Type-Moon, a human love simulator

Chapter 28: Killing is unlucky

Hengist stopped laughing. He tried to pull the corners of his mouth, but found that he couldn't laugh.

It may sound strange, but Hengist's clairvoyance should be very high.

Because Hengist was very sensitive to danger, when he was serving the humble king, whenever Vortigern raised his eyebrows, Hengist would know whether the old man was happy or wanted to kill someone.

Without such means, it would be impossible to work under Fu Tigeng.

Now, Hengist's vision saved him again, because he was feeling very, very strange...

Danger?

There was indeed danger, but not fatal. If you could say it was not fatal, the sense of urgency of facing the sacredness even surpassed the furious king, and made him feel only awe and fear all over his body.

"What's going on?"

For some reason, Hengist felt that it was incongruous and against common sense, as if he had seen a rabbit swallow a dragon alive. Kelar was clearly a 'non-killer', so why was he so frightened?

At this moment, Hengist even hated his extraordinary spiritual perception. No one else sensed anything abnormal about Kelar. They could only see a handsome young man standing in front of them, holding a decorative sword without a blade.

"Brother, why waste time talking to him?" Holsa on the side waved his hand lazily and said, "Kill him!"

As soon as Horsa finished speaking, Kelar's aura changed more dramatically, and Hengist, like a frightened prey, suddenly burst out with powerful strength...

But he did not attack Kelar. Instead, he grabbed Horsa and used all his strength to rush out from the crowd of Ansa people. He violently knocked away all obstacles along the way. In just a few breaths, he escaped a thousand meters away.

From Hengist's perspective, Kelar, who was originally as heavy and majestic as a towering sacred mountain, turned into a natural disaster with a howling hurricane the moment Horsa opened his mouth. It was just like the wrath of the sea god that swallowed up countless large fleets with a single turn when he followed his father to sea when he was young.

Hengist's mind went blank. His actions were faster than his brain could react, and he instinctively pulled his brother and ran away.

But the others did not have this ability. At the order of the leader, most of the brave old pirates rushed towards Kelar with pirate scimitars in hand, howling.

Kelar glanced at the route the Hengist brothers had taken with a hint of regret, and said to himself, "What a pity they had such a keen sense."

What's a pity?
Most of the pirates were not very smart and they failed to understand what Kelar meant.

But soon, they understood.

"I've said before, 'Killing is unlucky'!" Kelar's voice was calm but majestic, making people intimidated: "How dare you violate the law I set?"

From what Kelar saw, this was once the largest territory in Kent County, with a population of 30,000. It was one of King Uther's staunch supporters, and he also learned that the next king would be in Maple Ridge. The two sides shared what they had, and the Duke of Kent even humbly sought to learn from Kelar, and the relationship between the two sides was pretty good.

Although the people here don't live as well as those in Maple Ridge, they can still live and work in peace and contentment. At least there is no danger. As long as they pay enough taxes to the lord, they can live a stable life.

But now, this peaceful territory has become a ruin. The bodies of the lords and knights are scattered on the ground, and no one is collecting them. The peasants have been killed and chopped, and everything has been taken away. At this moment, they are looking at the invading Ansa with fear and hatred...

Kelar watched all this calmly. As he observed the territory, weapons were coming from all directions: poison arrows, scimitars, long swords, spikes, flying hammers...

The disturbed Kelar finally stopped looking and said seriously: "This sword will definitely cut off all weapons."

He swung the bladeless decorative sword and cut off all the weapons with just one strike, even the hidden weapons flying in the air. The sound of several weapons being cut off merged into one...

The human ear cannot capture so many and such dense sounds, and most people can only hear a "ding" sound. All the Ansa people have lost their weapons.

The next moment, the Ansa people whose weapons were cut off were knocked unconscious by an irresistible force. This force was just right. It could have killed them directly, but it only made them lose their fighting power. "The so-called kindness and power, my kindness has been bestowed, and now it is my majesty!" Kailar said with a cold face: "My Kai family has its own system, which is driven by the kingly way!"

"Kill him quickly, or he will kill us!"

Fear made them unable to control themselves. A pirate captain who had killed many people said angrily: "Hengist has promised that as long as you kill Kelar, you will be allowed to take all the 'harvest'. If you can injure Kelar, I will give him a female slave!"

The farmer's harvest is food, and the pirate's harvest is naturally the robbed property. The pirates' harvest is generally distributed by the pirate captain, who has great power. The captain of the Ansa is equivalent to the lord of the Celts.

Taking all the spoils does not mean that all the spoils of the ship are given to one person, but that the pirate can keep all the robbed things and does not have to hand them over to the captain.

Give you something that originally belongs to you and make you grateful.

But this trick was surprisingly effective. The Ansa people, who were filled with fear, were surprisingly boosted in morale by the stimulation of treasures and female slaves.

Looking at the Onsa people who were inspired by this sentence, Kelar was not angry, but said with pity: "You pathetic and ignorant people, you really need to be educated."

"Captain..." An Ansa pirate looked at Kelar in horror and said, "My sword can't hurt him... No, my sword can't be aimed at Kelar, he is really a righteous man!"

Soon, the surrounding Ansas discovered this fact and their weapons could not cause any harm to Kelar.

People with strong murderous intent cannot aim their weapons at Kelar, and their weapons always inexplicably deviate from the direction, as if their swords have become conscious.

Those with weaker murderous intent but equally malicious intent, their weapons could not even penetrate that thin layer of armor. No matter how hard they tried, they could not even pierce Kelar's skin.

"I will never be harmed by weapons with malicious intent."

Anyone who wields a weapon and points it at another person knowing it will kill him or her cannot do so without malicious intent.

Kelar made the most terrible "no killing" oath in the Celtic world, and gained the ability to protect himself from being hurt by malicious intent, thus making him invincible.

The Ansa people were thrown into disarray by this fact. Some did not believe it, some were afraid, some wanted to escape, and some wanted to rush up...

The 70,000 people were in chaos, more chaotic than 70,000 pigs. When a large-scale mutiny was about to happen, Kelar moved.

His body was as fast as a meteor, and his sword shone as brightly as the moon. In the darkness, only the sword lights could be seen. Kelar was completely defenseless against all attacks, because even if he was really hit, no one could hurt Kelar who had the protection of being immune to killing.

Once Kelar started attacking with all his strength, these people would no longer have the possibility of even hitting him.

Although Kelar was extremely angry, he still did not kill anyone. Whenever his sword touched a person, he could feel the person's physical condition and limits as if he could sense it clearly.

The force of the blow to the weak is light, and the force of the blow to the strong is heavy. No matter whether it is an old man or a young man, a perfect blow will make them completely lose their fighting ability.

Some of them had broken bones and tendons, some suffocated and fainted. Kelar, with his will to punish, left no room for mercy. Apart from not killing anyone, he could not be called merciful at all.

"I will never allow anyone to die in front of me."

Kelar's eyes reflected a stubborn persistence...

And the possessiveness of life.

(End of this chapter)