Davian Holy Grail War

But the enemy obviously knew who their main target was. At the beginning of the rebellion, the Sixth Company suffered the heaviest blow. Now it has been completely destroyed, and the company commander Vipas was killed in battle.

"Listen! Give me the flag! Vincenrib! You must escape! Someone must go out to sea to inform our queen of the rebellion and let her prepare! Otherwise, our years of hard work will be in vain!"

Davian said, snatching the flag from Vincenlib's hand. His life was almost over. There was no point in escaping. Vincenlib was still in good condition, and he could definitely do it.

After finishing speaking, Davian used his last strength to cut through the dark space and stuffed the Dark Sword Yue Dark and the two fantasy books into Wenqinlibu's arms.

Wenqinrib understood what he meant, it was time to say goodbye. They have fought side by side for more than twenty years, and now they must face this life-or-death situation.

But Wen Qinlib had no extra words. He just nodded heavily to Davian and then quickly rushed into the dark space.

Davian's consciousness could disappear at any time. He must leave the dark space as soon as possible and escape to the seaside by boat to inform the king of this shameful rebellion.

When Vincenrib left the battlefield alone, Davian stood up holding the battle flag. He didn't have much blood left to bleed, and his consciousness was blurred, and he even felt that he might fall down at any time.

Now he could only rely on the battle flag to force himself to stand. There were less than a hundred loyal soldiers around him. He knew that this was the end of his road.

But at this moment, Davian's consciousness suddenly left the battlefield and entered a dark shadow. A voice came from the shadows, and that voice said that it was willing to give him great power.

That was a huge force that could bring him back to the top, wipe out all the traitors in front of him, and even subvert this era.

[Give you the Holy Grail, and then do what you want, whether it's destroying all of this, or something else. Whatever you want, you can do it. 】

The golden holy grail came before him, filled with clear liquid.

As long as Davian accepted this power and picked up the Holy Grail, not to mention the fatal injury, he could even immediately summon another complete First Legion from the Throne of Heroes.

By then, Mordred and tens of thousands of rebels would be nothing more than a nuisance that could be dealt with in the blink of an eye.

However, Davian heard the evil and darkness hidden in that voice, and he rejected the proposal directly in his heart.

All gifts must come with a huge price, and out of the hero's persistence and human self-esteem, he will never accept a vicious deal from this voice.

He gently lifted the Holy Grail, took a sip of the liquid in the cup, and threw it back into the shadows. Davian responded to the existence in the darkness:

"I drank from the Holy Grail as a token of my respect for your kindness. But I also heard your great ambition in your words.

I am the Lord of Camelot, I am a Knight of the Round Table, I will not associate with your darkness! Now, go back to your world! Monster! "

At his words, the darkness surrounding Davian began to slowly dissipate.

Since Davian refused, it didn't want to stay here for too long. Although it had interfered with Merlin's gaze, if it stayed too long, there was no guarantee that something unexpected would happen.

The next moment, David's consciousness returned to the battlefield again. The traitors in front of him slowly retreated. They had suffered heavy losses in bringing such a heavy blow to the Glorious Eternal Legion.

Including the 2,000 mixed troops brought by Mordred, there were only a little over 30,000 of the 60,000 troops left. Although there would be more people who would rise up in rebellion, their losses were already painful enough.

The remaining soldiers of the Glory Eternal Legion knew that the next step would be an overwhelming barrage of arrows and spears. In order to reduce their own losses, the despicable enemy would no longer use close combat to determine the outcome.

"Have we made them suffer, legion commander?" At this time, a young soldier asked Davian: "Is all this meaningful?"

Davian knew the young warrior, he knew everyone in his regiment. This young warrior is the commando captain of the third company, Sediri. He has been joining the Brilliant Permanent Legion for a year.

Faced with his question, Davian gave an answer after thinking for a while.

"Yes," said Davian, "we gave them a hard time, and they will never forget it!

And we have maintained our fidelity, a quality they will never possess.

Unless they burn down all that we have built, and through the dancing flames they despise our achievements."

After saying this, he didn't know whether it was the last burst of energy or the strength brought to him by the liquid he just drank from the Holy Grail.

He looked up to the sky and shouted with his last bit of strength: "Do you hear me? My king! We will always remain loyal!"

What answered him was a rain of arrows and short spears from the sky. Under this final long-range attack, the remaining soldiers of the Glory Eternal Legion, less than a hundred people, lost their lives.

[Although this is the end, I still want to continue fighting for my king. 】

Davian amazingly managed to remain standing at this last moment, despite countless arrows and spears hitting his body.

But at the end of his life, he still held the battle flag of the Glorious Eternal Legion and stepped into the underworld with a resolute face.

Dragon Knight, Legendary Swordsman, Lord of Camelot, Davian Slyric - died.

On this day, the British shattered their miracle with their own hands.

Chapter 161 Prelude to Destruction

After this huge rebellion ended, the princes began to quickly clean up the battlefield.

They have eliminated the biggest obstacle on the British mainland. The next step is to gather other people who are willing to resist King Arthur and defeat King Arthur who may return to Britain.

Including Davian, a total of 6,000 bodies of the Glorious Eternal Legion soldiers were identified and buried together. However, they were buried separately from the soldiers of the princes' coalition army, and a simple stone tablet was erected here.

Although they used despicable traps to annihilate the Glorious Eternal Legion for reasons of position, they also acknowledged the other side's contribution to the British island.

Mordred did not dare to say anything inappropriate at this time. After all, she herself stood out from the Glorious Eternal Legion.

If her heart had not completely fallen into darkness at this moment, she would never have done such a despicable act as to betray the person who had watched her grow up.

However, she immediately sent people out to chase Wenqinlibu. After all, there was no body of that guy. She knew that the other party must have escaped through the dark space of the Dark Sword, and she must not let the guy escape, otherwise things would be in trouble.

However, although they dared to carry the bodies of the soldiers of the Glorious Eternal Legion, they did not dare to approach Davidian who was still standing there holding the flag.

His face was still so resolute and unyielding, as if he could not stop fighting even if he died, and would continue to fight all the traitors here.

Until someone came to the battlefield, she came thousands of miles away just for him.

"Mother." Mordred showed respect to the visitor. According to Morgan's plan, she was getting closer and closer to her goal. Gaining the whole of Britain and being crowned king is not far away.

"You did a great job. Quick, let Camelot fall from the inside. The information about Davian's death has not yet been reported back. You can return to Camelot quickly by marching day and night."

Morgan's words came from behind the black veil, once again indicating Mordred's next move. Mordred nodded, and then immediately led his remaining knights to Camelot.

After Mordred left, Morgan walked up to Davian with a cold expression.

She took off the black veil that covered her beautiful face, then reached out and gently pushed the noblest flag of the Glorious Eternal Legion in Davidian's hand.

The flag collapsed, and Davian slowly fell toward Morgan. Finally, he fell into Morgan's arms.

Morgan held his body and slowly knelt down on the ground. She gently touched Davian's gradually cold face and looked at his last face before death.

After she looked for a long while, she waved her hand, and her wide sleeves brushed across Davian's body.

The bloodstains and wounds disappeared under her magic, the torn clothes were repaired, and even his ferocious face became peaceful the moment his eyes closed.

"I finally got you. But I still feel unsatisfied. What do you mean we should remain loyal forever? Didn't you say that your loyalty after death should be dedicated to me?"

Morgan moaned softly over his corpse, and no one around dared to approach and disturb the two men.

She lowered her head and sniffed the scent of Davian: "Well, it smells like the red dragon. It really makes me angry. It should be my scent on you."

The next moment, both sides disappeared from the battlefield.

And the place where they appeared again was not in Camelot, but in Orkney.

This was Morgan's final revenge on Davian, as she was unwilling to bury him in the courtyard of Camelot.

She wanted to bury Davidian forever in Orkney, so that he would always be under her watch.

She didn't even want Altria to see Davian's body. This was her revenge, even though she would only feel empty after this revenge.

Because she lost the living Davian, the person who truly loved her and was loved by her.

Morgan kissed Davian's cold lips one last time before burying him in the grave that had already been dug.

This was both the last kiss between the two of them on the lips and the first.

Finally, Davian was placed in a coffin and buried in the tomb that had been prepared for him.

Morgan personally placed the tombstone for him, on which was already engraved the epitaph written by Morgan for Davian.

[I bury those I love and those who love me here - Morgan Slyrick]

When this was done, Morgan disappeared. There is no need to stay in Orkney. Britain will end in endless war.

There was nothing left for her to do.

A few months later, Artoria had already finished the war with Rome and boarded a warship returning to Britain.

Although she lost two ships and hundreds of soldiers in the battle with Rome, she won several times the losses.

The soldiers on the deck all had happy expressions on their faces. The long-lasting war with the alien race was finally over.

Although we could only pray for God's blessing after years of disaster, the struggle between people finally ended.

The soldiers, who were exhausted from the fatigue of life, also had hope in their eyes.

They kept repeating “It’s a bit of a savior now” like a mantra.

Yes, now that they have this opportunity to recuperate, they will be much better.

But Artoria saw the thing floating on the sea at this moment. It was a person, and it was someone whom Artoria was familiar with.

Wengenrib, the flag-bearer of the Brilliant Eternal Legion, Davian's most reliable deputy, is he actually drifting on the sea like this? What happened?

She quickly asked someone to call a doctor, then jumped off the boat and ran over relying on her ability to run on water.

When she got closer, she was even more certain that it was Wen Qinlibu. What was even more terrifying was that there was a sword tied tightly to his back.

This sword was even more familiar to Altria. It was Davian's dark sword, Moon Dark. What was going on? What happened in Britain?

Arturia picked him up without hesitation, and used an explosive magic release to jump back to her ship. As soon as the doctor came out, Wenqinribu woke up immediately.

"Are you awake? Wenqinlibuqing, hold on! Doctor, come here quickly, doctor!"

Altria just shouted a few words, but found that Wenqinlibu had stretched out his hand and grabbed her wrist tightly. Altria looked at Wenqinlibu in surprise, his strength was so great that he didn't look like a dying person at all.

Although he was seriously injured and weak, Wenqinlibu used up the last of his life to say everything he needed to say in one breath:

"My king! Mordred has rebelled! The seven major clans and all the major lords have colluded with the traitor. The Glorious Eternal Legion has been completely destroyed, and Lord Davian was stabbed to death by Mordred! Camelot has fallen!"

When he finished saying these words, the hand that was tightly holding Altria's wrist fell to the ground weakly.

In silence, Altria untied the dark sword from his back, laid his body flat on the deck and closed Vincenrib's eyes.

At this moment, she couldn't help biting her lips, and the last soldier of the Glorious Eternal Legion died in front of her at this moment.

He braved the dangers and rushed across Britain to the sea, just to seek an opportunity to inform my king in advance of everything that happened on the British Isles.

And God also chose to bless this heroic warrior, allowing him to complete his mission and finally pass away safely.

Chapter 162 The End of Britain

Artoria stood up, and the king showed no signs of cowardice or confusion at this moment.

Since the people on the British Isles had repaid her great achievements with such betrayal, she would not let it go.

For the first time, the desire for revenge ignited in her heart, and the news of Davian's death in battle made her realize that there was no turning back.

Davian once predicted that Britain would be destroyed in a fierce war. Now it seems that this prophecy is really coming true.

But Altria, who had restrained herself all her life, chose to obey her desire at this moment. She wanted revenge! She wanted revenge for Davian!

Since those people foolishly wanted to destroy her and Davian's dreams, then let death befall those people and let them understand how shameful all this is!

"Set the ship! Speed ​​back! We want those stupid people to understand that it's not over yet. It's just a rebellion. Let's suppress them like this!"

Her voice spread throughout the entire fleet with the blessing of her own magic power, and then the speed of all warships increased immediately.

They must now speed up their return to Britain to let those people know who is the real master of Britain.

Immediately afterwards, a soldier stepped forward to restrain Wenqinlibu's gradually cold body, while Arturia walked towards the bow of the ship with the Dark Sword.

Facing the boundless ocean, Artoria held in her hands the holy sword that Davitian had used for more than twenty years. To whom could she tell the sorrow in her heart?

The only person in this world who would unconditionally support her no matter what she did, the person who loved her had already left him.

[Didn’t you say that we would fight together until the last moment? Why did you leave first? 】

Silent tears fell down her face. She didn't cry out, she just cried silently. But then she held the sword in one hand and wiped away her tears with her free hand.

【I will avenge you! Davian, I promise! 】

Only at this moment did she give up her self-requirements as a knight and a king.

Go to hell and protect Britain, I want revenge for Davian!

But when they approached the harbor, they faced the heavily prepared military force of Mordred and the rebel princes.

Our side was exhausted, and the enemy was well prepared. This should have been an absolutely unfavorable battle.

But Gawain, who was recovering from his injuries in Orkney, immediately led his men to the battlefield after hearing the news of Mordred's rebellion. At this critical moment, he rushed to Sandwich to guide my king out of the encirclement.