Tower of Karma

"Horse-riding assaults from the West! Probably..."

"It would be Strakless"

sleigh and heavy hip-lifting big man. Dressed in white armor, the figure is a warring warrior. A photograph of the military god rather than in the painting. That's this guy,

"Lord Admiral Baldias, get out of line!

Immovable Baldias.

A man with a strong impression of being around the back, but more importantly, this man's battle is a backhand must-win. "Heavy battle" flavors the steep spot of the opponent floating ahead of him, adding a heavy blow and knocking it down. With this method, Bardias wanted the name of the lead general in Arcadia.

"Of black gold. You're still a light man."

"But you're not the only one who's in pain."

In the midst of a siege battle, an improbable structure had been created in which the first generals said they would stare at each other on horseback. It was probably only the generals on both sides, their sides, who were the general generals, who expected this.

"The deputy general doesn't have that man. Probably the one directing Laconia."

"Uhm."

Baldias responding to few words. I can see the weight there, too.

"... will Ostberg abandon Laconia"

"Come on. I'm a soldier. You don't stick your neck in politics."

Each other's general unloads the facade of the helmet. We lose sight of each other's faces, but the pressure increases on each other.

"Hey. Kimon's not a good soldier, is he? It wasn't decided that Laconia would fall, Gahaha."

"Competence makes our unwillingness to win seem clear. Strakless!"

Each other's armies scatter sparks. Less than a hundred horsemen combined. But the heat is equal to the attack before the fort, no, it carries more heat than that. Severe bitterness is not even comparable.

"I wish I could snap your neck, Baldias!

Penetrate both at the same time. Horseback riding with a big man on it. Baldias is a great spear, Strakles is a great sword. We wave so big that the normal people can't hold each other.

A flash of perfection.

"Ku, whoa!?

The two armies' subordinates barely made a sound.

"Guha."

"Nun!"

Cross the two male blades continuously. Terrible speed and weight. There is a difference in basic specs from a miscellaneous soldier as the more skilled he is, etc.

White and black dance. The shape of a one-horse race without a time limit. This is the same again as always. Baldias and Strakles are confronting each other. It's too naive to crack and go in. No such outlaw is here. If I had, it would have turned into a mixed death battle between the two armies. Of course the rogue gets truncated first.

A single hit because the rest of us don't get in between.

"Then why did you move?"

"No, I'm sorry about that. There was a lot going on."

Tough. Jun Min (ha) ku. Overweight (too) Yes.

"Well, it's over. Enjoy the present, immovable!

"You who fouled the battlefield in farce are not passing away!

stronger and each other's strength bumped into each other.

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Above the outer wall. Blood accumulated at the end of the ladder. Arcadia, the blood of both Ostberg armies, their build-up. Only the number of lives lost increases the depth of this spring. A battlefield is a place where lives are consumed, no matter how romantic they may be, that fact is unshakeable. Various reasons intersect justice. Complex and battlefield. And the fruit...

"Fujiru uuuuuuuuuuuu"

Simpler than anything. Whatever thoughts you have, there's only one thing that rules this place.

"Ha, ha, baaaa?

power only. One beast, as if to embody it, was straying into a man's battlefield.

The crimson jewel, which has fallen zero from the chest, shines as if it represented the bloody fate of the beast.

Its body is thin and supple. Covered in bouncing muscles, he hides sharp fangs in light motion.

"You're distorted. And -"

In the eyes of the man who sees the beast, he saw a horde of dead spirits clutching to it. It's only an image, but it represents the essence of a person. It could also be called an aura. It was a tremendous projection of a distorted spirit. It's a crazy world to see.

The spirit is above the flesh. Hence the spec up.

"- Strong!

"Bye. Ahhhhh!

A white beast jumped in front of the man. Hands on the ground, four-legged beast moving every now and then. There's no point in it. I just do that because I did. That's trouble again.

"Enclosure"

In one word of a man, the beast is pulled away from a flock that runs wild as well. I don't give a damn about beasts.

Surround the man and the beast in a circle and stand like walls with a long shield inside. Outside, a man's men were moving to exterminate the frenzied. This is perfect.

"Now you can fully try it,"

A man who takes the fangs of a beast. It's not strange if you're already dead if you're about a hundred captains. The only thing that makes a beast attack stop is that that's all men have power.

"Guru"

Seeing as you can't win in a straight line. No, the beast kicks up the shield and takes the 'top position'.

"No, do you want to take heaven!?

People are vulnerable to attacks from above. The more you fight, the more unexpected it will be for those who specialize in fighting in the plane. Hence the steep point. Heaven is the steep point of the warrior.

"Hand Wet"

The man whispered it lightly. This is the only way to find out that a man's history of war is not complete. I knew it was a steeple, and I was counteracting it. I can handle rare movements. Therefore, there is no gap.

"Phew, ha, ha"

But not sweet with the beast. No, it's a beast because you're throwing away sweetness. Beasts because they can abandon people, because they can follow their instincts. Knowing people is people. People's steeples, instincts know.

The late foot aim. The attack of shooting at the ankle, from an unlikely low position on bipedal foot. Of course for someone who stands on two legs, that's only possible in a steep spot.

"Still Hand Wet"

A man who once put his own sword on the ground and takes that sword. The beast, who was prevented from the two swords, did not hesitate to let go of the sword. The beast still has claws that tear the flesh and fangs that crush the bones. With flesh on his neck, the beast jumps.

"They say it's lukewarm!

The man grabbed the beast's neck and punched the beast in the belly with his empty hand.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

The beast dances as he sprinkles his puke. A white beast falling down on the ground and beating around in pain.

"What do you do when a man falls into a beast? You big bastard."

The colour of interest was fading from the man's eyes. I'm almost done discerning already.

"If you have fallen into the beast, you can see as much as you want in a spectacle hut or in the arena. They're all pretty strong in unison, but the beast stops. It never reaches a true warrior."

The man sighed when he saw the beast repeating, "I want to, I want to," without looking to lend his ear to the man's words. Not in front of you is a warrior's egg. He said he was just inhuman.

"Your Excellency will be disappointed. I was hoping I could find some meaning in this farce."

Already lost interest. When I looked back at everyone to clean up the rest of my chores...

"It's okay, Al. What the lady has on it. Keep what you want. You know, it doesn't hurt, does it?

The creepy voice made the man look back at the beast.

"Ugh, I want to. It's frightening."

"Right, big and strong and 'black'... that sheep scares me"

The man's eyebrows are whispered.

"Ugh, that's frightening."

A grey-haired man stood up. It changed from the atmosphere earlier, it was not different from what it looked like but it was completely regressing. And at the same time, there was something incredible in a man's eyes. The atmosphere of those who pile it up, it's like an aura.

(What is that? I've never seen anything like it)

A view in a man's eyes. Aura, which is supposed to represent a grey-haired youth. Part of it, a raging multitude of bodies twist, forming one skeleton. It's a common image of death, but only one of them sees a dark-haired maiden holding her gently, lovingly, as if to protect a youth.

An independent thing that does not intervene in the will. The man has never felt anything like this from anyone else. The man's long history of war, the sight of his life so incomprehensible, never existed.

"It's okay, what you possess. I'll protect you."

"Oh, thank you, Alrett."

And the young man who speaks to himself is another chunk of creepy. He uses two voice colors separately by himself and plays them like we're discussing them. No, he's probably going to be talking.

…………

At the end of the man's gaze, it looked like the wind the bodies of the youth had swallowed. 'Normal' then when you're taken in by it, you get rid of yourself and you go crazy. The men have seen many of those who have become so. On the battlefield, in the arena, in the spectacle hut, in the dead.

"Hehe, isn't she cute? She's not strong yet. Cowardly, crying, delicate, you can't sleep unless you sing him a lullaby when you sleep at night. Lovely My Treasure"

A swollen body. It is the brunette maiden who leads it. He embraced, protected, and protected the youth at his place. The maiden opens her mouth gently.

"If they take it, let's take it. If it's stolen, let's steal it. If they kill you, let's kill them. Forgiveness gives nothing, begging and looking up to heaven, God gives nothing. So let's take it. Let's steal it. Let's kill him. My little treasure. Kill the crazy world that took me."

More than I can imagine from a gentle tone like a lullaby, the content of the lyrics is filled with despair, hatred and darkness, as well as the atmosphere.

Instead the body bleeds. Maidens also shed tears of blood. The young man was also in tears.

Swinging rubies glow beautifully with grief, despair, hate, anger. Crimson, such as that which represents the youth itself, continues to show an unchanging glow, even in this incredible situation now.

"Ugh, beautiful blush. Perfect for this girl... I'm gonna be jealous."

The atmosphere of the black maiden changes. While the man realized it, he couldn't predict the next course of action.

Fly all the way to the side of a shield that builds the surrounding walls, distracted and alarmed. Soon after no one stopped, he inserted his hand between his shields and took his sword away. I can't hide the surprise from you.

"I am an amateur… please help me"

And I snapped my two neighbors' necks like dancing. At that moment, the bodies raise their joyful voices simultaneously. A dark heart that rejoices in unhappiness, like welcoming a companion, the death of another. The manifestation.

"It's two bottles, so it's twice as strong, isn't it?

The man narrows his eyes uncomfortably. Aura overflowing from the man's body.

The white young man, manipulated by the black maiden when he saw it, also narrowed his eyes.

"... um, big sheep. Are you strong?

Around the man, there's something else overflowing like a cunt. It's black, sheep with two horns. When an experienced warrior confronts him, he sees such things.

"Black sheep kimon. It's Kimon von Gunter. Name it, monster!

Hence the two names attached, "Black Sheep".

"William Lewius...... this is the name of 'We'. Swallow all the worlds, screw them down, get the world! I'm thirsty, I'm hungry, I'm not hungry!

"William" moves out. He shook up the sword he had taken and killed it under a man named Kimon. In his body, a red-haired young man raises a grudge. Big chorus of the bodies.

On Kimon's throat, a flash...

"Did you think it would arrive, woman? My name is Kimon. It is the right arm that supports Strakles, the most powerful man in the Kingdom of Ostberg. Your thoughts are too light to be a joke!

The sword of a man, the blow of Kimon, slammed down 'William' 's whole body and spirit, all together. Both swords are smashed together, and the torso is sprayed with mist. All that's left is...

"Oh, I knew I couldn't win"

The image of the brunette maiden and the young man manipulated by it, 'William' had let go of the shattered sword lightly and had sent the sword of Kimon. But the momentum that has been cut off cannot be killed and falls to the ground.

"Operation number two, then"

At the point of the fall was William's sword, which had been dropped beforehand.

"So you're going to turn to me?

At a glance at it, Kimon turns his sword. William was...

"You can't fight if you can't win, right? Run away."

Bounced back. He rotates gently and cleaves the head of the soldier as he moves. A move no one expected on this occasion. I didn't even anticipate Kimon.

"It tastes thin. I can't help but eat... I'll have it"

William snaps his neck to dance as he twirls. Cut off your life as if it were a flower. A tragedy in contrast to a gentle smile and a annoying ruby.

"Ku, spread out! Make way!

Nor does Kimon's order make sense of this anomaly.

"Hehe, over here, over here"

This place where humans are stuffed. Impossible for a regular person to move around etc. But William moves as he pleases. The trajectory overlaps with a life-taking loose shell.

"You are stronger, but your 'we' are bound, so we can overtake you. If I overtake you, I'll never catch up with you again. You know, rules, laws, ethics... really crap"

William stood on the edge of the outer wall. Blood and ruby red glow a gentle smile.

"It's a dead end there. I'll cut you off now!

Pushing his men away, Kimon comes closer to William with an angry look on his face.

"That kind of common sense doesn't work either. Then this girl will catch up to you soon. Although this child is timid and delicate... because he is diligent, hard-working and, above all, hungry. To love."

The moment he said that, William tilted his back to the opposite side of Kimon.

"Become!?

That's the air. Beneath the outer walls is the ground, and if you can beat it, death awaits.

"I'll see you around. Then I'm sure this child will eat you and you will be a part of us."

The phantoms of the body boil in unison. In that corner you can also see the body of Kimon's men.

"Holy shit!

Kimon's stillness was also vain, and William was drawn to gravity and fell off the outer wall.

"Knock."

Kimon rides out to the edge of the outer wall and looks at the ground. Arcadia troops swoop underneath, and you can't see the solid ground. Life and death are unknown.

Desperate if you're confronted with Kimon. If you fall from here, you may not die.

"... I don't know what happened"

Gambling risked my life. Not a good bet for a minute. But still, that's the most viable option in the current situation. Reasonable extremes. If you destroy all emotions, you can't bet your life on it.

"Notify the whole army. This battle is our loss."

Orders as if you squeezed them out. Kimon's original job is to successfully pull this losing battle out. Hence the farce. As Baldias had guessed, this Laconian offensive was nothing but a farce.

A subordinate ordered to withdraw immediately begins to move in order to transfer his life to execution.

…………

Kimon looks at the ground alone and thinks of the person he was confronting until earlier. It's very different from anything I've ever dealt with. It was someone I couldn't even measure with a kimon. I couldn't imagine how it would grow.

"Sir Kimon. It's time."

My men spoke to Kimon. Kimon assented silently and took his eyes off the wall.

…………

Return your heels to retreat. One, two,

I'll see you around.

Kimon was struck by the cold. A voice blowing in my ear was felt from the 'direction of my back'. When Kimon looks back, there's nothing there.

"... here we go. I may have missed something terrible."

Kimon was convinced that 'William' was alive. And such anxiety struck me later, whether it would affect my, Strakless's, Ostberg in any way.

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"You seem to be pulling him back well."

"Well, Kimon isn't good, Gah."

Shooting at each other how many matches, as each other's scores began to fall short, the two took their distance, as shown. Baldias and Strakles, we both felt the end of the war.

"Do you want to chase?

"I can't. Anyway, the speed of horseback riding makes it fall."

"Gah! Thanks to you, I enjoyed this fight!

"Hmm, it's a farce"

"I'm not being honest. Well that... I don't know yet, but let's just say one thing for sure"

……

To Strakless's meaningful grin, Baldias floats a question mark.

"Times will change! Our times of ignorance are coming!

Strakless with open arms and screaming with delight. Even over the armor, so much so that its delightful colour was conveyed. Baldias raises his mask.

"What did you find in this farce?

"Bye. It's not just this fight. I'll tell you what happened to us."

That being said, Strakles masterfully manipulates the reins and inverts the horse.

"We don't want to miss each other, Guha."

"I'm not willing to ride the crap stream. If you want to leave, just leave. No."

"Gahahahahaha. Goodbye!

Its back, which leaves refreshed, was so full of hegemony that it did not seem to be the general of the defeated.

"A new era, huh? Bullshit."

But Baldias also had a hunch. I have a feeling something will change. What Laconia was able to seize this time was a sign of that change.

Until now, Laconia had carved its name on the map as Arcadian territory for less than a decade. This is a long-standing domination that is not so in Laconian history. And this time Arcadia decided to rule the land even longer. This is the first time in both Arcadia and Ostberg.

The balance leaned toward Arcadia, Ostberg, which? No one knows yet.