Davidian's Holy Grail War

Bose quickly replied, "Thank you for your concern, but it's all because I'm not skilled enough. I didn't expect Lucius to be so powerful. Please be careful when you face him."

“I understand, thank you for reminding me, Bose.” Then Artoria turned to Percival, “Well then, Percival, I’ve read the previous battle report.”

In the first battle, you were undoubtedly instrumental; you truly deserve to be called the one chosen by the Spear of Longinus. To successfully rescue Bedivere and Bose under such circumstances, your contribution was arguably the greatest.

Percival quickly stepped forward and said that it wasn't solely his achievement. If people didn't know his character well, they might have thought that Percival was declining the credit for fear of being envied.

So Wincenrib and Davidian both laughed helplessly; those chosen by the Spear of Longinus must be of noble character.

"Don't refuse too much. What's yours will be yours, Percival."

Davidian smiled and let Percival take the credit that was rightfully his; after all, no one could take it away from him, could they?

Percival, after being persuaded, finally accepted it with peace of mind.

Then everyone turned their attention back to the current battle, and David reported to Artoria on the current situation of Rome's main force and the arrival time and route of other reinforcements as scouted by the Tenth Scout Group.

Whether to have a final battle, how to have a final battle, and to what extent to stop are all decisions made by Artoria.

"I have already sent someone with my challenge to Lucius. If they accept, then we will fight with all our might. I suppose they also intend to test our strength by fighting us. After all, they do have more manpower."

Artoria's gaze was fixed on the Roman allied forces' camp; her messenger had already gone to convey her message. Now, all she had to do was wait for the messenger to return and relay the news.

Lucius was currently gazing at the First Legion's camp in the distance from his vantage point, or rather, King Arthur's army's camp. From his perspective, the tent looked like an iron tortoise shell; a direct assault would likely result in broken teeth.

So some sharp-eyed soldiers didn't care when they saw Lucius in his golden armor gazing into the distance. Let him look all he wanted; if they really wanted to attack, they could easily beat him to tears.

At the same time, he also noticed something else: the number of military tents inside the enemy camp had increased.

[Oh? It seems the reinforcements have arrived. The number of tents has increased, and so have the patrols. No wonder they set aside such a large camp; there were quite a few of them.]

But thinking of all this, he simply stood on the high place and laughed wildly, shouting as he laughed: "But this power is not enough to be an obstacle for Rome. Victory will surely belong to Rome!"

Lucius understood that now that the enemy's reinforcements had arrived, they would certainly seek an opportunity to fight. This was an opportunity for the British army, but also for them.

Soldiers against soldiers, kings against kings. They each have a chance to win a battle.

Sure enough, King Arthur's challenge was delivered to his tent not long after. Lucius read the letter with a wild laugh, then sent the messenger back to convey his message.

"He wants to fight me in two days? He's really in a hurry, but that's fine. Bring it on. Rome will show him that Britain will once again be part of Rome, and he will become part of Rome too."

"These are his exact words. Well, how should I put it? He was indeed a capable emperor, but without a doubt, madness had filled his heart, making him feel like a soap bubble that would burst at the slightest touch."

Merlin was the one who went as the envoy. He walked into the Roman allied forces' camp with a casual air, handed over the declaration of war, and then it was all Lucius's show.

After all, his safety was not something that the Roman coalition could threaten.

Artoria looked troubled. Why did she always run into these lunatics? One after another, they were all completely out of their minds. Couldn't they just be normal for once?

Or is it that in this dark age, one cannot find true salvation without driving oneself to utter madness?

"As I told you, that Roman emperor was indeed a bit strange. If I had to describe him, it would be like he was putting on a brave face, which was definitely not a good thing."

David's assessment of Emperor Lucius ironically evoked some sympathy for the man in Artoria.

Or perhaps it's a matter of shared experience; both of them were doing their utmost to support a nation during that dark era...

However, empathy does not mean being soft-hearted. On the contrary, Artoria will do everything in her power to defeat Lucius, and if given the opportunity, killing Lucius in a single battle would not be a bad thing.

If the Roman emperor were to fall, the entire Roman Empire would likely descend into civil war once again, thus losing both the opportunity and the power to seize Britain.

"Are you confident of victory, Davidian? This time, the enemy outnumbers us several times over, and their quality is vastly different from before. They are the remnants of Rome, and are very different from the kings on the island."

Artoria glanced at Davidian, as if to confirm his thoughts, though she already knew how Davidian would answer.

David tapped his sword hilt lightly before saying, "Of course, I can't find a reason to lose. It was just the afterglow of Rome, not a formidable opponent."

"Good, as expected of my general. Issue the order for the entire army to prepare for battle. We will engage the Roman coalition in two days. In this battle, we will drive those proud Romans back. Let them understand that times have changed, and now is the time for Britain!"

Artoria stood up and shouted orders to everyone. Those in the tent responded with their own fervor: Britain would surely win this battle!

Chapter 113 Second Round

Two days later, the British army prepared for battle, with Davidian positioned slightly behind the vanguard.

He was prepared for bloodshed, and today's battle would likely be even more intense than usual.

The Roman allied forces pressed in from the front with overwhelming force, with Lucius riding at the very front.

He was clad in golden armor, with the demonic sword Florent at his waist; if one had to describe him, he would undoubtedly be a king whose aura could dominate the world.

But Artoria also rode at the very front of the army on Don Strynn, holding a holy lance that emitted golden mystic runes and wearing a helmet that resembled a lion's mane.

Her heroic figure inspired courage in everyone, and they were all ready for battle, waiting only for his command to rush forward and fight for King Arthur.

"So beautiful, such a beautiful person."

Looking at Arthur approaching, Lucius couldn't help but utter this remark.

Even though he hadn't even seen Artoria's face, he could intuitively tell that the king before him was undoubtedly a very beautiful person.

Thinking this, he couldn't help but spur his horse to the front line.

Artoria responded with the same spirit, and the two of them went to the center of the battlefield.

Although they were opponents who would seize any opportunity to cut the other in two, as fellow kings, they weren't entirely incapable of exchanging a few words.

"Your Majesty the Emperor of Rome, withdraw now. I do not wish to cause any more unnecessary bloodshed."

Her icy voice emanated from beneath her helmet, carrying a strong sense of dismissal. If Lucius were willing to leave now, that would be for the best.

"No, King of the Knights of Britain. Rome will not retreat. Rome has things that Rome must do. So, no words are needed. When you and everything you have, when everything in Britain becomes Rome, it will all be over."

After saying this, Lucius drew Florent and pointed it forward.

The Roman army behind them immediately moved! The massive army pressed directly towards King Arthur's side, and Wincenrib was already prepared.

In the absence of our king, he will take command of the entire army, and under his command, the vanguard will hold the line while the cavalry on both flanks will maneuver.

At the same time, he immediately ordered the warriors of the Sixth Company, led by Percival, to move closer to the King. The key now was to scatter the enemy's army.

"Then come on!" Artoria spurred her horse and thrust her spear at Lucius.

This time, Lucius didn't dare to use the same aggressive tactics as when facing Bedivere. He could only spur his horse to dodge the attack and then create distance.

He then used his superior horsemanship to turn his horse around and attack Artoria from behind, but the divine steed Don Starion's agile movements allowed him to dodge Lucius's attack, preventing his backstab from succeeding.

A golden light flashed in Artoria's hand, and the Holy Lance disappeared, replaced by the Holy Sword.

The holy sword Excalibur and the demonic sword Florent clashed, their powers evenly matched.

Artoria also sensed the surprise; she felt an aura emanating from Lucius that was different from her own. It was also an inhuman aura, and without this power, Lucius would have had a hard time truly blocking her.

"A holy sword that can rival this demonic sword Florent? Interesting, very interesting indeed."

Lucius's madness surged to his brow, while Artoria calmly dealt with his frenzy; this guy was truly difficult to handle.

Winzenrib was now seriously directing the entire operation, mobilizing the forces of all sides while waiting for the opportunity to crush the opponent in one fell swoop.

He was still holding Davidian down; now was not the best time to release him.

The battle between the two sides gradually became deadlocked. The enemy knights were also quite excellent. If it weren't for the greater resilience of their own side, the enemy would probably have already broken through their flanks and attacked their center.

Be patient; now is not the time.

Vincenrib silently told himself that now was not the time. Amidst the chaos of battle, Percival was slowly approaching his king. There were too many enemies on the road, and even with Percival's leadership, breaking through their defenses would not be easy.

However, Artoria did not linger in the fight with Lucius. After repelling Lucius with her sword, she chose to rush towards Percival.

Any opponents who tried to stop her were easily killed with a single sword strike; no one could withstand her. With both sides advancing simultaneously, Artoria quickly reunited with Percival.

"Quickly! Commander, now! Go and hold off Lucius! This time, the main attack will be led by our King. Once the King breaks through the enemy's formation, you can leave Lucius behind and rush straight for the enemy's center! End this battle in one fell swoop!"

Wincenrib shouted that the meeting between the King and Percival was the opportunity he had been waiting for!

"Second, third, fourth, fifth platoons! Follow me!" Davidian roared as he charged to the front lines, his target Lucius, that was his mission.

Percival, wielding his holy lance and shield, protected Artoria, giving her time to turn around. When Artoria reached his side, he hurriedly asked, "My king, are you alright?"

“No problem, this level isn’t enough to defeat us. You can still fight, Percival.”

Artoria's holy sword has transformed into a holy spear once more. She will now become a storm sweeping across the entire battlefield, and the outcome of this battle will now be decided by her.

“Of course, no problem!” Percival assumed a charging stance; he was far from his limit.

"Come at me!"

With a shout, Artoria dashed forward like a whirlwind. Behind her were the elite warriors of the Sixth Company and Percival, and further back, the British knights who had spontaneously moved closer to them.

Under the king's leadership, they continued their frantic march forward.

Lucius was eager to lead his knights to regroup and engage Artoria in a high-intensity cavalry clash. He knew that if he could complete such a charge, even if he didn't crush Britain, he could at least break King Arthur's current momentum.

Unfortunately, someone swung their sword directly at him from above!

He was forced to jump off his horse to dodge the man's full-force attack, but at the cost of his warhorse being cleaved in two again by a single sword strike.

The Roman knights were eager to approach him, but Davian's four great battalions firmly blocked their advance.

Davidian swung his sword, spilling all the horse blood from its blade onto the ground. He was about to extinguish the last vestiges of Rome's glory, not for any other reason than to protect Britain and to uphold the King's wishes.

"Alright, Emperor of Rome, let's move on to the second round."

Davidian pointed his dark sword at Lucius, ready to kill him right there if given the chance.

“British dragon knight…you truly lived up to your reputation, seizing the best opportunity. But Rome will not fail so easily.”