Tower of Karma

The Gilbertos, who dropped the enemy formation, were aiming for Franderen with their feet. Technically, before Frandelen, a flatline group that had it moved in conjunction with the mountains should be pushing it this far. Even if not, it makes it easier for the main unit to move if you poke behind enemy forces.

"No, brilliant! The boulder is Dear Gilberto. Kensei's blood is not Dada."

Your father will be delighted.

But it was a matter of concern. The Nederks, who suddenly did not expect the entire army to move, were surprised by the Arcadia army's total attack and won by more than a difference in power. And it was these two who made it possible, also Gilberto's master.

"Thank you for your help to both Villibrand and Christoph Legion Leaders. Thank you."

When they saw Gilberto vomiting polite words, they laughed a lot.

"A battlefield is a good thing, Christoph. That boy's using his salutation on us."

"I got goosebumps because I'm not used to it. Soon you will be in line with us. Until then, please be patient. Senior Captain Osvalt, which"

"I know..."

"" Buhahahahahahaha ""

The two of them who taught Gilberto what the war was about. It is no exaggeration to speak of a master who taught me everything but the sword. Gilberto, who has yet to beat them both on the desk. So much the two of them knew all about the battle. knowledge and experience, power, and youth. Two people that combine everything. All of them are on the stalks that support Gilberto.

"But the Nederks are toothless, too. I saw a firehand go up there. It blew up all at once."

"I don't know how it feels, but adding that there's a frandelen right behind you, don't look so dumb. The Seven Kingdoms are broken."

"I see. So you're going to attack all the way up to Frandelen at once, are you?

"Whatever. It's a disgrace to a knight to come here and miss a meal. Let's get it. Give me that Frandelen."

It is a feat that makes a name for itself in history. A tremendous opportunity to accomplish that. I don't want to miss it.

"Master Gilberto will be tired. Stay back here."

Gilberto with an uncomfortable face. They laugh bitterly when they see it.

"I would have raised enough martial arts already. Give us this place."

He raised the head of the enemy regiment at the top of the line. It is almost certain that Gilberto is the first feat this time. It is also almost certain to be promoted. If I become any more greedy, I won't go complaining from anywhere else. All the more so if this is all about winning.

"Okay. I'll leave the rest to you two."

With a blurry face, Gilberto returns to his unit. to inform them that they will wait in the rear.

The look on the faces of the two watching their backs is bright.

"The Osvalts are cheap too."

"That one understands that he is a sword, and he can speak. Brother, I'm afraid of your jealousy, but even that other one will be able to jump. That's all I've got."

"But if we are, we have to show you the power of our right arm."

At the end of their gaze was Frandelen. Never in Arcadia's history have we crossed the Roulya River before, and we have never defeated Frandelen. But now that the defenses are thin, the two see that if you take a quick offense, you're likely to be able to drop it.

"Come on, Christoph."

"Oh, Villibrand."

Today the two make their names known in history. And sooner or later, Gilberto stands with Arcadia on his back over it. That kind of future was before them.

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In Frandelen there was a figure of Rudolph who was shitty and on his way home. Of course it's the Rudolph's maids (boobs) who are actually packing their bags.

Rudolph was crushing his spare time with his occasionally stretched tits as he rolled in bed.

"Arcadia troops are approaching that point right now. Stand back, boy."

As Rheinberga enters the room without reading the air, Rudolph openly looks disgusted.

"Er. So you mean lose? No, no, no, no."

Rudolph to waste. Tits grabbed in both hands rock at high speed. Rheinberga held his head.

"Of course we're in formation to defend Franderen to the end, but it's only a matter of time before he falls. No need to stay long."

"Bu bu. Hey, Wolfe. If you don't win, you're in trouble."

The shape the Nederks side took off the victory ladder, but for Rudolph, the result is everything. Besides, I was giving him time to build a good relationship with the Nederks army. That's all if they take command with it. It is the strength of the general, including that.

"Oh, and. I don't need Frandelen anymore. And I hate losing. [M] Okay?"

What did you guess, Rheinberga's face turns bright blue.

Rudolph was grabbing her tits with a cheeky face without worrying. It is the breasts that I never tire of rubbing however much.

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Rheinberga walked out with her face down.

"Okay, let's just pack up and go home! I can't believe the end of this east anymore. Good luck with the old bubble bath at the Royal Palace!

Rudolph holds his tits without worrying about Rheinberga or anything. It was not until quite some time after this that the samurai had finished packing.

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Carl said "hehe" and lowered his back. His face as the general he had shown earlier disappeared, and Carl von Taylor, more than usual, was there.

"No, I didn't think you could really repel me."

"Good day, Master Carl."

Ignaerts and Frank were surprised by this situation. That Carl drove back the Lion Sign. Carl, who was also seen by other merchants as the luggage of the Taylor family, played a major role as captain of the Hundred. What is not the house of the martial arts did more than the martial arts.

"I wonder how much this has cost? Father's gonna piss me off."

When he saw the earth laid with arrows on one side around him, Carl looked like he was in trouble.

"But Lady Laurent was offered twice as much as Carl, right?

"Before that, Carl cut William ten times his offer."

As this parent, I have this child. The way money is spent, when it is spent, the amount spent, none of it is that of an ordinary person. Carl also inherited Taylor's blood, I suppose.

"As a result, we still have plenty of arrow stock. I'll stock it all up."

"... you see, William said he wanted to deal with weapons at his chamber of commerce"

"Your voice is shaking, Master Carl."

There are still unreliable sides, but Carl is growing steadily. I know it because I'm a subordinate, because I know it better than I did at a young age. Carl von Taylor took a leap.

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Villibrand and Christoph attacked the walls of Frandelen lightly. The young people can only be surprised to see at a distance how handy they are. We still lack our own strength. You have to cross these two to get up there.

"Let's just say we're going to hit the right spot."

"Agreed. Nevertheless, don't flatter yourself if you don't respond so far."

"Sure. Well, there's no such thing as winning."

Villibrands who invite their own legions into Frandelen and take a wide walk through the city of Frandelen, which remains inhabited.

Taking a bridgehead against the Seven Kingdoms Nedeluxe, Frandelen, is of great significance. From here the battle between Arcadia and Nederks will increase. Attacked or attacked, the time for battle comes.

Show me the glow there is the hero. A masterpiece that makes a name for itself in the history of the world.

"Times are moving. And there's us and Gilberto in the center of it."

"Looking forward to it. Those are the times..."

Christoph stops the words. A black group blocking the path that would be the city's main street. Its disastrous and out of place unusual, the two frown.

…………

At its center stands the monster who holds a pitch-black armor together. Stingy and disastrous, evil and creepy. Armored like condensed malice in the world. I can't see one expression because it's full face.

And I held it in my hand.

"What a big sickle. If you mow the grass with that, you'll mow a lot."

A large sickle as tall as it is. This is also a black blade, black pattern.

The whole body is far from practical, useful and unreasonable. Regardless of rituals and festivals, this is a battlefield. Standing inside like that is tantamount to committing suicide.

"But this place is a battlefield. Not a lawn mower."

Christoph pulls out the sword, and in response, Villibrand also pulls out the sword. At that moment, the atmosphere on this occasion changed. Full of it is war. Bloating is fighting spirit. As a general, the two perfectly combine what is needed as a swordsman.

".................. Let it go"

You don't lose on the battlefield.

"Hmm? Did I say something?

Many times a single hit has come. Each time I have won. If it's a mass battle, I've never even had a struggle. The path you've taken is exactly the hero of the battlefield.

But...

"... kill it"

This is not a battlefield.

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"Hey, you're awake, old man."

Anatole was surprised to find herself alive. And recognize the situation and get a complex look.

"Did you lose? We are."

Destroyed HQ. The flag is pure white Arcadia flag. Burning scatters are pale Nedeluxe flags. There were never female males in mountain warfare.

Anatol meditates his eyes quietly.

"Whoa. You lost. I saw a loss when the old man was slashed, so I ran away with all my might. I saved you in return because you helped me last time. So no loan. That's all."

In the end Nika runs out and kicks the stone off with her lips pointy.

"I'm sorry about that. It was a battle I could win. It's all our fault. You have nothing to do with it."

"Nothing. I don't care. I don't really know. Besides, Wolfe can't believe he lost because of someone else. It's not even a fine dust toy. If we lose, Wolff, the head, just loses. So don't worry about it, old man."

"... right"

Frequent silence. A pleasant breeze blows.

As we did so, successive groups of black mercenaries came together.

"Oh war criminal. Welcome home."

"... I regret not being able to say it back"

Return of Euwayne. In the end, Euwayne was completely sealed by his Carl opponent. He defeated before the rain of an arrow that poured without interruption without attacking his opponent's formation as one time. But there's nothing I can do about it, whether it's Ewayne or whoever it is. That's all they were prepared for. There's a way to kill a hero.

"Stick with me. Something's wrong with this one."

Nika looks at Frandelen. The discomfort that hangs around from earlier. The great yuan is over there. I frown whether Euwayne was feeling it too.

"I'm not a warrior. It's more heterogeneous, something. I just don't want to admit this existence."

There was disgust in Euwayne's look at you for feeling something.

"... has it moved? Then the war is over."

Anatol sees those with Frandelen far away.

A very swinging yang flame while being illuminated by a falling sunset. The number of smoke is increasing.

Frandelen was on fire.

"A clan in which Nedeluxe engraves its name in the history of darkness. That one of his descendants... dwells the Reaper. You shouldn't fight. It won't be a fight. To the pair of the Son of God, it makes no sense for a man to enemize."

Only Anatole understood what was going on there.

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Villibrand didn't realize she was urinating herself. What I remember is how my men are being felled like the grass that grows around them. And the view of Christophe torn unbroken vertically trying to resist. Villibrand that reminds me of that and is about to spit it out. When the horse I was riding was long dismantled?

Anyway, Villibrand was on the run. Throw away the shame and the outside world, with the salivation, tears and runny nose. Running in an incredible shape.

"Aya. Shiitagu no."

I'm afraid of death. Technically, I'm afraid that monster will kill me. I was ready to risk my life as a knight when I left for battle. I should have been prepared. But this place is not a battlefield. Whether they're knights or soldiers, they don't even know if they're people in the first place.

"... Let it be!

Villibrand. I can hear you. That voice.

"... let it be!

The voice of death. Ringing is the sound of broken bones and the sound of torn flesh.

It's still far away. My voice goes away.

When his voice disappeared, Villibrand gained reassurance.

"Bhuhu. Ah, ha, ha, ha."

A soothing relief. The remains of Christoph's torn vertically still glimpse into his eyes. It was a sight off the regular track. The two swords that were foreseen as the genealogy of Osvalt, a family of swords, did not stand any teeth. A blade that goes missing every time it meets with a one-in-one or two-in-one. It is a proclamation that leads to death.

Overwhelming force and speed, and most of all, horrible--

"Damn, you monster"

Villibrand finally regained his composure. What needs to be done is simple and clear. Taking Christophe's revenge. You can win if you use the military even if you can't win alone. I can kill that monster. Yes, Villibrand was thinking.

"I'll kill you before they kill you. Don't be silly."

Join the army. I took an unconsciousness earlier, because I was alarmed and had only taken a few. If you lay a light siege formation and shoot an arrow, you can kill as long as you're a person. That is the point.

"I'm the Legion Leader of this country, a knight, a nobleman!

Villibrand rushed out as he followed. Now that the purpose was clear, Villibrand remained calm by letting his mind and body rush toward it.

"If you fight, you can't lose. Don't you, Christoph?"

Take vengeance. I can't do it myself, but I can do it as a group.

Run. To the self-defense, to the direction of Arcadia. If you're marching, you should be able to rendezvous with the main unit in a little while. If you combine the distance you've escaped with the distance you've just moved...

"My vision is opening up. Should be a little more, a little more."

There are only a few places where we can deploy large troops. Villibrand was investigating Frandelen beforehand. Geography is in my head to some extent. Beyond here, there are separate teams or main units deployed. If we rendezvous, we can turn it into a counterattack.

"If you turn that corner... you win!

Villibrand turned the corner and...

I saw a square of dead bodies stained with red lotus.

Villibrand's knees crumble in despair. Villibrand's cheek. A strange odor rips my nose off. If you look at the source of the odor, you can tell. The body. The body is burning.

"Ah, ah."

Only one monster stands in the center of his body. At this time, Villibrand had everything but one thing gone out of her mind. Chivalry, which has been tapped in since childhood, swordsmanship, which has been engraved in the same way, experience which has been piled up, all of which turn into blank paper.

"... Rose"

Monster putting together black armor. From the sickle, the blood drips off, and it touches the ground where it can burn, and evaporates, and all sorts of flames rise.

Just 'death' was where it was.

"Ah, ah, let?

But ironically the despair brought a light to Villibrand's eyes.

"Ha ha, I don't have to know if it's just my troops... I'll even kill my own citizens"

I can no longer only laugh.

On a good note, the bodies were not only in military uniform, but also in a mixture of ordinary clothes. I can't think of anything like being a citizen of Arcadia. This is Franderen on Nederx territory. If there were just people who put their clothes together, it would be unthinkable except for the citizens of Frandelen.

"Colosseum"

It's annoying. The person in front of you. I'm not a soldier like this.

"Bullshit, don't do it"

I'm not a knight of this kind.

"Don't be ridiculous. Aaaaaaaa!

This is outrage. Chivalry, which was supposed to have been lost, and the claustrophobia, which was supposed to have ceased, rekindled in this despair. You can't allow this sight. There is no good in admitting such a killing. War is what a knight does by betting on their beliefs and warrior possessions. It's just a massacre.

"Fuck you, monster!

Knight's name breaks.

Villibrand walked over his body and thrust unrelentingly at his burning skin. Defeating is a monster of despair. Cutting it off is Arcadia's best sword that draws the sword saint's flow. The swollen and overwhelming atmosphere is not an earlier ratio. The very way the battle was stepped on, the desperate penetration that hung Villibrand's life.

"You're a warrior!

Justice is for me.

"Colosseum"

- Ri.

Being amputated is a knight who burned the warrior's flames. A warrior who ran many battlefields and put his life into battle.

For...

"Ba, Ke, Things"

"Reaper".

"Colosseum"

He threw down a large sickle wielded with one hand and stuck his left hand into the upper body of the horizontally felled Villibrand. Gu, gu, gu, gu, gu. Scratch that.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

The mouth of Reaper grins at the screams of Villibrand. Too miserable an extreme sight. Awesome, road to death that doesn't even give you peace of mind. Pull out the intestines, chop them up, punch them. Reapers laugh in hell where blood and manure intersect.

"Korosuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Reaper was playing with Villibrand. Squeeze your heart, listen to Villibrand's unconscious whispers, and fill your delights. Wear your eyeballs out and punch it back into Villibrand's orbit as much as you want again. His skull smashed from his orbit, and Reaper cracked his head from brain to brain. Reapers tremble in scattered brains.

"Aaaaaaaaaa!"

Reaper, who put the toy after play on fire and enjoyed its burning appearance, moves to kill more. I still won't kill him. We have to kill more. It's been a long time since I've opened up.

"Kill, kill, colos, colos, colos, colos, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill

God playing death. That's what this monster is. Things born, raised, and separated from everything else in the chain of death. One side of a purely polished person, its end. Condensed death draws strength beyond itself easily.

Black Reaper hosting the legend of Nederks. That is this monster.