Lords of Camelot

"Altria!!"

Davian woke up from his dream, cold sweat all over his body, and the feeling of shock echoed repeatedly in his mind. It was enough to see what kind of nightmare he had had before, and what a tragic story he encountered.

When he came to his senses and began to check his condition, he found himself lying on a white bed, which looked very much like the beds prepared for patients in a hospital.

The wound on his chest had disappeared. Had he recovered? But... how was it possible? With such a serious injury, plus the destruction of the Camelot Fantasy, and the attraction of the small black hole, how could he be here?

"Is this the world after death? This shouldn't be the case..." He muttered to himself in a low voice, but at this moment a voice came from the side.

"You're awake, that's good, it looks like everything is fine."

Davian turned his head at the voice and saw a woman with silver hair and a red military uniform standing next to him.

"Thank you, did you save me?" Davidian first expressed his gratitude, and then asked if she was the one who saved him?

"You collapsed outside my house, so I brought you back for some examinations and treatment. Apart from being weak, there is actually nothing wrong with you. You are in good health."

The other party also finished answering, and Davian asked her name at this time. The woman said that she was Florence Nightingale and currently lived alone on the planet called Byzas.

Davian collected some relevant knowledge in his mind. Their spacecraft had exploded 200 light years away from Byzas before. So he actually flew 200 light years to this planet? How is this possible?

"Ms. Nightingale, this is today's morning paper. I'll put it at the door for you!" The voice of the newspaper delivery man came from outside, and Nightingale responded that she would come over to get the newspaper soon.

Then she asked Davian to lie down, and just when Davian was about to say that he was completely well, Nightingale's eyes immediately changed from gentle to stern, and that steel-like feeling made Davian feel that if he refused to lie down properly, he would be tied up immediately and then lie down properly.

So Davian obeyed her. He had fought in so many space wars before and had never felt any fear, but this was the first time he surrendered to a woman.

However, Nightingale went to get the newspaper. Davian then noticed that there was only one bed in the room. So where did Nightingale sleep?

"Oh? One cosmic month ago, the Chaldea Academy successfully raided the base camp of the Knights of the Dark Round Table. The leader of the Knights of the Dark Round Table, Davian Slerik, was killed in the battle, and all the other Knights of the Dark Round Table were sealed and detained."

Nightingale returned to the room, holding the newspaper, reading it. Then she put the newspaper down in front of Davian and compared Davian's face with the face in the newspaper.

"Oh, you look exactly like him. How did you escape? The above describes the result very clearly. The explosion of Davian's ship, Camelot Fantasy, triggered a small black hole. It would be impossible for you to escape from that environment with your weak body, right?"

After all, it was Nightingale who had been taking care of him, so she knew exactly what he was capable of.

"I don't know either... Actually, my memory of the explosion of the Camelot Vision is very vague. I should have been dead. How could I still be alive and travel 200 light years to this planet?"

Davian answered honestly, and Nightingale nodded. From his expression, it was clear that he was not the type to lie, so it could only be said that he himself did not know what was happening to him.

"It doesn't really matter. The key point is what you are going to do next. The Knights of the Dark Round Table have been destroyed. The newspapers say that Babbage is now hunting down the remaining remnants, and the Right Hand of the Round Table, Vincenrib, is still leading the remaining Knights of the Dark Round Table to escape."

Nightingale's words made Davian feel sad. Everything he had worked so hard for for so long was gone in such a short time. What should he do next?

Seeing his sad and depressed look, Nightingale knew that he had temporarily lost his direction. It was then that she noticed something on the table beside her.

"Oh, by the way, this thing belongs to you. I still don't understand how to use it, but I think you should know."

Nightingale handed the item that had been on the table to Davian. Before she left, she thought Davian would put it away. But when she came back and saw that it was still there, she felt strange.

Davian took the thing. Most of it was white, with some red V-shaped and diamond-shaped green crystals. It felt heavy in his hand, but Davian couldn't tell what metal it was.

"Is this... something on me?" Although he had never used this thing before, Davian suddenly seemed to understand how to use it. But now he didn't know how to use it, and there was no need to.

He recalled the voice again, the voice that entered his mind when he died. Was this thing, this power, the power transmitted to him by that voice, that great will?

At that end, all he could feel was the great will and the warm light. That light told him that he should do the right thing and pursue the right path.

He recalled his past, because he wanted to make everything go on the right track, he had the idea of ​​conquering the universe. After that, he forced people to be good, even the smallest sins were punished too severely, and deprived others of their free will...

Thinking back carefully, he did a lot of wrong things at that time. Was it because he was eager for success? Or was it because he was disappointed and dissatisfied with human nature and developed a revenge mentality?

Now that he had died once, his inner thoughts had changed. After all, he was just a person, a life born in this universe like everyone else, and he could not force anything.

"That's right... It's not about conquering the universe, nor is it about forcing them to the future we want with our will. The right to freedom belongs to all living things, and all we have to do is protect them so that they don't go down the wrong path. Sooner or later, they will go down the right path themselves... until everyone is united."

Davian has realized what he is going to do next. The Dark Knights of the Round Table will become a symbol of the past. He will create a new era in this universe. He will establish a new organization to fight to protect the balance and freedom of this universe.

"Yes, it's no longer the Knights of the Dark Round Table... I will find them, and I will form a new organization... A new space guard will be formed, and we will fight for the peace of the universe and the freedom of the people!"

After Davian finished speaking, he was so excited that he wanted to get out of bed and continue his work, but Nightingale's hand was already on his shoulder.

At this time, veins on Nan Ding's forehead were already bulging. She said to Davian with a strong smile: "Lie down! You haven't fully recovered yet! Don't move! No matter what you want to do, at least you have to recover to your full state."

"Yes Yes……"