Davidian's Holy Grail War

But the sacrifices that followed had already steered the situation out of control, and now she had no reason to stop Davidian.

Meanwhile, David had already traversed countless lands and vast oceans, arriving alone at the walls of Benwick and spreading his voice throughout the city.

"Come, Lancelot, let's put an end to this. Bring the Queen to me, and let's put an end to it all. Yes, let's end it all with your death."

His voice reached Lancelot's ears, and Lancelot picked up Aarondeit, who was standing next to him.

This once pristine white holy sword has now turned completely black, simply because it is stained with too much blood of its fellow Round Table members. From a holy sword to a demonic sword, this is the truest reflection of Lancelot's current predicament.

But he has decided to see Davidian; he will not run away. He only hopes that this time, Davidian will bring the King's judgment.

“I’ll go with you.” Guinevere, who had been silent until now, spoke up, having already foreseen her fate.

In any case, running away is not an option. She must take responsibility for her mistakes and bear the consequences she should.

"Your Highness..." Lancelot fell silent for a moment after calling out, inwardly marveling at Guinevere's courage.

Although this courage may have come too late.

Bose and Lancelot walked out of Benwick. Davidian stood there, waiting for them. This was a battle they had no choice but to fight.

The moment they met, Lancelot froze. He couldn't believe that the person in front of him was the same David he knew; they hadn't seen each other for who knows how long.

Even Guinevere was shocked by the change in Davidian, wondering if he was still the dragon knight she knew.

The two walked slowly toward each other without uttering a word.

Once he got closer, Lancelot began to carefully observe Davidian.

David was shorter than Lancelot and less physically imposing.

His gaunt face was as pale as snow, as if he hadn't seen the sun for a long time, and his eyes were as black as night. His long, black and white hair fell to his shoulders, and the wrinkles of time had already crept onto his brows. The combination of these features added to David's aged appearance.

But there was nothing that could be done about it; after the fateful Battle of Patton Hill, David and Lancelot had already gone their separate ways.

He had grown old after all, Lancelot lamented in his heart, just like himself.

"Why have you come, my friend?" Lancelot asked.

“Revenge, I came here only for revenge. Because you destroyed my dream, Lancelot.”

You have rendered all our efforts futile. Why do you think I should endure worldly suffering? It is because I wish to build for my king a society filled with poetry and dance, where everyone lives in peace and prosperity!

His words were relatively calm up to this point, but then Davidian's tone suddenly changed, and he became more agitated than ever before!

"So I told myself! No matter how much pain I endure or how much I sacrifice, it doesn't matter! Because after all the war and all the sorrow are over, we can start all over again! We can make everything even better!"

David's expression turned hysterical and indescribably insane at that moment! The three people in front of him had never seen him like this before, never been so terrifying.

"For everything that the king and I dreamed of, I sold my soul to the devil..." But then, he suddenly became calmer than ever before.

"But what have you done? We could have been drinking on the legendary Button Hill, discussing reason and art, and competing in martial arts and skills."

But you destroyed all of that, betraying your lord and killing your own people. I've had enough of this. I don't care about the future anymore! I only want to complete my revenge!

His words were piercing, each sentence revealing his anger and pain. This battle was not only for our king, but also for himself, for Gareth, Agraven, Gahoris, and Gawain.

"Therefore I came with this sword, and I will leave with this sword. I obey my lord's command, to fight for justice one last time, to hunt evil hearts one last time, and to endure the final trials of my life."

Let's sever ties cleanly and decisively, old friend. And so, we shall part ways.

Davidon gripped the dark sword in his hand, and at that moment, he looked directly at Lancelot and gave his answer.

Lancelot got what he wanted—the king's punishment. She could no longer stand by and watch, and chose to send Davian across mountains and rivers to this book, Wick, just to give Lancelot the ending he deserved.

And David will get what he wants from Lancelot, simply because he came, and he is determined to complete the revenge he is meant to take.

Chapter 155 Evil King Flying Dragon

The next moment, Moonshade and Aarondette clashed. The two fought each other with all their might, and in Bose's eyes, their battle surpassed even the previous fight between Gawain and Lancelot.

Prior to this, David had rarely fought Lancelot.

Now, driven by hatred, and for the knights who died by Lancelot's sword, Davidian is now truly determined to kill Lancelot completely, unleashing his full swordsmanship and power.

However, in his heart, Davidian was also cautiously wary of Lancelot's swordsmanship. The very move that had defeated Gawain could potentially be used by Lancelot to defeat him as well.

Therefore, although Davidon adopted an offensive stance, he still reserved considerable room for defense. His swordsmanship undoubtedly surpassed Gawain's and approached Lancelot's.

However, after the Battle of Barton Hill, Lancelot improved even further, while David could only barely maintain his level.

Lancelot also felt a sense of unease; while David's attacks were fierce, he still maintained a degree of defensive flexibility. This was different from the battle against Gawain.

Although the battle with Gawain was dangerous, if it weren't for the sun's blessing, Lancelot wouldn't have needed to drag it out until sunset to defeat Gawain.

However, the current Davian is completely different. Although his swordsmanship is inferior to Lancelot's, he has now made up for that gap with his imposing presence. It will not be so easy for Lancelot to win.

Lancelot adopted a completely defensive stance, waiting for the moment when Davian would make a mistake, while Davian hoped to completely overwhelm Lancelot and end the battle.

The battle between the two sides was extremely dangerous, and it was not something an ordinary person could get involved in.

Guinevere wanted to stop the fight, but she knew that anything she said now would be superfluous.

It's no use; no one cares about her thoughts or opinions anymore. The unfaithful woman who casts a shadow over the king's glory has no right to speak now.

Lancelot finally seized an opportunity when Moonlight slashed at him. He used a full-force uppercut to knock Davian back, and then Lancelot quickly leaped up and slashed at Davian.

"Binding Chains Severed - Overlooking the Lake!" Although it was just a simple jumping strike, Davidian could already feel the powerful magic contained within Arondette.

If it weren't for the current dire situation, Davidian would have even praised Lancelot as a fighting genius.

He was forced to parry Lancelot's attack with the dark sword, using its blade as a shield. A massive surge of blue magic, originating from the point of contact between the two swords, flowed unilaterally towards Davidian.

It was practically a targeted explosion of magic; the immense destructive force completely engulfed Davian from the front. Lancelot lowered his sword; he could feel Davian being sent flying by the attack.

However, he had no idea how badly the blow had affected David.

This move was originally intended to be fully released only after severing the target, but against David, Lancelot had no room for that kind of strike followed by release. He was forced to release Arondette in this way, hoping to end the battle with this one blow.

Just as Bouss thought Lancelot would prove his strength once again, and Guinevere was lamenting for him, the blue magic was gradually being devoured.

"So that's how it is. This is the move that severely injured Gao Wenqing. As expected of you, Lancelot." David's voice came from the remaining blue sword light.

He stood up and swung the dark sword in his hand, devouring the last remaining bit of Arondette's magic. Without this sword, he would have indeed been knocked down by this blow.

“Then I will respond to you with all my might! Knight of the Lake, Prince blessed by the fairies, Lancelot. Be proud, for you are the first person in this era to see me, David, in this form.”

After saying this, David took out the fantasy book that he had never opened since he acquired it.

【The Evil King's Dragon】

[With an aura of utter darkness, the dragons unleash their hidden power.]

[Guided by the Evil King!]

David quickly scanned it with the Dark Sword and then inserted his own drive. Lancelot wanted to stop him, but he was too late.

Davidian has already opened the book with the Dark Sword.

Four golden dragons and an even larger purple dragon flew out of the book, knocking Lancelot away. Then, the five dragons wrapped around David's body, completing their armor.

[The Dark Sword of Moonlight! Leaps from the book! Turns the page and explodes! Fear the darkness! The right choice, rejecting mockery! Raging in the darkness! The Evil King Dragon! No one can escape!]

A violent, dark aura erupted from the armor, and the fantasy book of the Evil King Dragon, which had only been unsealed by Vortigern's dark soul and extreme will, was opened for the first time.

Its immense power raged through the air, finally announcing its existence to the world. Lancelot saw David in this form for the first time; what an ominous sight it was.

The princess and Bouss were gripped by terror; they couldn't believe the dragon knight had transformed into a completely evil dragon knight. Davidian had undoubtedly given his all to kill Lancelot.

David walked slowly towards Lancelot; this was the final battle. Faced with this form, Lancelot's resistance was futile.

What followed could hardly be called a battle; it was a one-sided domination by Davian. Boss and Guinevere could only watch as Davian completely crushed Lancelot. Today, they understood who Camelot's strongest knight truly was.

Davidian has always kept this strongest form, for no other reason than that he didn't need to use this power in the once harmonious Round Table.

Lancelot was even forced to unleash his Noble Phantasm at close range, bombarding David with a blue beam of light.

But Davidian absorbed the desperate attack with a flick of his cloak, then casually deflected it to the other side. He had no chance of losing now.

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“This is the end. This is the final blow.” David closed the Evil King Dragon Fantasy Book at his waist, then tapped the driver with the hilt of Moonlight Sword. The final blow was about to strike.

[The Evil King's Ultimate Strike!] David swung his sword fiercely, and four golden evil dragons and a purple giant dragon flew out from his sword, striking Lancelot, who was now truly exhausted, thus ending the battle.

David walked to Lancelot's side, stepped on Lancelot's sword-wielding wrist, and launched another fatal attack. The tip of the dark sword, Moonlit, touched the blade of Aarondette.

【You Are Over!】Red void chains have bound the entire Arondette, seizing its function as a holy sword. As long as Davidan does not fall, the seal on this sword will never be broken.

"It's over, Lancelot." He withdrew his foot from Lancelot's wrist. This ridiculous farce was finally coming to an end.

Chapter 156 It’s too late

Lancelot longed to stand up and face the final outcome, but because his body had been severely injured and he had lost all strength, he was unable to stand up at all.

But he had no regrets. After such a fierce battle, he was about to face his final moments.

"Any last words?" Davidian gripped the hilt of the dark sword tightly, pointing the tip at Lancelot's heart. If he thrust it in, Lancelot would be sent to the realm of death.

"Bows, remember this. When Britain in the future faces difficulties, you must go to its aid no matter what, as a way of atoning for my sins."

At the same time, Lord David, please help me apologize to the King, although things have already turned out this way and an apology is useless. However, I still want to apologize to that gentleman.

Finally, please spare the princess's life, Lord Davidian. You understand her pain.