Davidian's Holy Grail War

When all the Knights of the Round Table who had raised the rebellious flag fell, the flames on the battlefield subsided. David stood in the very center of the battlefield, sword in hand, looking up at the sky. At this moment, only a few of them remained, still breathing.

"So, you two have made your decision, haven't you?" Davidian looked at Kay and Gareth, who were standing on the sidelines of the battlefield. It was fine if they didn't want to fight. Even if they wanted to stay in this era, that was fine too. But if they wanted to raise their swords against them, Davidian would be saddened, but he would also point his sword at them.

Golden spiritual energy was now emanating from Kai's body. Davidian nodded to him, and Kai nodded back in return. They didn't exchange many words; Kai now understood the situation.

Although he was also heartbroken because of this situation, Kai knew that this was not something he could intervene in and steer in the right direction.

“Father, then I will return. I wish you the best in the end.” Gareth bowed to Davidian, who went over and ruffled her soft hair.

“Go back, Gareth. I will bear all the sins.”

Chapter 186 The Journey of Atonement

The Lion Queen slowly stepped forward and addressed the remaining Knights of the Round Table: "The outcome is decided. I will bestow my blessings upon those who remain. What do you desire?"

"Reversal." This was Tristan. The voice of Davidan slaughtering the rebellious Knights of the Round Table had entered his mind, into his heart. He couldn't forget this scene, nor did he try to stop it. Since he had already fallen, he might as well fall into even deeper depths.

"Never to Sleep." Gawain demanded absolute power. Since he had sworn allegiance to the Lion King, he should obtain the strongest power. An unyielding power to annihilate all invading enemies, so that he could surely share the burdens of the Lion King and Lord Camelot.

"Tragic." Lancelot felt helpless at what he was seeing. He knew this was wrong. But he still chose the Lion King. The reason was simple: he had made a mistake, and now he wanted to maintain his loyalty, even if the reason for that loyalty was wrong.

“I want…” Mordred began, but the Lion King interrupted her.

"Mordred, I will grant you a rampage." Hearing the Lion King's words, Mordred said no more. But she knew in her heart that this was the blessing she deserved. Having brought about the tragic end of the Round Table, she would die like a mad dog in this singularity.

At this moment, the Lion King looked at Agravan again: "Agravan, what do you desire now?"

“No, I don’t need those blessings.” Agravan refused the powerful blessing offered by the Lion King without hesitation.

Finally, the Lion King raised his head to look into the distance and announced their destination: "Then, let us set off! My Knights of the Round Table, to Jerusalem!"

David, transformed into a phoenix, cleared a path through the sky. The Lion King waved his hand, and warhorses befitting the members of the Round Table appeared on the earth. Everyone mounted their horses and charged into the distance towards the destination indicated by the King. There they would wage war, and there they would build a new city of chalk.

Shortly thereafter, the chalk city of Camelot covered what was once Jerusalem overnight, and news of the holy selection that had begun before the city's sacred gates spread throughout the scorching land.

If you still want to live, go to Camelot in the Lion King's kingdom for refuge, for that is the only place where you can have a chance to survive.

And at this moment, the sinner finally reached his end. On the other side of the world, he knelt by the clear lake, waiting for the wisest man at the round table to arrive. The sinner hoped that the wise man would give him a chance.

Before long, the scenery around the sinner changed. He too had entered the tower, and there he finally met the wise man. The end he had longed for was finally approaching, even if reaching it meant falling into the abyss.

But that doesn't matter. His task is to atone for his sins and return the sword to its true owner.

Merlin recounted everything that had happened in the Sixth Singularity to the Sinner, who silently memorized it all, knowing it was his responsibility.

It was his past mistakes that led to this terrible situation: Davian's obsession, the Lion King's transformation, and the deaths of innocent people. All of this stemmed from him, and he must bear full responsibility.

"It's just as you heard. Not only Artoria, but even Davian swept through the area with the flames of the phoenix. If it weren't for the Magic King's burning of humanity, she probably wouldn't have done such a thing. For a moment, I couldn't even tell which King Arthur was the real one—the King Arthur I knew who went to Avalon, or the King Arthur you knew who remained on earth."

Merlin tapped his staff lightly. He knew the current situation; in fact, he had watched Davian's journey unfold until now. Countless timelines followed Camlann, and this current situation was certainly a possibility.

The sinner replied, “I made a mistake back then, and for the next fifteen hundred years I searched for her. But even though I searched, I still couldn’t find her. In the end, I drifted here and became a walking corpse.”

Merlin tilted his head and gently waved his robes, at least giving the sinner before him the strength to stand up and walk again.

"Your luck is either very good or very bad. The damage these fifteen hundred years have done to you is too great; your body is scarred and your soul has become a flickering candle in the wind, a mere walking corpse. But surprisingly, your spirit has not yet been exhausted. Your persistence commands you not to die like this, before you complete your true mission. Do you understand, Lucius, or rather, Lord Bedivere?"

The sinner raised his head, and with the power given to him by Merlin, he gained the ability to act again, but he also knew that this was his last. He had to complete his mission this time.

"Although you've just woken up, I'm sorry to say I don't have much time either. I'll still tell you some harsh things as usual: Can you still fight? Can you still fulfill your mission?"

Bedivere nodded and said, "Yes, that's why I'm here, why I've gotten to this point."

After a brief silence, Merlin nodded and then drew the sword that had always been on Bedivere's back. This Star Sword had been with Bedivere for fifteen hundred years, and it was thanks to this sword that Bedivere had been able to continue to live physically.

He placed the sword beside Bedivere's empty side, and in an instant, the sword transformed into one of Bedivere's arms.

Merlin nodded in satisfaction, then explained to Bedivere:

"This is a farewell gift for you. First, let me cast a distraction spell on you, so that even if anyone sees you, they won't be able to detect your true identity. To prevent any Heroic Spirit from discovering your truth, since once they know your truth, they will do everything in their power to stop you."

Bedivere was about to speak when Merlin stopped him and continued:

"That's not just for Artoria, who has become the Lion King, but also for you. You understand, Lord Bedivere. They don't want you to have such a cruel ending. I can assure you that even Lord Davidan would never want you to have such an ending if it weren't for dire circumstances."

“Your 1,500-year journey has proven your loyalty. The Holy City may have failed, but you should not have suffered such a tragic fate, you know that.”

Bedivere remained silent; he understood what his colleagues were thinking. They were all kind people, and Merlin's words reflected their sentiments.

But Bedivere has no regrets; he will move forward. And his silence signifies one thing: he will definitely accomplish what he ought to do.

"Well then, here's an extra bonus. I've made a small modification to make it easier for you to fight, and renamed it Silver Arm. Although it will burn your soul intensely every time you use it, just bear with it for now."

"Your goal is a possibility, an apocalyptic land where chivalry is about to take its ultimate form. Even if you have to fight against your former comrades, even if you have to face the sins of the past, the brilliance of this arm will not be diminished in the slightest. Because this is precisely—the greatest sin you have committed."

After hearing these words, Bedivere stood up and opened his eyes. He was no longer in the tower; all he could see before him was endless yellow sand.

Don't blame yourself for all of this, Bedivere. You haven't done anything wrong.

These were Merlin's final farewell words, which Bedivere kept in mind before striding away. This time, he was determined to fulfill his mission.

Chapter 187 Holy Ba

"Senior, everyone has gathered at the gate of the Holy City. It seems the Holy Eradication is about to begin."

Mashu whispered to Ritsuka while observing everyone around her. On the way here, she wondered just how many people would be waiting here for the start of the Holy Grail War.

When she arrived, she realized she had underestimated the number of people.

Ritsuka nodded slightly, patiently waiting to see how things would unfold. To be honest, he felt a little uneasy.

Since arriving at this singularity, Chaldea has witnessed many facts that have deeply shocked them.

Tristan, a Knight of the Round Table who has become exceptionally brutal and even slaughters civilians, summons the entire desert and confronts the so-called Lion King, Pharaoh Ozymandias.

They've even seen the Holy Grail, but now they understand that simply taking it back won't fix the singularity, so they need to find more clues.

Guided by Ozymandias, they overcame numerous obstacles to reach the outskirts of this holy city, and their luck was on their side. The Holy Battle seemed imminent, and they might have a chance to witness the true face of the Lion King.

But just now, during a conversation with a merchant, they learned that after the Lion King arrived, he had massacred the local forces, not only the Crusaders, but even the mountain people like themselves had suffered greatly.

Besides those who came to participate in the Holy Salvation, many others hid in the mountains, continuing their lives and resistance against the Round Table under the guidance of the cult.

This intensified Ritsuka's unease; he vaguely sensed that this Holy Selection was not a simple selection ceremony. The gathering of such a large number of mountain people here suggested there was more to it than met the eye.

Just then, he heard shouts coming from the mountain people near the city gate:

"The door is open!"

"The Holy Grail is about to begin!"

As the gates of the Holy Capital opened, the pitch-black night instantly transformed into daylight. Ritsuka and the other two stared wide-eyed in disbelief. What had just happened?

Could a Servant have activated their Noble Phantasm? No, there wasn't a single warning sign, not even a fluctuation of magical energy. What on earth happened?

"Gentlemen, I am Gawain, a Knight of the Round Table under the Lion King. This phenomenon of night turning into day is due to the blessing of Never Night bestowed by our King. Please do not be alarmed, the Holy Edict is about to begin."

Gawain explained to everyone the reason for the arrival of daylight, which reassured them. With such an extraordinary knight, they could surely reach their ideal world once they passed through the Holy Land.

But Ritsuka sensed something was wrong; the knight who had emerged from the doorway was now surrounding all the refugees present. To say this was solely for the sake of Saint Bachelor would be an overreaction. Just as he was pondering the reason, Dr. Roman's words reached his ears again:

[Ritsuka! Watch out! An alarming magical reaction has occurred at the castle gate!]

Through Chaldea's remote communication, Dr. Roman had informed Ritsuka of all the intelligence they could observe. Ritsuka's alarm bells were already at full strength, even exceeding the threshold; he could sense that something bad was about to happen.

"Only a limited number of people can be led to the end!" Sure enough, a beautiful yet extremely majestic female voice came from above the city gate, and everyone's eyes turned in that direction. A king wearing white armor, a lion-shaped helmet, and a pure white cloak stood there.

Ritsuka and the others immediately understood the situation. This person must be the Lion King. Even the Knight of the Round Table, Gawain, had to turn around and bow, which was enough to prove her identity.

"Human nature is corrupt and degenerate. Therefore, I will conduct a selection to choose souls that will never be tainted! Humans who will forever remain pure!" As the Lion King finished speaking, three beams of golden light fell upon the crowd.

First came gasps of surprise from the crowd, followed by sighs of envy. All the refugees understood that those enveloped by the three beams of golden light were the chosen ones of the Lion King, the ones destined to reach the end.

"The Holy Grail War is complete; these three are sufficient. Go and retrieve them, Lord Gao Wenqing." With that, the Lion King vanished from the spot.

“Yes, sir!” Gawain, who had been bowing, turned around. His gaze swept over the three people who still retained a faint golden light. “The king awaits your reprimand… So, from this moment on! The holy punishment begins!”

The moment Gawain finished speaking, the heavily armored knights surrounding the crowd drew their weapons and charged into the fray. They hacked and slashed without mercy, turning the scene into a living hell.

[Knight Gawain, known as the Knight of the Sun! The wielder of the second holy sword is beyond doubt! The Lion King now in the Holy Land and Holy City is King Arthur! It is King Arthur and his Knights of the Round Table!]

Dr. Roman also confirmed the current situation: the previous Tristan was not a coincidence; the holy city that suddenly appeared in Jerusalem was created by King Arthur and his Knights of the Round Table.

Many wanted to escape or resist, but how could they, without weapons and exhausted and thirsty, possibly stand a chance against such a group of heavily armored knights?

Blood splattered across the land. Da Vinci was about to pull Ritsuka and Mash away when the two of them threw off their tattered robes and charged toward the knights.

"Mash! Go all out! I'll support you with my Mystic Code!" Ritsuka stretched out her hand, her crimson Command Seals gleaming.

Having reached this sixth singularity, he has become increasingly proficient in using his magical costume. Now is the time to use his abilities to help these people escape.

"Understood, Master!" Mash knocked a knight away with her shield. This knight had just killed a mother shrouded in light because she refused to be separated from her child. The knight had mistakenly killed the mother while killing the child.

"I clearly saw it, but I still didn't make it..." Mashu felt guilty, but fought even harder because they had to save more people right now.

"Don't get distracted, Mashu! Other knights are getting closer!" Ritsuka pulled the child to her side while surveying the surroundings, looking for a chance to retreat. The current situation was far too unfavorable for them.

"Oh dear~ I knew it would be like this. These two wouldn't do something like running away and leaving ordinary people behind." Da Vinci said helplessly, but she immediately joined the battle. Reason and emotion, she wanted to be rational, but emotion was often more moving, making her body move involuntarily.

Their efforts even seemed to have spurred others in another direction to draw their swords and fight, creating an opportunity for the refugees there to escape. With the combined efforts of both sides, it appeared that quite a few people could be rescued.

"That's about enough! You guys should break out from the west side quickly, or there won't be a way back once you get closer to the main gate!" Dr. Roman urged everyone to retreat quickly. Almost everyone who could escape had already done so. If they didn't retreat soon, Ritsuka and the other two would be trapped and unable to protect themselves.

But Gawain's cold words shattered their plans, for he had already drawn his sword: