Type-Moon, a human love simulator

These idiots were making a poor imitation of Kelar. In their opinion, Kelar, alone and with some outrageous declarations, could make 30,000 Ansars defect. If he also imitated Kelar's tone of voice, it would not be a problem for him to intimidate a few hundred people, right?

But these idiots overlooked a problem. Those who are powerful can speak arrogant words as if they were golden words, while those who do not have the power but still imitate Kelar and say such words are just barking. All arrogance is based on strength, which is a clear understanding of one's own strength.

In the past, Kelar conquered 70,000 people alone, but now there are only 30,000 people. He also brought 50,000 people with him. There is no danger at all. This means that Kelar is willing to give them a chance to survive.

But there is only one chance. As Kelar said to Altria, killing is to protect life, and killing karma is not to kill people. If someone is as stubborn as iron and insists on blocking the right path, then he can only sit back and watch.

Even though the passing of life was an extremely painful thing in his eyes, Kelar was still willing to bear the pain that he had to bear when he embarked on this path.

[Supermen are the ones who can endure the most painful torture and rise from the pain. They endure the most intense pain and have the strongest willpower. The most painful genius is most likely to become a superman.]

"Thus spake Zarathustra, the realm of legend, the superman of philosophers' fantasies, I have reached..."

Kelar's eyes revealed a great desire to embrace humanity. He understood what a saint was.

I am superior to everyone in this era, so I have an absolute obligation to guide everyone in this era.

Those who are assimilated by the times are mediocre. Those who can lead and change the times are supermen!

Kelar has already stepped into it, and he is including the entire human race into it with absolute love. He is willing to embrace and love everyone.

Even if some people are considered to be unscrupulous and unforgivable villains in the eyes of others, in Kelar's eyes, they are still "human beings who can be educated". He is willing to love him, but can also bear the pain of him being killed by others because of his unscrupulousness.

Kelar will feel pain because of the death of people, but he is willing to bear the pain. He is willing to forgive everyone and love everyone, but if others are unwilling to give up revenge and still want to take the lives of their enemies, Kelar will not punish him.

"To endure pain is the fate of saints."

Looking at the chaotic Onsa army, Kelar's eyes were calm and compassionate, revealing the pain and regret for the loss of life: "One person's weight is equal to that of millions of people, and all people's lives are equally precious."

Some stubborn nobles were unwilling to give up resistance, perhaps because of the privileges granted by Vortigern, or because they were afraid of the twisted Kelar, thinking that he would deceive them, or perhaps they were simply loyal to Vortigern...

But none of this matters!

They wanted to tie up the Ansa soldiers and bring them to their own camp. They wanted those soldiers who could survive by surrendering to follow these stubborn nobles and board Vortigern's broken ship, and sink into the sea with it...

That would be tantamount to them wanting to murder the soldiers, and it was only natural that they would be killed by the rebellious Ansa soldiers who wanted to survive.

This is also a kind of...natural law.

According to the laws and rules established by Kelar, he will only forgive those who sincerely repent. Those who do not sincerely repent are not within the scope of Kelar's salvation.

The former Kelar might have stopped this unjust act of killing each other, but now Kelar watched it all with a calm expression, because this is human nature.

To love humanity is to embrace all of it.

It is not clear what the Ansa soldiers are thinking, but the nobles do not want to fall into Kelar's hands at all costs. The conditions he offered, the so-called "being able to stay alive", are very valuable for ordinary low-level soldiers, but they are extremely cruel for the nobles.

Simply being able to survive is not enough for the nobles to give up resistance. They have territories and can oppress the people and enjoy the good life as nobles.

Kelar would deprive them of their territories and might even put them in jail. For nobles to be without territories was more horrible than being dead.

If it was just to save their lives, the nobles would naturally fight to the death. Even if they were really defeated, they would return to their hometowns in Europe and submit to the kings of other countries and nations. This was better than being deprived of their territory and thrown into prison by Kelar in Britain and becoming commoners!

"Enough, Ansa, stop killing!"

When the time was almost up and the civil strife of the Ansa people was about to spread to civilians, Kelar suddenly shouted and ordered the Celts: "Pass my order, the whole army will attack. After ten minutes, those who still don't lay down their weapons, I... allow you to treat them as enemies!"

"Now, everyone, put down your weapons. Don't say I didn't warn you!"

Kelar's angry roar was like a morning drum and an evening bell, and both the Ansa people who were caught in civil strife and killing each other, and the Celts who were shocked by this spectacle, came back to their senses.

Some Celts were even so fascinated that they were almost thrown away their weapons by Kelar's shout.

Having said that, Kelar has the courage to bear the pain and the capacity to undertake the path of a saint. After all, after embarking on this path, the necessary pain has become an indispensable fact.

But this does not mean that Kelar does nothing. Like the almighty Heaven, he looks down on everything of mankind without desire or expectation, allowing humans to kill each other while he bears the pain alone.

Kelar will do his best to save as many lives as possible. This is true love and forgiveness.

At Kelar's command, the Celtic cavalry corps began to charge. The distance of a hundred steps was crossed in the blink of an eye. The galloping of thousands of horses caused the earth to tangle. The mighty force like the collapse of the sky and the ground made all the Ansa soldiers who were filled with murderous intent turn pale and could not help but drop their weapons to save their lives.

If the Celtic cavalry, whose speed had not been reduced, had just rushed into the scattered Ansarian army, there would have been an inhumane massacre. After all, it was an unwise move to confront an organized cavalry on land.

Fortunately, the Celts also respected Kelar very much. They dared not disobey Kelar's orders, especially those officers who were assigned to the grassroots level were all from the Lord's Guard of Maple Ridge. They were Kelar's most loyal believers. With them as a deterrent and coordinator in the army, some nobles who wanted to take the opportunity to retaliate could only give up this idea.

Under the control of the Celtic knights' superb riding skills, 50,000 cavalrymen spread out like a pack of wolves, surrounded the Ansa, remained vigilant but did not attack, and all those who attempted to attack the army were killed without mercy.

In less than ten minutes, most people had given up resistance, and a large number of Ansa nobles and their minions were tied up and presented to Kelar.

"Detain these people and put them in Delin Prison. Now, send the entire army to the lair of the false king Vortigern. Watch the red dragon, who represents the orthodoxy of Britain, kill the despicable white dragon who usurped the throne."

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On the other side, an hour later, Artoria and others had already arrived at Vortigern's lair. This majestic and ancient city was rugged and exuded an undisguised strong aura, like a dragon's lair.

Just as she, Gawain and Lancelot were about to step in, an unexpected person appeared in front of them.

Morgan, the Goblin King.

God knows why Morgan came to Altria. Gawain called her "Mother" respectfully, but Morgan didn't even look at him.

Lancelot didn't want to pay attention to her, but for some reason, he still politely said hello, "Hi~ Morgan!"

Morgan did not look at him. The fairy king just stared at Altria and said, "My sister, I am not here to congratulate you yet. Congratulations on finally ascending the throne that belongs to me!"

Unexpectedly, Morgan's first words were so hostile. Gao Wen couldn't help but tense up. If his biological mother and his aunt started fighting... who should he help?

It is now 10 o'clock in the morning. During the three hours from 9 o'clock in the morning to noon and the three hours from 3 o'clock in the afternoon to sunset, Gawain's strength will triple. At this time, Gawain will be famous in the world as an unparalleled knight who is unrivaled.

This is in line with the Celtic sacred number '3'. It is hard to say what strange materials Morgan added when making Gawain to create such a powerful knight.

"Sister Wang, why did you call Yu? Is there something you want to talk about?"

Altria remained calm and did not lose her composure because of Morgan's provocation.

But her words were full of provocation, exactly the tone a king would use when speaking to his subjects.

Morgan did not notice Gawain's struggle, nor did she get angry at Altria's superiority. She just said, "Sister, you have taken my throne, but do you know my true nature?"

Facing Altria's puzzled look, she said calmly, "I am the Lord of Great Britain, born by Gaia's destiny. I am the king who fights against the dragon. I am the wedge between the Age of Gods and the Age of Man, just like King Gilgamesh once was."

"I was born in the Age of Gods, but I bear the fate of ending the Age of Gods' children. This is the weight of the crown."

However, as Morgan grew up as the king of fairies, she still subconsciously favored the fairies while ending the Age of Gods and ushering in the Age of Humans.

And as a prologue, she must belong half to God and half to man.

But there are no fairies in between!

"I have been fighting for the throne only because it is my destiny. If you snatch the throne that belongs to me, then you must bear this fate."

"Now that you have taken the throne..." Morgan said calmly, "But the fate of killing the Son of the Age of Gods is still on me. If I don't show up today, even if you three gather your strength, you can't kill the Son of the Age of Gods, Vortigern, because this is my destiny as the king who will end the Age of Gods."

After all, Kelar was just a fan of Yunyue and didn't know many details of the settings. Morgan had never thought of explaining it to him in detail before. But now that Altria was about to complete a fateful battle that was impossible to complete, she jumped out and told him the inside story.

Alas, there are only royal chefs and twisted royal chefs in Britain!

Altria took a deep breath and asked, "Sister Wang, what do you want to say?"

"I want to say... I don't actually hate you, but I can't bear betrayal."

Morgan said seriously: "I, Morgan, am not afraid of any competition, whether it is... Never mind, this sentence doesn't count. Anyway, I can give you the recognition of the Fairy King and the fate of ending the Son of the Age of Gods. In this way, under the power of fate, Vortigern will surely die."

"Since you have accepted the king's mission, you must bear the corresponding responsibilities. You must save Great Britain. You must not fail!"

"If you fail, it will be a betrayal to me!"

"If you don't have this talent and strength, I, Morgan, swear that I will overthrow your kingdom!"

Morgan said: "Altria, my sister, what do you think? If you agree, you must promise me that you will allow fairies and humans in Great Britain to coexist peacefully without distinction of superiority, and you will never allow humans to trample on other lives."

The reason why Morgan is unwilling to give up the throne is not because she is greedy for power. As the king of destiny derived from Gaia, Morgan, like Gilgamesh, has a very low desire for power. In fact, Morgan's struggle is essentially the same as Merlin and Gilgamesh, because fate requires her to do so.

Morgan shoulders the destiny of the savior king and is born with the nature to save Great Britain, but as a fairy, she must lean towards the fairy in the standpoint between humans and fairies, so she is eager to obtain the throne, to end the Age of Gods as a king, and to open the era of humans, guiding the fairies to resist the deep-rooted evil of humans.

Morgan is not human and does not believe in humans. She believes that humans are inherently lustful and greedy. Any race that competes with humans for ecological niches will be ravaged by humans. As the fairy king, she must help the fairies resist human plunder and oppression.

But as the destined savior fairy king, she will not retaliate against humans without bottom line, nor will she choose to trample on life at will.

What Morgan hated most was selfishness, greed, excessive demands, etc.

But the facts prove that the nature of all intelligent life is the same, and goblins are not much nobler than humans.

For example, Morgan, the [Savior Fairy King] in the FGO plot 2.6 Lostbelt, has actually long hated the evils of fairies in her heart. The reason why fairies now look more docile and pitiful than humans is only because they are not yet in power.

So at the end of the storyline in the Lostbelt, Morgan is willing to accept the equality of humans and fairies, because this is the ideal world she is pursuing. After saving Great Britain, her people will live in equality and happiness.

Morgan has always been denying King Uther, denying that King Uther was willing to create the Red Dragon King Artoria for the sake of mankind. It's not because the humans under King Uther are so powerful that she is afraid, but because [she does not deny human nature, but denies that humans trample on other lives].

"I promise you, Sister Wang." Altria said without hesitation: "Any life is worth cherishing, whether it is a fairy or a human, they are all my people."

Morgan was worrying too much about this. Under Kelar's education, Artoria was the most perfect Holy King. She had no racial distinction in her heart, only class concepts. As long as anyone was willing to live and work in peace and contentment, they could live freely under her command.

"Huh~" After finishing her business, Morgan's expression returned to calm. She narrowed her eyes and said, "Sister Wang, I have something to ask you. Do you really like to compete with me?"

"Rob... Ha, Sister Wang, what are you talking about?" Artoria was stunned. For a moment, she couldn't understand what Morgan meant. However, Artoria was extremely smart and she figured out the meaning of this sentence in an instant.

It's Kelar, and it can only be Kelar.

In Morgan's mind, the only person or thing that can be compared to the throne is of course Kelar!

Coincidentally, this is also the case in Artoria's heart.

Altria chuckled: "Haha~ Sister Wang, you are joking. You are just Kai's enlightenment teacher. Kai has already graduated, right?"

"Humph~" Morgan did not give in: "Sister Wang, you are just a disciple of Kelar. You have already graduated, right?"

You little girl, it's easy for you to talk without any concern, and you dare to bring up such master-disciple matters. Do you think your status is much better than mine?

"Sister Wang, there is no point in talking any more. Let's just wait and see!" Artoria did not want to argue with Morgan and said confidently, "Your destiny will eventually belong to me. Even if you were replaced by a human, the result would be the same!"

"Hehe~ As a fairy-born human-god wedge, my fate will not be good."

Morgan sneered, "But sister, you are too early to be happy. You are not a pure human being. As the king of red dragons, you are destined to be abandoned by Alaya..."

"You were too happy too soon on the throne, and the same thing happened to Kai."

Who would have thought that these words would come true in the future. Not only Altria, but even Morgan was too happy too early.

"Crack~"

After the verbal attack, Morgan did not forget the main business. She snapped her fingers, and a fairy-forged Holy Sword of the Star appeared in the air, wrapped in an invisible wind barrier. However, Altria could see the gorgeous scabbard and holy sword hidden under the Wind King's barrier.

According to Altria's measurement, the length of the sword is about 93.3cm, the width of the hilt is about 12.3cm, and the width of the blade is about 5.5cm. The total length including the blade, hilt and hilt is about 115cm.

(To make it easier for everyone to read, we use modern measurements.)

This is none other than the original Sword of Promised Victory (Excalibur), with the Wind King Barrier that obscures vision and true name, and the Scabbard of Avalon (the distant utopia) that provides absolute defense against the five major magical attacks.

Anyone who holds this sword is invincible in the world, and no one can defeat a Holy Sword Master who holds a complete Star-Forged Holy Sword.

There is only one such sword. Although it is said to be forged by fairies, it is actually more similar to the earth itself (the earth is not the same as Gaia). This holy sword forged by fairies is at the pinnacle of all holy swords.

Simply put, this is not a man-made weapon, but a divine weapon forged from the planets. However, the real power lies in the scabbard, not the sword itself.

It is a sword that stands at the top of the holy sword category. It is made of people's faith and crystallized inside the planet as one of the ultimate divine weapons as the "Last Phantasm".

The 'Indestructible Lake Light' in Lancelot's hand and the 'Sword of the Wheel of Victory (Holy Sword of the Sun)' in Gawain's hand are actually the goblins' later imitations of the Sword of Promised Victory. They are said to be holy swords of the same status, but in fact they are not even worthy of carrying the shoes of the Sword of Promised Victory!

With just one glance, Artoria knew how powerful this sword was. She grasped the hilt and held the holy sword in her arms. Morgan said at this time: "Sister, the scabbard that represents protection is far more expensive than the holy sword that represents killing."

"Okay, I understand, Sister Wang." Artoria did not object to this point of view. She held the scabbard, and the scabbard of Avalon merged into her body, healing her body at all times and avoiding any form of fatal injury.

"My sister, I give you the Star-Forged Holy Sword, which also means that I entrust all the royal power of Britain to you. I recognize my destiny and give it to you... Only in this way can you kill Vortigern, the son of the Age of Gods."

Morgan smiled maliciously and said, "Besides that, I want to give you a prophecy and a piece of advice."

"If you lose the holy sword, you will suffer misfortune. If you lose the scabbard, you will lose everything."

"As for advice, I only have one thing to say: Be careful of Merlin. She always has her own little plans."

"Her predictions may be accurate, but how to discern them depends on your own wisdom."

When Artoria took the holy sword from Morgan's hand, it meant that Morgan gave Artoria the kingship of the fairies and the fate of killing the Son of the Age of Gods. She finally took on Morgan's fate completely.

From now on, there will be no more obstacles to Artoria's fate of killing Vortigern.

Morgan turned into a crow and flew away. She was now going to find Kelar.

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After Morgan left, Artoria looked at Gawain and Lancelot and said, "Sir Lancelot, Sir Gawain, I have this weapon and two warriors to help me. Vortigern is no longer a concern. Let us remove this last obstacle to the unification of Britain!"

Altria carefully observed the reactions of the two and finally breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the soundproofing barrier released by Morgan was quite effective.

Morgan had just secretly released a soundproof barrier, preventing the two outsiders from knowing that, in addition to the throne, the two sisters were also arguing over "beauty".

After all, both women are the thin-skinned type and can't stand such social humiliation.