Lords of Camelot

So Davian swung two swords to cut through the dark space. Merlin hurriedly tried to stop him: "Qing Davian! What do you want to do?"

Davian turned around and looked at Merlin. At this moment, the coldness in his eyes made even Merlin feel the coldness to his bones.

"What else do you want from me?"

Davian just asked a simple rhetorical question, leaving everyone present not knowing how to react. He glanced around at the faces of everyone present, and then continued:

"I gave everything I had to you, to them. Look what they have done to our dreams? The bloated, rotting remains of the Round Table are now driven by fear, hatred, and confusion rather than reason and Hope, I would rather be shattered into pieces in Vortigern's hot dragon breath than live to see all this!"

You, them, us. Everyone knew in their mind who Davian was referring to with these words. This is already the most naked rebuke and the most painful lament. How could Davian say such a thing if he wasn't desperate about everything at present?

Traveling around and fighting everywhere, the most bloody ten years before the establishment of the Round Table have become history.

The ten years full of hope after the founding of the Round Table have become a thing of the past.

Now in this short year, the adulterous affair between the princess and Lancelot was exposed, Aguewen, Gareth, and Gahoris were killed one after another, Davian fell ill due to excessive mental stimulation, and Gawain was killed. Lancelot was severely wounded. Things that led to the collapse of the Round Table happened one after another, leaving them no time to breathe.

But now, Davian finally couldn't bear it anymore. He wanted to bring an end to this series of events. This end was called the death of Lancelot.

Artoria was no longer silent at this moment. She stretched out her hand and pointed to the dark space and said to Davian: "Go, Davian, my dragon knight, my lord of Camelot. Go and give Lancelot a late one, The punishment ordered by me. At the same time, I will also give him...the ending he deserves."

"I obey the king's orders!" As Lord of Camelot, Davian accepted King Arthur's will. Then he strode into the dark space. He will go to France, he will go to Benwick, and he will bring the punishment called death to Lancelot.

Merlin looked at Artoria in disbelief, and he couldn't help but said: "You actually let him go like that?"

"Why not let him go? This matter has become too big. Admittedly, I am not angry that my reputation has been damaged. However, the lives of Aguewen, Gareth, and Gahoris are seriously injured. Gawain, these things always need to have a result. Everything has reached this point, and there is no possibility of recovery. "

Artoria made it very clear. She understood Guinevere's distress and the things between Lancelot and Guinevere. If everything ends with Agguiwen's death, then they will grit their teeth and endure it. But the sacrifices that followed had steered the matter onto an uncontrollable track, and now she had no reason to stop Davian.

At this time, Davian had already crossed countless lands and huge oceans. He came to the city wall of Benwick alone and spread his voice throughout Benwick.

"Come on, Lancelot, let us put an end to everything. Bring the princess to me and let us put an end to it all. That's right, let's end it all with your death."

His voice reached Lancelot's ears, and Lancelot picked up Arondette beside him. This once pure white holy sword has now turned completely black because it was stained with the blood of too many compatriots from the Round Table. The transformation from a holy sword to a demonic sword is the most realistic portrayal of Lancelot's current situation.

But he still decided to see Davian now, he would not run away. He only hopes that this time, Davian will bring my king's judgment.

"I'll go with you." Guinevere, who had been silent before, also spoke at this moment. She had already predicted her fate in her heart. No matter what, running away is not an option. She must take responsibility for her mistakes and her responsibilities.

"Princess..." Lancelot fell into a brief silence after making this call. He couldn't help but admire Guinevere's courage in his heart.

Although this courage may be too late.

Bors also went with Lancelot, and the three of them came out of Benwick. Davian stood there, waiting for the three of them. They must fight this battle.

When they met, Lancelot was stunned. He couldn't believe that the person in front of him was the Davian he knew. They hadn't seen each other for who knows how long. Even Guinevere was shocked by the change in Davian. Is this still the dragon knight he knew?

The two walked towards each other slowly, neither of them saying a word. After getting closer, Lancelot began to carefully observe the current Davian.

Davian is not as tall as Lancelot, and his physique is also somewhat inferior.

And his skeletal face was as pale as snow, as if he had not seen the sun for a long time, his eyes were as dark as night, his long black and white hair fell down to his shoulders, and the wrinkles of time had already climbed up his brows. The combination of the two It adds traces of age to Davian.

But there was nothing that could be done about it. After the fateful Battle of Mount Barton, Davian and Lancelot were already busy in different directions.

He is still old after all, Lancelot couldn't help but lament in his heart, just like himself.

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

"Revenge, I only come for revenge. Just because you destroyed my dream, Lancelot. You made all our efforts so far come to nothing. Why do you think I have to endure those worldly sufferings? That's because of me We must build for my king a society full of poetry and dance where everyone can live and work in peace and contentment!”

His words were relatively calm up to this point, but then Davian changed the topic and became more excited than ever before!

"So I said to myself! No matter how much pain I endure and how much sacrifice I make, it doesn't matter! Because after all the wars and all the sorrows are over, we can start everything over again! Make everything better!"

Davian's expression became hysterical at this moment and became indescribably crazy! The three people in front of them had never seen him like this before, and he had never looked so intimidating.

"For everything the king and I dreamed of, I sold my soul to the devil..." At this moment, he suddenly became calmer than ever before, "But what did you do? We were originally You can drink on the legendary Mount Barton, talk about reason and art, and compete in martial arts and skills. But you ruined it all, rebelling against your master and killing your own compatriots. I've had enough of all this, and I don't care what the future will be like now! I just want to complete my revenge!"

Every word he spoke was heart-wrenching, and every sentence revealed his anger and pain. This battle was not only for my king, but also for himself, for Gareth, Agguiwen, Gahoris and Gawain.

"So I came with this sword, and I will leave with this sword. I will obey my Lord's command, one last fight for justice, one last hunt for evil hearts, one last period of suffering in life. A clean cut. Let's break it, old friend. And you and I will say goodbye." Davian clenched the dark sword in his hand. At this moment, he looked directly at Lancelot and gave his answer.

Lancelot got what he wanted, which was punishment from the king. She could no longer sit back and watch all this happen, and chose to let Davian cross thousands of mountains and rivers to come to this Wick, just to give Lancelot the ending he deserved.

And Davian will also get what he wants from Lancelot, just because he is here, he must complete the revenge he should complete.