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Now, Artoria has indeed had a large round table prepared that can accommodate 150 people. These 150 people will be senior officers in King Arthur's army.

"..."

Lancelot took off the "ornament" from his waist and put it aside. The energy level emitted by the indestructible lake light was very terrifying. As a fellow swordsman, Artoria couldn't help but envy Lancelot for having such a good sword after taking a look at it.

Perhaps Kelar is the only one who does not pursue the strength of weapons, but he is a maverick and others do not have such capital.

Especially in the Age of Gods, a good sword can be of great benefit to a swordsman.

"Come on, this will be the battle where I wash away my shame!"

Lancelot was immediately filled with blood rage. As a pure-blooded Celtic hero, Lancelot would not recognize any relatives when he entered the killing state. He was full of murderous intent and hostility. Anyone who stood in front of him at this time would be killed by him.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 66 You Should Worship Me Like a God

A lot of fragments appeared in Lancelot's hands, including railings, rakes, sickles, sticks, and stone pillars...

It was obvious at first glance that Lancelot was well prepared and had already made sufficient preparations for this battle.

But Kelar calmly turned the sword tip, which was sharp enough to cut gold and jade, towards himself and the hilt towards Lancelot. He held the sword tip, which was sharp enough to cut off half of a person's palm, and said, "That's enough. Come on."

This is the sword that symbolizes the royal power of the British Kingdom and has long been elevated to a treasure.

You can even fire light cannons!

This move was so arrogant that it could even be said to be a contempt for the opponent. Lancelot was immediately furious, his eyes were filled with scarlet bloodshot, like an evil ghost who was ready to devour anyone.

The terrifying madness seemed to be tangible and oppressed the surroundings. Lancelot's magic power surged again, but his eyes were clear and he obviously had not lost his mind.

As expected of a strong man who dares to face thousands of troops alone, this terrifying momentum will surely make Lancelot invincible on the battlefield.

Only Altria kept smiling. Even though Kelar did such a thing, she was not worried at all.

After all, this was Kelar, the man she admired most, Saint Kelar!

"Lancelot, even if I hold Tai'a upside down, you will not be my opponent."

Looking at Lancelot who was like a wild beast, Kelar said calmly: "Because I am the one who teaches the world, you should worship me as if I were a god."

"Lancelot, you have too much murderous instinct, you still need to be tempered."

It is a very strange thing. Lancelot is Hector's brother, and logically he is Kelar's uncle. In Seris in the east, it is not an exaggeration to say that Kelar's behavior is against the will of heaven.

But in the Celtic world, this makes sense. Celtic warriors do not care about seniority, they only value personal bravery. Only military strength and bravery can make people admire them.

"Kailar, you little brat, do you think this is all I am capable of?"

Lancelot's rage became more and more violent, but his moves were not disrupted by this rage. Instead, his attacks became more ruthless and more powerful.

His hands were emitting dark and ominous magical power, and two powerful treasures took shape, but Kelar still maintained the posture of holding the sword upside down and did not react at all.

Seeing this, Lancelot attacked three times harder, almost squeezing out all the potential of this body. Lancelot was sure that no one could take this blow head-on. Even someone as strong as the humble king or King Arthur could only retreat in the face of this blow.

So, the sword hit Kelar's neck hard, but it didn't even scratch the shiny tattoo. Kelar looked calm and said, "That's it?"

"Geis One: I, Kelar, have sworn an oath not to kill. I will never kill anyone."

Commandment: Never be wounded by a weapon meant with evil intent.

Lancelot's attack was full of murderous intent and anger, and was completely unable to hurt Kelar.

That is to say, Lancelot's will was implemented in himself, so he could perfectly control the weapon and prevent it from slipping out of his hand and hitting somewhere else. But even if it didn't slip out of his hand and he hit it 100%, the result would be... completely useless!

"Are you done fighting? It's my turn now, right?" Kelar waved his hand again, striking out with the Sword in the Stone held upside down: "I will stop the war with force!"

The upside-down Sword in the Stone cut off all the weapons Lancelot carried. Fortunately, he did not carry the Indestructible Lake Light with him, but took it off in advance and put it aside for use, otherwise he would have to go back to repair the sword again.

Kelar slowly sheathed the sword in the stone and said word by word: "As long as the great desires in your heart and even your true self are not as brilliant as mine, then you will never be a match for me, Kelar, Lancelot!"

"What kind of will do you have to challenge me?"

Kelar has long been ready to carry all of humanity, whether it is love or hate, fear or admiration, no matter what emotion... he is willing to impart enlightenment to anyone, forever.

"Click..."

With a crisp sound, all the items on Lancelot's body that had been transformed into treasures broke into two pieces, the dark magic power dissipated, and he returned to his original appearance.

"…Kelar, I lost!"

Lancelot sat dejectedly on the ground, almost losing his will to fight. Kelar's action completely shattered his determination. How could there be such a strong person in this world?

But, didn’t mother say that his strength was enough to compare with King Husband’s? Why was he defeated so easily by a young man?

"King, I will not embarrass myself here. Since you have Kelar's support, the outcome of this battle must be determined. I am going back to Avalon."

Lancelot was a little confused. He picked up Wuhui Huguang and was about to leave, but Altria stopped him: "Sir Lancelot, you don't have to argue with Kaybi. He is the British saint who subdued 70,000 Ansars alone."

"It's nothing shameful to be unable to beat Kai. It's a normal thing. It's not a shame."

Altria smiled and began to brainwash him: "On the contrary, losing to Kai will be the honor of your life!"

"Master Merlin and Mr. Hector have already told me that before Kelar and I arrived, it was you, Sir Lancelot, who defeated all the Celtic warriors by yourself. You upheld the authority of King Uther and the Sword of the King-Choose!"

"In other words, your strength surpasses all Celts except Kelar!"

"...King, what do you mean?" Lancelot was slightly more excited and said carefully: "I am actually very strong?"

"You are certainly strong, Sir Lancelot."

Kelar placed the Sword in the Stone next to Altria's throne and said with a smile, "I once fought Merlin and cut off her weapon in three moves, but it took me five moves to fight you. Your skills have almost reached the peak of humanity."

Except for the monsters that have set foot in the divine realm, Lancelot, at his age, has such martial arts skills that it can almost be said that he is a gifted person.

It fits the character of an epic hero very well.

Lancelot was in the most confused stage of his life. The martial arts he had honed for decades were easily crushed to the ground. This heavy blow almost made him unable to recover.

At this time, Kelar's affirmation was like a life-saving straw, and Lancelot instantly seized this last chance.

It turns out that he is not a useless person, it’s just that the enemy is too strong!

"Stay, Sir Lancelot." At this time, Artoria handed over the opportunity: "Next, we will conquer the false king Vortigern who claims to be the king. I really need the brave Sir Lancelot now."

Kelar and Artoria have been friends since childhood. They don't even need to make eye contact. They can cooperate with each other naturally and tacitly, which makes Lancelot, who has always been raised by the fairy in the lake and lacks worldly ways, stunned.

Lancelot almost burst into tears. He was deeply moved by the feeling of being confidant. "King, Lancelot is willing to charge for you."

A man in his sixties was easily controlled by two young boys. It has to be said that Kelar's orthodox imperial education to Artoria over the years was very successful, and Artoria has figured out the way to employ people.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 67: The Knights of Evangelism

After Lancelot, who was completely taken away by the beheading combo, left, Artoria stopped laughing, stretched out her arms and said lazily, "Phew~ Being a king is so tiring. It's really troublesome to deal with these nobles who smell so bad!"

"Hehe~ Who said that we have to bear the weight of the crown for all the people in Britain?" Kelar reached out and rubbed Altria's cheek affectionately, without noticing that the crows on the big tree outside the palace seemed to be getting heavier and heavier.

Oh, what a heavy aura...

Altria rubbed Kailar's palm and said as if whispering or talking to herself: "I finally became the king... Kai, you will help me, right? You will help me forever, right?"

"Of course, King of Britain, my disciple."

Kelar smiled and promised: "As long as my heart doesn't stop beating, I will always be by your side to help you... This is also the promise between you and me, Lily."

"Then I have nothing to fear."

Altria said excitedly: "Humph! A mere Vortigern actually dared to provoke you like that four years ago. He even dared to behead all the Ansa people you released and send them back. It's finally time for him to pay for his sins!"

Kelar nodded, his expression showing a hint of coldness: "Of course, my teachings, like the whip wielded by the gods, will inevitably fall on Vortigern's head... By then, the violence he is so proud of will be useless!"

He had never forgotten the 20,000 piles of skulls with their eyes open, and the boat girl who committed suicide in tears after transporting all the skulls.

Except for those who committed suicide because all their relatives were killed, all the Ansa people who were forced by Vortigern to present gifts joined Maple Ridge. Even the women were no exception. They trained until they vomited blood every day, and their minds were full of revenge against Vortigern.

Vortigern, who ruled Britain with tyranny and had the power over his people, will sooner or later have to reap the consequences of his own actions.

This is the result of not showing kindness and blindly believing in violence. Violence cannot end everything, and when violence has no basis, backlash will follow.

Killing one person will gain the enemy of the family. Killing a family will gain the enemy of the clan.

If you kill a family, you will receive all the enemies closely connected to this family.

The enemies can never be killed!

The so-called 'fear of power but not of virtue' is the outrageous talk of a barbarian emperor. Are you sure that what you give to others is kindness?

"The Evangelical Knights should be ready, right?"

Altria held her chin with one hand and said, "When the agreed time comes, the Evangelical Knights and we will attack Vortigern's army from both sides, and then we will rush into the castle and cut off Vortigern's dragon head!"

"Lily, haven't you been in contact with the Evangelical Knights?" Kelar spread his hands and said, "You just found me and asked me to sign and get ten honor badges. I don't know anything..."

Altria snorted and said, "Anyway, it's very useful. As the 'God of the World', the most important thing for you is to remain mysterious and aloof. If there is any problem, I, the 'High Priest', will naturally handle it!"

Kelar did not refute Altria's act of casting himself into a statue. He just said softly: "Then I will wait and see whether the plan set up by you, the priest, will work."

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In a dense forest in northern Britain, a group of Ansa people dressed as thieves were gathering together.

But unlike ordinary thieves, their eyes do not have the numbness caused by being tortured by life, nor the tyranny caused by mental distortion. There is a glimmer of hope in everyone's eyes.

"Derrick, you just went to Maple Ridge. Did the great saint Kelar give you any instructions?"

An Ansa man asked. They were the rebels who started the rebellion against the Blessed King Vortigern two years ago. Although they were suppressed by Vortigern with absolute violence and fled to the deep mountains and forests of Britain after their defeat, they preserved most of their strength because they did not engage in a head-on confrontation.

This was exactly the idea Kelar gave them, to gradually grow stronger in the form of guerrillas and resist Vortigern's tyranny, and secretly absorb the Ansa civilians oppressed by the tyranny.

The dense forests of Britain are so complicated that even if Vortigern came in person, it would not be easy to find everyone out, not to mention that Vortigern himself is a lazy dog.

He is a person who enjoys supreme authority, not a wise ruler who runs around for stability.

He only defeated the Ansa rebels once, and the rebels realized that Vortigern's violence was indeed irresistible. So they did not seek death in front of Vortigern openly, but carried out Kelar's decision and started guerrilla warfare in the mountains and forests.

It's ridiculous that Futigeng is still laughing at these useless serfs and calling them weaklings who can't do anything, not knowing that they haven't caused much casualties at all.

Vortigern merely recovered the so-called territory, while the rebels merely survived but lost territory.

Derek's face was full of frost, and his expression was serious and earnest. He carefully took out a cloth bag from his arms. When the cloth bag was untied, it turned out to be a square box with an iron lock on it...

With such tight protection, one can imagine how precious the item is. The others have begun to become serious.

Derek cut open his arm, took out the key sewn into his flesh, carefully wiped the blood and opened the lock. Inside lay ten badges and a flag.

This is the thing Derek cherishes so much?

Everyone was disappointed for a moment, but before they could say anything, one of them said tremblingly: "... Is this the highest honor badge made by Kelar himself?"

"It seems that there are still brothers who know what's good." Derek nodded complacently and said, "This is the highest honor badge that represents the recognition of Teacher Kelar. So far, less than ten of them have been issued."

"Teacher Kelar told me that honor badges are divided into third class, second class, first class, and special class!" Derek carefully took out all ten badges. He said, "Among these ten badges, nine of the first, second, and third class badges have already been selected by Teacher Kelar."

"Only this last special honor badge, Teacher Kelar said, will be awarded to the person who made the greatest contribution in the counterattack against the humble king Vortigern."

As he spoke, Derek took out the list, which indeed contained nine names written by Kelar himself, but he himself did not have a badge.

Someone raised a question: "Derrick, you are responsible for contacting Maple Ridge and contacting Mentor Kelar and King Arthur. Don't you have a badge too?"

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 68 I am the leader!

"I am just responsible for delivering messages. My contribution to the Knights of the Gospel is far less than that of the leaders. I am certainly not qualified to receive the badge."

Derek smiled heartily and said, "But I firmly believe that this final special honor badge must belong to me, Derek!"

The Knights of the Gospel is the name of the rebels. With one hand on the Gospel of Keral and the other holding a sword, they resist the tyrannical rule of the humble King Vortigern and the noble lords who are his accomplices.

The Knights of the Gospel means a knighthood that spreads the gospel, and their belief is Kelar.

The reason why Kelar was unable to participate in the Sword of King Selection in time before was because he had to deal with matters related to the Knights of Evangelion and provide ideological output for their resistance behavior.

Derek took out the flag and said, "This is the flag given to us by our Saint Mentor, and King Arthur officially gave us the number of the [Knights of the Gospel]. From now on, we are no longer the 'Rebels', but the army under the command of King Arthur!"

On the flag, there was a book and a sword embroidered on it. The two were intertwined, and there were red patterns like maple leaves, forming a gorgeous flag.

"What we have done over the years has not been in vain. Saint Kelar has been watching us all the time. Let us continue to spread the saint's gospel to the world!"

As the leader, Master Upton of the Knights of the Gospel, knelt devoutly under the flag and said: "The Educator of the World, the Savior of Man has come into this world, and the gospel of the world of great harmony is waiting for us to spread to those who have lost their way."