Davidian's Holy Grail War

"Let's hurry, senior! We'll reach the royal city as soon as we cross this area!" Mashu said, and the group immediately started running forward, but then they heard the gentle plucking of harp strings in the distance.

Bedivere, who had been on high alert, immediately swung his sword to cleave the invisible blade of sound. He then stopped and began to survey his surroundings. Tristan's attacks had always been this difficult to deal with.

[Ahead, on the roof of the building on the right! There's a magical reaction behind the chimney!]

Dr. Roman has located Tristan's position using the scans from Chaldea and reported it to everyone in a timely manner. Tristan has obviously been waiting here for a long time.

"How sad. I could have sliced ​​you all up in just a few more steps. But it seems that I'm getting a little impatient now that we've come this far."

Tristan emerged from behind the chimney, holding Philnott, and jumped in front of the group. He then gently plucked the strings again to launch his attack.

Bedivere chose to retaliate directly, but this time Tristan did not give him any chance to get close and began to engage in a long-distance tug-of-war.

The others were about to step forward to help when they triggered a trap set by Tristan. Sound blades attacked from different angles, forcing them to stay put.

At this point, Tristan has clearly resorted to any means necessary, and they may have already fallen into a trap he has laid.

Even though they were able to block all the attacks, they were still stuck here and unable to reach the royal city.

“Fate is like death. You once defied fate in that shabby village. Since that’s the case, let me see your last struggle.”

He moved swiftly while plucking the strings, and Bedivere tried to block his attacks while desperately chasing after him. But he couldn't catch up, as Bedivere's attention also had to be diverted to the traps that might appear at any moment.

“Sir Tristan, I have nothing more to say to you now. The Sir Tristan I knew in that village has vanished! No matter how immature I may be, I am still a knight of the King of Knights! I could never be defeated by you, the knight of the Lion King!”

Bedivere retaliated against Tristan with all his might, but Tristan smiled and did not respond to his words.

He stopped, then unleashed a torrent of attacks with all his might, overwhelming Bedivere. Bedivere was now powerless to pursue Tristan; he could barely even defend himself.

"There has never been a Round Table as you know it here. We are lions, demons with the hearts of beasts. We cruelly murder you, using this era as a stepping stone, and offering up the ideal city to the Lion King. There is nothing else."

Just as Tristan was about to say something, he suddenly frowned and then swiftly drew his sword to parry the dagger flying towards him.

Three Hassans appeared before the crowd at the same time, unleashing a rain of throwing knives that simultaneously dismantled all the traps set by Tristan.

Thanks to the time they had spent fighting, they finally saw the layout of all the traps on site, and now it was time for them to unleash their full potential.

Ritsuka's group became even more excited; they hadn't seen the three people before them for some time. But before he could speak, Cursed Arm spoke first:

"It's been a long time, Lord Ritsuka! We must have a lot to say to each other about this fierce battle. But now, every second counts!"

"Please hurry, everyone! This man is our prey. We'll risk the old man's dignity to take his life no matter what!"

After a brief silence, Ritsuka and Mash led the remaining people towards the royal city, but before leaving, he still left behind the words: "Don't die!"

“That’s what we should say.” Cursed Wrist smiled. “Farewell, and I will repay your great kindness to date with this battle.”

Tristan did not pursue, as he had to be cautious given the three Servants attacking him simultaneously. However, he still said:

"I am very sad right now. I am really down on my luck. My conversation with old friends has been taken away by insects, forcing me to start pest control at this time."

Such rudeness will come at a high price, and I am very worried whether you can afford it.

"Is that so? But you'd better be careful. Otherwise, you might get bitten by an insect and end up paying the price!" With that, the four of them clashed. This was the old man's revenge, and no one could interfere.

Ritsuka and his group also advanced rapidly, defeating all the righteous knights they encountered along the way and rushing into the royal city towards the main hall where the Knights of the Round Table were gathering.

But as they rushed up the stairs and were about to run down the corridor, someone chased after them from behind. Dr. Roman had already given information from his Spirit Origin reaction: it was none other than the Sun Knight—Gawain!

"He's here after all. Of course, there's no way he couldn't have missed it. We should feel lucky; the goddess of victory is on our side. If he had broken in while we were confronting the Lion King, we would have been doomed to lose."

Bedivere drew his sword and turned to face back, while Gawain stepped off the stairs and into the corridor at that moment.

Everyone was taken aback. They had expected to face Gawain and his entire army. But only Gawain came, yet even with just him and his sword, the pressure he exerted was greater than before.

"Sir. Gawain, are you all alone...?" Mashu couldn't help but ask, this was really too unexpected.

Gawain nodded in response: "Yes, I gave the knights their own choices. Their fate is no longer my concern. Whether I defeat you here or am defeated by you, the final outcome of the Holy City is no longer my concern."

When the Tower of the End appears, our mission will be over. All that remains is how we, the Round Table, will die for our king.

"It seems so. Until the very last moment, you haven't changed. You've made up your mind to become the King's Sword. Even if everything is explained here, there's no way to stop you."

Bedivere launched the first attack after speaking, but Gawain's all-out upward slash sent him flying. The offensive and defensive positions were reversed at that moment, with Gawain now launching a fierce attack on the group.

At the same time, as he launched his fierce attack, he shouted to the crowd: "Of course! When I was summoned here, the king said this to me—Sun Knight, another Holy Sword Wielder. This time, you may go and fulfill your wish!"

The king said, "I'll do whatever you want, whether it's to fight against the king or leave the holy city. Can you understand the joy I felt then!"

With that, he swung his sword again, unleashing a fierce burst of flames in an attempt to wipe out all his opponents. Mash managed to block the attack, but Gawain immediately charged at them once more!

Gao Wen, going all out.

Chapter 218 Decisive Battle (5)

Bedivere remained silent, offering no response. Perhaps this was already a response; he understood, but he couldn't truly empathize with the feelings of the other knights.

In the eyes of the other Knights of the Round Table, apart from Davian, Bedivere was someone to be envied.

“We all have our own regrets and remorse!” Gawain swung his sword again, knocking Bedivere back, and then threw a punch that knocked Da Vinci’s flying gauntlets to the ground. He took Mash’s shield bash with his body and blocked it.

He didn't have the triple blessing in this room, but his inner emotions were burning fiercely, supporting his body.

"The Lion King is not the original King Arthur, we all know that! But that person is still Artoria Pendragon!"

Lord Camelot is no longer the dragon knight of the past! Yet Lord David still reserved his goodwill for his fellow members of the Round Table, bearing alone the sins of the infighting within the Round Table!

Gawain kept swinging his sword, his moves were wide and sweeping. It should have been full of openings, and it looked as if three people tied together wouldn't be enough for him to beat.

"So I am no longer the Gawain of the past! That's all! What are you still hesitating for! Sir Bedivere, what you want to protect is not the same as what I want to protect now! I'll ask you one last time, what exactly is your sword!"

A powerful slash forced the three back once more, and Bedivere's face turned grim, as if he had been driven to the brink of despair. But after a brief silence, he straightened up and revealed his silver arm, from which golden light burst forth.

Gawain vaguely saw the true form hidden within that arm. At this moment, along with David's previous evasiveness, he suddenly understood what the silver arm really was.

"Then I will answer you now! My right arm is the end of loyalty, the proof of irreparable sin! What I dream of seeing is the figure of the king, to truly save that ever-moving figure! Whoever dares to obstruct me now will be killed without mercy! My arm, now is a silver arm!"

Flames erupted from Gawain's Kaledin as he looked at Bedivere without any mercy and said:

“So that’s how it is. Now I understand completely. But that’s for the best, Bedivere! I will prove my loyalty with my death, and you must do the same! Old Round Table, last of the chivalrous good! Your time to die is coming!”

The two charged at each other with all their might, and no one else could intervene at that moment. Gawain's Kaledin slashed down with all his might from above, while Bedivere's Silver Arm rammed into Kaledin from below.

The holy flames and the pure golden light collided, and in the end, it was the golden light that deflected the flames.

Seizing this opportunity, Bedivere's upward-slashing silver arm cleaved Gawain's chest in two, blood spurting out and soaking half of Bedivere's body.

Severely wounded, Gawain fell backward, but he managed to stabilize himself by stabbing Caledin into the ground.

Even after spitting out a mouthful of blood, he still said to Bedivere, "It seems this is the end for me too. I didn't expect to miss the King's battle in the end. It seems this is fate, and I can't force it."

But at that moment, a hand reached out from behind and placed on Gawain's shoulder. When Gawain turned his head, he only saw David Ann's approachable expression.

Before he could say anything more, Davidian spoke first:

“That’s enough, Gao Wenqing. You’ve done very well. You are a loyal knight of the king no matter what. There’s no doubt about that. After I fell, you dragged your wounded body to rescue my lord and fought to the last moment, which is the best proof of that.”

After saying all this, he nodded slightly to Gawain, indicating that he could rest. There was no need to feel ashamed of what had happened; he hadn't done anything wrong in the first place.

“Lord…I…” Gawain wept, then transformed into spirit particles and vanished from the space. Davidian stretched out his fingers and rubbed the scattered golden spirit particles back and forth.

That's not bad; at least it eases his guilt about the past and makes his heart feel a little lighter. As for the sins he committed in this holy place, he can atone for them later.

Then, David looked at the two Servants still standing there with a calm yet slightly melancholic expression. This moment was truly nearing its end.

Their story is finally coming to an end here. How wonderful! Those who have made mistakes should be brought down by those who uphold morality. In bringing them to fruition, they also have their own sins settled.

He gripped the sword with both hands, plunging the Nameless Sword into the ground as he looked at Bedivere before him, unleashing the full aura of the former Lord of Camelot.

"Mordred has been defeated by you, Tristan has just been confirmed eliminated, and Gawain is now down as well. You've done a great job."

At this moment, Davidian really wanted to say something grand and inspiring, like he had done to comfort Sadiri during the Battle of Kahn a thousand years ago, to say something to reassure everyone, including himself.

Unfortunately, he found himself at a loss for words, as if no words would be appropriate at this moment.

So he simply stated the facts and said some simple words:

"1500 years have passed, Lord Bedivere. Everything has come to this point. You are good, truly... although you did make a mistake back then."

But in this 1500-year quest, you have truly demonstrated your loyalty. The so-called path of atonement has indeed reached this final step, and that is truly good.

Mashu and Da Vinci were taken aback. 1500 years? What does that mean? Only Dulixiang's expression shifted complicatedly, her lips twitching slightly. "I knew it..."

Seeing the puzzled looks on their faces, David understood the situation. He shook his head helplessly, seemingly dissatisfied with Bedivere for hiding the truth until now.

Does one really have to stand before that king to be willing to tell the truth? If one cannot lay everything bare, how can one stand tall and face all of this with dignity?

"Lord Bedivere, tell them the truth. It is your duty. They have fought alongside you all this way and have already proven their loyalty and reliability. Are you afraid to tell them the truth? This is not the kind of emotion you should have after all this."

Although David's voice was not loud, his tone was so forceful that it was as if his words were an order, brooking no argument.

After a moment's thought, Bedivere stepped forward, then turned and bowed to the three of them in apology. With his apology, Merlin's pretense vanished completely.

Bedivere's mindset had reached its peak at this moment. He faced everything about himself with equanimity, hoping to complete his mission after so many years of pursuit.

"No way, what's going on? Why has it been operating incorrectly all this time?! Ritsuka, is your Bedivere the real one? The observation results are abnormal; there's absolutely no Servant Spirit Origin reaction, and the Magic Circuits are only at the human level!"

You should say... he's just an ordinary human being. The person in front of you isn't a Servant; he's a human being just like you.

Dr. Roman's words startled Mashu and Da Vinci. Ritsuka, however, simply accepted reality with a wry smile. "Just as I expected."

Chapter 219 Decisive Battle (6)

"I think I guessed that. But why?" Ritsuka could guess part of the truth, but he just didn't understand why things had turned out this way.