Davidian's Holy Grail War

In his anger, David summoned Mordred, and when the two met, David spoke first:

"Lord Mordred, you shall remain in Camelot. I will personally lead the Glorious Legion to show those rebels what true loyalty is."

"Alright, leave it to me, Lord Davidian. But, should we recruit other clans to fight alongside us?"

After all, relying solely on the Glorious Eternal Legion, if the losses are too great, it's possible that unscrupulous individuals might take advantage of Camelot's weakened state to raise the banner of rebellion again.

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Mordred accepted the task entrusted to her by Davidian, and also offered her own advice. Davidian nodded; Mordred's advice wasn't bad.

If other people were to cooperate in the battle, the losses of the Glorious Eternal Legion would be reduced.

"Yes, you're right. That's a good suggestion. I'll personally write to them and ask them to join the expedition."

Davidian has decided who to gather and to reunite all the glorious Perpetual Legions still operating in Britain. As Lord Camelot, he is determined to teach those traitors a lesson in the power of suicidal tendencies.

After that, under David's mobilization, all eight companies that had gone out to wander returned to Camelot, and the Glorious Perpetual Legion was restored to its full strength of ten companies, totaling six thousand men.

The lords who had agreed to join him in suppressing the rebels all replied, and the four closest lords had even sent troops toward the traitor's strongest stronghold, Cado.

After handing over Camelot's administration to Mordred, Davidian embarked on his campaign with the Glorious Eternal Legion. Little did he know that this would be his final battle.

The war initially went very smoothly. David and the Glorious Perpetual Legion won one victory after another, easily defeating the rebels' attempts to stop them. It was hardly a problem at all.

They quickly arrived at Cado, joining forces with other kings who had already mobilized their armies; they would fight a decisive battle there. The rebels had nowhere to retreat; this was their last stand.

David was cautious about this, with the troop strength ratio being 30,000 to 34,000. Although the traitors had high walls and more abundant supplies, the loyalists still held the advantage in combat strength.

However, the rebels unexpectedly chose to engage in open battle outside the city, a move that surprised David, but he had no reason not to fight. If he could kill as many rebels as possible on the battlefield, it would reduce losses in the subsequent siege.

The Glorious Legion, as always, charged ahead and achieved great results. White light enveloped their bodies, weapons, and shields. Blessed by their conviction, they easily broke through the enemy lines and routed the rebels.

The Glorious Legion advanced ever onward, but failed to notice that parts of the armies of the other four vassal states had slowly retreated behind and to their sides.

At first, David thought that the Glorious Eternal Legion had just advanced too quickly. Just as he was about to ask others about the situation, a loud horn sounded from within the city of Cado.

This is the signal, the signal agreed upon by the traitors.

The allied forces of the four lords immediately tore off their cloak of loyalty, revealing their fangs of betrayal. Those traitors still standing by the side of the glorious Eternal Legion warriors immediately turned their swords and spears against their former comrades.

Many warriors of the Glorious Eternal Legion never expected this to happen, and were dealt a fatal blow by the shameful traitor behind them.

This was a shameful betrayal, and David and Wincenrib were shocked. Even David hadn't expected it to be a trap. But they quickly snapped out of their shock.

They were all aware of the terrible truth: the allied forces of the seven lords, a total of over fifty thousand traitors, had surrounded the warriors of the Glorious Eternal Legion. David looked around; they were already heavily surrounded!

Moreover, after that sudden attack, the rear guard of the Glorious Eternal Legion has been almost completely wiped out.

While their combat abilities had indeed increased by 50%, they were still human, and they were not afraid of direct combat. However, the shameful betrayal from behind led to their demise.

David led the veterans of the First Company in a frenzied slaughter of every traitor he could see.

He must break through this encirclement, lead the remaining warriors of the Glorious Perpetual Legion back to Camelot, and prepare for the rebellion that may sweep across the entire island of Britain.

He had never imagined that the rebellion would grow so large and out of control.

"Lord David, charge out from the southeast corner! I'll come to your aid!"

That voice belongs to Mordred!

Davidian didn't know why she was there, but since she was there, there was still hope for the battle, and they could escape the battlefield and return to Camelot to prepare for extinguishing the flames of rebellion.

Chapter 160 Traitor (Part 2)

Attacks from both sides brought the rebels closer together, and Mordred and her knights rapidly weakened the rebel encirclement in the southeast corner for Davian's Glorious Perpetual Legion. Once the two sides reunited, escape was assured.

Finally, David broke through the encirclement and arrived at Mordred's side.

He didn't have time to ponder why Mordred hadn't come to Camelot to support him instead. All he could say was that Mordred had done a brilliant job; this support had been incredibly timely.

"Alright! Mordred, we must get out of here quickly. I didn't expect this rebellion to be so large."

As Davidan spoke, he stood beside Mordred, believing that Mordred would leave with him.

"I thought I'd only be able to pick up the scraps you guys left over, but I never expected to witness such a massive rebellion. I'm so glad I came."

Mordred spoke these words with a serious tone, as if none of this concerned her, and that she had simply arrived at the battlefield to meet with Davidian.

Although the rebel encirclement was re-established when Mordred joined him, Mordred eliminated many enemies when he broke in.

The encirclement has weakened considerably, and David believes that if he puts in a little more effort, they can break through immediately.

However, just as he took two steps away from Mordred, preparing to break through the newly formed rebel encirclement, the rebel's blade struck from behind.

This was a blow that Davidian never expected, and it was a fatal blow!

Clarent's pure silver blade, imbued with all of Mordred's magic, sliced ​​through the armor made of holy sword metal from behind, severely injuring Davian in one blow.

When Winkins saw this scene from behind, his eyes widened in horror! He couldn't believe that there was a traitor even within the Round Table!

"Why! Why did you betray us! Mordred!"

Winchenrib roared and slashed Mordred away with his sword, preventing her from immediately finishing off Davian with a blow that would kill him right then and there. But Mordred was not about to continue entangled with them.

Her attack just now completely extinguished David's life force from behind, and now no one can save him.

Mordred's attention would naturally shift from Davian to annihilating the Glorious Eternal Legion right here.

Mordred's knights also revealed their true colors and launched an attack on the warriors of the Glorious Eternal Legion. The encirclement in the southeast corner was not weakened, but rather made more complete by Mordred's arrival.

The warriors of the Glorious Eternal Legion were utterly cornered, and although they did their best to kill as many traitors as possible during the battle, it was to no avail.

The traitor's advantage was too great. Even though the warriors of the Glorious Eternal Legion were stronger, they could not escape the fate of being killed.

David's transformation was forced to end, and he coughed up mouthfuls of blood. Mordred's attack had completely wiped out his life force.

He didn't die immediately only because he was still relying on the bonus from the Glorious Perpetual Legion to try and hold on, but it was meaningless; this bonus wouldn't last long.

Everything that happened today far exceeded his expectations. The rebellion of three princes had turned into seven, and the rebellion of seven princes had even turned into a defection within the Knights of the Round Table themselves.

This traitor was even Mordred, whom he had nurtured all along. He now understood why Mordred had rebelled; he had underestimated her thirst for the throne.

He took Winzenrib's hand, and now only a little over a thousand remaining members of the Glorious Perpetual Legion protected them in the very center.

David knew that annihilation was only a matter of time. If the elite Sixth Cavalry of Dalian warriors were still alive, they might be able to fight their way out.

But the enemy clearly knew who their primary target was, and at the very beginning of the rebellion, the Sixth Company suffered its heaviest blow. It was completely wiped out, and its commander, Vipas, was killed in action.

"Listen! Give me the flag! Winchenrib! You must escape! Someone must go out to sea to inform the Queen of this rebellion and prepare her! Otherwise, all our years of effort will be reduced to ruins!"

After saying this, Davidian snatched the flag from Vincenrib's hand; his life was nearing its end. Escaping was pointless; Vincenrib was still in good shape, he was sure he could do it.

After speaking, David used his last bit of strength to cut open the dark space and stuffed the Dark Sword Moonlight and the two fantasy books into Winn-Rib's arms.

Winchenrib understood what he meant; this was the time for parting. They had fought side by side for over twenty years, and now they had to face this life-or-death separation.

But Winchenrib didn't say anything more. He just nodded heavily to Davidian and then quickly rushed into the dark space.

David's consciousness could vanish at any moment. He must leave the dark space as soon as possible, escape to the sea, and sail out to sea to inform the King of this shameful rebellion.

When Wincenrib withdrew from the battlefield alone, David stood up, clutching the battle flag. He had little blood left to bleed, and his consciousness was so blurred that he felt he could collapse at any moment.

He could only stand by clinging to the battle flag, and with fewer than a hundred loyal soldiers left around him, he knew this was his end.

But at that very moment, David's consciousness suddenly left the battlefield and entered a dark shadow. A voice came from this shadow, saying that it was willing to give him a great power.

That was a tremendous power that could bring him back to his peak, wipe out all the traitors in front of him, and even overturn this era.

Here is the Holy Grail. Now do whatever you wish, whether it's destroying everything or something else. You can do whatever you want.

The golden Holy Grail appeared before him, filled with a clear liquid.

If Davidon accepts this power and takes up the Holy Grail, not only will it be a mere fatal wound, but he could even immediately summon another complete First Legion from the Throne of Heroes.

By then, Mordred and its tens of thousands of rebels will be nothing more than a fleeting trouble.

However, Davidian sensed the evil and darkness hidden in the voice, and he immediately rejected the suggestion in his heart.

Every gift comes at a great price, and out of the hero's insistence and human pride, he would never accept such a vicious deal from this voice.

He gently lifted the Holy Grail, took a sip of its liquid, and then tossed it back into the shadows. Davidian responded to the presence in the darkness:

“I drink this sip of the Holy Grail as a tribute to your ‘goodwill.’ But I also hear in your words your great ambition.”

"I am the lord of Camelot, a Knight of the Round Table, and I will not associate with your darkness! Now, go back to your world, monster!"

Upon hearing his words, the darkness surrounding David began to slowly dissipate.

Since Davidian refused, it didn't want to stay here any longer. Although it had already interfered with Merlin's gaze, staying too long might lead to unforeseen problems.

The next moment, David's consciousness returned to the battlefield engulfed in flames. The traitors in front of him slowly retreated. They had suffered considerable losses to inflict such heavy damage on the Glorious Eternal Legion.

Including the two thousand mixed troops Mordred brought, the original force of sixty thousand was now reduced to just over thirty thousand. Although more people would rise up in rebellion, their losses were already painful enough.

The remaining warriors of the Glorious Eternal Legion knew that what followed would likely be an overwhelming barrage of arrows and javelins. The despicable enemy, in order to minimize their own losses, would no longer resort to close combat to determine the victor.

"Did we teach them a lesson, Commander?" A young soldier asked David, "Was all of this meaningful?"

Davidian knew this young soldier, and he knew everyone in his regiment. This young soldier was Sadiri, the assault captain of the Third Company, who had been with the Glorious Permanent Regiment for a year.

When faced with his question, David An gave an answer after a moment's thought.

“Yes,” David said, “we made them suffer a lot, and they won’t forget this lesson!”

Moreover, we maintained our loyalty, a virtue they will never possess.