Davian Holy Grail War

Bedivere clenched the spear in his hand and focused all his attention on Lucius.

Lucius used a long sword, while he used a spear. He had the advantage in terms of attack distance and power. As long as he was not approached, he would have a chance to stab Lucius to death with a spear. Even if he failed to kill him, at least he could knock him off his horse.

The knights on both sides rushed towards each other at the highest speed, and at the most suitable distance, Bedivere suddenly stabbed out with the spear in his hand.

Now his energy and spirit are at their peak, and he is confident that ordinary people will not be able to avoid his attacks.

But unfortunately, Lucius is not an ordinary man. On the contrary, he is the extraordinary sword emperor of Rome.

The moment Bedivere's spear stabbed at him, he gently moved his body to avoid the attack and when the two sides got close, he punched Bedivere on the breastplate.

Bedivere couldn't describe what hit him in the chest at that moment. He just felt that his soul was almost shattered by this punch.

The person in front of him was undoubtedly not an ordinary human being. He was just being careless.

The next moment, he vomited blood and fell off his horse.

Soldiers from both sides rushed up at the same time, ready to snatch people. Because the horses were moving too fast, Percival had to turn back to rescue and could only continue to move forward to block some of the Roman soldiers.

But the Romans were closer and had more people on the side, and Bedivere became the first Knight of the Round Table to be captured. At this moment, he wished he could end his life himself.

Lucius rushed towards Davian who was still charging into the crowd, and Davian killed the surrounding Roman soldiers with one sword.

Then he looked up at Lucius who was rushing towards him. He had seen Bedivere's miserable state clearly. If he was not careful, his ending would not be much better than Bedivere's.

"Dragon Rider! Rome is coming!"

Lucius shouted wantonly, but Davian did not respond. He just leaned down slightly, sheathed his sword, and made a gesture of drawing the sword to cut. The cavalry charged the infantry, and the victory or defeat depended on this move.

When Lucius rushed in front of him, the two men swung their weapons at the same time. Then the blood of the warhorse spurted out, and Lucius's beloved horse was directly split in half by Davian.

Davidian was also knocked back by the huge impact force brought by the combination of man and horse, and this huge impact force could not be easily absorbed.

"Lord Davian!" Just as Boss was about to go to support Davian, Lucius, who had landed, rushed towards him.

Just as Boss was about to swing his sword to fight back, Lucius had already rushed into his inner circle and grabbed his wrist.

He twisted Boss's wrist so hard that it broke on the spot, and Boss's sword immediately slipped out of his hand due to the severe pain.

Lucius then grabbed him and threw him back to his knights.

As expected of the Roman emperor, he captured Bedivere and Bos with one move.

Davidian has been fighting for so many years, but this is the first time he has suffered such a big loss.

At this moment, Davidian was really furious. He couldn't let those two people be taken away like this no matter what.

Percival, who had returned, rode to Davian and asked him what to do now. Davian said nothing more, but asked him to rescue Bedivere.

We must rescue Bedivere and Boss at all costs, even if it means liberating the Holy Lance.

"As soon as you rescue Bedivere and Bors, withdraw immediately. Listen, Percival, I will do my best to hold Lucius back. So even if it costs your life, you must rescue those two people!"

Davian said, and rushed towards Lucius. Percival also drove his horse without hesitation and led the remaining Sixth Company to rush towards the rear of the Roman coalition army. He would save Bedivere and Bos at all costs.

Lucius looked at Davian who was rushing towards him and couldn't help but said: "Oh? Do you want to continue to fight against Rome? You are really brave."

Davian did not respond to him, he just approached Lucius as fast as he could. The two men immediately fought each other, and Davian wielded the dark sword in his hand to fight against Lucius in front of him.

On the premise of fighting for his life, Lucius in front of him can be said to be the strongest enemy he has ever encountered.

Lucius swung his sword continuously with great madness, and his superb swordsmanship amazed even Davian.

But what Davian has to do now is to do his best to hold back Lucius in front of him. He believes that there is no one in Lucius' army who is stronger than Percival, the holder of the Holy Lance, in terms of personal strength. He can definitely rescue those two people.

"Do you think that will work? What do you think will happen even if the knight holding the Holy Lance rescues those two people? Such a battle will not decide anything. Rome will definitely win, Rome will definitely win!"

The two swords collided with each other, and Lucius exerted his strength to try to overwhelm Davian in front of him. His crazy expression and these words made Davian feel a heavy pressure.

But Davian took a deep breath and used all his strength to push Lucius back. He said in a deep voice:

"No, Britain will crush your ambitions, and the British people are not slaves of the Romans! My king will win, and Britain will win!"

"Is that so? Then you, your sword, and your king! All will belong to Rome!"

Lucius pointed his sword at Davian, and his last two words deeply angered Davian.

Roaring, Davian swung his sword again and attacked Lucius. At this moment, his rage could no longer be suppressed.

Chapter 110 Depression

After a full day of this final battle, both sides had to withdraw their troops. Under the command of Wenqinribu, the 10th Company immediately poured out all the arrows on its body, successfully covering all its soldiers and retreating from the battlefield.

Percival did not disappoint Davian in the end. Although he was forced to release the Holy Lance to a small extent, he successfully rescued Bedivere and Bos.

Davian took a deep breath before thanking Percival for his contribution in this battle. If he was alone, holding back Lucius would have been his limit.

"You are too modest. We complement each other. If you hadn't held back the Sword Emperor, I wouldn't have been able to save them both."

Percival put away his holy spear, and now there were only four of them left in the tent.

Bedivere was the most seriously injured and could only lie down. Bos's wrist bone was also broken and it was unknown how long it would take for him to recover. Suddenly, their situation became critical.

"You deserve the credit for your contribution. All right, Winchinlib. How much damage did you suffer today?"

After letting Percival accept the credit, Davian turned to look at Vincenrib. He wanted to know what the damage was today.

"Five hundred and thirty-three were killed in action, one hundred and twelve were slightly wounded, and two hundred and twenty-three were seriously wounded and retired. The casualty ratio between the two sides was about one to two, so we did not have a particular advantage."

Wincenrib was also distressed. They had an advantage, but the disadvantage in numbers could not be changed. Now both sides were just the vanguard. If they wanted to fight thoroughly, they had to wait for King Arthur to arrive.

Davian couldn't help but rub his brow. If he couldn't beat the drowned dog, the two sides would fall into an endless bloody war. Sure enough, we still have to wait for my king and his army to arrive here.

"Well, go and rest. I'll think about this for a while. It looks like we have to temporarily avoid the battle. Tell the patrolling soldiers to be careful and alert, and not to be ambushed by the enemy. We have to hold this camp firmly until our king arrives."

Davidan waved his hand and signaled them to go and rest. This situation was indeed difficult to handle.

Percival and Wincenrib also understood his thoughts, so they left without saying anything more. Davian sighed helplessly after the two men left.

He took out the fantasy book of the Evil Dragon King. If the situation today was more dangerous, he would not be able to help but open the book.

Fortunately, the battle was finally resolved within a controllable range, and he stood up and headed towards Bedivere's tent.

When he walked in, he happened to see Bedivere leaning on the bed reading today's battle report.

Davian walked over with a wry smile. Bedivere heard his footsteps and put down the battle report in his hand.

"Today's war has become a stalemate. You must also find it troublesome."

Bedivere smiled, knowing that Davian was in distress. The current battle had turned out like this, which was something that almost every general did not want to see.

"I can't hide it from you. I'm really distressed now. In this situation, we can only have a tug of war for the time being.

If the enemy wants to break into our camp and wipe us all out, the price they will pay will be unacceptably high.

And we don’t have the energy to attack anymore, so we can only wait for reinforcements from both sides to arrive.”

Daveian crossed his arms and legs and sat directly on the edge of Bedivere's bed. Seeing his distressed look, Bedivere, as Daveian's old friend, could only say:

"Don't worry too much. At least we have completed the mission of the First Legion. After this battle, the Roman coalition will be pinned down in Flanders. All that's left is for our king to come and find a chance to win."

Davian listened to his words, crossed his hands and placed them on his knees. He said with a little greed:

"I originally wanted to give the Romans a head-on blow before my king arrived, and then it would be much easier to defend. But under the current circumstances, I think I can just barely accept it."

"You always set too high standards for yourself. And if we really fight and repel the Romans here, I'm afraid there will only be a hundred people left in the First Legion. That would be too great a sacrifice."

Bedivere really smiled bitterly. The man in front of him always wanted to do more. In the eyes of others, this was somewhat anxious.

Davian glanced at him, and he said dullly: "Mr. Bedivere, no sacrifice is too big to accept, do you understand?"

His words made Bedivere speechless, but he still didn't tell Bedivere the words hidden in his heart.

He was not demanding too much of himself, but there was really not enough time now. They had to buy more time and find more ways to solve Britain's own problems.

But Davian didn't want to bring more pressure to other people. After all, these things should be left to him and Altria to worry about.

"Have a good rest." So Davidian could only help Bedivere lie down. After doing this, he left Bedivere's tent.

There is really no way to fight against fate, all we can say is that they all have to work harder.

He walked slowly out of Bedivere's tent and then went outside the entire military camp. Davian looked in the direction of the sea. My king must be on his way now.

They would surely defeat Rome and buy Britain more time.

At this time, Artoria was also on her way. She stood in front of the ship, looking out at the endless sea.

Now she couldn't receive intelligence from the front line, and the British soldiers were exhausted from being surrounded on both sides. To be honest, even Altria felt tired, and the war in Britain seemed to be unstoppable.

Whenever this happened, she couldn't help but recall Futigeng's crazy words before his death.

They are all people who know the ending of Britain, and Britain now seems to be really sliding in that direction.

But she couldn't just allow it, she couldn't just accept it.

All that suffering and pain should not be the fate of those ignorant people. Before the day of the end comes, she will try her best to keep going.

All this is just to delay the arrival of that day, just to make that day, at least, peaceful and tranquil.

Fortunately, she is not alone. She has loyal Knights of the Round Table and Davian.

They were all trying to find a way to keep Britain going, and right now, they had to win the war with Rome first.

"Wait for me, Davian! I'll be there soon." Artoria looked into the distance. Davian must be there. He would definitely try his best to delay Rome.

As long as he waited until he arrived and launched a decisive battle, he could drive the Romans back.

Chapter 111 The king has finally arrived

After that battle, both sides stopped fighting and realized that they couldn't go to war with each other now.

So both sides entered a rest period at the same time, and Davidian closed the camp gate and chose to avoid fighting.

The Roman coalition did not choose to attack by force. Although they had sufficient siege weapons, it would be a loss.

But this morning, Davian heard a sound coming from outside, and it was quite noisy. Even though he was sitting in his military tent, he could still hear the rude voice coming from outside.

"Hill, what's going on outside?"

Davian shouted to the attendants who were on duty today, "Why are you so noisy? Now is the time for war preparation, there shouldn't be such a noise in the barracks."

"Captain...why don't you come out and listen yourself?"

Hill was obviously helpless, he didn't dare to say these words himself, he could only let Davian come out and hear them clearly.

Davian walked out of the military tent out of curiosity, and now he heard clearly.

"Insignificant human, shameful lizard knight! Go back and lick the ass of your little child king!"

"Have you not come out after being scolded like this? Have you already stuffed your head into that child king's ass? Ooooooh, you must be crying. What a pitiful, pathetic Lizard Knight."

Similar insults were heard outside the military camp. Not only did Davian's expression become dangerous, but his eyes were also filled with murderous intent.

He climbed up to the watchtower and saw ten giants with thousands of soldiers outside beating drums and gongs, insulting them and their king with vulgar words.

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Davian jumped off the watchtower and strode towards the main gate of the barracks, shouting as he walked: "Assemble! First Company! Since someone has insulted us, we must fight back!"

Under his orders, the First Company, which is the elite veteran company, has been assembled.

This Dalian can be said to be the elite among the elite. Generally, Davidian of this Dalian is handed over to Wenqinlibu to ensure the stability of the central army and safety during retreat.

And now, facing these foul-mouthed guys outside, he doesn't mind fighting back with all his strength.

The elite First Company immediately assembled. Wenqinlibu wanted his legion commander to be patient. But Davian just said to him in a deep voice:

"These ugly creatures will know what it means to face my wrath! I will kill them all. I will become the angel of revenge!"

Then he turned around and shouted: "Open the door!"

The gate was slowly opened by the soldiers on both sides, and Davidian had already rushed out with the soldiers of the First Company.

The enemy was obviously waiting for their attack. All the giants were wearing armor and holding shields and hammers, and the other soldiers were also fully armed.

They had obviously made both physical and psychological preparations, waiting to deal a heavy blow to the first legion that was about to attack.

"Suppress the three waves with rain of arrows! Quick, quick, quick!" Vincenzo also picked up a longbow and fired at the Roman coalition forces in the distance.

He wanted to give Davian's charge a little advantage. After all, his side was at a disadvantage in terms of numbers, and the other side also had ten giants.

Although these three waves of arrow rain did not cause much damage, they successfully interfered with the opponent's defense and disrupted the opponent's formation, allowing Davidian and his men to close the distance.

The dark crescent slashed across, splitting a giant in half. Then Davian had already rushed into the crowd, his dark sword wantonly reaping the lives of others.