Lords of Camelot

She managed to hold herself upright. The final outcome still failed to change. She should have lamented, but found that she could not and should not sigh.

Instead, she felt a sense of relief, along with pride.

Although everything was destroyed like this, what they did, Davian, Gawain, Lancelot, Tristan, all the Knights of the Round Table did what they should do in these many years. Although I made many mistakes, I think even those mistakes had their meaning.

In her nearly forty years of life, she has gained irreplaceable friends and teachers. Experienced many adventures and created countless stories. Her life is something to be proud of and worthy of others boasting about.

Although her battles, her country, these will become relics of the past. But the relics of the past will become stories and condense into new legends, which will be passed down to future generations and inspire the hearts of future generations, passing on the beautiful feelings they left behind.

At this moment, Arturia recalled her inner emotions at that time, on the chosen day.

Ah, that's right. Although her and Davian's wish for Britain to sleep in peace failed. But during this process, many people did smile, and that was enough.

"Davian, your and my efforts are meaningful." Arturia whispered this softly, and then looked at the silver knight running toward her through the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

This is the last loyal Knight of the Round Table. Although he is the most ordinary knight among the Round Table, he endured all the way to the end and deserves praise.

"My king! My king!" Bedivere shouted while rushing towards my king. But when he saw my king's injury, his previously nervous face immediately became filled with uncontrollable grief. Bedivere had never seen his master injured so seriously, and he bit his lips to prevent himself from crying.

"My king, I will take you out of here right now!" He put my king's hand across his shoulders, then used his one arm to support my king's body and walked away. The white horse he rode on is still there waiting for its master obediently. If he wants to leave here, at least let my king have a place to rest well.

He knew that the king was immortal. Therefore, he believed that as long as he reached a quiet and peaceful place, the king's injury would be cured. No, Bedivere can only believe this.

Arturia has given up her obsession and grief, and accepted the final outcome with relief and pride.

But some people haven't let go, and their last thoughts before death turned into obsession, obsession turned into resentment, and resentment turned into curse. They lament and long for it, and they don't want to give up yet.

【How can you die here! 】

[How could you just collapse here! 】

[I want to fight my way out of here, and I will continue to fight for King Arthur! 】

[Although this is the end, I still want to continue fighting for my king. 】

And there is a kind of power, or a sword, which heard the resentment and lamentation of these people before their final death. It traveled through time and space, and it was only because of this resentment that it was satisfied.

It came here and absorbed the resentment of everyone and turned it into its own huge power. The resentment of six thousand people made it feel deeply happy, and then it called out the fantasy book.

【Eternal Phoenix】

[The legend of the Phoenix is ​​now a reality]

Among the resentments, the most powerful one accepted this power, and the others chose to become his help. He turned into a golden entity, and the sword driver appeared on his waist. The sword and the fantasy book automatically flew into the driver. This golden man grasped the sword without hesitation and regained consciousness in the world.

【Draw the sword! 】

【Eternal Phoenix! Nothingness, the sword of darkness will return to nothingness! 】

He gently twisted his neck, feeling the 'life' he had gained again.

"Davian, my name...is Davian Slyric." He whispered the name softly, and that was his name. And he also has things to do.

Flames appeared on his body and turned into a phoenix and flew towards the sky. He will continue to fight for my king. With this second life, he must fight with my king until the last moment this time.

Davian followed the familiar magic power of my king and came to Camlan, but when he landed, he did not see my king. The only one who is still here is Dark Sword Yueyang.

He picked up the sword in silence, and then said: "Thank you, Yue Dark, go back to your own time."

The blade of the Dark Sword trembled slightly, as if to express reluctance. But Davian still used it to cut through the dark space and let it return to its own world.

At the same time, Davian leaned down and picked up the lion-shaped helmet that my king was knocked away from. During his exploration, he was very keenly aware of how my king left here. So he chased the hoof prints left by the horse, but when he came to the forest, he still couldn't find my king.

The only one standing here is Bedivere, and what he holds in his hand is my king's sword of victory.

"Sir Bedivere, you are actually here? Where is my king, what's going on with the sword in your hand?" The flames dissipated, and Davian took off his armor and revealed his true face.

"Qing Davidian, I...I..." Bedivere was speechless due to the shame and shock in her heart, and she did not dare to tell him what happened. But under Davian's repeated questioning, he finally told the truth.

My king, who was seriously injured, gave the holy sword to Bedivere and asked him to return it according to the instructions of the fairy in the lake when he obtained the holy sword. However, Bedivere never returned the sword for the third time, simply because he knew that once the sword was returned, my king's life would also come to an end.

But when Bedivere returned here without returning it for the third time, my king was gone.

Davian's eyes widened and he couldn't believe this was true. When he came to his senses, he couldn't help but roar, because my king couldn't even get the final rest. When the holy sword was never returned and my king was in a state of confusion, she probably picked up the holy spear and left here in despair.

"Is this the final outcome of my king! My Lord can't even get the sleep after death, and he turns into a dead spirit and wanders around the world! How could such a thing happen? What good deeds have you done, Bedivere!"

Davian's miserable wailing made Bedivere even more ashamed to face his long-time friend. He actually made such a mistake because of his personal relationship and momentary weakness.

"I won't just let it go. I must find my king! Bedivere, I feel deeply ashamed of you. At this last moment, you who are trusted by her and are her last knight actually committed such a crime. What a huge mistake!”

Davian turned around. He no longer planned to pay attention to Bedivere behind him. He had to find my king. If my king wishes to die, then I will do it myself. If my king has other plans, then he will offer his loyalty to my king again.

[Stop it now, Davian. You are no longer needed for the next thing. This is Bedivere's matter. Why should you get involved anymore. Britain's story is over. 】

Of course Davian knew who the voice came from, but he answered with the angriest and cruelest voice: "No! It's not over yet. The ending of this story is up to me!"