Type-Moon, a human love simulator

"You're right, but I can't wait until tomorrow."

Kelar was wearing elegant and gorgeous noble leather armor, which was more decorative than practical. A continuous tattoo could be vaguely seen from his neck, but most of it was covered up and could not be seen clearly.

The battlefield, which had not yet been cleaned up, was littered with dead bodies. The stench of blood mixed with the stench of alcohol and barbecue was disgusting.

Some of the Anza pirates, whose evil thoughts are so deep that they can only be eradicated by thunder and lightning, are jokingly playing with the heads and arms of Celtic knights and lords.

Kelar saw all this, but he was not angry. His handsome and warm face showed the compassion and forgiveness of a saint. He looked at Hengist kindly and said: "... Even such a beast can develop a bodhi heart."

"I am here to teach you."

Next to Horsa, a pirate who was a former lookout and had excellent eyesight said, "Kailar, he only brought one servant with him and didn't see the Maple Ridge army."

Hengist smiled at this time. He ignored the strange annoyance he had felt before and said in a relaxed tone, "Are you alone? Kelar... Let's not talk about whether you can do it or not. Anyway, you won't kill people. How are you going to 'educate' us?"

"You're right. I won't kill you." Kelar said seriously, "Every life is precious. I will never let anyone die in front of me."

Kelar will never kill anyone.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 28: Killing is unlucky

Hengist stopped laughing. He tried to pull the corners of his mouth, but found that he couldn't laugh.

It may sound strange, but Hengist's clairvoyance should be very high.

Because Hengist was very sensitive to danger, when he was serving the humble king, whenever Vortigern raised his eyebrows, Hengist would know whether the old man was happy or wanted to kill someone.

Without such means, it would be impossible to work under Fu Tigeng.

Now, Hengist's vision saved him again, because he was feeling very, very strange...

Danger?

There was indeed danger, but not fatal. If you could say it was not fatal, the sense of urgency of facing the sacredness even surpassed the furious king, and made him feel only awe and fear all over his body.

"What's going on?"

For some reason, Hengist felt that it was incongruous and against common sense, as if he had seen a rabbit swallow a dragon alive. Kelar was clearly a 'non-killer', so why was he so frightened?

At this moment, Hengist even hated his extraordinary spiritual perception. No one else sensed anything abnormal about Kelar. They could only see a handsome young man standing in front of them, holding a decorative sword without a blade.

"Brother, why waste time talking to him?" Holsa on the side waved his hand lazily and said, "Kill him!"

As soon as Horsa finished speaking, Kelar's aura changed more dramatically, and Hengist, like a frightened prey, suddenly burst out with powerful strength...

But he did not attack Kelar. Instead, he grabbed Horsa and used all his strength to rush out from the crowd of Ansa people. He violently knocked away all obstacles along the way. In just a few breaths, he escaped a thousand meters away.

From Hengist's perspective, Kelar, who was originally as heavy and majestic as a towering sacred mountain, turned into a natural disaster with a howling hurricane the moment Horsa opened his mouth. It was just like the wrath of the sea god that swallowed up countless large fleets with a single turn when he followed his father to sea when he was young.

Hengist's mind went blank. His actions were faster than his brain could react, and he instinctively pulled his brother and ran away.

But the others did not have this ability. At the order of the leader, most of the brave old pirates rushed towards Kelar with pirate scimitars in hand, howling.

Kelar glanced at the route the Hengist brothers had taken with a hint of regret, and said to himself, "What a pity they had such a keen sense."

What's a pity?

Most of the pirates were not very smart and they failed to understand what Kelar meant.

But soon, they understood.

"I've said before, 'Killing is unlucky'!" Kelar's voice was calm but majestic, making people intimidated: "How dare you violate the law I set?"

From what Kelar saw, this was once the largest territory in Kent County, with a population of 30,000. It was one of King Uther's staunch supporters, and he also learned that the next king would be in Maple Ridge. The two sides shared what they had, and the Duke of Kent even humbly sought to learn from Kelar, and the relationship between the two sides was pretty good.

Although the people here don't live as well as those in Maple Ridge, they can still live and work in peace and contentment. At least there is no danger. As long as they pay enough taxes to the lord, they can live a stable life.

But now, this peaceful territory has become a ruin. The bodies of the lords and knights are scattered on the ground, and no one is collecting them. The peasants have been killed and chopped, and everything has been taken away. At this moment, they are looking at the invading Ansa with fear and hatred...

Kelar watched all this calmly. As he observed the territory, weapons were coming from all directions: poison arrows, scimitars, long swords, spikes, flying hammers...

The disturbed Kelar finally stopped looking and said seriously: "This sword will definitely cut off all weapons."

He swung the bladeless decorative sword and cut off all the weapons with just one strike, even the hidden weapons flying in the air. The sound of several weapons being cut off merged into one...

The human ear cannot capture so many and such dense sounds, and most people can only hear a "ding" sound. All the Ansa people have lost their weapons.

The next moment, the Angusa people whose weapons were cut off were knocked unconscious by an irresistible force. The force was just right and could have killed them directly, but it only made them lose their fighting ability.

"The so-called kindness and power, my kindness has been bestowed, now it is my majesty!" Kailar said with a cold face: "My Kai family has its own system, which is driven by the kingly way!"

"Kill him quickly, or he will kill us!"

Fear made them unable to control themselves. A pirate captain who had killed many people said angrily: "Hengist has promised that as long as you kill Kelar, you will be allowed to take all the 'harvest'. If you can injure Kelar, I will give him a female slave!"

The farmer's harvest is food, and the pirate's harvest is naturally the robbed property. The pirates' harvest is generally distributed by the pirate captain, who has great power. The captain of the Ansa is equivalent to the lord of the Celts.

Taking all the spoils does not mean that all the spoils of the ship are given to one person, but that the pirate can keep all the robbed things and does not have to hand them over to the captain.

Give you something that originally belongs to you and make you grateful.

But this trick was surprisingly effective. The Ansa people, who were filled with fear, were surprisingly boosted in morale by the stimulation of treasures and female slaves.

Looking at the Onsa people who were inspired by this sentence, Kelar was not angry, but said with pity: "You pathetic and ignorant people, you really need to be educated."

"Captain..." An Ansa pirate looked at Kelar in horror and said, "My sword can't hurt him... No, my sword can't be aimed at Kelar, he is really a righteous man!"

Soon, the surrounding Ansas discovered this fact and their weapons could not cause any harm to Kelar.

People with strong murderous intent cannot aim their weapons at Kelar, and their weapons always inexplicably deviate from the direction, as if their swords have become conscious.

Those with weaker murderous intent but equally malicious intent, their weapons could not even penetrate that thin layer of armor. No matter how hard they tried, they could not even pierce Kelar's skin.

"I will never be harmed by weapons with malicious intent."

Anyone who wields a weapon and points it at another person knowing it will kill him or her cannot do so without malicious intent.

Kelar made the most terrible "no killing" oath in the Celtic world, and gained the ability to protect himself from being hurt by malicious intent, thus making him invincible.

The Ansa people were thrown into disarray by this fact. Some did not believe it, some were afraid, some wanted to escape, and some wanted to rush up...

The 70,000 people were in chaos, more chaotic than 70,000 pigs. When a large-scale mutiny was about to happen, Kelar moved.

His body was as fast as a meteor, and his sword shone as brightly as the moon. In the darkness, only the sword lights could be seen. Kelar was completely defenseless against all attacks, because even if he was really hit, no one could hurt Kelar who had the protection of being immune to killing.

Once Kelar started attacking with all his strength, these people would no longer have the possibility of even hitting him.

Although Kelar was extremely angry, he still did not kill anyone. Whenever his sword touched a person, he could feel the person's physical condition and limits as if he could sense it clearly.

The force of the blow to the weak is light, and the force of the blow to the strong is heavy. No matter whether it is an old man or a young man, a perfect blow will make them completely lose their fighting ability.

Some of them had broken bones and tendons, some suffocated and fainted. Kelar, with his will to punish, left no room for mercy. Apart from not killing anyone, he could not be called merciful at all.

"I will never allow anyone to die in front of me."

Kelar's eyes reflected a stubborn persistence...

And the possessiveness of life.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 29 My Kindness, Travels Throughout Heaven and Earth

Just when Kelar took action and used thunderous means to educate the stubborn Ansa people...

Altria had been following behind Kelar. She looked at him in shock as he moved into an empty space, wielding that inhuman and terrifying power.

No one could withstand a light blow from Kelar, and no matter how powerful the weapon was, it could not pierce his thin leather armor.

Every time he took a step, ten or a hundred people fell to the ground, like the wind blowing through a wheat field. Under the raging gale, all the wheat seedlings had to bend down to save their lives.

Confucius, the ancient Confucian saint, wanted to practice the great way of "benevolence" during the Spring and Autumn Period when rituals and music were in decline. At that time, there were disputes among nations and thieves were rampant. Confucius taught the principles of physics, and the Chinese people began to understand the essence of benevolence.

The so-called benevolence means that I have the ability to kill you, but I do not kill you. Instead, I explain the correct principles to you and educate you patiently, not for anything else, but simply because I am a benevolent gentleman.

But if Confucius did not have such terrifying martial arts skills, his teachings would not even be able to spread beyond the State of Lu. Almost all the philosophers in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period had powerful private armed forces, and even the princes had to take seriously the power of the various schools of thought.

Altria witnessed all of this, and she had an epiphany in her heart—

The prerequisite for promoting truth is the use of force!

Having no sword in your hand and having a sword but not using it are two completely different things!

On the other side, Hengist was running very fast with the confused Horsa, fearing that if he slowed down a little, he would be caught up by Kelar.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

Horsa was hurt by Hengist's brute force, but fortunately, as brothers for decades, they still had some tacit understanding with each other. When Hengist suddenly pulled him, Horsa did not subconsciously struggle or resist, but tried his best to follow Hengist's force.

"No time to explain, let's go!" Hengist said with lingering fear: "We failed, we failed, the Celts have given birth to a monster again!"

"Fortunately, I had a backup plan and arranged for my most trusted adopted son, Nimed, to guard the ship."

Hengist was very fortunate. Since Kelar had used the tactic of burning ships and cutting off the retreat several times, Hengist was very cautious and sent his most loyal adopted son Nimed to guard the ships.

I thought it was just a casual move, and one that would never be used.

He had 70,000 men, and even one foot from each of them was enough to flatten the entire Maple Ridge. What he needed to consider was the challenge from the Celtics that the Ansa would face after the founding of their nation, not the retreat after defeat.

But he never expected that this backup plan would actually work.

Now, they just need to get on the boat and leave that monster Kelar.

"Why is this happening? I have 70,000 people, so why is my first reaction to run away?"

Hengist was filled with pain, for he had already anticipated his own miserable end.

After such a tragic defeat, neither the Bhikkhu King Vortigern nor the opponents within the Ansa people who were suppressed by him would let him go.

But Hengist did not go against his intuition and conscience. Even though he knew the consequences of this failed escape, he still wanted to stay alive.

As long as he is alive, there is hope. At worst, he can give his daughter and all his treasures to Vortigern, and then instigate a war between Vortigern and King Uther. As long as a full-scale war is launched against the Celts, Vortigern cannot do without the Ansas and Hengist!

As long as you are alive, there is always a chance to make a comeback.

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Kelar's fierce attack was like that of a tiger, but even under such a fierce attack, the resistance of the Ansa people was still weak and almost non-existent. Kelar's past forgiveness and education were not meaningless. Today, the Ansa people have entered a de facto state of division.

Under Kelar's attack, some people firmly believed that he was a "righteous man", put down their weapons and began to pray to Kelar earnestly, asking for his forgiveness, while others saw Kelar's inhuman distortion with their own eyes and believed that they must not surrender...

But Kelar ignored it and continued to indiscriminately attack those Angus who dared not surrender and harbored evil intentions towards him.

No one can escape the teachings of the saints.

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As Hengist was about to run out of the forest and return to the seaside, he suddenly woke up and said, "I know, it turns out... it's 'distortion'!"

"Phew~ It should be fine, let's go!"

Hengist was still in shock and said to Horsa very quickly: "We have all been tricked by Vortigern. Kelar is not a weak and incompetent fool, he is a monster who can force his will over others!"

Whether Kelar chooses to do good or evil, it is a choice he makes with his absolute self-will, and no one can go against it.

It was he who chose goodness himself, not someone else who forced goodness on him.

"In a sense, he is the same monster as Vortigern, except that he practices so-called 'forgiveness', while Vortigern terrorizes Britain with tyranny and terror..."

As the leader of the Onsa who had served Vortigern for more than ten years, Hengist could not help but compare the two strongest "monsters" he knew.

Their wills are so different that they are bound to be enemies, but they are not without similarities.

Just like Vortigern - whether Kelar's will is good or evil, these mortals have no room to refuse.

Whether the Ansa people wanted to accept this "goodwill" or not, they had to accept it.

Just as the Ansa people had to go to war under Vortigern's will, regardless of whether they were willing or not.

After this conversation, Hengist finally understood where the sense of disharmony came from.

Before meeting Kelar, even Hengist and Horsa admitted that Kelar's actions were completely those of a "righteous man". He was an impeccable good man, and his kindness and love were even to the extent that they would be recorded in the Bible.

But after actually meeting him, I realized the distortion in Kelar. His forgiveness and teaching were entirely based on his inherent possessiveness and desire for control over life.

He would not allow anyone, not even himself, to deprive others of their lives. It was this disharmony between fantasy and reality that caused Hengist's sense of disharmony.

I thought he was a saint, but he was actually a 'dragon guarding treasure'.

He wants to raise humans?

Absurd thoughts suddenly popped up in Hengist's mind. He was no longer in the mood to think about these problems. He just wanted to escape.