Tower of Karma

"Wow, wow."

Arcadia troops gathered around Karl.

"They say it's 3000 infantry, 500 cavalry and 3500 total troops. The formation is now in columns, but when it comes to fighting it will switch to a horizontal formation"

Tell us what information William purchased from somewhere. Carl looked at William in an impressive breeze.

"We're light infantry. It's to fight in the front row. And -"

William sees behind their backs. At the end of his gaze...

"The battlefield flower shape, the sidekick until the heavily armed infantry comes out."

Heavy Infantry. Arcadia and Ostberg, for these two countries heavily armed infantry is just a floral shape. It was the main force in the main and was more important than the cavalry. Essentially, heavy-duty infantry is a regular soldier and a professional soldier. The equipment is therefore supplied with a high performance and unified, whose power is at a glance around the world.

"Arcadia is white based armor, Ostberg is black, right?"

"Right. Well, if you cross this hill, you won't like it, but you will."

The two were in a position called the middle of the front line. The team of ten, of which the two belonged, was a group that was gathered together for survival in Laconia and was placed in this position, adding to the experience of survival.

(Basically, the front line is the least experienced one. We survived, and many more experienced people than us are dead. Hence this position. Not bad)

The front row began to bother me. Probably got the enemy in sight. Leading cavalry and scouts travel back and forth beside Williams. I guess this rush is the battlefield. William floats in nature and exaltation.

(Calm down, me. If it gets hot, we lose. I have to keep my head cooler than anyone else and carry things calmly)

"Keep your amulet jewels hidden inside your clothes."

William also confirms what it means to calm himself down.

"Yeah, to prevent it from being plundered by the enemy, right?

Carl puts his hand in the middle of his chest. There was something important there entrusted to me by my family.

"That's right. If you want to add, even the allies want the gem. The enemy is not the only one in danger. In the meantime, it doesn't make sense for the miscellaneous to stand out."

(Well, you have to stand out on good occasions. It's not a story.)

While William was thinking,

"Ah!?

In front of them, a black mass appeared. Not far enough to receive an enemy, but not far enough to be at peace. The prestigious front row was pretty toned down at some point. My neighbor Carl is shaking, too. So much beauty. That's what the army is called.

(No. No, I can't.

But in it,

(No, you can't!)

There was the only man who was boosting the fever the other way around.

The person knows more about pain than anyone else on this occasion. I rinsed the muddy water and lived like a dove rat. He was crushed and persecuted just to be alive. When it is normal to serve that living is a sin, yes the youth has been defined.

"... William?

A life that keeps being taken away. Not long ago, I finally took a stand on the side of taking it away. But it's not enough. Not enough. Not enough. Too much. I was deprived of my love. They took everything from me in my life.

"Laugh... Ru?

Excellent himself. I took it away from myself, a good and strong man. We have to hit this world with that reward. If you don't take away your sister's worth and equivalence, it's not right for you.

"No, I'm not laughing, Carl. Calm down and stay away from me."

"Ugh, yeah!

Then let's take it. Everything in the world.

(Woohoo. There's an elephant in there. Foolish diagram Foolish diagram, a bunch of foolish diagrams. inferior species far inferior to me defined as slaves. Then that's not enough. That's not even enough. Compared to the happiness we've been deprived of, it doesn't add up to the life of garbage)

The craziest person on this scene is undoubtedly this man. The boy called Al died, as did the liberation slave called Al. I'm here right now.

(Come on, I'll eat them all!)

The dead white beast even took his name.

For William Lewis, it was a real first line.

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"Is this all right, William!?

"Oh, that's good"

It is a brawl. Frontal collision between lateral formations on the plains. A small-work bump. The first clash developed into restraint in cavalry, and a collision between light infantry. It is a situation in which light infantry is now intertwined in the centre of both armies.

In it, William and Carl were fighting perfectly in the middle. Occasionally, he engages the person he's been cutting into, but William gets mildly doubled before he reaches Carl. Clearly lukewarm compared to previous retreats.

"Even if we put our strength into the war, we'll just die. There is no such thing as a frontline, with bows and spears of allies pouring down from behind as well as the previous enemy. You just have to flush it properly now." to such an extent that they cannot be blamed. "

Confused Carl, but the risk of being on the front line is not commensurate with the outcome. Especially when fighting is only a small hand-check of each other. It is the light infantry that is depleted. There is no such thing as a worthy neck coming out of an engagement.

(Well, it will be time to end the engagement spear match. Which moves first?)

The reason William holds this position is that the entire battlefield can be seen to some extent. Of course, vision itself is not much, but there is plenty of room to feel crises and movements and perform optimal movements.

(We don't see any ideas like oblique formations. So you're a pussy at Theory Street Heavy Infantry, huh?)

Little by little, the number of enemy soldiers coming to this scene began to increase. The front lines are crossing, and the conflagration is beginning to spread. If you want to hit your hand, here it is. Even if you don't hit it, it's time to move the heavily armed infantry.

"William! Something behind you!?

Carl's voice that was behind him more than William's. Late William also notices an anomaly.

"Behind...... he said it was a cavalry!?

I didn't hear a horseshoe. But the arrows on my side are dull, and the anger has reached this far enough to reach the front line as well. The heavy-duty infantry is not moving. Light infantry is in the middle of a clash and lateral formation is in equilibrium. If the war situation behind you moves, ambush. And...

(There's no way the scouts haven't looked into a promising plain. There were no ambushes within sight of the hill. Farther than that if you were there. Forest over the hill. And move the soldiers waiting in the woods across the hill after the war, plus horseback riding speed is required to attack faster than this one)

Hence the cavalry. That's also considerable speed, and strength.

(The lead was Ostberg. That's probably decided. then...... my next hand is also Ostberg)

William glanced at the front line as it even turned backwards.

(Disrupted back. Then naturally next time.)

William saw the front line move. In fact, the opponent's front line recedes easily. But I'm not pushing. This has been replaced and replaced by...

"Ju, heavy infantry!?

Black Reaper. Ostberg is proud of his most powerful soldiers.

"Ugh, whoa!?

An allied light infantry throws a spear. It goes straight to black armor,

…………

He was swept away with a shield. Impact enough that the spear thrown, albeit wooden, is shattered.

Heavy-duty infantry that does not particularly intentionally return them, but gently knocks down light infantry. Slap, twist, slap, and crush a long, thick, blackening, big spear.

"Takeshi"

"Retreat."

A large spear like a thick trunk crushes the head of a light infantry in front of him. Head that can play like a pomegranate. In an instant the front line changed paint to a dead place. Blood and brains, black reapers producing dead meat. Ostberg heavy infantry.

"Do it."

William snapped in such a voice that it didn't sound like Carl.

"It's time to move"

Pull out the sword that William was delivering. The loose silver caught many of the eyes that were on the spot. It was both the beauty of the sword and the beauty of the young man with it.

The atmosphere changes.

"Stay back, Carl. Let's scatter some light, cluttered fish until we get a good neck."

Where did the impatience go earlier? Predator's eyes in front of prey. I look around at the colors and licking the black reapers of prey.

"Miscellaneous fish, huh? Don't slap your big mouth, kid!

But I'm not a frightened heavily armed infantry. A warring samurai and a brave warrior who has crossed numerous dead lines. Just one light infantry bullshit. Although the atmosphere is slightly different...

"Shut up and get mowed, mutton fish."

"No!?

Fast, broken, neck, dancing.

"Don't even eat it. Don't crush him."

Whisper with a voice that you can't hear behind you. A person whose armor joints were precisely severed and whose neck and torso were separated. I'm still alive, but I don't have the ability to live anymore. Though the 'function' of understanding the word is in the universe.

"Stupid!?

deliberate frontlines. Both allies and enemies, their surrounding gaze concentrated on William.

"My name is William Lewis! In the name of Carl von Taylor, sword! The glory of my Lord, if you are not afraid, call me!

There's nothing to know about Carl on this occasion. Even the Taylor family won't know. But that's good. This is where it starts. As the shadow of Carl von Taylor, as the sword, this is where it begins. The first step to eating heaven.

"We're stopping moving, aren't we? Heavy Infantry. Are you there?

"You haaaaaaaa!

The blackened Reapers arrive at the White Beast. William moves out, trying to eat it up, trying to crush it from the height and trample it without a trace.

The stage is set.

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"My lord, the front line is an advantage as per the operation. It's time to leave."

A black horse riding squad that sounds horseshoes and runs through the battlefield. In it a big man took off his helmet and pointed his gaze at the enemy formation.

"Guha. Still can't even move in Teco, Baldias"

After seeing the perfectly determined measures, he still didn't move at all, and the big man smiled at the person without any sign of moving.

"That's the immovable Baldias. I can't do anything strange, but I can't move. It's hard as this one goes."

Strange measures are only odd. If you move oddly and show a bad move, you can move, but if you don't, you end up with just a little advantage and just exposing your hands, this place is more equilibrium than it looks.

It's local and military power that really moves the battlefield. That is the battle of the great army.

"Hmm. It's the old way, but I don't like it. I can't do the little work."

Old-fashioned military law. That's easy to understand and enjoy for this big guy too.

"History is not the same as the ladybugs of Gallias. Gahaha."

As the Arcadia faction does not know, most recently Ostberg was at war with the super-Power Garias. It wasn't as big a battle as calling it a war, but a battle that happened after all sorts of reasons overlapped would eventually lead to this battle.

"Well, I found something interesting, so I guess I'll do it. For now."

A long history of warfare, a history that counts against each other as a hundred million robberies, creates a heavy battlefield. Not on the desk, the real thing is there.

"The main unit is on a hill, a solid structure. If I drop that one, it'll break my bones."

Words are delightful faces on the back.

"Sa, we're done fighting. Bye. We're leaving."

"Answer!

The big man leaves the turbulent battlefield with his own men. A departure play at the perfect time: whether it's time to rebuild. It is with this kind of deduction that the experience glows and the general's arms glimpse.

……

During his departure, the big man glanced at the front line where the two armies hits each other. Ostberg, his own army, dominates the battlefield where light and heavy infantry collide. But...

"Oh..."

Part, just part, part that I wouldn't even care about if I were normal in this big battlefield.

"Funny."

Something caught the big man's eye.

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"I don't know."

Collapsing black heavy-duty. It is a white beast.

"Yes, thank you"

William dances on the battlefield. Many of the black bodies lying alone are a group of bodies piled up by William. Neither enemies nor allies can move in a detour. Part, just a small part, but William ruled the battlefield.

"Grr! How dare you."

It was the ten captains of the Ostberg heavy infantry who were now defeated. A heavy-duty infantry with only regular soldiers. The captain is never low, not low, but...

Not enough.

William is taking exactly the risk right now. Fight on the front lines, the great risk of being single protruding. The fear of being surrounded and ravaged, as well as the misfiring of allies from behind, is abundant. It's a pretty risky situation.

(Avoid risk as much as possible. Works only where necessary. Now is the time. That's why I want another push. Keep it up. Then it's not right for you)

It will be time to leave. The entire front line is in a state of collapse, and above all, the appearance of a tiger child heavy infantry on the Arcadia side is imminent. William's turn is about to be the limit.

(Come, come, come)

William prays. Even with all this activity, all that remains is the assessment of the miscellaneous soldiers around here. Then I can't hear you up there. I can't reach it. I need it, definitely something that spreads its name. There's a solid thing you can't get no matter how much you kill the miscellaneous fish.

(Come on!)

I need to get fired.

"Come on, you've been hurting my men for a long time."

The air changed.

"William!"

Karl gives me a voice with care.

(I know. Finally, it's broiled. A hundred captains!)

Captain Hundred. If we were to find the same point in Arcadia, Ostberg and these two countries, it would be that heavy infantry is at the core. And it is the stables that support its core that are the hundred, and what sums it up is called the hundred captains. Flowers in flowers. If you take your neck, you'll be named once and for all.

"You have fancy hair, kid. Are you dyeing it?

A chunk of confidence. But never...

It's not a fox of authority.

It's not haphazard. Until now, the opponent has only been part of a group called Heavy Infantry. It was only a part of forming a strong group. But the man in front of me, only one man is different. One who leads a strong group, one who shapes a group with strength.

"Ostberg Heavy Infantry Regiment Hundred Captain Haian von Crockus"

"William Lewis, sword of Carl von Taylor, belonging to the Arcadia Light Infantry Regiment"

Both names. The lattice has an overwhelming opening. Hyan binds the black reaper. William, who is only one of the miscellaneous soldiers. might look like a funny sight when you look at it on the calf.

"Good temper. Come."

Slightly, the heavy air was clutching around Hyan.

(… also this)

Cold sensations strike William. What I felt when I confronted Kyle. And although the hairs were different, Road Taylor and that aristocratic neighborhood looked a whole lot like the air.

"... I don't understand."

William exhaled without sighing or breathing.

"You're not coming?

"… often"

Kyle's advice is engraved in his head. Don't fight this chilly opponent. However,

(If you take a risk... you won't be able to go up there!)

William can't stop. My heart screams as I move on. William's belly with enthusiasm. Eat, eat, eat. Nani things scream and go crazy.

"Hiccup!

(Plus, I don't feel as cold as Kyle! No physique, no technology, no elements to lose, you can win!)

William therefore moves forward. Penetration, armor joints as usual, aim to fire.

"It's light, white boy."

"Huh!?

Easily and too easily, Hyan accepts William's special. Rational, shortest, and therefore fastest. William's sword of much knowledge and training. That was prevented.

"Sora!

Hyan wields a large sword by forcing him out of the state he has received.

William opened his eyes. (11) We are on the verge of each other, but William has the advantage. William has a slightly smaller body, but not so much weight difference. And it's not like William, who's working out, is going to get behind.

"Told you?" Light. "

Yet William floated. Adverse posture, rationality, blew everything up, William lifted, and flew.

(Wait a minute... wait a minute?)

I can't keep up with William's understanding. That rug...

"I can't afford to be confused. Wow!

Generate disadvantages you don't normally give. Cut as per textbook. Even in a panicked situation, William firmly supports the sword with both arms and protects his neck. Take it, slash it back...

"Gah!?

I meant to. But the result is a piece of neck skin ripped open and the body blows up. A blow that should have been taken in full, albeit unfavourable position, is too heavy.

(Hmm, stupid!?)

I don't even think there's a difference with simple force. I don't even think there's a difference in muscle mass. Yet...

(Why do you feel so big!?)

On the other hand, William toothpicks. I didn't mean this. I was going to win and gain the certainty that I was good. I am strong. battle to be sure of it. It was supposed to be...

"Wouldn't that be nice? You know what I mean? Your sword is light. Your very existence is light. I don't have any piles."

Life is light.

"That's as far as I'm concerned. Sure, you're good. The sword is beautiful, and the movement is great. I'm not ill, either. But that's all. You're" strong "!

William laid his eyes on the ground as he received his sword.

Dokun, my heart explodes.

Can you forgive what the man in front of you wanted? I rinsed the water but I have lived. I've lost my sister and lived for revenge. I have accumulated knowledge in a madness of death, and I have also worked out my body behind it. I am confident that I have lived the best. I'm proud to have lived the shortest.

"It's thin, white kid!

Better than this man, 'I' must be good and superior. That is the point.

Take the sword that will be swung down. To the touch, Hyan felt an odd touch.

"... rarely"

Excellent. You don't have to be a genius. You don't even have to be brilliant. Just plain enough. A mere slave has piled up for heaven. Desperately, there is no waste of a second. Like crazy, I've spent it all to boost things. That "I"...

"Oh, rare."

There's no way you can be inferior to the man in front of you.

"Ko, when!? Did you hide that face?

Invisible expression on the side of the allies. Hyan doesn't know what's in front of him.

"I'm amazing, man! I'm better than anyone! So, look."

"Bullshit, don't do it! How can a guy like this be in a place like this!?

The sword is pushed. The opposite sight from earlier. I can't even get a voice about what's going on around me. I just understood what William was pushing. I understand, but who can't move alone?

Imminent, Hyan can't move without a sword attached to his neck.

Scare to cover the battlefield. Burning, thoughts. Hyan smears the pressure together.

"Yes, no, no, there he is. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

Despair dwelt on Hyan's face. Pressed, a blade eats into his neck, and the meat makes a noise and rips. Slowly, steadily, resistance is empty.

"Stop, help!?

Blood stains them both. Dye the white beast red. Red, red, beautiful beast.

"Look, I knew I was good"

An ally cannot ask for that look. But the enemies, the soldiers of Ostberg, saw the expression.

Beautiful and horrible stuff, so much so that you squeal your throat. They could not recognize 'it', which bathes in blood with a trance look, as being the same person. Crazily beautiful...

A white beast stands alone on the battlefield.

"Ugh, William?

Carl called out in horror. I could not understand what was going on, but I could somehow understand that it was an unusual situation. But...

"Hmm? What's up, Master Carl?

The look on William's face as he looked back is always the same. My hair and clothes were dyed red and black, but William was there the same as usual.

"Go ahead, have this"

William nicely severed Hyan's neck again and cleverly blew that neck to Carl's hand. Carl rushes to take it. Carl was nauseated when he died.

"What's going on?

Arcadia's heavy-duty infantry now on the front line. He looked surprised at the odd atmosphere that covered this place.

William grins.

"Carl von Taylor has taken over the 100 captain of the enemy army, Heian von Crockus!

A voice that passes well sounds on the battlefield. That's still only a small part from the whole battlefield. But everyone on the spot engraved Carl von Taylor's name. So much so that the voice was a fascinating one, combining irresistible magic.

"Hey, William!? Not me, but you."

Carl raised his voice to correct it, but it was already too late.

"Wow, wow, wow!"

My voice rose when I was big. William pulls out Carl's sword and stabs him in the neck of Hyan. When I made sure I stabbed him well, I made Carl hold it and put it up.

More essence is added to the bursting cheer.

"When you light infantry, are you captains of hundreds of heavily armed infantry?

White heavy-duty infantry floating question marks. William stood in front of Carl.

"This man is the son of a baron, and this William Lewis will not tolerate disrespect in identifying him with the light infantry there."

Baron's son. In other words, nobility. Many of the heavily armed infantry are regular soldiers and citizens. It is the rank that makes Carl low, but the hierarchy in the state is overwhelmingly higher.

"Well, why is the nobleman's brother a light infantry or something?

Suddenly William turns to his lower-back opponent with a softening eye.

"You don't need to know that. Let's get out of here, Karl."

William reaching out. Carl grates.

"Uh, no, it moves on its own."

"When heavy infantry hits, light infantry should fall back. Or will you still tell the light infantry to support the battlefield?

An honest argument that doesn't even make a grunt sound. It was the rear lapse that delayed the replacement in the first place. Still, it's not the person William could talk to if he was supposed to. But now, there are results (the neck of a hundred captains) and Carl (nobility). Hence the passage.

"Let's go then"

"Ugh, yeah."

William and Carl slowly back down. It was not only Ostberg, who was debated as commander, but also Arcadia and the others, who were allies. So vivid a ride. And victory. Voices continued when it was as if the battlefield itself had won.

The heavy-duty infantry, which had been temperate at an unscheduled time, hit and Ostberg, whose momentum was attenuating, was pushed. A heavy-duty infantry that excites to regain its war-torn demise. The White Army divides the Ostberg Army based on the 'centre', which had somehow not been pushed off. Successful central breakthrough.

At this point, there was never a trend in the field.

William and Carl, the first line for both of us ended in a victory by turning back the fighting disadvantage.