Davidian's Holy Grail War

He then waved his hand, and Lancelot and Tristan, who were standing behind him, immediately stepped forward.

David immediately ordered the two men: "Once the assistant officer's men return and report on the mountain routes and the mountain people's strongholds, you two will set off on this mission. If you can capture the Chaldeans alive, that would be good. If not, kill them all."

"Yes." Both men responded, and David nodded, gesturing for the three to leave. After they had all left, he yawned.

Alright, I wonder how they'll do on this mission. To be honest, I wish Tristan could just leave now. All the Servant information eventually comes back to him, and given his personality, facing this kind of thing again would be really difficult for him.

As a friend, Davidian didn't want Tristan, the most sentimental person, to stay and participate in this matter. But Tristan made his own choice, so it wasn't Davidian's place to say anything more.

Tristan was also a pitiful man. He was unlucky enough in love during his life, and before leaving the Round Table, he said those things without thinking, which made him bear the burden of eternal self-reproach.

David then went to the top of the holy city and looked down at the passersby. These people had no idea what their final fate would be.

Rather than arriving in an ideal world, it's more like becoming a puppet in the Lion King's sandbox city, forever displaying the most righteous human form in this holy city.

Life in the Holy City was always so peaceful, and David had nothing much to do here.

The same applies to Agravity, because the city's inhabitants are so perfect that there is absolutely no need for them to do anything.

Therefore, their mission is only to deal with external enemies, and the decisive battle with the Sun King is not yet time. For now, they can only focus on the Mountain People and the Chaldeans.

A few days later, Agguiwen's men returned, bringing with them the mountain people's stronghold and a map showing the route there.

Lancelot and Tristan immediately led their troops into battle, while Davidian silently flew through the air, observing the situation below. He had witnessed the Knights of the Round Table's journey into the mountains and their discovery of the Mountain People's village.

Are the Chaldeans not here? Only Arash is guarding the village. Have they gone to seek reinforcements?

Davidian monitored the battle from the air. Lancelot had taken down Arash. This wasn't surprising; given the advantage of a surprise attack and their superior numbers, a single strike was quite achievable.

However, after defeating Arash, Lancelot bid farewell to Tristan and left.

David sighed inwardly, helplessly. This guy was still the same as always. But it didn't matter, since Lord Tristan was still here.

Meanwhile, the Chaldeans rushed back to the village via a mountain path. Judging by their speed, they were clearly in a great hurry. And rightly so, given that the archer Tawara Tota could observe the village from a great distance.

As Hassan and Xuanzang went to rescue the civilians, the Chaldea group ran into Tristan, who was still there.

Facing the boy and girl before him, Tristan gently plucked the strings and said:

"Knight of the Round Table, Tristan. By order of my lord, I have come to take your lives. Life is unpredictable; sometimes meeting means parting. But this is inevitable; killing and being killed are the norm in war. Your fate is to be burned to ashes along with this wretched village."

“Lord Tristan… how could this be? How could the legendary Prince of Sorrow have become so cruel?”

Mashu's expression was grim. Counting the time they faced Tristan after Hassan got drunk in the wilderness, this was the second time they had encountered him. But just like before, Tristan was still as ferocious as a wild beast.

“That shield… I see. It is indeed sad. I never thought I would have to kill the one who inherited the power of the Round Table. Lord Davidian and Agravan are really wicked for not telling me about this.”

His face now showed what appeared to be sadness, but his words were completely different: "But so be it, after all, I've already degenerated into a beast. Even if I degenerate further, it doesn't matter."

Then Tristan gently plucked a string, and an invisible blade of sound pierced towards Mash, but Bedivere, who was familiar with Tristan's attacks, had already drawn his sword and cut the invisible blade of sound in two.

At that moment, Tristan's emotions wavered, but he still calmly said:

“How could this be? I never expected to see you here. It’s like a dream. Not only are you here, but you’re even planning to be our enemy. I’m so sad, Lord Bedivere.”

"Sad? Nothing is more sad than what you, Lord Tristan, are doing now! A man like you, Lord Tristan, would slaughter civilians, attack the unarmed, and set villages on fire!"

Bedivere gripped his sword tightly, filled with both sorrow and rage. He had never imagined that his colleagues would stoop to such a state. Why had this happened? He couldn't understand!

But Tristan retorted, “Foolish! Would a Knight of the Round Table not harm innocent villagers? Knight Bedivere, this is a huge misunderstanding, and it’s your own fault. In Britain, our merciful King did indeed advise us against pursuing them further, but he never issued a decree.”

He took a step forward, his attitude becoming even more resolute, and his demeanor even more ferocious:

"Don't forget, the lord and the capital once drained the villages dry to replenish their military supplies. Although no life-threatening conflicts broke out then, it was only because we still had the strength to spare. Now it's different!"

"Lord Tristan!" Bedivere angrily swung his sword forward, but Tristan used Philnott to firmly block Bedivere's attack.

But as the two drew near, Bedivere shouted angrily:

"Don't compare what you're doing now with what the kings and lords did back then. Even when they attacked civilians, the kings and lords were doing it to protect more people. What you're doing now is a massacre, nothing but meaningless slaughter!"

Tristan frowned before saying, "I never expected that you, who are usually so gentle and refined, would unleash such a strong killing intent and sword aura. You've changed, Lord Bedivere."

I never imagined I would be forced to kill the knight I conversed with at the same round table, to kill you, my dearest friend. The pain of that grief will surely never heal. Please reconsider.

My love. The thought of tearing you apart, piercing you, feels like my heart is being ripped apart.

Chapter 204 The Origin of Archers

Bedivere drew his sword, forcing Tristan back, and pointed his sword at his former friend.

At this moment, all that remained in Bedivere's eyes was anger.

But he still said to Tristan, "I feel the same way, even though you've always been a pessimist. But when we fight side by side, no one can match the level of teamwork you have with me. Whether it's defense, offense, or anything else. And that's precisely why all of this is absolutely unforgivable!"

Tristan listened to him and began to pluck the strings of Philnott's violin.

But Bedivere swung his sword and cleaved through all the sound blades that came toward him; he was all too familiar with Tristan's attack methods and strategies.

After all, they had fought side by side for so long, whether facing the Saxons attacking from the coast or battling the monsters on the island, they had fought side by side and entrusted their lives to each other.

"If your actions have been permitted by the Lion King, then I will step over your corpse and confront the Lion King!"

When Bedivere uttered those words, he was already within five steps of Tristan. He then hurled his sword at Tristan, who instinctively deflected it with his Blade of Sound, at which point Bedivere's arm emitted a golden light.

"Devour my soul, gallop forth! [Grip his sword tightly, Silver Arm]!" His strike wounded Tristan's body from the side, and Bedivere collapsed from the pain of using the Silver Arm.

Tristan, wounded from the attack, collapsed to the ground. Only then did the others behind him realize what had happened. Bedivere had actually defeated Tristan, the most powerful fighter among the Round Table members, in a one-on-one fight?

[How could he single-handedly defeat the infamous Tristan? Was Lord Bedivere's arm truly just a simple silver arm?]

Da Vinci was filled with questions at this moment. She had wanted to ask before, why would the Silver Arm emit such starlight? Something was wrong.

"The smell of burning flesh and soul... This is too self-torture. What drives you to fight like this, even at the cost of your own life?"

Tristan was now standing up completely unharmed, leaving everyone wide-eyed. He had taken a direct hit from the Silver Arm, especially to the side, yet he seemed perfectly fine. How could this be?

"You all seem surprised, but unfortunately, I happen to possess the ability to recover quickly, thanks to the Lion King's blessing. Oh well, the final attack is coming anyway. I don't have much time left, I should go."

After speaking, he jumped up and plucked the strings of his zither to deflect the flying knives and arrows that were aimed at him. By this time, the others had completed the rescue of the villagers and dealt with all the righteous knights in the village.

They were all burning with rage at Tristan, who was still there.

He raised an eyebrow in exasperation upon landing, but too lazy to reprimand the fallen knights. They were just familiars anyway; if one batch was lost, another could be made.

These are minor matters; the important thing now is to get out of here.

"Knight of the Round Table, Tristan! You are the only one who cannot be forgiven!" Cursed Arm uttered curses at Tristan, who was still standing there, with deep resentment. The two had now formed a deadly feud, which could only end with the death of one of them.

“We are the same, old man of the mountain. The king will never forgive you. For if you had not resisted, the king’s goal would have already been achieved. The time has come. Look up at the sky! To the west, you will receive your retribution with regret.”

Tristan pointed to the western sky, and a golden beam of light descended from the heavens, striking West Village directly. With a single blow, the entire village was transformed into a massive crater.

At that moment, Ritsuka and the others remembered the story that Lu Shide had told them: the pillar of light that had destroyed villages one by one. Now they were actually witnessing this power with their own eyes. Was this really the power of a Servant, a Heroic Spirit? How could this be?

And just as everyone was in shock, Tristan continued:

"This is the Lion King's punishment, and also the purifying pillar of the Holy Lance Rungomminiad. As you can see, the tiny village of the mountain people has vanished. There's no need to say more; it won't be long before it's this village's turn, to be annihilated without a trace."

Bedivere, who had been helped up by Ritsuka, could no longer hold back and shouted, "You...you are not crazy, are you? That...that was the work of King Arthur?"

Who would have thought that Tristan, who had been keeping his eyes closed, would suddenly open them wide and even loudly retort:

"Of course! How can a purge be carried out if one is not of sound mind! In order to leave no survivors, our king has made a holy decision! How can punishment be mixed with personal feelings! That king has now completely abandoned the people's hearts!"

His words silenced Bedivere, for Bedivere knew why things had turned out this way. Tracing everything back to the beginning, he knew why the king had become the Lion King.

That's why he can't speak, because without that reason, none of this would have happened.

"My king's punishment is coming soon. Farewell, Lord Bedivere... I suppose we'll never meet again."

Tristan moved swiftly and vanished from everyone's sight. The Servants remaining there had no interest in chasing him; it was pointless.

Because the golden beam of light overhead has already begun to fall! Now, the focus should not be on killing the enemy, but on how to escape.

Not only did they have to escape, but they also had to take the villagers who remained with them. The shelters couldn't withstand the bombing attacks; if they stayed, everyone would die!

[The magic power reading above exceeds three million! Even the highest-level Noble Phantasm only deals between one thousand and three thousand damage. This is an output that's absolutely incomparable! Everyone, retreat now! You'll be burned to ashes!]

"Where are the villagers?!" Ritsuka was extremely anxious. How could he abandon the villagers and run away in this situation? He just couldn't do it, even if it would be considered foolish.

“That’s right, we can’t be the only ones running away. Let’s go and meet up with the villagers who are fleeing to the cave!” Mashu felt the same way. As the youngest and most innocent people here, they couldn’t just abandon the people here and run away to save their own lives.

But at that moment, a voice rang out from behind everyone present: "No, neither can be done, whether it's escaping or rescuing them."

"Who are you? Don't act like you know everything... Lord Arash!" Cursed Wrist was the first to turn around, ready to rebuke the newcomer for his sarcastic remarks, but he only saw Arash standing there, covered in wounds.

The deep, slashing wound on his chest suggests he took a solid hit from the holy sword.

"Sorry, I messed up. I took the direct hit of Lancelot's Noble Phantasm and was easily knocked down, falling to the bottom of the valley. Sigh, you guys were all boasting before you left that you could hold out for two days. But look at this miserable state now. If you have any complaints, feel free to complain."

Arash didn't cover his wound as he spoke, but instead gripped his longbow tightly. He knew his fate; it seemed to have come to an end.

Chapter 205 Stella!

Mash and Da Vinci immediately went to check Arash's injuries, but that was all they could do.

The injury was so severe that Arash would have disappeared long ago had it not been for his exceptionally strong physique.

"Don't talk nonsense. Even if you want to scold someone, now is not the time. It's too much of a strain for you to come back in this condition."

Da Vinci was now helpless; the injury was too severe. Arondette's attack left no way out. He truly lived up to his title as the Knight of the Lake, a power second only to King Arthur and Lord Camelot.

"Ah, there's nothing I can do. I still have things to do. Even if you laugh at me or complain, it doesn't matter. This is an opportunity to salvage my reputation."