Davidian's Holy Grail War

Once the slaughter was nearly over, it opened its enormous maw and devoured the soldiers' weapons, corpses, and rubble.

As it swallowed these things one by one, its body grew larger and larger.

A surge of dark magic flowed through its body, and the white dragon that had been destroying Britain unleashed its power in this Landinium.

But then a golden light struck its huge dragon head, knocking it askew.

That was Artoria's attack. She swung her holy sword and struck Vortigern's dragon head, attempting to lock its movements onto the spot where Artoria was now.

Gawain felt deeply ashamed at this moment because of his carelessness. In order to protect his life, the King had caused most of the Holy Sword's brilliance to be swallowed up by Vortigern.

This has resulted in Artoria not having enough power to fight Vortigern, and it's all his fault.

Artoria landed on the ground, and at that moment Vortigern opened its dragon mouth, its scorching breath assaulting the two of them.

Artoria had no time to turn around and defend herself from the attack, but fortunately, they were not the only two Holy Sword Wielders in the city.

The Dark Sword Moon and Arondette intertwined, unleashing a burst of blue and purple light.

David and Lancelot roared simultaneously, unleashing their power and slashing their swords in perfect unison, creating a cross-shaped arc of sword energy that sliced ​​through Vortigern's evil breath.

This sword energy even struck the forehead of Voodoo Dragon's head directly, leaving a cross-shaped scar on it.

Gawain, who had finally recovered, walked to Lancelot's side. At this moment, Tristan, who was the furthest away, also arrived and walked to David's side.

Artoria smiled and wielded her longsword as she stepped to the front of the group.

"Alright, my knight, let's end this! Let's put an end to Vortigern's dark age!" Artoria pointed her holy sword at Vortigern; they were sure to win.

Chapter 88 Ushers in a New Era for Britain

Gawain and Lancelot swung their holy swords, and the blazing sun's flames and the deep blue lake light all struck the dragon's massive body.

Although his massive body was agile, it was still too large to completely evade the attacks of the holy swords of everyone present.

David charged forward at lightning speed, transforming and using his holy sword to deflect Vortigern's giant claws.

He then scanned the Book of Fantasy three times, and three powerful energies converged on Davian's dark sword, the cross-shaped impact striking the dragon's head once more.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Artoria struck Vortigern's chest again with her holy sword, forcing him back to the ruins of the palace.

No matter how Vortigern roared or swung its claws, it couldn't harm anyone present. Its scorching breath was blocked by Artoria's holy sword, and it was now firmly trapped here by the group.

Tristan was plucking the strings with all his might, and invisible arrows of vacuum struck Vortigern's body one after another. Although these attacks could not harm him, they slowed his movements and constantly hindered Vortigern's attacks.

The dragon howled, but it had not yet lost its ability to resist; dark magical energy still emanated from its body.

Artoria stood beside the group and chuckled, saying, "It's just a little tantrum from the island. If the wielder of the Holy Sword can't control it, that would be absurd."

That hearty, refreshing smile filled everyone with renewed energy. The other four were now brimming with fighting spirit; they could win, they would definitely win!

"Lord Lancelot! Lord Gawain! Seal off his ability to move! My King, join me in stripping this dragon of its ability to fly! Lord Tristan, cover us!"

"We can win! All these extraordinary knights combined can defeat this dragon!" David shouted, and the others immediately understood.

Lancelot and Gawain charged ahead, while Artoria and Davidian used their bodies as cover as they rushed toward Vortigern.

Vortigern angrily swung his claws down at the group, but the four nimbly leaped away to dodge the attack. Just as Vortigern was about to swing his claws again at the group in the sky, they suddenly became immobile.

Tristan tightened his grip on Philnott's bowstring, and laughed: "Got you! Bloom wildly! My Philnott!"

With his manipulation, more and more invisible threads of sound tightly bound Vortigern's claws, pinning him to the ground.

He had been setting up these constraints from the very beginning, and he had been patiently waiting until now to unleash this crucial move, all in order to eliminate Vortigern in one fell swoop.

"With this radiance, dispel the night and illuminate the darkness! Caledin!"

"My holy sword, shining like the surface of water, burning fiercely! Arondette!"

Driven by Gawain and Lancelot, the two holy swords, now unleashed by their true names, pierced through the dragon's claws and locked it to the earth.

Suffering such a severe blow, even Vortigern couldn't help but let out a heart-wrenching wail.

"The gathered breath of stars, the shimmering torrent of life! Take this, Excalibur!"

"The Holy Sword of Creation! The Dark Sword representing the foundation and origin! Now, strip the dragon of its power of flight!"

Excalibur and Darkmoon pierced the base of the dragon's wings, locking it from flight.

In just over ten seconds, the five men successfully restrained Vortigern.

He is now truly unable to move or fly, but correspondingly, all five of them have also lost their main weapons.

At that moment, Artoria grabbed Davian, who had just deactivated his transformation, and brought him back to the ground.

"My King! Give him the final blow!" Davidian shouted the moment he landed on the ground, and Artoria understood what he meant.

She reached out her hand, and golden spiritual energy condensed in her palm, forming a golden spear wrapped in mysterious runes. Merlin not only gave Davian the fantasy book of the Evil Dragon King, but he also gave Artoria new weapons.

"Unleashing a light like the end..." The immense magical power was released at this moment, surprising the other three. They thought that everyone had lost their means of attack, but it turned out that Artoria still had a final blow!

"Blooming in the sky, connecting with the earth, a roar like a raging storm!" Artoria leaped high into the air, the golden spearhead already aimed at the chest of the dragon Vortigern, its target the beating dragon heart!

All the knights and soldiers stared in disbelief at this incredible miracle.

The young king, as handsome as a young girl, pointed his golden spear at the dragon's chest beneath endless black clouds.

If there truly is a miracle from God, then this is it.

"Shining in the Gun of the End!"

With the king's roar, a spiraling beam of light pierced Vortigern's heart. The dragon howled and fell, the intense light blinding everyone, rendering them unable to see anything for a moment.

It's unclear how much time passed before everyone regained their sight. By then, the dark clouds in the sky had brought plenty of rain, and the entire city of Lentinium was enveloped in the sound of rain.

The dragon's enormous body had vanished, and all that remained before them was the throne and the old man sitting upon it.

His chest was pierced by the pure white holy spear, and his former inhuman and terrifying majesty had completely vanished.

All that can be seen there now is a sorrowful old man, his body etched with distress.

“I never imagined that even Rungomminiad would be entrusted to you… A bunch of fools, willing to bring even greater destruction upon themselves in their quest to defeat a tyrant. But, my brother, son of Uther, you cannot save this country. Because…”

Vortigern's voice wasn't drowned out by the heavy rain; on the contrary, it reached the ears of all five people present clearly. Artoria, however, chose to ignore the conversation and simply walked step by step towards Vortigern.

"Because the age of mystery has long since ended. The age of civilization, the age of humanity, will come from the future. The power at your core is incompatible with that of humanity."

As long as you live, Britain has no future. Curse it all; the Britain of yesteryear is long gone.

Artoria pulled the Holy Lance from Vortigern's chest, but at that final moment, Vortigern laughed maniacally. His laughter even shook the fortress, and then he turned to dust and vanished.

The throne behind him also began to decay. Vortigern had been absorbing the power of the land of Britain through this throne, and it collapsed the moment Vortigern died.

At that moment, the Evil Dragon on David's body suddenly began to emit a dark light. He took it out, and the book absorbed the fragments of the throne, and the dark fluctuations broke through the restriction in an instant.

At this moment, Davidian can finally use this book.

And so, the heavy rain stopped, and under the sunlight, everyone discovered that the entire Lentinium had been almost completely reduced to ruins.

But Artoria drew her Excalibur, raised it high, and shouted to the sky:

"Gentlemen, it is our victory! We have defeated Vortigern, and we will usher in a new era for Britain! Now, let us celebrate!"

Chapter 89 Everyone Looks Forward to the Future

Her voice, amplified by her own magic, resounded throughout the entire battlefield. All the soldiers and knights roared with joy, releasing the pent-up emotions within them.

They did it, they really did it, they defeated Vortigern and ended the Dark Ages of the Lowly King.

Their time is about to begin; they will bring a new future to Britain.

Indeed, anyone who sees the King's radiant figure would believe that the future will surely be prosperous.

Of course, Gawain, Lancelot, and Tristan were among them. Having heard Vortigern's words, the three of them couldn't comprehend the king's final, frenzied pronouncements; at this moment, they all felt genuine joy for his victory.

"All that's left is the battle against the alien races, Your Majesty!"

Although Gao Wen was exhausted, he was still in high spirits. This was understandable; those who participated in such a battle and made positive contributions had every right to be in high spirits.

This battle is so sacred. Although Britain is still in turmoil, as long as the King is there, there is nothing to fear.

"Yes, we have overcome this biggest obstacle. Next, I'm afraid even the kings will bow down. After we drive out the foreign tribes, we will surely be able to build a better future."

Tristan could already picture those wonderful scenes; they were sure they could do it.

Lancelot smiled and nodded. He sincerely believed that with such excellent colleagues and such an outstanding king, they would surely be able to grow stronger and create new glories.

"Yes, fight, and then win. I believe we can do it."

Artoria didn't say much at this moment. She looked at David, about to speak to him, but found that he had already closed his eyes.

"David? David!"

Artoria's calls went unanswered by Davian, and just as everyone was about to say something, Davian collapsed to the side.

Everyone thought he had suffered some serious injury, and they all rushed to his side to check on him.

When we got closer to him, we found that he was just too tired to stay awake.

Artoria could even hear his faint snoring, which told everyone how tired he was without needing to say anything more.

"You've worked hard, David. Now you should get some rest."

Our king took David's hand in his; today's battle had indeed taken a heavy toll on him. For an ordinary person, it was already quite an achievement to have lasted this long.