Davian Holy Grail War

He was happiest when everyone worked hard for Camelot and Britain.

My king would also wait with a smile until the knights reached a point where they could no longer control their discussion, then call a halt and come up with a plan that would convince everyone present.

At that time, Merlin would try to smooth things over with a laugh, and then take the lead in supporting my king's plan.

But now everything is over, and only a few people are left at the round table.

Looking at the few Knights of the Round Table who were still in Camelot, Davian could no longer conceal his sadness and misery. He bit his lips tightly to prevent himself from crying out loud.

All the good things will never come back. What was left in front of him was the broken reality.

Chapter 154 Revenge Knight

So Davian swung two swords to cut through the dark space. Merlin hurriedly tried to stop him: "Qing Davian! What do you want to do?"

Davian turned around and looked at Merlin. At this moment, the coldness in his eyes made even Merlin feel the coldness to his bones.

"What else do you want from me?"

Davian just asked a simple rhetorical question, leaving everyone present not knowing how to react. He glanced around at the faces of everyone present, and then continued:

"I gave everything I had to you, to them. Look what they have done to our dreams.

I would rather be shattered by Vortigern's searing breath than live to see this bloated, rotting wreckage of the Round Table, fueled by fear, hatred, and confusion rather than reason and hope!"

You, them, us. Everyone knew in their hearts who Davian was referring to with these words.

This is already the most naked rebuke, already the most painful lament. If Davian had not felt despair about everything at the moment, how could he have said such a thing?

Traveling around and fighting everywhere, the most bloody ten years before the establishment of the Round Table have become history.

The ten years full of hope after the founding of the Round Table have become a thing of the past.

Now, in this short year, the affair between the princess and Lancelot was exposed, Agrawen, Gareth, and Gaheris were killed one after another, Davian fell ill due to excessive mental stimulation, and Gawain was seriously injured by Lancelot.

Things that led to the collapse of the Round Table happened one after another, leaving them no time to breathe.

But now, Davian finally couldn't bear it anymore. He wanted to bring an end to this series of events. This end was called the death of Lancelot.

Altria was no longer silent at this moment. She pointed her finger at the dark space and said to Davian:

"Go, Davian, my dragon rider, my Lord of Camelot. Go and give Lancelot a belated punishment ordered by me. And also give him... the ending he deserves."

"I obey the king's order!" As the Lord of Camelot, Davian accepted King Arthur's order. Then he strode into the dark space.

He will go to France, he will go to Benwick, he will bring upon Lancelot the punishment called death.

Merlin looked at Artoria in disbelief, and he couldn't help but said: "You actually let him go like that?"

"Why not let him go? This matter has become too big a deal. Of course, I am not angry about the damage to my reputation.

However, the lives of Agrawen, Gareth, and Gaheris, and the serious injury of Gawain, these things must have a result. Everything has come to this point, and there is no possibility of recovery. "

Altria said it very clearly. She understood Guinevere's distress and what happened between Lancelot and Guinevere.

If everything ended with Aguguiwen's death, then they would just grit their teeth and endure it.

But the sacrifice that followed had already put the matter on an uncontrollable track, and now she had no reason to stop Davian.

At this time, Davian had already crossed countless lands and huge oceans. He came to the city wall of Benwick alone and spread his voice throughout Benwick.

"Come on, Lancelot, let us put an end to everything. Bring the princess to me and let us put an end to it all. That's right, let's end it all with your death."

His voice reached Lancelot's ears, and Lancelot picked up the Arondate next to him.

This once pure white holy sword has now turned completely black, simply because it has been stained with the blood of too many fellow Round Table members. From a holy sword to a magic sword, this is the most realistic portrayal of Lancelot's current situation.

But he still decided to see Davian now, he would not run away. He only hopes that this time, Davian will bring my king's judgment.

"I'll go with you." Guinevere, who had been silent before, spoke at this moment. She had already predicted her fate in her heart.

In any case, escaping is not an option. She has to take responsibility for her mistakes and the responsibilities she should bear.

"Princess..." Lancelot fell into a brief silence after making this call. He couldn't help but admire Guinevere's courage in his heart.

Although this courage may be too late.

Bors also went with Lancelot, and the three of them came out of Benwick. Davian stood there, waiting for the three of them. They must fight this battle.

When they met, Lancelot was stunned. He couldn't believe that the man in front of him was the Davian he knew. They hadn't seen each other for a long time.

Even Guinevere was shocked by Davian's changes. Was this still the dragon knight he knew?

The two of them walked towards each other slowly, neither of them saying a word.

After getting closer, Lancelot began to observe Davidian carefully.

Davian is not as tall as Lancelot, and his physique is also somewhat inferior.

And his skeletal face was as pale as snow, as if he had not seen the sun for a long time, his eyes were as dark as night, his long black and white hair fell down to his shoulders, and the wrinkles of time had already climbed up his brows. The combination of the two It adds traces of age to Davian.

But there was nothing that could be done about it. After the fateful Battle of Mount Barton, Davian and Lancelot were already busy in different directions.

He is still old after all, Lancelot couldn't help but lament in his heart, just like himself.

"Why have you come, my friend?" Lancelot asked.

"Revenge, I come only for revenge. Just because you destroyed my dream, Lancelot.

You have made all our efforts so far come to naught. Why do you think I have to endure those worldly sufferings? It is because I want to build a society for my king full of poetry and dance, where everyone can live and work in peace and contentment!"

His words were relatively calm up to this point, but then Davian changed the topic and became more excited than ever before!

"So I said to myself! No matter how much pain I endure and how much sacrifice I make, it doesn't matter! Because after all the wars and all the sorrows are over, we can start everything over again! Make everything better!"

Davian's expression became hysterical at this moment and became indescribably crazy! The three people in front of them had never seen him like this before, and he had never looked so intimidating.

"For everything that the king and I dreamed of, I sold my soul to the devil..." But at this moment, he suddenly became calmer than ever before.

"But what have you done? We could have been drinking wine, talking about reason and art, competing in martial arts and skills on the legendary Badon Hill.

But you destroyed it all, rebelled against your own lord and killed your own people. I've had enough of this, I don't care what the future holds! I just want to get my revenge!"

Every word he spoke was heart-wrenching, and every sentence revealed his anger and pain. This battle was not only for my king, but also for himself, for Gareth, Agguiwen, Gahoris and Gawain.

"So I came with this sword, and I will leave with this sword. I will obey the command of my Lord, fight for justice for the last time, hunt for the heart of evil for the last time, and suffer the last period of life.

Cut it off cleanly, old friend. And you and I shall be gone."

Davian clenched the dark sword in his hand. At this moment, he looked directly at Lancelot and gave his answer.

Lancelot got what he wanted, which was punishment from the king. She could no longer sit back and watch all this happen, and chose to let Davian cross thousands of mountains and rivers to come to this Wick, just to give Lancelot the ending he deserved.

And Davian will also get what he wants from Lancelot, just because he is here, he must complete the revenge he should complete.

Chapter 155 The Evil King Flying Dragon

The next moment, Yue Dark and Arondette collided. The two men fought each other with all their strength. In the eyes of Bos, the battle between these two men was better than the previous battle between Gawain and Lancelot.

Before this, Davian rarely fought Lancelot.

And now, for hatred, for those knights who died under Lancelot's sword, Davian now truly has the will to completely kill Lancelot and exerts his sword skills and strength to the fullest.

But in his heart, Davian was also wary of Lancelot's sword skills. If the move that knocked Gawain down accidentally hit Lancelot, then he might also be knocked down.

Therefore, although Davian took an offensive posture, he still retained a lot of room for defense. His swordsmanship was undoubtedly better than Gawain and close to Lancelot.

It was only after the Battle of Mount Badon that Lancelot improved further, while Davian could only try hard to maintain his level.

Lancelot also secretly felt that the situation was difficult. Although Davian's attack was fierce, he still had room for defense. This was different from the battle against Gawain.

Although the battle with Gawain was dangerous, if it were not for the blessing of the sun, Lancelot would not have needed to wait until the sun went down to defeat Gawain.

However, Davian is completely different now. His swordsmanship is still far behind Lancelot's. But this gap is now made up by Davian's momentum, and it is not easy for Lancelot to win.

Lancelot took a completely defensive stance and waited for the moment when Davian showed a flaw, while Davian hoped to completely overwhelm Lancelot and end the battle.

The battle between the two sides was extremely dangerous and it was not something that ordinary people could intervene in.

Guinevere wanted to stop the two from fighting, but she knew that anything she said now would be unnecessary.

It was useless. No one would care about her thoughts and opinions. The unfaithful person who had overshadowed the glory of the king had no right to speak at this moment.

And Lancelot finally seized an opportunity, when the dark moon suddenly struck at him. He pushed Davian back with a full blow, and then Lancelot quickly jumped up and struck towards Davian.

"All chains are broken, passing through the heavy lake light!" Although it was just a simple jump attack, Davian had already felt the powerful magic hidden in Arondite.

If it weren't for the worst situation at the moment, Davian would even want to praise Lancelot as a fighting genius.

He was forced to cross the Dark Sword and block Lancelot's blow with his sword. The huge blue magic power started from the contact point of the two swords and surged unilaterally towards Davian.

It was simply a directional explosion of magic power, and the powerful destructive force completely swept Davian in from the front. Lancelot lowered his sword, and he could feel Davian being blown away by the previous blow.

However, he had no idea what kind of damage this blow had done to Davidian.

This move was supposed to be an attack that could be completely released after cutting off the target, but facing Davian, Lancelot no longer had the leeway to hit and release again. He was forced to release Arondette in this way, hoping to end the battle with this blow.

Just when Bors thought that Lancelot would once again prove his tyranny and Guinevere was lamenting for him, the blue magic power was gradually swallowed up.

"So that's how it is. This is the trick that severely injured Gao Wenqing. You are worthy of being like this, Lancelot." Davitian's voice came from the remaining blue sword light.

He stood up and swung the dark sword in his hand to devour the last bit of Aarondite's magic. If it weren't for this sword, he would have been knocked down by this blow.

"Then I will respond to you with all my strength! Lancelot, the Knight of the Lake, the Prince blessed by the fairies. Feel honored, you are the first person in this era to see me, Davian, in this form."

Davian said, and took out the fantasy book that he had never opened since he got it.

【Dragon of the Evil King】

[With extremely evil darkness, the dragons release their hidden power. 】

[Guidance from the Evil King! 】

Davian quickly scanned it with the Dark Sword and then inserted his own drive. Although Lancelot wanted to stop him, he was still a step too slow.

Davian has opened the book through the Dark Sword.

Four golden flying dragons and a larger purple flying dragon flew out of the book and knocked Lancelot out. Then these five flying dragons wrapped around Davian's body, completing the weaponry.

[Dark Sword Yue Dark! Get out of the book! Turn the page and explode! Afraid of the dark! The right choice, refuse to joke! Raging in the dark! The Dragon of the Evil King! No one can escape! 】

A violent dark aura emanated from the armor, and the Evil King Dragon's fantasy book, which was unlocked by Vortigern's dark soul and extreme will, was opened for the first time.

Its powerful force raged in the air, finally announcing its existence to the world. It was the first time Lancelot saw Davian in this form, what an ominous posture.

The princess and Baos were already in panic. They couldn't imagine that the dragon knight had turned into a complete evil dragon knight at this moment. In order to kill Lancelot, Davian undoubtedly used all his strength.

Davian walked slowly towards Lancelot. This was the final battle. Facing this form, Lancelot's resistance was powerless.

The following battle could not even be called a battle. It had become a unilateral suppression by Davian. Bors and Guinevere could only see Davian completely crushing Lancelot. Today they understood who was the strongest knight in Camelot.

Davian has always retained this strongest form, for no other reason than that in the once harmonious Round Table, Davian did not need to use this power.

Lancelot was even forced to unleash his True Name at close range and bombard Davian with blue light cannons.

But Davian waved his cloak to absorb all the attacks that were just his last-ditch efforts, and then he flicked his cloak to randomly bounce the attacks to the other side. There was no way he could lose now.

[Finish reading the Evil King Must Kill! 】

"End it, this is the final blow." Davian closed the Evil King Flying Dragon Fantasy Book on his waist, and then hit the drive with the hilt of Yue Dark's sword. The final blow is at this moment.

[The evil king must kill! ] Davian swung his sword fiercely, and four golden evil dragons and a purple dragon flew out from his sword and hit Lancelot, who was truly exhausted at the moment, thus ending the battle.

Davian walked to Lancelot's side, stepped on Lancelot's sword-holding wrist, and then launched his killing blow again. The tip of the dark sword Yue Dark directly touched the blade of Arondette.

[You Are Over!] The red void chain wrapped around the entire Arondate, taking away its function as a holy sword. As long as Davian did not fall, the seal of the sword would never be broken.

"It's over, Lancelot." He took back the foot that was stepping on Lancelot's wrist. This ridiculous farce was finally coming to an end at this moment.

Chapter 156 It’s too late

Lancelot wanted to stand up and face the final ending, but because his body had been severely injured and he had lost his strength, he couldn't stand up at all.

But he had no regrets. After such an all-out battle, he was about to face his end.

"Any last words?" Davian grasped the hilt of the Dark Sword with both hands and pointed the tip of the sword at Lancelot's heart. As long as he stabs him, Lancelot will go to the kingdom of death.

"Boss, remember. When Britain encounters difficulties in the future, you must come to rescue it no matter what. Just consider it as helping me atone for my sins.

At the same time, Lord David, please apologize to my king and me. Although everything has become like this, there is no use apologizing. However, I still want to apologize to that lord.

Finally, please let the princess live, Lord Davian, you understand her pain. "