Lords of Camelot

In the shipping container hoards of seaports, a battle unknown to the general public is being waged.

The battle between swordsman Artoria and spearman Diarmuid was interrupted by the arrival of knight Iskandar, and then the golden king Gilgamesh appeared on the street lamp. (I don’t care, street lights, street lights, street lights)

Everyone was talking, and there were three kings present. The golden king is arrogant and domineering, standing above everyone. The Blue King holds an invisible blade in his hand and is on alert. The Red King observed carefully and deduced the real names of everyone.

However, when the Golden King was angry and prepared to attack, a hole opened in the sky. A scorching fireball fell from it, falling right in the middle of the crowd and forcing all four servants present to retreat.

The swordsman quickly retreated and used himself as a shield to protect the woman in white, the cavalry used his cloak to protect his young master, and the spearman fixed his body with his two spears. Only the golden archer fell to the ground and showed dissatisfaction. However, when he looked at the scorching fireball, his dissatisfied expression disappeared and turned into respect and sigh.

When the scorching fireball dissipated, what was revealed was a knight in armor. Of course he was none other than Davian Slyric. But now he came back to his senses and looked at the world around him, and then he looked up to the sky and roared:

"Damn magician! How dare you banish me from that world! I'm obviously close to winning the Holy Grail War!"

His roar set off a violent wave of magic power that turned into substantial flames and exploded towards the surroundings. This heavy wave of magic power even forced the four servants present to be unable to move.

Emiya Kiritsugu, who was secretly observing, immediately became nervous. This battle had been within his control so far, but this sudden swordsman really made him panic. This was an uncontrollable variable.

"Boy, is that guy also a servant?" Iskandar asked his master Weber, but Weber could only shake his head quickly. This guy is definitely not a Servant. There is no way for me to observe this person's information from the perspective of a Master.

Davian, who landed here, turned around and looked at the guys around him. When he saw Artoria, he couldn't help but feel a little lost and couldn't help but whisper her name - Artoria Pan. Dragon.

Artoria was surprised that this person knew her. Judging from his low murmur, he was an acquaintance of his, but he didn't know him at all.

"I see, is this a different King of Knights from the King of Knights I know? The world is indeed very interesting. Some histories are swept into the trash as unnecessary history. But some changes that are accepted become parallel worlds. It's really interesting to meet different types of heroic spirits." Davian smiled rarely. Although Artoria didn't recognize him in front of him, it was indeed very nostalgic to see my sixteen-year-old king.

He looked at the guys around him. There were actually four followers gathered at the scene, no... He looked up. I happened to see the assassin who was lurking and observing there. So, is this world also going on with the Holy Grail War? That's just right. If you can capture the Holy Grail here, you might be able to return to your own world and find the person you're looking for.

"Hey, foreign king of knights. The woman behind you is not your master, so your real master must be lurking around here and observing secretly. Really, he is a living target on the surface. But he turned to act secretly. For the sake of victory, there is nothing wrong with doing this, but you probably won’t accept it very well. Why don’t you cut off the contract and come and fight alongside me?”

Davian made such a proposal, knowing full well that Artoria's character would not like this kind of unscrupulous approach in pursuit of victory. To put it simply, it was incompatible, but he also knew in his heart that Artoria was not the kind of person who betrayed her master, so this was just a suggestion.

"Please forgive my refusal, foreign knight. It seems that you know me, but I don't know you. I cannot betray my Master because of the words and deeds of a stranger." Artoria gave a legitimate refusal. , Davian shrugged, indicating that this kind of thing was within his expectation.

"Then everyone present, please come together, swordsmen, spearmen, archers, and cavalry. It's just a battle of seven professions. If we can destroy the four cavalry servants here today, we can just capture them casually next I have the control of a single servant. Then by obtaining the Holy Grail, I will be able to fulfill my great wish."

His crazy words and deeds made everyone present except Gilgamesh couldn't help but widen their eyes. Could this man be crazy? He dared to say that he wanted to challenge everyone present in one breath. You must know that they have Diarmuid, the strongest knight of the Fiona Knights, King Arthur of Britain, Iskandar the Conqueror, and the golden bow whose real name is unknown. soldiers. And this person, he actually wants to make enemies of everyone here in one fell swoop?

Even a group of Masters spying on this battlefield felt that this person was completely hopeless. How could someone be so crazy?

But then, a dark aura rose from the ground, and dark berserkers appeared from the ground. The moment he appeared, he pulled out a street lamp and launched an irresistible attack on Davian, just because Davian and him were indelibly entangled.

Davian blocked his attack without any care, and before the people at the scene had time to react, they were already fighting each other. The dark berserkers kept attacking, but Davian didn't care at all. Even during the fight between the two, Davian had already figured out the identity of the person in front of him from his moves.

"Ah, this familiar smell. How lucky I am today. Not only did I see the foreign king of knights, but I also saw the foreign knight on the lake. How interesting and fateful. My friend, in a world without me , did you actually degenerate into such a beast at the end of your life?"

Davian held the sword in both hands and knocked Lancelot back with his backhand. The strength of the two sides was not on the same level. However, what is more shocking now are the other followers. This is just a few short conversations, but they have already gotten too much information from it.

The black berserker turned out to be Lancelot, the Knight of the Lake of the Round Table, and from Davian's words, they could tell that this man was undoubtedly a member of the Round Table. But except for Gilgamesh, who has special skills, no one else can fully know Davian's specific identity.

"How sad that you have become like this. Let me give you relief, just like I once did." Davian clenched the unmarked sword in his hand and walked towards Lancelot. Over the years, his sword skills have been honed to perfection. If he were to face the former Lancelot now, he would be able to kill Lancelot without relying on the Evil King's Dragon.

The flaming sword split open the street lamp blessed by the Noble Phantasm, and even cut through Lancelot's breastplate with one blow. But Davian failed to kill Lancelot.

At the last moment, Lancelot was forcibly transferred away by his master using a command spell, saving his life. However, Davian's blow did cause considerable damage.

"it's a pity……"