Type-Moon, a human love simulator

For some reason, Hengist suddenly understood King Uther. He understood why King Uther was so heartbroken after being defeated by Vortigern just once and why he no longer had the courage to fight against Vortigern.

When faced with such a twisted monster, normal people must stay away from it as far as possible. This is due to people's instinctive desire to survive.

As long as he could return alive this time, he would never set foot in Maple Ridge again… No, Kent would never step into Maple Ridge even half a step. Until Kelar’s ​​death, he would stay away from the Celtics to avoid a head-on encounter with this powerful monster.

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw a fire rising into the sky at the sea not far away. The pirate ships that were originally connected together on the sea had turned into a raging sea of ​​fire. All the ships were burning, and Nimed had disappeared.

Hengist felt a sweet taste in his throat and almost vomited blood. He roared, "Ni! Mei! De! What on earth did you do?"

At this time, Nimed appeared from nowhere, with fear and hesitation on his face. He said with a sad face: "My dear father..."

"Shut up!" Hengist's face became twisted and ferocious, as if he had found an outlet. He slapped Nimed's face, and a large area of ​​it swelled up instantly: "Beast, what did you do?"

“Chief! I didn’t expect that when they saw Kelar coming, they all turned against us…”

Nimed covered his swollen face and cried in a sharp voice: "I had no time to stop them. They almost killed me!"

They seemed to be talking a little too loudly, and suddenly a shout was heard: "Found it, Nimed is here!"

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 30 I ask you, is it worth it?

This roar seemed to stir up a thousand waves. Dense footsteps came from the dense forest. Large groups of Angsa people gathered. In less than ten seconds, more than a thousand people gathered.

Yes, they were searching for Nimed, and Hengist was delayed in this way, losing the best opportunity to escape.

In fact, even without a boat, with Hengist and Horsa's physical strength, they could swim back to the kingdom of the humble King Vortigern, or even swim directly back to Europe.

But after being stopped by Nimed, the surrounding Ansa people had gathered together. Although Hengist was very strong, he was not strong enough to fight against more than 3,000 enemies.

Hengist's face turned livid, he drew his weapon and said, "Let Horsa and I go, and I will leave you all the treasures that my two brothers have accumulated over the decades. That is a treasure that is enough for each of you to become a lord."

No one answered. There was only the sound of footsteps coming from all around, as if more people were walking towards this side quickly.

This sound, like the gnawing of snakes and insects, doubled the psychological pressure on people, but Hengist still did not give up and was ready to continue to speak and seduce these Ansa people in exchange for his own chance of survival.

This is not impossible. Hengist has been able to get to where he is now precisely because of his clever words.

But at this moment, Nimed drew his weapon and shouted, "Dear father, there is no need to say more. They hate us to the core and will never compromise. They are all pagans bewitched by the damned false Saint Kelar!"

It would have been better if they hadn't said that. When they heard Nimed insulting Kelar, the surrounding Ansa people no longer waited for friendly forces, but launched an attack directly.

Almost all of the people under Nimed were Kelar's most devout followers, while those executed by Hengist were potential traitors who would be attracted by interests.

Those potential traitors usually shout the loudest, as if they are the ones who most support Kelar's ideas, but when it comes to a real fight, these people will shrink behind those brave men who dare to fight.

Nimed would not let such a thing happen, and would not let Kelar sigh in the future, "Why are you the only ones around me? Are all the good people dead?"

But Hengist was not an easy person to deal with. It would be a big mistake to think that he gained his position by begging for mercy from Vortigern.

Hengist's strength is not particularly strong, just the level of a first-class heroic spirit, but when he is with his brother Horsa, the strength he can exert increases exponentially.

Why did Hengist take Horsa with him to meet the humble king even though he knew that Horsa's words were unreliable?

Because Hengist believed that by being with Horsa, even if Vortigern attacked, the two brothers would be able to find a chance to retreat.

The decades of tacit understanding between the two brothers have made the strength they can unleash when they join forces far surpass that of a first-rate heroic spirit. Both brothers will reveal flaws when attacking, but these flaws will be erased by the other's attack.

These two people were clearly attacking with all their might without considering their own defense, yet they had no flaws at all. This undoubtedly conformed to the principle of killing by attacking instead of defending.

The fight was short, but Hengist and his companions had already inflicted heavy casualties on these educated Onsa people. Despite this result, Hengist's keen spiritual sense made him feel a sense of crisis like a thorn in his side.

In such a dangerous time of war, Hengist had no time to think about the source of the crisis and could only attribute it to the oppressive feeling brought by the monster Kelar.

"Horsa, there is no time to bother with them!" Hengist could not help but shout, "Let's go! It will be too late if we don't leave now! When we return, the humble king will make the decision for us!"

Hengist took the time to give Horsa a look, and with decades of tacit understanding between the two brothers, Horsa instantly understood what his elder brother meant.

(No need to go back to the King, let's swim directly back to Gaul!)

Just as the two men's eyes met, Nimed was suddenly hit by a sword in the chest. He let out a scream and his body tilted over, just blocking the path of Horsa's sword.

Horsa hesitated. If he chopped down with his sword, Nimed would be cut in half, and his sword momentum would be interrupted, which might expose his eldest brother's flank.

In addition, Nimed is the adopted son of his eldest brother, and Hengist has not had a son for decades. He may really have to rely on this heroic young man to support him in his old age.

There is only a thin line of conflict between lightning and flint. If the sword hesitates for a moment, the murderous intent of the attack will be restrained. When the murderous intent disappears, the strength will naturally dissipate.

Hengist thought to himself that something was wrong and could not help but shouting, "Horsa, don't worry about it. You are my most important relative!"

Isn’t it said that Nimed found a good opportunity?

If he stood in front of Hengist, he would definitely be hacked to death by Hengist, because Hengist would not put himself in danger for an adopted son.

But Horsa respected his elder brother very much, and the decades-long relationship between the two brothers was not fake. When he saw Nimed, Horsa subconsciously considered his elder brother's feelings.

In Hengist's heart, the adopted son is definitely not as important as his younger brother, but Horsa will subconsciously think of his brother and miss the opportunity, or it is too late to know it now.

There was a flaw in the smooth swordsmanship. There were enemies on all sides and they would naturally not miss this flaw. Between killing Nimed and killing Horsa, almost all the Ansa people chose to attack Horsa.

In an instant, Horsa was pierced by thirteen sharp blades. He used up his last bit of strength, grabbed Hengist's clothes, and threw him out: "Brother, go!"

The physique of the people of the Age of Gods is very strong, especially the heroic units. If Horsa fights back at the end of his life, he can at least behead all the dozen or so people who besieged him.

But with his last breath, he did not choose to seek revenge, but chose to help his brother escape.

Hengist was heartbroken, his brother of decades past died in front of him, sadness and anger filled his soul, but a man like Hengist would never be swayed by emotions, he did not resist his brother's final help, but followed this force and prepared to break through.

But it is still Nimed, still Nimed.

He blocked Hengist's path. With no weapons in his hands, he put his hands on his chest and used all his strength to block Hengist.

Although he was also pierced through the chest by Hengist's sword, it blocked Hengist's last chance of survival.

Without his close brothers, Hengist, who was left alone, was unable to fight against the siege of thousands of people. There were enemies on all sides and he had no way to resist.

In an instant, Hengist was bleeding profusely and looked extremely miserable, with wounds all over his head, body... Looking at the Ansars around him who wished he would be torn to pieces and wanted to cut him into pieces, his mind had never been clearer than it was now.

"So it's you! Yes, it can only be you!"

Hengist understood everything in an instant. He let out a long sigh, and when the sword was about to be drawn, he looked at the young man who had put him in a desperate situation, the young man whom he loved and was even willing to trust.

He did not show any resentment or hatred, but looked at Nimed with pity and admiration, and asked, "Is it worth it?"

Is it worth it?

I don’t know, and no one knows what he is asking.

Hengist was destined to never get an answer to this question.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 31: Nimed, the fate of the Ansa people lies in your hands

"Nimede, Hengist has noticed me. We must make a decision quickly."

Before boarding the ship, Powell found Nimed and said, "I have been exposed. Hengist will kill me sooner or later. Alas, we have not been hiding in the past few years. If Hengist takes action, I am afraid that our brothers will be uprooted."

"The foundation of the saints' teachings cannot be cut off because of a stupid old man like me. We must find a way."

Powell was extremely regretful. Kelar had reminded them to be careful of Hengist, but Powell did not take Hengist seriously.

It's very simple. Hengist was servile to Vortigern and acted like a complete dog and slave. If it weren't for the fear of the king's tyranny, I'm afraid no one would be willing to obey Hengist.

Now it seems that anyone who can be remembered by Kelar cannot be a simple person.

Powell knows that he needs to take responsibility for his own oversight caused by his arrogance.

"I've noticed this, too. However, all the ships are under Hengist's control now, so we can't go out to sea."

Nimed said with some worry: "Moreover, I noticed a more serious problem. It seems that some of us want to surrender to the enemy and return to Hengist's army."

Powell said disdainfully: "These fence-sitters are just afraid that Teacher Kelar will kill them, so they just talked about the teachings of Saint Kelar."

"They are the ones who shout the loudest, but they are also the ones who are least qualified to call on Teacher Kelar's saint."

Powell looked at Nimed and handed him the Gospel of Kelar. "If you can, Nimed, find a way to get rid of all these termites and don't let them taint the purity of the team."

Nimed silently took the "Gospel of Kelar" without saying anything, but just shook Powell's hand vigorously.

"I have a plan, Nimed. You are the person I trust the most." Powell also held Nimed's arm and said, "But this requires you to make a little sacrifice... No, it is the most tragic sacrifice. But I have no other choice. I can only trust you."

Powell told his plan: "You report me to Hengist, and then kill me in front of all the Anshars. In order to win Hengist's trust, you'd better do it yourself."

"Horsa likes torture, you'd better cater to his wishes. I know a punishment, you can tell them..."

"No, I don't agree!"

Nimed subconsciously objects, which would be a cruel torture for Powell.

"Hengist has no son. This is his biggest regret and also his only weakness!" Powell analyzed calmly, "If you go according to plan, your actions will definitely reassure Hengist. If you ask him to be your father at this time, he will most likely take you in as his son."

"This plan is good in every way, but it's too cruel for you. Nimed, you can refuse it. This is not moral kidnapping. I don't have the courage or the talent to be the executor of the plan."

Nimed wanted to say something else: "But..."

"Nimede, we don't have that much time to think about it. This is the only way to preserve our strength to the greatest extent."

Nimed was silent, and Powell sighed and said, "I really can't find another person. I know myself well. I am just the first mortal to listen to the saint's teachings, so I can only become your guide reluctantly."

Powell rubbed his nose and said self-deprecatingly: "My eyes are blurry and I can't accurately distinguish who is a fence-sitter. I'm afraid I'm putting my trust in the wrong person."

"But you are different, Nimed. You are the best disciple of Teacher Kelar. You are the only one I can trust. Only you can complete this task."

"..."

After a long silence, Nimed said in a hoarse voice: "Powell, you will die miserably. Is it really worth it?"

Powell did not directly answer Nimed's question whether it was worth it. He just said: "Nimede, it's easy to die, but it's hard to live..."

Finally, Powell looked deeply at Nimed and said, "Nimede, the fate of the Ansa people depends on you."

Nimed also looked at his only best friend, nodded seriously and said, "Okay, Powell, I promise you."

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Hengist died and his head was chopped off. The Onsa hated him to the core. If it weren't for Kelar's years of education that had freed them from their barbaric habits, they would have wanted to eat Hengist's flesh and blood.

A noisy shouting sounded not far away, mixed with a little begging for mercy and confession...

Immediately afterwards, there were continuous clanging sounds, which were the clanging sounds of weapons being cut off. The sound came from the forest, like an extremely long snake swimming quickly. Soon, the sound of weapons falling to the ground was also heard from the rear.

Less than ten breaths passed, and before anyone could react, they heard Kelar's calm voice: "Stop, killing is unlucky, you must all obey my law."

Hearing Kelar's voice, most people subconsciously put down their weapons. Only a few people looked at Hengist hatefully before dropping their weapons and heads.

"Unfortunately, I'm late."

Kelar saw two badly broken bodies at a glance, but his eyes passed over them and looked at Nimed, who was leaning against a big tree, breathing his last breath and about to die.

Yes, Nimed was about to die. Hengist was not a weak man after all. Even if Nimed just wanted to stop him for a moment, he would have to pay with his life.

With the last bit of Horsa's strength, Hengist could have broken out of the Ansa encirclement, but in the end, it was Nimed who risked his life to stop him.

But unfortunately, it was pitch black here, with only a few scattered lights, and Nimed's feat was not seen by anyone except the dead Hengist.

An Ansa looked at the dying Nimed with disdain, and turned to Kelar and said, "Kelar! He is a shameful traitor. Nimed betrayed Powell, peeled his skin, and soaked him in the sea water!"

"Yes, he even acknowledged Hengist as his father and became Hengist's adopted son!"

Another Ansa man looked at Nimed with resentment and told him about his crimes one by one, like a wronged child, telling Kelar about Nimed's crimes during this period of time.

Nimed did not defend himself. He looked at Kelar and smiled, "Teacher Kelar, you are finally here. Even if I have done such a perverse thing, will you forgive me?"

"..." Kelar listened carefully, and after a while he looked at Nimed and said seriously: "My disciple, you are a hero, you are innocent!"

"Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes?"

Nimed smiled at Kelar with a pale face and said weakly: "But I killed a lot of people, um... and Powell, and I killed him with my own hands."

"This is the Gospel of Kelar, compiled by Powell himself. I dedicate it to you."

Nimed began to speak incoherently: "Teacher Kelar, I wanted to make up...make up an exquisite lie to deceive you, but I found that I couldn't do it. Under your gaze, I couldn't tell any lies. I was really scared and painful these days..."

"Thank you for believing in me, thank you for forgiving me... Teacher Kelar, really, thank you..."

"Nimede, I also want to thank you. Thank you for practicing my principles with your life and believing in my righteousness."

"You are a hero, my disciple. I will never forget you in my life."

For the first time, Kelar felt the weight of the ideals he carried. Are the ideals he practiced alone and his righteousness really enough to make an old sailor who fears death endure the cruel death penalty, and another heroic young man give up his dignity, endure humiliation, and even sacrifice his life?

Kelar finally understood that he had actually and truly changed this era, changed the future of a country, two nations, and even more countries and more nations.