Type-Moon, a human love simulator

Chapter 32 Teacher Kelar, I don’t want to die yet
"I don't...know, I really don't know..."

Nimed couldn't help vomiting a large mouthful of blood. Kelar walked over to support him. Nimed's hand tightly grasped Kelar's arm. His eyes were filled with tears at this time: "Teacher Kelar, I don't want to die yet..."

I have not yet fulfilled Powell's request to actually complete the book "The Gospel of Kelar".

I have not yet witnessed with my own eyes the Garden of Eden, the world of universal harmony that Teacher Kelar describes as being the dream of all nations.

I have not……

Nimed died, his eyes wide open, one hand tightly grasping the "Gospel of Kelar" entrusted to him by Powell, and the other hand tightly holding Kelar's arm.

"This just proves that Wu Kailar is 'absolutely right'!"

Kelar reached out his hand and closed Nimed's eyes, but the stubborn fire in his eyes became more and more vigorous: "Because I am absolutely right, there are people who will protect my truth at the cost of their lives."

"This is my achievement, this is my teaching!"

Kelar sighed: "My principles, practiced in heaven and earth, are the most correct truth in the world."

"What you see may not be true, and what you hear may not be true. Don't let appearances blind your mind, and don't let emotions affect your judgment."

Kelar looked at the more than 2,000 Ansa people around him, whose souls shone with soft golden light, and said, "The fact that you three thousand people are gathered together, I think, this is not a coincidence."

"I don't think it's a coincidence that you were able to kill Hengist and Horsa so easily."

Kelar firmly believes that enlightenment is absolutely useful, but he does not think that everyone can be transformed by enlightenment.

Some people have deep-rooted evil roots and are beyond redemption. However, Kelar will not kill such people, because bad people have their own ways, and Kelar will naturally ensure that he will not let bad people do evil again.

"..."

The Ansa people around were listening to the conversation between Kelar and Nimed and were confused. They didn't know what kind of holy book Kelar was talking about, but from what Kelar said, was there another hidden story?
Could this be Powell and Nimed’s plan?
Some smart people looked at the comrades around them who came from various fleets but inexplicably shared the same ideals, and then they understood Nimed's big move.

He was able to accurately select all the Ansa people who were educated by Kelar from tens of thousands of people.

Nimed was even afraid that Kelar would forgive Hengist and Horsa, so he set an ambush and killed these two evil Ansa leaders, not giving Kelar any chance to forgive them.

The person who shouted first muttered quietly: "No wonder Nimed hid so well that we couldn't find him, but he suddenly made such a sharp sound in the silent forest..."

Altria watched all this from the side, and once again remembered a truth in her heart: sometimes what you see is not necessarily the truth, and the truth behind something may be beyond people's expectations.

"Little lion, what are you still standing there for? My teaching is not yet complete, hurry up and catch up!" Kelar said without turning his head: "I am here to chase that old man Hengist, and I have missed a lot of people along the way."

"My teachings must be given to all the Ansa people."
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The unilateral indoctrination of the Ansas continued, but Kelar chose to pursue Hengist first.

If these two Ansa leaders were allowed to escape, there would be endless troubles in the future. Kelar would never let them have the chance to play the villain in a melodramatic story, so he chased them out. But who would have thought that the two brothers would fall into Nimed's hands.

Nimed, what a talent!
When there are more than ten thousand people, there is no end in sight.

Seventy thousand Angsa people are scattered in this area, which means they are not familiar with the terrain, otherwise they would not be easy to find.

The 70,000 men were in chaos, and the most terrible taboo in military strategy occurred - camp howling.

Everyone was holding a weapon and was on guard against the people around them. If someone approached, they would attack indiscriminately. If this happened on the Blue Star where there was no supernatural power, Camp Roar would definitely cause extremely heavy casualties.

But this is the moon, and under Kelar's inhuman force, more than 70,000 Ansa people either voluntarily laid down their weapons or voluntarily had their weapons cut off by him.

"Now, do you remember?" Kelar asked again, "Do you remember my teachings?"

"Put down your weapons! If you voluntarily put down your weapons, I, Kelar, will forgive you!"

The Angusans looked up at the merciful 'saint'. Behind him were their compatriots whose weapons had been cut off and who had completely lost their ability to fight. However, his edgeless sword was as bright and clean as new, and his breath was steady. He didn't even look like someone who had knocked down more than 50,000 people in a short period of time and completely subdued more than 10,000 people.

Kelar still looked like a beautiful young man, elegant and handsome. He didn't look like he was fighting, but rather attending a noble dinner.

The expression on his face was calm, but the fire of desire reflected in his eyes was even hotter than the burning territory.

That is, love for humanity.

He would not allow anyone to die in front of him because he loved everyone equally.
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"Kelar, my son, nothing can happen to you!"

Hector, with more than 10,000 knights, is rushing towards Maple Ridge with all his might. This is already the majority of the troops guarding the royal capital.

As King Uther's court steward, Hector had this authority.

After he received the news that the Ansa were invading Maple Ridge in full force, he was unwilling to wait even a moment longer, and even without King Uther's authorization, Sir Ector subconsciously used his identity to mobilize half of the knights to return for support.

This action has violated the taboo between the monarch and his subjects. If King Uther was not dying and had not been unwilling to start a war, Hector would have to pay the price for this action.

However, Hector did not care about those things at all. When he heard the news, his mind went blank and he immediately threw his loyalty to King Uther out of his mind. His first reaction was to take all the people he could with him and return to his home to protect his son.

In fact, even if King Uther knew it, it would not be a big deal. King Uther would definitely order Sir Ector to return for help. After all, the next king, Arthur Pendragon, was also there, and King Uther could not give up his last hope.

Even if the end result will lead to a full-scale war with the humble king Vortigern.

Hector urged his horse as hard as he could. His last bit of rationality prevented him from leaving the main force. Merlin's calm voice came from behind him: "Sir Hector, the steward of King Uther's court, please do not let anger and anxiety fill your heart and destroy your rationality."

I have never heard Merlin's voice so calm, it actually seemed a bit cold, but Hector said very angrily: "Master, I respect you, but I sincerely hope you are not here to stop me now!"

Before he could finish his words, Hector showed signs of attacking.

"Hector!" Merlin shouted, "Keep calm!"

"Arthur is Camelot's last hope. How could the king give up?"

Merlin calmed Hector down and continued, "If you don't keep your horse's power and go at full speed, by the time you get to Maple Ridge, your horse's speed will have been lost. Plus, you're eager for quick success. Do you want to destroy Camelot's elite troops?"

"..."

Hector calmed down for a moment after hearing Merlin's analysis. Then he suddenly looked at Merlin and said, "Master, you don't have to march with the main force. If possible, can you go to Maple Ridge first?"

"If you can bring back my son Kelar, who is as stupid as a wild boar, I, Hector, swear by the blood of my ancestors and the god of light, Luger, that I will repay your kindness with my life in the future."

"I'm really destined to be a hard worker (sigh)..."

Merlin's playful personality returned, and he glanced at Hector with a half-smile: "One by one, you are so humble for your own children. As expected, having children will make you weak!"

Hector, who usually calls himself a great wizard but has never bowed his head to anyone, begged her so earnestly today. This was really a strange sight.

(End of this chapter)