Vortigern angrily swung his claws towards the crowd, but the four people jumped nimbly to avoid the attack. When Vortigern wanted to swing his claws again to attack the people in the sky, his claws were unable to move at that moment.

At this moment, Tristan tightened Philnault's bowstring tightly, and he smiled: "I got you! Let the madness bloom! My Philnault!"

As he manipulated, more and more invisible sound lines tightly entangled Vortigern's claws and pressed him to the ground.

He had been setting up such restraints from the very beginning, and had been patient until now before launching this most crucial move just to eliminate Vortigern in one go.

"Dispel the night and illuminate the darkness with this light! Kaledin!"

"My holy sword that shines like water and burns like a blazing fire! Arondette!"

Driven by Gawain and Lancelot, the two holy swords released by their true names pierced through the dragon's claws and locked it to the earth.

Suffering such a severe blow, even now Vortigern could not help but let out a heart-wrenching howl.

"The breath of the gathered stars, the shining stream of life! Take it, the sword of sworn victory!"

"The holy sword of creation! The dark sword that represents the foundation and origin! At this moment, please deprive the demon dragon of its power of flight!"

The Sword of Promised Victory and the Dark Sword Moon pierced into the base of the dragon's wings, blocking its ability to fly.

In just a dozen seconds, the five people successfully imprisoned Vortigern.

He really couldn't move or fly now, but correspondingly, the five people also lost their main weapons.

At this time, Artoria grabbed Davian, who had just finished transforming, in the air and brought him back to the ground.

"My king! Give him the final blow!" Davian started shouting the moment he landed on the ground, and Arturia also understood what he meant.

She stretched out her hand, and the golden spirit condensed in her hand to form a golden gun wrapped with mysterious runes. Merlin not only gave Davian the fantasy book of the Evil King's Dragon, but he also gave him new weapons. Arturia.

"Blooming with final light..." The huge magic power was all released at this moment, and the other three people were surprised. They thought that everyone had lost the means to attack, but it turned out that Artoria still had the ultimate power. A blow!

"Blooming in the sky, connected to the earth, roaring like a storm!" Arturia leaped high in the air, and the golden spearhead was already aimed at the chest of the demon dragon Vortigern, aiming directly at the beating heart. Dragon Heart!

All the knights and soldiers stared in amazement at this incredible miracle.

The young king, who was as handsome as a young girl, was standing under the endless black clouds, pointing his spear shining with golden light directly at the chest of the dragon.

If there was ever a miracle from God, it would be now.

"Shining in the Gun of the End!"

As the king roared, the spiraling light pierced Vortigern's heart. The dragon wailed and fell, and the strong light hit everyone's eyes, making them unable to see anything for a moment.

I don’t know how long it took before everyone regained their sight. At this time, the dark clouds in the sky brought enough rain, and the entire Londinium was covered with the sound of rain.

The huge body of the magic dragon disappeared, and now all that appeared in front of everyone was the throne and the old man sitting on it.

His chest was pierced by the pure white holy spear, and the inhuman and terrifying majesty of the past had completely disappeared.

All that can be seen there now is a sad old man with a look of distress on his face.

"I didn't expect that even Lungominiad was handed over to you... A group of stupid guys, in order to defeat the tyrant, they did not hesitate to cause greater destruction. But, my brother Yoser's son, you cannot save this country. . Because..."

Vortigern's voice was not covered by the loud sound of rain. On the contrary, it was clearly transmitted to the ears of each of the five people present. Arturia chose to ignore the conversation and just walked towards Vortigern step by step.

"Because, the age of mystery has long ended. From now on, it will be the age of civilization, the age of humanity. The power in your roots is incompatible with humanity.

As long as you live, Britain has no future. Curse it, the Britain of the past has long since perished. "

Arturia pulled out the Holy Spear from Vortigern's chest, but at this last moment, Vortigern laughed wildly. His wild laughter even shook the city, and then he turned into dust and floated away.

The throne behind him also began to decay. Vortigern absorbed the power of the British land through this throne. The throne collapsed when Vortigern died.

At this moment, the Evil King Dragon on Davian's body suddenly began to emit a dark light. He took it out, and the book absorbed the fragments of the throne, and the dark fluctuations broke through the restriction in an instant.

At this moment, Davian can finally use the book.

Just like that, the heavy rain stopped, and under the sunlight, everyone found that the entire Londinium was almost completely turned into ruins.

But Artoria drew out her sword of sworn victory, raised it high, and shouted to the sky:

"Everyone, it is our victory! We have defeated Vortigern, and we will bring a new era to this Britain! Now, celebrate!"

Chapter 89 Everyone is looking forward to the future

Her voice, enhanced by her own magic, spread across the battlefield. All the soldiers and knights shouted in joy to the sky, venting the pent-up emotions in their hearts.

They did it, they really did it, defeating Vortigern and ending the Dark Ages of the Blighted Kings.

Next will be their era, and they will bring a new future to Britain.

Also, no matter who you are, when you see my king's glorious figure, you will believe that there will be prosperity in the future.

Of course, Gawain, Lancelot and Tristan are also among them. The three of them who heard Vortigern's words could not understand King Bei's last crazy remarks. At this moment, they all felt sincere joy for the king's victory.

"All that remains is to fight the aliens! King!"

Although Gawain was exhausted, he was still full of energy. This was normal. They were all qualified to be full of energy after participating in such a battle and making positive contributions.

This battle is so sacred. Although Britain is still in chaos, as long as the king is here, there is nothing to fear.

"Yes, we have solved this biggest obstacle. Next, I am afraid that the kings will also bow down. After we drive out the aliens, we will definitely be able to build a better future."

Tristan could already imagine those beautiful scenes; they would definitely be able to do it.

Lancelot also smiled and nodded. He sincerely believed that with such an excellent group of colleagues and such an excellent king, they would be able to become bigger and stronger and create greater glory.

"Well, fight and win. I believe we can do it."

Altria did not say much at this moment. She looked at Davian and just wanted to talk to him, but she found that he had closed his eyes.

"Davian? Davian!"

Altria's call didn't even get a response from Davian. Just when everyone wanted to say something, Davian had already fallen to the side.

Everyone thought he was seriously injured, and they all ran to him to check on him.

But when I really got close to him, I found that he was asleep due to exhaustion.

Altria could even hear his faint snoring. Without needing to say anything, everyone could tell how tired he was.

"Thank you for your hard work, Davian. Now take a good rest."

The king held up Davian's hand. Today's battle was indeed too hard for him. For an ordinary person's body, it was already good to be able to hold on to this point.

The others looked at each other and then smiled knowingly, and Tristan carried Davian on his back.

Lancelot and Gawain picked up the three holy swords on the ground, and then they supported each other and followed behind the king. Led by Altria, they walked out of the city. Now, it was time to celebrate their victory.

[It really is going better than I thought. ]

Merlin looked at the four of them coming out of the city and smiled to greet them. He thought the battle would last for several hours, but he didn't expect them to suppress Vortigern so smoothly.

When Davian woke up, it was already noon the next day.

He sat up and stretched. At this time, he could hear the noisy voices outside.

Then he walked out of his tent and came into the camp with a smile. It was obvious that the celebratory atmosphere was not over yet.

All the soldiers were excited, and Davian could feel their joy.

"Commander, you're awake!" The soldiers of the First Legion shouted with joy when they saw Davidian awake.

Although you missed last night's celebration, it's not too late now.

Davian nodded, then took the wine and meat that everyone handed him and ate it. While eating, he walked towards my king's tent. My king and Merlin happened to be in the tent.

"Are you awake, Davian? Yesterday's battle was really hard on you, did you rest well?" Arturia saw him walking in and smiled at him.

Davian nodded. He didn't know how long he had slept. He did sleep well, but he felt it was not time to rest yet.

The news that they had destroyed Vortigern must have spread, and the kings would probably rush towards them like sharks smelling blood.

Arturia saw his expression and knew what he was thinking. She motioned for Davian to sit down first, and Merlin handed him a towel. Davian took it and wiped his face and hands to make himself more awake.

"The news of yesterday's victory has probably spread all over Britain by now. I'm afraid the kings will take some action, but that's something to consider in the future.

What we have to consider now is to accept those who may come to us for surrender, and then transfer those who were willing to be transferred from Carrion City before.

After all, Lontinium, as the center of Britain, will be the first choice for our capital. The chalk city of Camelot will be rebuilt on the ruins of Lontinium."

This was a decision, not a discussion. But neither Davian nor Merlin would deny this matter. Rather, they would say that this was the perfect fit.

Since they won the victory by stepping over the corpse of Vortigern, the same is true for the fact that the Chalk City was built on the ruins of Lontinium.

At this time, Artoria wanted to ask Davian for his opinion. She asked Davian:

"Davian, who do you think will be in charge of the overall transfer? From Carrion City to Londinium is not an easy distance."

"Just let Sir Bedivere and Sir Tristan come. The two of them will definitely complement each other.

Although this may seem a little unfair to Lord Bedivere, I personally think this is the most appropriate method.

With Betty's attentiveness and Tristan's tenderness, there won't be any problems."

It was easy for Davian to think of this combination. After all, if Gawain or Lancelot were asked to do this kind of thing, it would be possible, but their personalities were not very suitable.

Arturia smiled and nodded, Davian's thoughts coincided with hers. Then she asked: "So, what do you think about the kings and other things?"

“I think it would be best if we wait for Lord Aguguiwen to arrive and take charge of the reconstruction of Londinium.

It would be better for Lord Kai to stay in Carrion City for the time being and come back when the transfer work is almost completed.

Gaheris should stay there for now, after all, the transfer work can easily be exploited by those with ulterior motives, and public security work is very important."

Davian thought about it and gave his answer. He felt that this was enough for the current task assignment.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered something and asked:

"My king, have you checked the warehouses in Londinium? Are there any reserves? It would be best if there were enough food.

If there is enough money, I would also like to trouble Sir Lancelot to return to France and preside over the grain trading.

Our work will require a lot of manpower, and people can’t work if they don’t have enough food.”

"Don't worry, this has been secured. But there is no one left in the city. Davian, you know the reason."

Altria looked at Davian. She had a rough idea in her mind, but she still wanted to confirm it again.

"Well, they were all eaten by Vortigern. In order to fight you, he sacrificed all the residents."

Chapter 90 But there are always people who want to look at the present

Davian told the truth, knowing that Artoria could accept it. Although helpless, this is the reality.

Altria sighed. She had not expected Vortigern to be so cruel at first.

But since it has already happened, there is nothing we can do. The past is the past, and they cannot bring it back. Now we can only think about the present and the future.

Yesterday’s battle also had an impact on Davian, but it was not because of Vortigern’s cruelty, but because of the future of this island.

As expected, Vortigern also knew it, but he made a completely different choice from Altria. He chose to go to the dark and deep future alone.

So they defeated Vortigern, unable to let such a future befall Britain.

For the future that Altria wanted with the people, they eliminated Vortigern and swept him into the dust of history, although it was a great sacrifice.

"How was the damage yesterday?"

Davian asked the question again, and finally Vortigern turned into a dragon and disrupted the entire battlefield. At that time, many soldiers had not yet withdrawn from Lontinium, and those people and their bodies were devoured by Vortigern.

"Eight thousand seven hundred and twelve were killed in battle, one thousand five hundred and sixty were slightly injured, and seven hundred and eighteen were seriously injured and had to be discharged."

Merlin quickly reported the damage he had counted, and the number was shocking. Davian put his hand on his chest, and his heart almost stopped when he heard the number.

It hurts, it hurts too much.

Then he asked: "So, where is the First Legion?"

"I'm sorry, but the First Legion, which was the vanguard that entered Londinium, suffered the greatest losses. Two thousand three hundred and twenty-three were killed, three hundred and fifty-seven were slightly wounded, and four hundred and fifty-one were seriously wounded and retired."

The number Merlin reported made Davian's eyes go dark. He really had cardiopulmonary arrest.

Suddenly tears welled up in his eyes and Merlin was stunned.

You didn't shed a tear when you broke up with Morgan, but why are you crying now? What's going on?

Davian's tears just dripped onto the table. The last time he cried was for Altria, and now he cried for these fallen comrades.

He had been fighting for so long, but had never suffered such a great loss.

He still clearly remembered that when he arrived at the city of Lontinium, Vincenzo reported to him that the First Legion still had 5,513 soldiers available for battle.

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