Type-Moon, a human love simulator

Chapter 73 You Can’t Lose the Scabbard

After Kelar finished speaking, a few sober people looked at the monster with fear, which was so close yet seemed so far away in the sky. However, most of the rest were driven crazy by fear, and the soldiers who wanted to survive so much launched a large-scale bombing of the camp.

They rushed into the tents of the noble officers and began to attack the nobles. Most of the nobles were tied up by their soldiers before they had a chance to explain. Some idiots were still proud of their own bloodline and scolded the soldiers in a condescending manner.

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.

But Morgan suddenly did something bad. She didn't tell Artoria, but released the barrier in secret. She wanted to see Artoria pretending to be strong in front of her, but secretly testing her behind her back to see if she would be embarrassed in front of her subjects. Morgan felt very happy when she thought about it.

But Altria is no longer the same person she used to be. Such tricks can't scare her at all. She had long guessed that Morgan was even more thin-skinned and would definitely not be able to bear the weight of social death.

I can only say that they are worthy of being sisters and they understand each other's personalities very well.

Altria put the Sword in the Stone and the Sword of Promised Victory on her waist, put on a quilt-like cloak, and strode into Vortigern's lair with her head held high.

Although he was not a magician, as a dragon, when another dragon stepped into his territory, Vortigern opened his gray vertical pupils, stood up with his tall and mighty body, held a cane in his hand, wore a black feather cloak, and walked down from his throne.

"Heh~ you timid junior, are you still a British dragon with this attitude?"

Before she even saw him, Vortigern's taunting had already reached Artoria's ears. He mocked her, "Is your title King Arthur? You are such a ridiculous and cute little girl. Do you dare to enter your uncle's palace only if you are accompanied by guards?"

"Vortigern, nothing you say today will work!" Artoria had no intention of trash-talking. She said expressionlessly, "You despicable white dragon who usurped the throne, now is the day of your demise!"

Vortigern was not surprised. He sneered and said, "You little braggart, the people who want to kill me, Vortigern, are so many that even the entire royal city would not be enough. But until now, I am still the one who rules Britain!"

Altria said: "So, your good luck is over, because Yu is here."

Before she finished speaking, Artoria wielded the Sword of Victory and the Excalibur. It seemed that the main attack was the Sword of Victory that could cut through gold and jade, but in fact, the main attack was the invisible Sword of Victory.

In fact, with the strongest holy sword, the Sword of Victory Oath, Artoria alone might be able to kill Vortigern, but Artoria is not a reckless man or a warrior, but a king. In order to seek the highest success rate and the most reliable method, she still carried out the original plan.

Gawain and Lancelot also drew their weapons at this time. The strength of the two powerful knights was only a step behind that of Vortigern. The original plan was to let Gawain, who was in a triple-amplified state, be the first batch of attackers, with Lancelot and Altria assisting from the side.

When noon passed, Lancelot took over, and the two knights kept creating opportunities, and finally let Altria harvest heads. In fact, Altria had to be allowed to deliver the final blow. Now in the whole of Britain, only Altria, as the king of red dragons, who took on the destiny of the savior fairy king, could kill the son of the Age of Gods. No matter how strong others were, they could not do it. This was the blessing of the Age of Gods!
As the Moon World where Protection is greater than Heaven and Special Attack God is in power, even the gods and the wandering pioneers who wipe out the gods must obey the rules of Special Attack and Protection, and no one can violate them.

"Sword of Victory!"

Gawain decisively released the treasure, and a sun-like light cannon immediately appeared in the sky. Unlike the light column cannon that released the Sword of Victory Oath, the Sword of Wheel of Victory was more like a sun appearing in the sky.

Facing this extremely powerful attack that was enough to destroy a city, Vortigern sneered in response: "Not bad, the amount of magic power released is enough to destroy a city. It seems that you are not a weakling!"

"But..." Vortigern sneered at this powerful attack and said, "Can your city-destroying attack destroy the British Isles of the Age of Gods?"

"O wrath of Britain, protect me!"

Body of Britain: EX
Vortigern is Britain itself, so if the land on which he stands is Britain, he is the land of the Age of Gods.

As the son of the Age of Gods, he can only be killed by the prophecy of destiny. A+-level Noble Phantasm is powerful enough, but not enough to kill Vortigern.

Vortigern's British body is strong enough to withstand the simultaneous attacks of tens of thousands of people in the Age of Gods. Although the EX-level inherent skills have great consumption, Vortigern is the body of a living white dragon, not that of a weak servant.

The White Dragon's bottomless magical power is enough to support EX-level inherent skills. In a breath, a large amount of ether from the Age of Gods turned into magic power to enrich the White Dragon's body, making Vortigern's inherent skills even more impossible to break.

"Boy, you are the strongest noon figure in a day to challenge me. You are indeed quite wise."

Vortigern sneered as he patted his cane: "But have you forgotten my name?"

[White Dragon Devouring Light and Shadow]

Futigeng said coldly: "Light Devouring!"

As the name suggests, this is the ability to devour light, taking away the light that is everywhere on the earth and turning it into one's own magic power. Even the light emitted by a treasure can be devoured!
For a moment, the sunlight emitted by the Wheel of Victory Sword was swallowed up by Vortigern. This was an inherent skill of his as the white dragon that devours light and shadow, and it made him a natural nemesis of Gawain.

Without the blessing of the sun, Gawain's strength will decline back to normal in a short period of time unless he can obtain a stronger blessing, such as [Charm of Nevernight]. At that time, Gawain, who has returned to normal, will lose the qualification to participate in the war.

But not all the light was swallowed by Vortigern. The starry and moonlight emitted by the Sword of Victory in Altria's hand became the only ray of light between the world and the sky that was swallowed by the light.

With the illumination of the Holy Sword of the Stars, Lancelot took the opportunity to activate the blood rage state and released the indestructible lake light of his treasure. He slashed Vortigern's neck with one sword. The damage caused by this blow even exceeded Gawain's blow that was enough to destroy a city. Vortigern staggered. Suddenly, the white dragon looked at the unprepossessing Lancelot with a little astonishment.

Even though Lancelot was defeated by Keral many times and usually stood like a minion in front of Keral, this man was really strong. He was recorded in epic poems as a man who could defeat thousands of enemies and could break into an army alone, where even thousands of troops could not stop him.

"I didn't expect you to be so great, son of the fairy!" Vortigern touched the neck of the dragon whose head was almost cut off. Lancelot even caused a slight wound on his British body.

Ordinary people cannot break Vortigern's resistant skin which is full of magical power, but Lancelot can cut a crack in it, so beheading him is only a matter of time, and it is not impossible.

This discovery shocked Vortigern greatly. He never expected that he would meet someone so strong that could penetrate Britain's body defense in his lifetime!
It also made Vortigern completely adjust his attitude and no longer look as if he was sure of victory.

Being able to break through defense and not being able to break through defense are two completely different things. Vortigern could act nonchalant when facing Gawain, the Sun Knight, who was his natural nemesis, but he immediately became alert when facing Lancelot who had inflicted a slight wound on him.

Vortigern threw the cane in his hand fiercely. The cane with A+ level supernatural power exceeded the speed of sound in an instant. Lancelot could only subconsciously block it with the indestructible lake light in his hand, and was immediately knocked away by this blow along with the sword...

After Lancelot flew out, a loud sonic boom was heard in the air.

According to the calculation of the delayed time, the flying stick thrown by Vortigern was at least ten times the speed of sound. Anyone who was hit head-on by this would not have an easy time.

"This strange power is worthy of the anger of the British Isles!" Gawain said sincerely: "My king, it is just as my mother said. It seems that only you can kill this despicable white dragon."

Vortigern stared at Artoria's left hand, which was holding the Sword of Promised Victory. Although it was obscured by the Wind King's barrier and became an invisible sword, in the darkness where all the light between heaven and earth was swallowed up, the brilliance of the holy sword had already exposed its existence.

Vortigern still didn't know what kind of weapon was in Altria's left hand, but that didn't prevent him from knowing the existence of this weapon.

Vortigern has no weapons...

Or rather, the cane was not a weapon at all, but just an ornament of Vortigern. The strongest white dragon did not need any weapons, his body and strength were the strongest weapons.

Vortigern threw an ordinary punch, but when he swung his fist, a strange whistling wind came from his fist. This punch was a result of Vortigern's concentrated magic power. The power of the punch alone had a destructive power comparable to that of a B+ level treasure. If this punch hit, even strong men like Lancelot and Gawain would be seriously injured.

But Altria said, it doesn’t matter, I will take action!

As a fellow dragon, although Artoria's strength is not as good as Vortigern's at his peak, she will not be knocked away like the fairy half-blood Lancelot. Artoria used the Wind King Hammer developed by the Wind King Barrier, combined with A-level strength and A+++ level magic power, to directly block Vortigern's punch.

Altria whispered, "What a difficult fellow!"

Little did he know that Vortigern was not in a better condition. Being besieged by three top British warriors, he was exhausted. Even with his EX-level magic power and the extra magic power he gained from consuming light, he was unable to hold on...

The magic power consumed in these simple exchanges between the two people was enough to make the thrifty magicians of later generations feel heartbroken and suffocated.

But Vortigern had no choice. The three members of Artoria's side could attack alternately, and everyone had a chance to catch their breath, but Vortigern could not show his weakness, and his attacks could not be interrupted, so he was continuously consumed by the three members.

The magic power obtained by the white dragon during breathing was gradually unable to sustain consumption, but when Artoria slashed at him with a sword, Vortigern still wanted to punch to meet the attack.

Just as Vortigern and Artoria were in a stalemate, a voice shouted, "All the chains are broken. Pass through the lake light!"

Lancelot overloaded the indestructible lake light, causing the magic power contained in it to be released and used as a means of attack.

Instead of releasing the magic power that was supposed to be used for the slash of light, this Noble Phantasm, which is rich in sword skills, releases it when cutting the target. A huge amount of magic power overflows from the cut surface, and the blue light is like the light of a lake.

This was an attack that combined skill and treasure. Lancelot did not cut off Vortigern's EX-level British body, but cut off the air less than one centimeter in front of Vortigern, thereby applying all the magic power and attack to Vortigern's face.

This sword technique requires extremely high sword skills to be completed. If it was cut forward one centimeter, it would be blocked by Vortigern's British body and the move would not be completed.

If it moves back a little further, there will be too much blank space and it may not cause much damage to Vortigern.

Futigeng was hit in the eye by this extremely powerful attack and was instantly blinded for a moment. Even with the body of a white dragon, he needed some time to recover from the stiffness.

The opportunity created by Lancelot was very favorable to the battle situation, so Artoria took the opportunity to release the treasure. Vortigern, who was temporarily deprived of his eyesight, would lose his life in the darkness.

As fate would have it, the despicable white dragon that devoured light and shadow and brought darkness to the entire earth eventually died in the darkness.

The light emitted by the Star-Forged Holy Sword was brighter and more dazzling than before. With Altria's cry: "Excalibur——", Vortigern completely turned into ashes and disappeared.

"So, this is the feeling of defeat..." At the end, Vortigern said to himself with a look of sudden realization: "So, this is the tragic fate that I am destined to have..."

Even at the last moment of his life, Vortigern never felt remorse or regret for his brutal behavior. He welcomed his end very peacefully.

This is fate...

Vortigern disappeared completely, and under the light cannon bombardment of the Star-Forged Holy Sword, the Sword of Promised Victory, not even a trace of ash was left.

This despicable white dragon who drank the blood of the evil dragon and turned into the wrath of Britain, the son of the Age of Gods and devoured light and shadow, cast a shadow over the British Isles for decades. This shadow was finally wiped out by the new king, the red dragon of Britain.

Kelar led the army here and saw this scene just in time, seeing the darkness that swallowed up the world and the pillar of light that pierced through the sky and the earth.

This inhuman power made the Celts extremely awed, and also made the Ansa people who laid down their weapons and surrender feel terrified and uneasy.

Although Kelar promised to forgive them, after all, the one inside was the real king who ruled Britain. If she did not forgive them, how could they resist the light cannon that penetrated the sky and the earth?

However, having already laid down their weapons, they were like lambs to be slaughtered. They had lost the possibility of resistance and could only anxiously wait for the king's mercy.

At this moment, Altria's majestic voice was heard in the air. She announced her royal decree in the form of magical vibrations: "From today on, the Kingdom of Camelot is renamed the Kingdom of Great Britain, and I am the King of Great Britain, Arthur Pendragon!"

"King Arthur!"

"King Arthur!"

"King Arthur!"

The Celts, as the victorious party, cheered loudly for the name of Artoria. In fact, according to the evaluation standards of those who recorded history in later generations, Artoria could now be called Arthur the Great.

In history, Alfred had not yet ruled the whole of Britain. There was still one country that had not surrendered and the external Viking pirates had not been resolved, but he was already dubbed the 'Father of the United Kingdom' and 'Alfred the Great'.

Now Artoria has nominally ruled the entire Britain and occupied almost the best territory on the British Isles. Although the fairy tribes living in the forests in the north have not yet surrendered, they have been recognized by Artoria as her people.

Seeing this scene, Kelar raised the corner of his mouth slightly. The little follower who used to only follow behind him, waving flags for him and holding swords for him has grown up now!

Even Vortigern, who represents absolute violence and the wrath of the Age of Gods, can be killed. Now, Altria has the strength of a ceiling-level Heroic Spirit. If she takes another step forward, she may even step into the realm of gods.

Kelar thought to himself, "At this moment, I am sincerely happy for you, Lily."

Artoria returned to the army with the glory of a great victory after killing the humble king Vortigern without any injury. All the nobles looked at Artoria in awe, not daring to show even the slightest offense.

"Gentlemen, I wish to free the slaves of Britain, compile a British code of law, and build British prisons..."

Artoria's prestige was unparalleled at this time. No one knew how much shadow the lowly King Vortigern brought to the Celts, and no one knew how powerful Artoria, who was able to kill Vortigern, was in the hearts of the Celts at this time.

Altria concluded: "I still have many policies I want to implement that may offend the interests of the nobles. My Lords, does anyone have any objections?"

"..."

Even though Artoria was so straightforward, no one dared to speak out at this time. Artoria nodded with satisfaction and said, "Let's do it this way. Pass on my decree to the Celts and the Ansas to free all the slaves in Britain. In the future, no form of slavery will be allowed in Britain."

“Human life is so precious, everyone must learn to love themselves.”

"You are such a benevolent king, Your Majesty King Arthur." A noble flattered and echoed: "It is a blessing for the Celts to have a benevolent king like you rule Britain."

"..." Altria said calmly, "Whether you are blessed or not depends on whether you will follow my orders."

The nobleman was a little embarrassed. It seemed that he was flattering the wrong person. His Majesty King Arthur was not impressed by such flattery at all...

At this time, a handsome and powerful nobleman next to him said, "The king is indeed kind, but this is all thanks to the teachings of Lord Kelar. I heard that His Majesty King Arthur was once a knight squire of Lord Kelar."

"Master Kelar is truly worthy of being called a saint of Britain, as he has taught such a great king like Your Majesty."

Don't be afraid!

Why do you dare to say anything?

Just when the nobles thought that this foolish noble who offended King Arthur and placed others above the king would be punished by King Arthur, the serious-looking king suddenly chuckled and revealed a beautiful smile.

"What's your name?" Their King Arthur said, "You have good vision. You don't look like a fool who would be deceived by others' words. This makes me curious about your identity."

"My name is Perrinor." The man bowed and saluted. "My name is not worth mentioning. I am just the strongest knight in the former Kingdom of Camelot. However, after the rise of Lord Kelar, I lost this title."

"Of course, I have no intention of opposing Lord Kelar, and I am convinced by this result."

Pellinore's strength was very powerful, roughly between Gawain and Lancelot, and he was considered one of the strongest Knights of the Round Table in the future.

Of course, he is not very famous in the Knights of the Round Table, and it may be because he offended his superiors. In the pan-human history, the relationship between Pellinore and King Arthur is not very good. If Merlin had not come to the rescue in time, King Arthur might have died at the hands of Pellinore.

Of course, King Arthur in pan-human history deserved it. What's there to say about being killed when you can't afford to play the game?

However, as he was able to kill King Arthur, a first-class hero in human history, Pellinore's strength is naturally self-evident.

The more Artoria looked at him, the more she liked him. This boy was smart, good at speaking, and quite capable. She immediately invited him, "Sir Pellinore, would you like to join my Knights of the Round Table?"

Pellinore immediately knelt on one knee and said in front of Altria: "I couldn't ask for more. I am extremely grateful for your recognition and appreciation. I will always remember your kindness."

Artoria tapped Pellinore's shoulder gently with the Sword in the Stone, which was a knight's gift. After the ceremony, Pellinore naturally joined Gawain and Lancelot.

The other nobles were jealous and wanted to emulate Pellinore and get a chance to be favored by the king by flattering Kelar.

But the first person used it as a unique skill, while the second person used it as a lousy skill. Kelar waved his hand and said, "There's no need to flatter me. Lily wouldn't be willing to listen to so many cookie-cutter flatteries. What's more, you may have called me weak and stupid behind my back before!"

"Lord Kelar, we don't have..."

"Whether it is true or not, you know it in your heart. No lie can hide from my eyes." Kelar pointed at Perinore and said, "And the reason why I did not refute Perinore is because he said the truth."

Kelar holds the Geis of forgiveness, which gives him the power to discern lies. When these people speak, the colorful light in their souls flashes, which makes people's eyes hurt. Kelar doesn't want to listen to their nonsense.

"This is a great victory, enough for us to return home."

In the evening, the army was stationed in the city. Artoria leaned comfortably on Vortigern's throne and said, "Ah~ I didn't expect it to be so smooth. After preparing here for a while and completely digesting Vortigern's territory, I will be the de facto king who unified all of Britain!"

Kelar frowned and said nothing. Seeing this, Altria comforted him, "Kai, it's not your fault. Upton deliberately misinterpreted your words and used it to amass power. It's his bad nature. It has nothing to do with you."

"In the beginning, Upton was also a good man. At that time, he was worthy of being a dragon slayer who pleaded for the people. Otherwise, he would not have been able to gather such a large resistance army around him."

Kelar sighed and said, "What on earth could have happened to cause a person's mentality to degenerate so quickly? In just a few short years, he has not even completed his counterattack and revenge, but he has already degenerated into a despicable dragon."

"I need to think about whether there are any invisible loopholes in my teachings."

This was an episode that happened after they pacified Vortigern and entered the royal city of Vortigern. Derek of the Knights of Evangelion found Kelar in a dusty state and reported to Kelar the discord between Upton and Sisk, as well as Sisk's death and Upton's fall.

After learning about this, Kelar naturally did not let Upton go, and took back his badge of honor and awarded it to the dead Sisk.

Altria hugged Kailar's head and comforted him: "Kai, this is not your fault, you are already great, you are indeed right!"

It seemed that since that day, Altria liked this action more.

"I'm not angry about Upton's fall. I'm thinking about how to reverse the fate of a dragon slayer becoming a dragon."

Kelar sighed and said, "There is a group of people who, when they were fleeing from poverty, were brave men who dared to fight and kill and to sacrifice for their ideals. But once they took over the world, they became corrupt faster than the oppressors who once oppressed them."

But why did they do this? They were clearly aware of the sufferings of the lower classes, and they clearly rose up to fight against the tyrannical lords. So why did all this happen?

"This seems to be the nature of man. There is nothing new under the sun. What has been done will be done again. What has been will be done again..."

Kelar sighed, "Those people seem to be educated by me, but once they are out of my sight, they will become corrupt. I wonder, will my politics also end because of the death of people?"

When a person dies, his politics also cease. This seems to be the biggest regret of the saints. Any noble person will eventually die. The insects suppressed by the saint's halo and the monsters suppressed by the Demon Locking Tower will instantly rise up and attack him, distort and tamper with his words and deeds, and reshape the saint into a harmless statue.

"No, Kai." Artoria shook her head and said, "We still have a long time, a long time to implement your teachings. Didn't you say that there are no barbarians in the world who cannot be educated?"

"Yes, Lily, you are right. There are no barbarians in the world who cannot be civilized."

Kelar's jade state seemed to be just an illusion, and he quickly smiled and said, "As long as you don't stop, the road will continue to extend!"

"..."

He was still in the mood to joke, it seemed that Kelar was indeed fine.

"Since I have discovered these problems, I will certainly provide solutions later."

Kelar said: "But I cannot and will not think that the future of enlightenment is bleak just because of the minor setbacks I encountered on the road of enlightenment."

(This is my Kelar, the Kelar I know, the Kelar who can handle any problem...)
Altria looked at Kailar with admiration and said, "Kai, do you have anything to add to my policy?"

"It is right to free the slaves, and any form of slavery is unjust!"

(End of this chapter)