Davian Holy Grail War

This was already a great temptation, and King Claudes promised a generous reward. For ordinary soldiers, being able to take away a portion of Benwick's territory meant that they would be canonized as knights.

Even the noble knights would not mind expanding their territory further.

Charles knew that this was not a good order. King Claudes was upset by this sudden guy and gave such an order.

Although the other side has a small number of people, as a commando team, each of them must be a selected elite, not to mention such an extraordinary knight as the spearhead.

But he knew even more clearly that there would always be brave men when there was a big reward, and now many people were dazzled by the one-tenth of Wick's territory.

He was afraid that he could not stop these people from dying, so he could only lead his team to resist Davidian.

He felt that with his martial arts skills, it should not be a problem to hold off Davian for a while. As long as he could hold him off, he could make a judgment based on the situation on the battlefield.

But he overestimated himself, or rather underestimated Davian.

Before the two sides fought, he already understood why the soldiers on his front line were either killed or simply unwilling to get close to Davian - his aura was so strong that even Charles trembled.

Although Charles couldn't see Davian's face clearly because of the helmet, he could still sense that his strong murderous aura had locked onto him.

He immediately knew that Davian had locked his identity based on his armor and mental appearance, but he fired the bow without turning back. Now that it's here, he can only fight it with all his strength.

But in the first round of the fight between the two sides, Davian swung the Dark Sword and split his sword and his men apart.

"Holy Sword User..." He could only say these few words in the end. He never thought that he would be killed so easily, and he was even unable to resist.

And in the incredulous eyes of King Claudes behind him, the upper half of Charles' body flew out, and his lower half fell to the ground.

In one round, his general was killed by Davian.

Davian killed him just like he had killed the soldiers and knights before him, without any waves or ups and downs.

Even though there were fewer and fewer commandos around him, Davian was not affected at all and continued to fight and even charge with all his might.

"How is this possible!" King Claudes roared in disbelief. The moment before, they still had the upper hand on the battlefield and seemed to be able to see the final victory.

But the next moment, his trusted general was killed, and his army was beaten to pieces by Lancelot who led his entire army to attack. Victory had left him, and he would have to drink the bitter fruit of failure.

As he watched Davian approaching him, his desire to live overwhelmed all other thoughts in his mind. He immediately ordered a retreat and left the battlefield with all his men.

Davidian did not pursue further, although he was confident that he could escape even if it was a trap, but at the moment, the most important thing was to put victory in the entire battlefield first.

He turned and led the remaining commandos towards the knights who were still fighting.

After this final slaughter, all the enemies finally laid down their weapons and expressed their willingness to surrender to Benwick.

Chapter 43 Now

When the battle was over and Lancelot began to count the damage and casualties, Davian sat down on the ground in an undignified manner, and his transformation was automatically cancelled.

At this time, most of his body was clean. Under the protection of the evil dragon armor, the blood of the enemies did not splash on him, so that he was now even cleaner than Lancelot, the coach.

He wasn't even injured, and he could easily dodge or block most of the enemy's attacks.

If he really couldn't avoid it, he could use the armor on his body to withstand it.

In his transformed state, the armor he wore was made of the metal of a very rare holy sword blade, and ordinary swords could not break through the armor's defense.

But the fatigue could not be relieved so quickly. He had no intention of conserving his energy in the previous battle.

Davian attacked King Claudes's front line with all his strength, and thus achieved the most amazing results at the fastest speed.

At this moment, he didn't even want to move a finger. He just wanted to have a good rest before going back.

Lancelot, who was counting the casualties, was sincerely grateful to Davian for his contribution to this battle. With just one attack, he broke through the enemy's center line, created the greatest casualties in this battle, and laid the foundation for victory on the entire battlefield.

He thought that Davian would be able to live up to their expectations, but he didn't expect that Davian would be much better than they thought. Even if he led the death squad himself, he would not do better than Davian.

When he thoroughly counted the casualties on the battlefield, he was even more surprised. There were 5,000 killed, 7,000 wounded, and 3,000 captured and surrendered without being injured.

In just one battle, King Claudes lost half of his army. If we count the deaths of high-ranking, middle-ranking and low-ranking officers among the 15,000 men, this battle almost wiped out King Claudes.

Our own losses, with 2,000 killed and 5,000 seriously injured, were quite heavy, but it could be said to be a great victory.

I believe this battle will intimidate the remaining French princes, and no one will dare to attack Benwick for a while.

"Thank you, you brought us a victory." Randy Luce came over and handed a kettle to Davian. Davian took a sip of water and felt a little better.

"How many of the people who attacked with me are still alive?" Davian just asked this question, and he couldn't care about other things for the time being.

"Including me, there are still 275 people. Don't take it to heart. Originally, we were prepared to survive for a dozen or even the entire army. Now more than half of them are still alive. This is your credit. . And for those who died in battle, His Highness Lancelot will take care of the pensions."

Landilus' words silenced Davian. The fate of a warrior is to go to the battlefield and die or come back alive. The soldiers who died in the battle had already accepted the current results before going to the battlefield, and it was not their turn to say anything.

Lantilus left after this simple conversation. He had other things to do and he and Davian were not familiar with each other. There was nothing to say between the two.

Lancelot came to Davian's side at this time. He had already finished his work. Now let everyone who has experienced this battle rest for a while before returning to the camp.

"You look very tired. Thank you so much. If it weren't for you, even if I could win this war, I'm afraid the losses would be too great for us to accept."

Lancelot didn't look well either. His body was covered in blood and his cloak had been lost somewhere long ago.

It's just that his years of training have given him more physical advantages than Davian. After all, Davian has not been training for that long.

"It's nothing. It's just what I'm supposed to do. And as you can see, I'm not injured, right?"

Davian still remembers the injury he suffered that time. That battle with the demon pig made him suffer a lot. But if it wasn't for that time, he would not have accepted the power of the Dark Sword.

Then perhaps, there wouldn't be so many things happening now.

Lancelot finally smiled with relief after hearing his words. He sat down next to Davian and said:

"Rest well when you return. I will ask my father to prepare the best celebration banquet for you. But after this war, you are also planning to return to Britain, right?"

"Well, I have done what I should do, and I have met the people I should meet. The day is approaching, and it is time for me to go back. After all, I will face my future fate in Britain, not in France."

Davian took out a piece of cloth and wiped off all the blood on the Dark Sword. After all, this was a holy sword, and it was really disrespectful to leave it stained with blood.

"Then I won't say anything more. I'm going to see how the bodies of the victims have been collected. If the emergency treatment of the wounded soldiers has been completed, we can return to the camp."

After a brief exchange of greetings, Lancelot went back to check on the post-war handling. The enemy's bodies didn't matter, they could be burned or buried.

But it would be best to transport the bodies of our own troops back to Benwick for burial. As for the wounded, those who can still fight should be left behind, and those who have lost their ability to fight should also be arranged for follow-up placement after discharge.

Watching Lancelot running around busying himself again, Davian felt as if he saw his future self. At this time, he was just a helper or a mercenary, so he could sit here and rest at leisure.

But in the future, he will have to take on more responsibilities and do more things, just like Lancelot now.

After collecting the bodies of their own victims and dealing with related matters, everyone set off back to the camp.

Tonelli was standing at the entrance of the camp, and she never turned her head when countless people passed by her, until Davian appeared in her sight.

And Davian also saw her, and at this moment he felt truly comforted and relaxed.

So he calmly said to Tonellico: "I'm back, and I'll keep coming back."

"Well, welcome back." Tonellico walked up to him and gave him a warm hug.

Davian was stunned for a moment, an inexplicable emotion welling up in his heart. After such a great battle, he received such a simple reward, but it gave him the greatest feeling.

Tonellico's simple hug had a far better effect than she had imagined.

Davian also reached out and hugged her, and the two of them enjoyed the relaxation after the battle. Lancelot just glanced at her and then withdrew his gaze.

The knights and soldiers who passed by also showed him approval. They all knew how bravely Davian had fought on the battlefield just now.

Although it cannot be said that he turned the entire battle situation around single-handedly, it can also be said that he made a great contribution.

So they all silently blessed Davidian and Tonellico in their hearts, hoping that they could have a happy ending.

Chapter 44 Making a choice

That day, the news of Davidian's bravery in killing the enemy spread throughout France.

Everyone thought that Benwick had a second Lancelot, and for a moment they were even afraid that Benwick would use this great victory to invade the surrounding areas.

They didn't feel relieved until they received intelligence that Lancelot had returned to the royal city of Benwick with his men.

However, later on, limited information about Davian reached the hands of various kings.

They all breathed a sigh of relief after they confirmed that this guy was not a French knight and was not loyal to Benwick.

Having Lancelot, the Knight of the Lake, is enough of a headache, and if there is also Davian, the Dragon Knight, they will really have a sleepless night.

With such a great victory, Davidian completely established his name.

Even Britain got the news soon after. The knight who roared the dragon fought bloody battles on the battlefield and defeated the enemy, and personally killed Charles, the number one general of King Claudes.

And they found it even more interesting that such a person had not yet been knighted.

Many kings have thought of recruiting him. After all, the current era is chaotic. If you have such a powerful knight to be loyal to you, you will definitely be able to seize the opportunity in the future.

But after knowing that there was a Tonelliko by his side and knowing her true identity, many people simply put an end to all their thoughts.

Because they know that this is not a matter they should get involved in, unless they are really stupid.

No one wanted to go up against Britain's second most powerful magician at this time, no one.

Of course, Davian didn't know that.

He also didn't know that Tonelli beside him was not as good at magic as she appeared to be, nor did he know that the magic blessings he had received were already the top-level blessings.

He and Tonellico were now enjoying the private celebratory banquet that King Ban had prepared for them, and all the dishes that they usually wouldn't bring out were now brought out.

But it's a pity that Davian can't eat much even if he eats freely, which is completely different from Lancelot who is eating and drinking next to him...

Even the class king felt a little embarrassed. He couldn't help but said: "I'm sorry for making you laugh."

"It's alright, respected King Ban. After all, there are no outsiders here, right? Just let Lancelot eat to his heart's content."

Davian smiled. He probably understood the reason.

To generate more magic power, one naturally needs to absorb more. As a modern man, he and these descendants of the Age of Gods have a natural difference in magic circuits.

Without the blessing of the Dark Sword, he would not have been able to sustain his burst of power for such a long time on the battlefield.

You know, after that battle, Lancelot didn't look very tired, but Davian was really exhausted.

This is the essential physical difference between them, which cannot be made up by any other means.

"I am extremely grateful for your help. Please rest here for a while. We have arranged the ship back to Britain and all your living needs for you."

King Ban raised his glass and saluted Davian first, and Davian immediately responded with due courtesy. Elena was watching the people in front of her with a smile on her face, unable to suppress the joy.

Lancelot finished his meal and wiped his mouth, as if the six plates next to him had nothing to do with him.

Davian couldn't help but sigh that it would be great if he could eat that much. The two plates on his side were really simple compared to Lancelot's.

"To be honest, I haven't had such delicious food in Britain. Thank you very much, both of you."

Tonellico also wiped her mouth gracefully. What she said was true. There was really no chef in Britain who could cook such exquisite and delicious dishes.

After she came here, she did eat a lot of good food thanks to Davian.

"If I could hear your praise, I think the chief chef of the palace would be very happy too."

Lancelot was very happy. The praise from these two people showed that there was no problem with his hospitality. Then such a private celebration banquet was worth it.

This trip to France was indeed not in vain. Davian made new friends here, made a name for himself, and his relationship with Tonellico improved to a higher level.

After the private celebration banquet was over, Davian and Tonelli took a slow walk in the courtyard of the palace.

At this moment, Tonellico suddenly took his hand, and the two of them stopped and leaned against each other intimately, looking up at the stars.

After a while, while Tonellico was immersed in this atmosphere, Davian suddenly said: "Do you know?"

His sudden and puzzling words aroused Tonellico's curiosity. She turned her gaze from the starry sky back to Davian's profile, looking forward to what he would say next.

Davian then began to slowly tell the things he had not said to Tonelico and Merlin:

“When I was training, although it was very hard and lonely, I always had a little optimism about the future in my heart, which was the motivation that supported me.

So after finishing sword training and learning knowledge at night, I will find the best place to look at the stars and imagine what great deeds and adventures are waiting for me in Britain in the future. "

He also withdrew his gaze, turned around, held Tonelico's hand and said to her:

"And now, it seems that the legend of me, Davian Slerik, has truly reached a milestone.

I have you by my side, and I have these friends I know who I can trust my life with.

Why can't we work together? Why can't we work together for Britain's survival? Why must we fight to the death?"

Tonelli smiled at this time, a helpless smile.

Davian's words were definitely not premeditated. He must have just thought of them suddenly and said them. He is such a straightforward person, and the outspokenness of young people is fully demonstrated in him.