-hearted King Arthur only sees us as bait to fight against the foreign tribes, and doesn't care about their lives at all."

Artoria smiled too; she wasn't unaware of such consequences. But she wasn't particularly bothered; sometimes, such sacrifices were necessary. For the ultimate peace of Britain, as queen, she had to be prepared.

"I'm sorry, this is the only way I can come up with with my intelligence."

After all, not all the guys on the island are truly loyal to you. I must weaken their power to maintain our dominance over the whole of Britain.

Only in this way can you ensure the long-term stability and prosperity of your kingdom.

Davidian wasn't unaware of these things, but for Artoria's sake, he had no other choice but to resort to this drastic measure.

Then Davidian seemed to remember something, and suddenly smiled and said:

"Besides, you can say that this is all my idea. I don't care about these insults. Let them say what they want. It's not like I'm going to lose anything. Their voices are just useless barking to my ears."

Hearing his words, Artoria couldn't help but laugh, but then a gloomy look appeared on her face.

In preparation for this war against Rome, she once again completely drained several villages and towns.

The villagers were even forced to leave their homeland and go to the vicinity of Camelot to start anew in order to make a living, which in fact aroused the resentment of many knights towards her.

Davidon saw through her thoughts, after all, he had been involved in those things.

He even exploited Kane Village, which had once taken him in, to the point of exhaustion. David would occasionally recall the look in Spade's eyes before he went to Camelot.

Those were eyes of resentment and incomprehension; he couldn't understand how David, who once harbored dreams and kindness, had become like this.

"Don't dwell on those things. Sometimes there's no other way. I don't like those things either, but we have to do them. As for those guys who don't understand you..."

That's chivalry for you; they believe that victory in battle should be achieved without sacrificing others. But how can there be such a victory? It's nothing but a pipe dream.

Once war begins, small villages will no longer be among the things that those knights and lords should protect.