Type-Moon, a human love simulator

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 bear the whole of humanity, whether it is love or hate, fear or admiration, no matter what emotion... he is willing to impart education 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)