Davian Holy Grail War

The other party stopped and tapped the ground lightly with his staff.

The magic light bullet came towards Davian, and he immediately swung his sword to deflect the attack. The opponent had made his intention clear: stop him or kill him.

"You go and find the other brothers from Dalian to ensure the suppression of the city. I will deal with this guy alone."

Davian focused all his attention on the old man in front of him named Anagumas. Since he said so, it meant that he was here to play with his life.

A magician who was risking his life, he didn't dare to be sure how powerful the other party was.

When the soldiers of the First Company wanted to say something else, Davian just waved his hand and signaled them to leave. They couldn't get involved in this kind of battle. If they really had to forcefully join the battle, it would just distract Davian from taking care of them.

So they said nothing more and all turned to other areas to suppress the enemies in the city.

And after they left, Anagumas said, "I can see that you are confused, Dragon Knight. What else can you be confused about at this moment?"

"Where are the residents of this city? Where did everyone go? Also, why are those warriors outside the city so brutal?"

Davian swung his sword towards Anagumas, asking questions as he attacked. If a brief conversation could distract Anagumas, he might be able to kill him with one blow.

"Haha, they have all turned into blood food for His Majesty Vortigern and have become part of the king. Although they are insignificant lives, they did play a role at the last moment. As for the soldiers outside the city, they were not fighting with their own will."

Anagumas said as he swung his staff, and a dark whirlwind rose up from Davian's side, forcing him back.

At the same time, Davian could see that the old man's body was changing. His hunched body was becoming more upright, and the wrinkles on his face were fading. He actually turned into a middle-aged man in front of Davian!

But what shocked Davian even more was his words. He couldn't help but ask, "Became Vortigern's blood food? Could it be that Vortigern gave them all to... bastard!"

At the same time, he also understood why some people began to surrender after the brilliance of the Holy Sword appeared just now. It was the light of the holy sword that drove away the evil will attached to the soldiers of the Vortigern Army.

He was furious that the cruel Vortigern had reached such a level.

But now he has no way to escape from here, because Anagumas's magic attacks all carry the concept of curse.

Unlike Morgan's magic that simply seeks destructive power, Anagumas uses dark magic, and each attack carries with it his heavy curse and malice.

"After three and three layers of suppression! One layer of thunder, one layer of fire, and one layer of whirlwind! At the cost of my entire life, this is Anagumas's final mission! Die, die, die, Dragon Knight Davian!"

Of course, returning to youth comes at a price: Anagumas' life. But he doesn't care, as he said, this is his last mission.

Even the Dark Sword couldn't instantly break such an attack. One magic after another surrounded Davian, trapping him firmly in place.

A dark whirlwind with flames and lightning enveloped him. He could only try his best to mobilize the power of his dark sword to nail himself to the spot. Under such a heavy attack, he could only barely protect himself.

[Damn it, I have to hold on! I can't fall! 】

While Davian was struggling to hold on, Gawain and Altria had already rushed into the palace.

What surprised them was that although there was a lot of killing outside, there was not a single ambush or trap in this palace.

It was eerily quiet here, with an ominous cloud hanging over Gawain's heart. He felt like something was a little wrong.

But when they came to the throne, when they saw Vortigern alone, Gawain felt relieved.

But there was only one old man, and they had the king, him, and elite soldiers. This was a battle that didn't require much thought, and their victory was certain.

What's more, there are two holy swords here. No matter how good Vortigern is, can he still defeat the power of these two holy swords?

"Why resist, why deny, why consider yourself a human being?" It turned out that it was Vortigern who spoke first, and Gawain was surprised.

I didn't expect that Vortigern could remain so calm in such an extremely unfavorable situation. But then Gawain thought that he was also the king who ruled Londinium for many years, and it might be the king's self-esteem and heart that supported him.

However, Artoria did not answer him, and Gawain thought that the king thought Vortigern was talking nonsense, so he did not answer.

"Britain must be destroyed, you must be extinct." But then Vortigern's words made Gawain feel that he was really crazy. How could they become extinct and Britain would continue.

"If this island is to be defiled by humans, I will restore it to its original state with my own hands. I will turn great Britain into hell, into a dark paradise where humans will never be able to live in the future."

The dark power gushed out from Vortigern's armor, and a strong sense of oppression attacked everyone from the front. Gawain felt unbelievable, how could a mere old man have such power?

[It was a hole in the world, swallowing up all the hot molten iron, something inhuman that made people feel so cold. The dragon Vortigern, that was the true face of the thing that wanted to lead Britain to destruction.]

This is what Gawain in the future will recall whenever he thinks of this scene. He will never forget that moment.

"What--" Gawain's hesitation at this moment brought them endless crisis, and Vortigern, who had merged with the throne and became a dragon, evaporated all the people on the scene except Gawain and Altria with just one strike.

Gawain was also hit so hard that he lost the strength to fight. He realized that the Vortigern in front of him was the one who devoured the Holy Sword. The more sacred the opponent was, the stronger his power would be.

Kaledin's light was taken away, and the light of the Sword of Victory was like a swaying bonfire in the darkness. But Artoria did not give in. She just waved her sword casually to block Vortigern's attack before walking forward.

"As expected of you, you are the stubborn Lord Gawain, the Knight of the Sun. It seems that even the stomach of a demon dragon cannot fully contain your brilliance."

As she walked forward, she was able to comfort Gawain with a smile and a clear voice. Then, in Gawain's sight, the holy sword in Altria's hand slashed at the dragon in front!

Now, Artoria will face the enemy alone!

Chapter 87 Believe it, believe in that world where everyone can be happy

Layer upon layer of dark magic piled up around Davian, and he felt his body growing heavier.

Yes, the other party cursed him with his life. If such a powerful force could not suppress him, then Anagumas would have no need to live.

"Dragon Knight Davian, have you ever thought about why you are fighting? With your wisdom, can't you see the changes that have taken place on this island?"

At this moment, Anagumas' voice reached Davian's ears, and this voice, like the whisper of a devil, eroded Davian's will.

Anagumas was not only suppressing Davian's body, he was also torturing Davian's spirit.

“What if you kill our King Vortigern? The future of this island will not change. You cannot bring a peaceful future to this island, and you cannot allow those people to safely transition to the next era.

War - only war will become the main theme of this island's future. You will step into an endless cycle called war. Only when you die will you be freed from this endless war. "

Under the torture of this devil's whisper, Davian's strength was further weakened, and he could feel his body beginning to weaken, as if he was about to succumb to Anagumas' magic.

"So, why not lay down your sword and choose liberation? Let this Britain become a dark paradise where humans will never be able to live in the future, and let this great Britain return to its original state.

Come, as long as you put down the sword, you will get eternal sleep. Are you tired? Are you tired already? "

The sound continued to fill Davian's ears, and he almost succumbed to Anagumas' dark spell.

At this moment, he really wanted to let go of his hand, put down his sword, and choose the eternity called death.

Because he knew that what Anagumas said was right. There were princes with ulterior motives on the island, foreign races seeking survival outside the island, and empires on the other side of the continent. Even the world was unwilling to let Britain continue.

The future of this island has been doomed. What awaits Davian is only endless war and ultimate destruction.

He also succumbed to fate, succumbed to the future that the Dark Sword showed him, and gave up Morgan and chose Altria for the so-called rightness.

And now, Anagumas has once again thrown him to the choice of fate. Will he succumb this time as he did in the past?

"But..." But at this moment, Davian recalled what Arturia had said to him.

Come, Davian. Come with me, live for people, live with people, and leave a future for people.

No matter what fate we will suffer in the end, before the result comes, many people are smiling during the process, and I think that must be right. 】

"But she hopes that we, and everyone on this island of Britain, can escape this cycle!!"

Davian roared, and a huge force was transmitted from his heart to his body. He stood up suddenly and raised the dark sword in his hand high. At this moment, the dark sword emitted a purple light.

It felt Davian's heart, and at this moment it completely released itself!

This holy sword, forged by the power of creation in the fantasy world, cut through all the dark spells that stood in Davian's way when wielded by him.

Anagumas was hit by the aftermath of Davian's single blow, and his body split in two and fell to the ground.

Until death came, there was a look of disbelief in his eyes. He couldn't believe that he would be killed by such a sword.

After this attack, Davian knelt on one knee on the ground, holding the hilt of the dark sword that pierced the ground with both hands and gasping for breath.

This was the closest he had ever been to death since his debut. He had no trump cards and even the chance to resist was almost taken away. If it weren't for this last blow that fulfilled his inner will and successfully killed Anagumas, he would have died.

At that moment just now, he truly broke through himself.

What Anagumas told him was the predetermined future of the island, but he chose to believe in himself and in Altria.

He wanted to work with Altria to create a new future for this island, and to lead all the people living on Britain to a new future.

"Hu~Hu~Hu, I almost got knocked down." He tried hard to calm the fatigue in his body, but no, he couldn't just fall down now.

The battle was not over yet, and he had to confirm Altria's victory with his own eyes before he could relax.

"Captain!" Wen Qinlib happened to lead his men over at this time. He immediately ensured that Davidian was safe and then helped him up.

It must have been a fierce battle that had made the legion commander so exhausted.

"I'm fine. Keep going towards the palace. My king should have won the victory. Let's go."

As soon as he said this, he heard a sound like the sky falling and the earth cracking. Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, and the scene before them was too shocking.

A huge demon dragon showed its ferocious head from the palace. It roared towards the sky, attracting heavy black clouds that blocked the endless sunlight.

Davidian felt deeply incredulous. Was that Vortigern's true identity?

He hurriedly roared at the people around him: "Quick, quick! Winchenrib, take all the soldiers and exit this Londinium! Run away! The next battle is not for you to participate in, run away, run away !”

You can tell from his voice how anxious he is. He never expected that this final battle would turn out to be such a mess.

Wen Qinlibu did not hesitate, he turned around and ran to lead the other soldiers out of the city. What a joke, that dragon is not something that ordinary people can deal with.

Lancelot had just killed Risut when he saw this scene. He stared at the dragon in the distance with wide eyes.

Although he killed forty-eight of Vortigern's assassins in one breath, he did not even bother to rest at this moment and rushed directly towards the palace.

He must rush to the king's side immediately and must not let the king and Gawain face such a powerful opponent alone.

However, the dragon moved first, wantonly destroying Londinium and slaughtering the soldiers who had not yet had time to evacuate.

When the killing was almost over, it opened its big mouth and devoured the soldiers' weapons, corpses and broken rubble.

As it swallowed these things one by one, its body became bigger and bigger.

The surging dark magic power flowed through its body, and the white dragon that destroyed Britain was releasing its power wantonly in Londinium at this moment.

But then a golden light knocked its huge dragon head crooked.

That was exactly Artoria's attack. She swung the holy sword in her hand directly and hit Vortigern's dragon head, trying to lock its movement to the place where Artoria was now.

Gawain felt deeply ashamed at this moment because of his carelessness just now. In order to protect his life, the king caused most of the brilliance of the holy sword to be swallowed up by Vortigern.

This resulted in Artoria not having enough strength to fight Vortigern, and it was all his fault.

Altria fell to the ground, and at this moment Vortigern opened his dragon mouth and exhaled hot breath towards the two of them.

It was too late for Altria to turn back to resist the attack, but fortunately, they were not the only two Holy Sword Users in the city.

The dark swords Yue'an and Arondite crossed each other, emitting blue and purple light.

Davian and Lancelot roared and exerted their strength at the same time, swinging their swords in tacit coordination to create a cross-shaped sword energy that cut through Vortigern's evil breath.

This sword energy even hit the forehead of the dragon head of Vortigern directly, leaving a cross scar on it.

Gawain, who had finally recovered, walked to Lancelot's side. At this time, Tristan, who was the farthest away, had also arrived and walked to Davian's side.

Altria smiled, waving her sword and coming to the front of the crowd.

"Okay, my knight, let us end this! Let us put an end to Vortigern's dark age!" Arturia pointed her holy sword at Vortigern. They will definitely win.

Chapter 88 Bringing a new era to Britain

Gawain and Lancelot swung their holy swords, and the blazing sun flames and the deep blue lake light all hit the huge body of the dragon.

Although his huge body was flexible, it was still too big to completely avoid the attacks of the holy swords of those present.

Davian rushed forward quickly, transformed, and used his holy sword to deflect Vortigern's giant claws.

He then scanned the Book of Fantasy three times, and three powerful energies gathered in Davian's dark sword, and the cross-shaped impact hit the dragon's head again.

Altria took the opportunity to strike Vortigern's chest with her holy sword again, forcing it back to the ruins of the palace.

No matter how Vortigern roared or waved his claws, he could not hurt anyone present. The scorching breath was blocked by Artoria with the radiance of the holy sword, and he was trapped here by everyone.

While Tristan was trying his best to pluck the strings, invisible vacuum arrows hit Vortigern's body one after another. Although this attack cannot harm it, it can slow down its movements and constantly hinder Vortigern's attacks.

The dragon howled, but he had not lost his ability to resist, and the dark magic wave was still radiating from its body.

Arturia stood beside everyone and chuckled and said: "It's just one or two small tempers caused by the island. If the holder of the holy sword can't suppress it, it's unjustifiable."

That refreshing smile made everyone feel full of strength again. The other four people now felt full of fighting spirit. If they could win, they would definitely win!

"Sir Lancelot! Sir Gawain! Block his ability to move! My king, please work with me to deprive this dragon of its ability to fly! Sir Tristan, cover us!"

Davian shouted, and the others immediately understood what he meant. They could win. Together, these extraordinary knights could defeat this dragon!

Lancelot and Gawain rushed to the front, while Artoria and Davian used their bodies as cover to rush towards Vortigern.