Davidian's Holy Grail War

Her sincere words resonated deeply with Gawain, mingling with Artoria's noble bearing on the battlefield.

All of Gao Wen's previous doubts were resolved. Even with such a small body and such a disadvantageous situation, he still had to muster the courage to stand up and fight.

She did not unify Britain because she wanted to become queen, but because she wanted to end all wars and for the future of all the people of Britain, she took up the sword and became queen.

Gawain realized at that moment that this noble man was different from those kings who trembled and submitted in the shadow of Vortigern.

I should not draw my sword for this unjust war, but for the ideals and wishes of the man before me!

At this moment, Gao Wen realized his own thoughts and felt that they were justified.

When Gawain also began to retreat, he and his knights were the last remaining force on the battlefield.

This was originally the task that King Loth had given him. If he was forced into a desperate situation, King Loth also instructed him to directly liberate Kaledin and wipe out all the enemies.

Davidian faced Gawain again at this moment. Although Davidian wanted to take advantage of the situation to pursue, the continuous release of his ultimate move consumed a lot of his stamina, causing him to lose the opportunity to pursue.

However, he can still eliminate those enemies who haven't had time to retreat.

It wasn't until Gao Wen faced him again that their second encounter began.

"Gawain, are you in charge of covering the rear? Perfect, they're not qualified to fight me, but you're a good opponent."

Even Gawain was alarmed by David's current state; despite his severe physical exhaustion, his mind was remarkably sharp.

His imposing presence seemed poised to overwhelm Gawain from the front, forcing Gawain to immediately dismount and let Greengreat leave the battlefield. Only in foot combat could he fight Davidian with all his might.

The two holy swords clashed once more, and it was clear to anyone with eyes that either pursuit or retreat required avoiding these two. Extraordinary knights are extraordinary knights after all; mortals have no right to disrupt their battle.

Gawain no longer restrained his power, and holy flames once again emanated from his holy sword.

However, Davian's dark sword absorbed all of his holy flames and then retaliated, tearing the earth apart from the aftershocks of their battle.

All the soldiers were amazed that this was the most intense battle they had ever seen; they would never have imagined such a terrifying battle before.

However, it was only through the extraordinary strength and unwavering will of a knight like Gawain that he was able to hold off Davidian.

An ordinary person would not have lasted this long before being overwhelmed by David's aura, revealing a fatal flaw and being defeated in one blow. Gawain's ability to hold on for so long is enough to prove his extraordinary talent.

After the allied soldiers had mostly retreated, Gawain took a step back and unleashed a powerful flaming sword strike at David.

Although this wasn't a complete release of his true name, David was forced to defend with all his might against the attack. He blocked the attack and completely absorbed the aftershocks of the sword energy with his dark sword.

By the time he tried to give chase, Gao Wen had already created some distance between them.

The victory in the entire war was undoubtedly secured. David took a deep breath, closed the fantasy book at his waist, and took it down.

He even felt dizzy the moment he reverted to his original form; the battle had almost completely exhausted him. After all, given the difference in physical abilities, he still couldn't compare to Gawain and Lancelot.

At this moment, he felt a pang of envy for Tristan; that guy's fighting style was much more relaxed. The ability to sustain a fight for so long was something he could only envy.

"You've worked hard, Commander. Let me help you back to rest." Winchenrib came to David's side, put one of his arms on his shoulder, and helped him walk back.

Fortunately, when the enemy was routed, he immediately committed the entire First Legion to the battle, trying to kill as many as possible. Otherwise, he really wouldn't have been able to get to David's side so quickly; he was well aware that his legion commander was heavily exhausted.

Sometimes, you just have to hold on by sheer willpower. When everything is over and that willpower dissipates, you will be completely overwhelmed by the accumulated fatigue.

Winchenrib understood this principle well, so he always made sure to stay by David's side after the battle, so that David would have someone to rely on after the war.

Artoria rode up to Davian and looked at the exhausted man with gratitude.

The heroes of this battle were him and Bedivere. The Knights and the front-line infantry held the battlefield, and he held off Gawain. David and Wincenrib seized the opportunity to launch a surprise attack and shatter the entire situation, which led to this great victory.

"Go back and get some rest. I'll personally pour you a drink tonight."

After Artoria finished speaking, she began to direct the soldiers to clean up the battlefield, while David gave her a thumbs-up to indicate that he was okay before being helped back to the camp by Winchenrib.

You can tell how exhausted he is just by the fact that he can't even speak.

Sure enough, after returning to the camp, David lay down on his bunk. He tried to open his eyes a few times, but eventually succumbed to exhaustion and slowly fell asleep.

Vincenrib covered him with a blanket, at least to keep him from catching a cold. Fortunately, because of the Holy Sword, David didn't have to put on his own armor; otherwise, it would have been much more troublesome.

"Oh, he looks really tired." Wenqinlibu heard this voice as he walked out of the military tent. He looked in the direction of the voice and saw the person speaking.

"Don't scare me, Lord Merlin. I've just relaxed, what if I instinctively reach for my sword to slash you?" Wingelib couldn't help but complain.

The sound had really startled him; he had almost drawn his sword to strike. Even though this was a military camp, he was still afraid that someone might launch an assassination attempt on David during his most difficult time.

"Haha, I just came to check on David's condition. Remember to arrange enough guards. He has won another great victory. The other kings may not have any ideas, but Vortigern might not be able to hold back."

Merlin's suggestion was well-intentioned. Wingeon Rib immediately nodded; that was exactly what he had planned.

Chapter 67 Lancelot was also deeply moved.

Today, Lancelot felt the shock. To verify David's words and his own thoughts, he disguised himself and infiltrated King Arthur's army, witnessing the king's battle firsthand.

This profound impact left a deep impression on him; despite being just a young boy, he rode a horse and blocked the strongest knight, Gawain.

Before this, Lancelot looked down on Artoria and thought that Davian was wasting his potential by following such a king.

The battle required weight, arm strength, and a robust physique capable of fighting day and night. When he first saw Artoria, he thought that her boyish physique probably wouldn't even be a match for a barbarian.

But now he realized that the necessary condition for becoming a knight was not physical strength. Rather, it was the spirit of training for what purpose, of swearing an oath with one's sword to protect something, and of holding onto an unwavering belief for a long time.

He almost couldn't resist drawing his sword to fight in the battle, but he restrained himself.

In this battle, King Arthur, David, and the brave one-armed knight all fought with all their might and achieved great results.

If he were to act rashly, wouldn't he be insulting their beliefs and courage? So he endured until the end, believing that there would be more opportunities in the future if he wanted to achieve great things.

So he removed his disguise and went to David's tent, only to find it heavily guarded. He had barely exchanged a few words with the guards when a voice came from inside:

"Is this Lancelot? Come in, I just woke up. Leave two guards here, the rest of you can leave."

"Yes, sir!" After leaving two men to continue guarding the area, Stephen Zhou, the company commander of the First Company, took the rest of his soldiers away.

Lancelot entered the tent and saw David sitting up. He still looked tired, but much better than before.

The transformation undoubtedly consumed a lot of his energy, and it's already quite good that he was able to recover to this extent after a good night's sleep.

"It's very lively outside. Is it already evening? They must be celebrating. How is the allied forces of the kings? Have they retreated yet?"

David glanced to one side, though the military tents blocked the view. He could roughly imagine how happy the soldiers outside were, knowing that today's battle was even more successful than before.

"It is indeed night, and the allied forces are preparing to retreat. King Arthur is negotiating with them; we can't just let them get away so easily."

By the way, today's battle was truly spectacular. You're still the same as ever, an impeccable, sharp sword.

Lancelot began by praising David's liveliness as a way of starting their conversation. But David only chuckled softly; Lancelot was easy to understand, and he clearly had something to say.

"You should be more honest and say what you mean. Did you infiltrate the battlefield today? How was it? Any thoughts?"

David smiled, took the honey water that Winnie the Pooh had left for him, and took a sip. The slightly sweet taste made him feel much better.

Now that David had seen through him, Lancelot no longer concealed his intentions and frankly said:

"That's right. I was in your army today, and I witnessed the battle between King Arthur and Gawain with my own eyes."

To be honest, before today I never thought of myself as an immature knight. But after seeing him, I realized my shortcomings. I never thought that a knight should be like that.

I apologize for my previous dismissive attitude and doubt towards you. Please forgive me, Davidian.

David smiled and gently patted Lancelot's shoulder, comforting him:

"I'm glad you have this idea. So what's next? You're not planning to go back to France after changing your mind, are you?"

"Of course not, please let me join you. I also want to fight alongside such a person, and following King Arthur is undoubtedly the right path of chivalry. I think this is the Lord's guidance."

Lancelot expressed his desire to join King Arthur's side, saying, "Since I'm already here, why go back to France?"

David nodded; it was only then that he realized Lancelot was a believer.

Oh, right. It would be strange if no one believed in religion in this day and age. He suddenly remembered that he had met the Archbishop of the Church before—the Archbishop of Canterbury.

When Camelot is built and our king is crowned, he should be invited to attend as well.

"With you here, I have more confidence in the upcoming battle. After all, we will have to face Vortigern sooner or later, and with you by our side, our chances of winning will be much greater."

David began to slowly chew his bread, watching him eat like this. Lancelot smiled wryly and took a small bag from his waist, handing it to David. David opened it and saw it was a packet of dried meat.

He started eating without any hesitation; since it was Lancelot's food, he had no qualms about it. The jerky even had flavor; the prince's rations were definitely different.

"So, what's next? This great victory has firmly established King Arthur's reputation. The smaller lords no longer dare to challenge you; submitting their allegiance is the right thing to do. There is only one enemy left."

Lancelot also intended to ask Davidian about his next plans, after all, he had already accomplished the feat of taking on ten men at once. It seemed unlikely that anyone would dare to cause trouble for King Arthur again.

David thought for a moment before saying, "Now is the time to rest and recuperate. Winter is coming, and the war can no longer continue."

British winters are always tough, and the Saxons are coming again. Without securing enough food and supplies, they too will struggle to survive the winter.

However, since we have won this war, my king will surely acquire a great deal of spoils. Our winter should be relatively easy; the rest depends on our strategy after spring."

His thoughts resonated with Lancelot; winter was not a good time for war. Especially now that a war had just ended, it was truly inappropriate to continue fighting.

Go back and rest to prepare for next year's battles.

Just then, David's tent opened again.

Artoria was standing there, holding a tray with hot food and wine. She seemed a little surprised to see Lancelot there and couldn't help but ask, "Looks like I've come at the wrong time?"

"No, you've come at the right time. But you don't need to do these things yourself. Excuse me, Lancelot, could you please bring me a chair?"

Davidian smiled and asked Lancelot to get a chair, but Artoria gestured for him not to. She went directly to Davidian's side, sat down on the floor, and poured him a full glass of wine.

"As I said, I'll personally pour you a drink tonight. You undoubtedly gave it your all in this resounding victory."