Type-Moon, a human love simulator

Yes, there are World of Warcraft in this era!

Even the mythical beasts have...

Unlike after the Age of Gods faded, when traces of Warcraft gradually disappeared, the total population of the British Isles today does not exceed one million. These one million people distributed across the British Isles can be described as a sparsely populated country.

In places developed and inhabited by humans, magical beasts are conquered by Celtic warriors and hunters. However, in the deep mountains and old forests where few people go, there are many powerful mythical beasts.

In addition to the monsters, there are also hunters and farmers who were forced to leave their homes and become thieves due to the tyranny of the cruel lords. The Celts are a fishing and hunting nation, and almost everyone has good hunting skills. They go deep into the mountains and forests, and rely on the abundance of materials provided by God, so naturally they don't worry about starving to death.

Therefore, the lords were cruel and their subjects often fled.

When these fugitives accumulate to a large number, they will become bandits and often rob houses. They not only rob the Angolans but also the Celts. However, they forget that they were once oppressed and persecuted in various ways, which forced them to become homeless and bandits.

This is all caused by the lack of an ideology that is sufficient to support their souls. Perhaps they initially wanted to resist the tyranny of the cruel lords, but in the end, even they themselves became the kind of people they once hated the most.

Kelar chuckled and said, "What are you afraid of? Who dares to rob our Knight King? Your exaggerated lance can scare away those low-level thieves."

The seemingly light leather armor on Altria's body was actually a good armor, which was a good thing that Merlin brought from Camelot. There was a lance hanging on the saddle, an exaggeratedly long six-stone hard bow on her back, and a very gorgeous sword on her waist.

Unlike Altria's excessive protection, the leather armor worn by Kelar was made of ordinary animal skin with some warm fur lining, and he held an ordinary, unbladed decorative sword in his hand.

Even Altria's equipment and hood and cloak couldn't hide her, and when Kelar pulled his hood, he looked like just an ordinary follower.

"But what about those high-ranking thieves?" Altria said with a bitter face, "The closer we get to the king's territory, the bigger and stronger the thieves will become. If this continues, the lances hanging on the saddles won't be able to deter them."

Artoria understood Kelar's paranoia and distortion, so she generally didn't mention the killing of people, but the problem was there, and it wouldn't disappear just because you didn't mention it.

"Of course, protecting yourself always comes first." Kelar smiled and said, "Although I think killing is unlucky, but when the knife hits your head, how can I not fight back?"

"But, with me here, that will never happen."

Kailar raised the decorative sword in his hand and said, "Since the low-level thieves have been dealt with by our lovely Lily, then let me, Kailar, deal with the high-level thieves!"

"Isn't Britain too vast and sparsely populated? Or have we taken the wrong path?"

Kelar had a thoughtful expression. After walking for more than ten days, he still didn't see any signs of human settlement. Could this be explained simply by the vast land and sparse population?

This place is already sparsely populated.

Kelar couldn't help but complain: "Fortunately, we are a team. If I were to travel alone in Britain, I would be so bored that I would want to hang myself..."

Before he could finish his words, Kelar was stunned. It seemed that Morgan had always been walking alone on the British Isles?

Will she feel lonely?

However, this thought was very faint and only flashed through his mind. Kelar complained calmly, "If I had known earlier, I would have brought Merlin, the old nightmare demon. This guy has lived for so long that he must have known all of Britain. It would be nice to let this living map show us the way..."

When King Uther's grandfather, Voldigrom, was the Celtic leader, Merlin gave the Celtic leader in Wales an accurate prophecy, predicting King Uther's succession to the throne.

Although Merlin may seem young, he is actually very experienced, even for his age.

"Do you need Merlin's help?" Altria pointed to her little head and said, "I can empty my mind and dream, and Merlin will take the opportunity to sneak into my dream. Then I can ask her for the map."

That's true. Kelar cast a spell on Artoria's brain. Unless Artoria voluntarily empties her mind, magic like sleep walking will have no effect on her.

This is of course also thanks to Altria's red dragon bloodline, whose resistance to magic has reached A level. A white dragon at its peak like Vortigern has an exaggerated EX magic resistance. Neither Merlin nor Morgan can do anything to him, which solidifies Vortigern's position as the strongest dragon in Britain!

As both are dragons, although Altria is young, as long as Kelar casts a spell to bring out her magic resistance, even though Merlin is known as the number one wizard in Britain, he can do nothing about it.

Kelar clapped his hands and praised: "Good idea, worthy of Lily!"

Just as the two were discussing how to solve the map problem, a fierce quarrel suddenly broke out from the dense forest ahead.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 41 Who is stronger than Kelar?

First, there is a voice full of pride and arrogance——

"My territory has 15,000 people. How can a small lord like you from a poor, cold and miserable place be compared with me?"

"Humph! So what if I have fifteen thousand people?" Another voice heard this and retorted disdainfully: "My territory has iron ore. How many lords in Britain are richer than me?"

"It's just some spare money. Without sufficient military force to protect it, what's the use of having more money?"

"If you have money, why worry about not having military power? What's more, I have the protection of His Majesty Vortigern! You know Vortigern, right? He has very few Celts under his command. I am the one who is highly valued by His Majesty Vortigern!"

"What kind of king is Vortigern? Besides, my father was once a court advisor to King Uther!"

"..."

"..."

Kelar looked up and saw two brightly dressed and handsome men arguing. They were both noble lords with very Celtic characteristics, with orange-red hair and freckles that symbolized pure blood.

In such a desolate mountain and wilderness, where few people go, there are actually people arguing.

This is not some glamorous aristocratic dinner that requires the nobles to bleed heavily or even sell their property to save face. This is a wilderness where no one has ever set foot.

At first, these two lords only compared their territories and properties, but later they began to compare their status, bloodlines, relationships, and even whether they could talk to the noble ruler...

In short, they were obviously two aristocrats with wealthy lives, but they ran to this uninhabited deep mountain forest and started to compare themselves inexplicably.

One of them was a rare Celtic lord under Vortigern, and the other was a vassal of King Uther. These two people belonged to different camps. Logically, they should have fought each other as soon as they met, but they just shouted and argued about who was stronger, but had no intention of taking action.

Seeing that the quarrel between the two was getting more and more intense, and even a strange pink color filled their eyes, Kelar frowned. Why did this pink light look more and more familiar?

It's Lee, Merlin! (Thick fog)

Of course Merlin would not do such a thing. It was so weird that there must be some evil spirit at work.

Altria frowned, her holy blue eyes filled with vigilance: "Kai, I feel something is wrong, be careful, it might be some strange monster!"

Altria's strength has not reached its peak, otherwise with her red dragon power at the top of the fantasy species, the three-eyed monster cat would have nowhere to hide from her.

But she is still very young now, and facing a beast that is at its peak and possesses the "Logic of Comparison", the only thing that Altria can use is her A-level intuition.

"Hehe~ Just a little kitty trick!"

People with weaker strength and perception cannot see what is happening here, but Kelar is different. Kelar, who once made the most terrible oath to restrain his own desires with his absolute true self and made the three great Geis, has his perception of the spiritual world raised to the highest level by the terrible oath.

In his eyes, the world is not just the colorful and graceful world seen by the naked eye, but also a deeper spiritual world. This world is gray and white, and only the colors reflected in the soul illuminate the gray world.

The naked eye could only see the two nobles arguing with each other, but in the spiritual world, there were three balls of color in front of the eyes. The two nobles only had very faint soul fire, and the intensity was very low, so they did not have the qualifications to become heroic units.

The small amount of green light represents good roots, while the large amount of red light represents sins.

It is very consistent with the aristocratic habits of this era. There is a little kindness, but not much!

Habitually doing evil is the norm.

In addition to these two mediocre people, there is a third group of even more dazzling souls, lying on a big tree on the side, licking its body hair with its pink little tongue elegantly and contemptuously.

The three-eyed strange cat, Cathy Palug, the immature fourth beast, the Beast who possesses the principle of comparison.

Of course, the current Cathy Palug is not yet worthy of being called a 'beast', and has not grown to the point where she can destroy humanity.

However, her distortion and "love" that is unbearable for humans has begun to descend upon the human world.

There is no doubt that Cathy Parug loves human beings, because comparison is human nature. Without human beings, comparison will be meaningless. As a beast of comparison, she loves human beings as a whole.

In other words, all Beasts are like this. They love the whole called "humanity", but this love, when it comes to a specific individual, is distorted enough to frighten people to the point of driving them crazy.

The strange cat was leisurely enjoying the comparison between the two people. As the comparison went on, the two became more and more enthusiastic.

Given the intensity of the argument, normally if it got to this point, they would have drawn their swords against each other. However, the two of them seemed to have forgotten everything else except comparison, and began to list in vain the ways in which they were better than the other.

This beast feeds on competition and growth, jealousy and regret among humans. It has the characteristic of being 'stronger than the other'. In theory, it is a beast of disaster that can never be defeated - Cathy Palug!

As long as people still have a comparative heart, and still have the jealousy and ambition that extend from comparison, the 'beast of comparison' can never be defeated!

Kelar was already tired of watching this farce. He pushed aside the weeds, looked at the kitten's curious eyes, and said, "Let me ask you, who is stronger than Kelar?"

Since neither of them can completely overwhelm the other in comparison, Kelar will come to end the war.

Who is stronger than Kelar?

"Kai...Kailar?"

The two nobles, who were fighting like bulls, suddenly stopped talking. Their eyes, which were filled with strange pink, regained some clarity. They said in unison, "Is it the saint Kelar who subdued 70,000 Ansars alone?"

"Yes, it's that Kailar." Kailar nodded with a clear conscience and said, "Let me ask you, who is stronger than Kailar?"

Even though they were bewitched by the 'Logic of Comparison', they still couldn't say why they were stronger than Kelar, so they could only bite the bullet and say: "No one is stronger than Kelar..."

"But it's enough for me to be stronger than him!"

Kelar, who wanted to put an end to the dispute between the two, was almost hurt by the second half of the sentence. He said directly: "I am Kelar! Well, even if you are stronger than the other party, so what? I am stronger than you!"

As these words came out of his mouth, Kelar's tenacious, flawless heart couldn't help but produce a slight wave, but this wave was very shallow, only causing shallow ripples in the lake of his heart, and was not enough to shake his mind or distort his thoughts.

Kelar easily calmed down the fluctuations in his heart.

The strange cat that had been lying down suddenly raised its head with an extremely excited expression. It was the first time that Kelar saw such a cute cat with such rich expressions on its face.

The pink in this strange cat's eyes became deeper, and it looked like it was well-fed and satisfied, and even stretched lazily.

Kelar, even just saying the 'reason of comparison' is enough to satisfy Him.

But unfortunately, she failed to absorb the emotions of competition and growth, arrogance and complacency from Kelar's heart. If she could absorb Kelar's emotions as food, her transformation into a beast would probably be faster, right?

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 42 Comparison is evil

"You are... Kelar? The saint Kelar?"

The two asked in disbelief, but in comparison, they could not and would not lie, and they did not even doubt it, but repeated it subconsciously, and then showed an extremely dejected expression and said: "Yes, you are still stronger, we can't be stronger than you..."

As they spoke, the two lords, who were either noble, wealthy, or powerful, drew their swords and were about to commit suicide.

This is the 'beast of comparison'.

Under the logic of comparison, "being stronger than the other person" has replaced all kinds of human desires and has become their ultimate goal in life. Once they admit that they can never be stronger than the other person, they naturally have no desire to live.

This is a terrible truth that will make the human race lose the will to survive.

It is a disaster that mankind must overcome and even eliminate!

Casey Palug, the fourth beast, did not stop the two men. Instead, she watched the two lords commit suicide with interest. After all, this was one of her pleasures.

However, Kelar cannot allow any form of killing, not even suicide!

Because he doesn't allow it!

What was faster than the two lords' suicidal hands was naturally Kelar's decorative sword. He easily broke the weapons of the two men. The same twisted reason, the excessive cherishment of life, the appearance of loving their lives even more than their own, made the two nobles regain some sanity.

Kelar looked at them and said seriously: "Comparison is evil!"

"'Comparison' is an emotion that humans don't need. People are born to love others, not to be stronger than others. This is a useless emotion!"

As he spoke, Kelar grabbed the back of Cathy Palug's neck as he was about to slip away and said, "The reason you became like this is because of this monster. It made you develop the evil of 'comparison'!"

Kelar's possessiveness of life awakened the two's desire to survive. The desire to survive that was lost and regained made them terrified, and they all thanked Kelar: "Thank you, great saint Kelar, thank you for saving our lives."

"You are indeed as the rumors say, Sir Kelar. Your kindness is unrivaled in Britain. Even the humble king is moved by your kindness."

The lord belonging to King Uther said humbly: "Sir Kelar, it is because of the despicable white dragon, Vortigern, he is afraid of you!"

"Go back, and don't touch these ominous things that affect life in the future."

After sending away the two nobles who didn't even have a name, Kelar looked at the Beast of Comparison in his hand, which looked pitiful and like an ordinary cute little animal.

This little thing's followers are not young or old, and each of them has a prominent background.

What is the fourth beast, the primate killer, the first of the twenty-seven ancestors of the dead apostles...

However, its other identities are in other timelines and parallel worlds. Now it is just a rather weird little cat.

"Fortunately, you in this timeline are not the primate killer." Kelar muttered softly. If it was that primate killer, Kelar would have no choice but to seal her up.

The ability of the primate killer sounds incredible, even to the point of being abstract. The opponent's ability is also very simple, as simple as the name, that is, an ordinary special attack that can kill primates with absolute power.

Fortunately, she is not a primate killer, but just an ordinary beast of comparison.

Kelar held the strange cat with an innocent look in his arms, stroked his chin and said to himself, "How can a kitten like you belong to a decent family? Would a decent kitten come here?"

"Fu? Fufu!"

The fur color configuration is highly similar to Merlin's, and I don't know who is imitating whom, but the little animal made a cute sound and blinked its big pink eyes, with a cute expression that shows that this little cat has no bad intentions.

Altria's holy blue eyes widened, obviously mesmerized by the cuteness. She had been well protected by Kelar over the years and still had many habits of a little girl.

However, after taking a closer look, Altria discovered that the kitten was 100% or even 90% similar to Merlin, and she immediately frowned.