Davidian's Holy Grail War

Unless they burn down all the great things we have built, and then, through their dancing flames, scorn our achievements.”

After saying all this, it's unclear whether it was a final burst of energy before death or the power he gained from the liquid he had just drunk from the Holy Grail.

With his last strength, he looked up to the sky and shouted, "Did you hear me, my king! We will remain loyal forever!"

His response was a hail of arrows and short spears; under this final long-range attack, the remaining less than one hundred warriors of the Glorious Eternal Legion lost their lives.

Even though this is the last time, I still long to continue fighting for my king.

Davidian miraculously maintained his stance at the last moment, despite countless arrows and spears piercing his body.

But in the final moments of his life, he still held the battle flag of the glorious Eternal Legion, and with a resolute expression, he stepped into the underworld.

Dragon Knight, Legendary Swordsman, Lord of Camelot, Davidan Slyrek – fallen.

On this day, the Britons shattered their own miracle.

Chapter 161 The Prelude to Destruction

After the massive rebellion ended, the various lords began to quickly clean up the battlefield.

They have eliminated the biggest obstacle on British soil, and now it is time to gather others who are willing to rebel against King Arthur and defeat him if he were to return to Britain.

Including David, the bodies of six thousand soldiers of the Glorious Perpetual Legion were identified and then buried together. However, they were buried separately from the soldiers of the Allied Forces, and a simple stone tablet was erected here.

Although they used a despicable trap to annihilate the Glorious Perpetual Legion out of principle, they also acknowledged the contributions the other side made to this British island.

Mordred didn't dare say anything inappropriate at this time, after all, she herself had risen through the ranks of the Glorious Eternal Legion.

If her heart hadn't been completely plunged into darkness at this moment, she would never have done such a despicable thing as betraying the person who watched her grow up.

However, she immediately ordered her men to pursue Winginrib, since there was no trace of his body. She knew he must have escaped through the Dark Sword's dark space, and she couldn't let him get away, or things would become very complicated.

However, while they dared to move the corpses of the glorious Eternal Legion warriors, they dared not approach David, who was still standing there holding the flag.

His face remained resolute and unyielding, as if even death could not stop his fight, and he would continue to fight against all the traitors here.

Until someone came to the battlefield; she had traveled thousands of miles just for him.

“Mother.” Mordred greeted the visitor with respect. According to Morgan’s plan, she was getting closer and closer to her goal. Obtaining all of Britain and being crowned queen—it was all within reach.

“You’ve done a great job. Quickly, let Camelot fall from within. The news of David’s death hasn’t reached back yet, so you can return to Camelot quickly by marching day and night.”

Morgan's words came from behind the black veil, reiterating Mordred's next course of action. Mordred nodded, then immediately led her remaining knightly troops toward Camelot.

After Mordred left, Morgan walked coldly to David's side.

She removed the black veil that covered her beautiful face, then reached out and gently pushed the most noble banner of the Glorious Perpetual Legion in David's hand.

The flag fell, and David slowly collapsed toward Morgan. Finally, he fell into Morgan's arms.

Morgan cradled his body and slowly knelt on the ground. She gently stroked David's gradually cooling face, gazing at his last expression before death.

After watching for a while, she waved her hand, her wide sleeves brushing against Davidian's body.

The bloodstains and wounds had disappeared under her magic, the torn clothes had been repaired, and even his ferocious face became peaceful the moment his eyes closed.

"I've finally got you. But I still feel unsatisfied. What about our eternal fidelity? Isn't it said that our fidelity after death is to be dedicated to me?"

Morgan murmured a lament over his corpse, and no one around dared to approach or disturb the two of them.

She lowered her head and sniffed David's scent: "Hmm, it smells like the Crimson Dragon. It really annoys me, since you should be smelling like me."

The next moment, both sides disappeared from the battlefield.

They reappeared not in Camelot, but in Orkney.

This was Morgan's final act of revenge against Davidian; she refused to bury him in Camelot's courtyard.

She wanted to bury David in Orkney forever, so that he would always be under her watchful eye.

She didn't even want Artoria to see David's body; this was her revenge, even if it left her with only emptiness.

Because she lost the living, breathing Davidian, the person who truly loved her and whom she loved in return.

Before burying David in the grave that had already been dug, Morgan kissed his cold lips one last time.

This was both their last kiss and their first.

Finally, David was placed in a coffin and buried in the tomb that had been prepared for him.

Morgan himself placed the tombstone on it, which already bore the epitaph Morgan had written for David.

Here I bury those I love and those who love me—Morgan Slaughter

Once all this was done, Morgan disappeared. There was no need to stay in Orkney anymore; Britain would soon end in endless war.

There was nothing more she needed to do.

Several months later, Artoria had already finished her war with Rome and boarded a warship to return to Britain.

Although she lost two ships and hundreds of soldiers in the battle against Rome, she won many times more than she lost.

The soldiers on deck beamed with joy; the long-standing war with the foreign race was finally over.

Although the years of disasters meant all we could do was pray for divine intervention, the struggles between people had finally come to an end.

Even the soldiers, weary from the hardships of life, had hope in their eyes.

They repeated "There's still a sliver of hope" as if it were a mantra.

Yes, now that they have this opportunity to rest and recuperate, they will be much better off.

But at that moment, Artoria saw something drifting on the sea. It was a person, and someone Artoria knew well.

Winzenrib, the standard-bearer of the Glorious Perpetual Legion and David's most trusted second-in-command, is adrift at sea like this? What happened?

She quickly sent someone to fetch a doctor, then jumped off the boat and ran over using her ability to walk on water.

As she got closer, she was even more certain that this was indeed Winkinrib, and what was even more terrifying was that a sword was tightly strapped to his back.

Artoria recognized the sword immediately; it was Davian's dark sword, Moonshade. What exactly happened? What transpired in Britain?

Without hesitation, Artoria picked him up and, with a burst of magical power, leaped back onto her ship. The doctor had just come out when Wingenipeg immediately woke up.

"Are you awake! Lord Winziner, hang in there! Doctor, come quick, doctor!"

Artoria had barely uttered a couple of calls when she realized that Vincenrib had already reached out and gripped her wrist tightly. Artoria looked at Vincenrib in surprise; his strength was far beyond what one would expect from a dying person.

Despite being severely injured and extremely weak, Vincenzo used the last of his life to say everything he needed to say in one breath:

"My King! Mordred has betrayed us! The seven great clans and the various lords have colluded with this traitor. The Glorious Legion has been annihilated, and Lord David has been betrayed and killed by Mordred! Camelot has fallen!"

After he finished speaking, the hand that was gripping Artoria's wrist fell limply to the ground.

In silence, Artoria removed the dark sword from his back, laid his body flat on the deck, and then closed Wingenrib's eyes.

At that moment, she couldn't help but bite her lip, and the last glorious warrior of the Eternal Legion died before her eyes.

Undeterred by hardship, he crossed the entire British Isles and sailed out to sea, seeking an opportunity to inform the King in advance of everything that was happening on the island of Britain.

And Heaven blessed this brave warrior, allowing him to complete his mission and pass away peacefully.

Chapter 162 The End of Britain

Artoria stood up, showing no sign of weakness or confusion even at this moment.

Since those people on the British Isles have repaid her great achievements with such betrayal, she will not let it go easily.

For the first time, a desire for revenge ignited in her heart, and the news of David's death made her realize that there was no turning back.

Davidian's prophecy foretold that Britain would be destroyed in fierce war. And now it seems that this prophecy is truly about to come true.

But Artoria, who had restrained herself her entire life, chose to succumb to her desires at this moment. She wanted revenge! She wanted to avenge Davian!

Since those people are so foolish as to want to destroy her and David's dream, then let death come upon them and make them understand just how shameful this is!

"Set sail! Speed ​​up and head back! We must make those fools understand that this is not over yet. This is just a mere rebellion; we can't just suppress them like this!"

Her voice, amplified by her own magic, resounded throughout the fleet, and all the warships immediately increased their speed.

They must now hasten their return to Britain and show those people who truly is the ruler of Britain.

Immediately, warriors stepped forward to gather Winncilib's gradually cooling body, while Artoria walked towards the bow of the ship with the Dark Sword.

Facing the boundless sea, Artoria held the holy sword that Davian had used for more than twenty years in her hands. To whom could she tell her sorrow at this moment?

The only one in the world who would unconditionally support her no matter what she did, the one who loved and respected her, has already left her.

[Didn't we say we'd fight to the very end together? Why did you leave first?]

Silent tears streamed down her face; she didn't cry out, just wept silently. But then she gripped her sword with one hand and used her free hand to wipe away her tears.

I will avenge you! Davidian, I promise!

Only at this moment did she relinquish her self-imposed requirements as a knight and as a king.

To hell with protecting Britain, I'm going to avenge David!

But as they approached the harbor, they were met with Mordred and the rebel lords' well-prepared army.

Our side was exhausted, while the enemy was well prepared; this should have been a battle at a complete disadvantage.

However, Gawain, who was recuperating in Orkney, immediately led his men to the battlefield after hearing the news of Mordred's betrayal. He arrived at Sandwich at this critical moment and led the king out of the encirclement.