Tower of Karma

"Ha ha ha ha ha! It's burning. It's burning. Beautiful."

Rudolph was laughing when he saw the burning Frandelen. Mobile carriages even have rooftops. On top of that, Rudolph shrugged as if he were watching that hell in a comedy.

"It's a tremendous luxury to watch the sunset with your tits. Besides, I rarely see such a beautiful sunset. The sky is burning red."

Rudolph was content. After all, it doesn't matter to Rudolph whether he wins or loses or not. Sure, William is dangerous, but it turns out he still doesn't deserve vigilance. Wolfe only measures the trial stone, William.

"Hmm, what do you look like over there?" Sword Rider "Villibrand and" Sword Ghost "Christoph, what does Arcadia look like when she lost them both? Just imagine it. I can't help but have fun. You did a really good job, my 'Reaper'!

Measured, William wasn't as good as he imagined. And Wolfe was more than I imagined. Maybe I was glad with this result this time. If I put him on track, the bad news is that Wolfe is the same. It's not bad because it's a bitter end to each other.

"... it's just that I win next time"

A grin disappeared in Rudolph's eyes. Even in the aftermath, the fact of being earthed does not disappear. William wasn't as good as I imagined. Still a sufficiently dangerous area within your imagination. Wolfe is probably going to be stretching too. Some talents can be beautiful stars such as Euwayne and Gilberto. Both White Arcadia and the Black Mercenaries may one day stand before Nedeluxe, before Rudolph.

And then Rudolph...

"White and black, in front of the chosen blue -"

Rudolph plays his own currency to heaven. I turned my back on Frandelen without seeing it as it was.

- Helpless.

That's what Rudolph says. Rudolph goes back to the boob bed where his own boobs wait.

The coin bounced, crashed from the carriage and stood on the ground. Not a table, not a back. Black and white non-stick situation. I can get to it without the third blue shaking.

Son of God, "Blue Guido" Rudolph Les Hersburgs. Few things are loved by God and know His true power. And he that knoweth, even the monster, is not against him. Man cannot prevail over God. The Son of God is promised the victory of this world.

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"She's the strongest woman I've ever known. Force, speed, technology, everything is put together in a high dimension. The second is you, Lord Nika."

Nika kicked Euwayne in the back so she could hide her clothes. "Lion sign" pierced from the face on the ground. There is nothing good about it this time.

"But that's only the face of the table. He is a knight and an attempt to exemplify himself as a general."

Anatole watched the burning Frandelen with pitiful eyes.

"It's not what it really looks like. The more the words cruel and ruthless, etc. sound cliché, the more he deviates from people. Killing impulses that just rip me apart. You will lose your sanity and you will not stop the slaughter until you have killed everything."

Pictured behind Anatole's brain is a girl who disgusts herself for losing her sanity and desperately tries to become another. But in the end, people's nature doesn't change. There is certainly a gift of birth. In her case, that was just killing people.

"Rheinberga li Parizida. What bears' black 'in the corner of' The Three Kings'. Lineberca in" Reaper ". There is no one in that battle. All I have is a killing urge."

Genius not fighting, just killing. A monster who takes a man's life.

"There's nothing you can beat."

Anatol affirms. The aristocratic, knightly Rheinberga is also strong. Stronger than itself. But Rheinberga, dressed in black armor and dressed in death, is of a different dimension. Even comparing strong weaknesses is absurd.

"Who can beat monsters beyond people"

Before death, people are powerless.

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"Don't be ridiculous! I'm out!

Gregor and Angelm desperately contain Gilberto. I immediately noticed the anomaly. It's stranger not to notice this intense change in the atmosphere. Still, Gilberto didn't move because he trusted them both. This time the trust killed both of them and saved Gilberto's life.

"There's no point taking Frandelen anymore! This place will be abandoned. The squadron that stormed us, we can't live with this. Hell, this is"

Gilberto doesn't even hear Angelm, he just tries to think and fight two brothers. Leaving Gilberto alone now, he could even penetrate in the flames.

"Give it up, Gilberto. Who the hell is alive in that flame?

Tears build up in Gilberto's eyes. Desperately ate up, blood flowing from the edge of his mouth.

"Too bad. Very, very sorry."

Angelm shakes his head in a sad voice.

"Fuck, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Gilberto's roar was sadly drunk in the red sunset.

No one saw that Gilberto figure and a hell of a painting and saw Angelm's mouth unnaturally distorted.

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Sea of blood and organs, in burning corpses, Rheinberga was crying.

There is no such thing as a monster who turned people down like dancing and mowed people down like grass with a distorted grin. There is too much deep remorse, disgust and hatred for yourself. Fear for killing even the innocents.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry"

Crying, trembling Rheinberga.

Rheinberga can't control herself as a reaper.

Rheinberga grew up in the executioner's family. For a clan that has made it a living thing since its founding, death was a familiar thing, not a subject of awe. Because he is such a descendant of them, the royal family decides that he deserves to dwell in the 'Reaper' as a pair of the Son of God, and dares to perform a certain ritual. Prior to the Son of God, I let the Divine Dead World rebirth mythology.

The first time that dependency cost me was when I was five years old. When I realized, I could be two. My beloved brother was dead. Line berca that was split apart all over her body and was playing with it in toys. The hand is said to have been gripped with a sickle for blood wet mowing, and the sickle, which had torn the bone many times, was spilled with a blade.

"Father. He's stopped moving."

Even those who made death their livelihood feared Lineberca, who said so plainly.

It has been a house arrest line berca since then, but the tragic incident did not stand after it, such as the fact that the service carrying the meal had smashed every organ, decorating the room, or splitting people clean even though they should not have given it something sharp or anything else.

In the end, the clan, which decided to execute Rheinberga on the grounds that it was out of control, was left in the hands of people, hiding in the royal family and carrying out executions in private matters in a clan outing. And...

"Wow. It's beautiful. It's Bi-chi Ho, you."

The clan of Rheinberga has perished. Those who tried to execute them were executed on the contrary. More miserable, more cruel. There was a sight that seemed to have condensed every outrage, every malice. It is hell.

"Colosseum"

Later, picked up by Rudolph, Rheinberga learned reason and reason, until he was called the Trinity. Originally, Wu's talents are long and high, and sometimes his guardian is Rudolph, fulfilling his birth at the youngest.

But the roots remained the same. I don't think Rudolph needs to change either. Rather, what he craves is' Reaper '. I'm looking for the' Reaper 'line berca, a monster born only to kill people. That was another itchy fact for her.

"I'll stay where I am no matter where I go,"

Linebelca mocking herself. Look at the full face helmet you've stripped off. This is the switch on the line berca. Wearing this armor and helmet makes Rheinberga a Reaper.

"Good day, Master Rheinberga."

Thanks to years of working out, I stopped getting my hands on things that were equipped just like me. That allowed me to manage to function within the military.

"It's time to go back, Master Rheinberga. Master Rudolph is waiting for you."

Put the black armor together, men. They were the men of the Reapers, as well as the hands and feet of the Reapers who create hell. It was they who stirred the fire, sprinkled the oil, and burned the frandelen. They were also the ones who were helping the slaughter where Reaper's hands couldn't turn.

"Oh, right. I'm going now."

With a thirsty grin, Rheinberga stood up and wet her tears.

In the flames of hell, only the Reapers survive. Lord Nedeluxe, the 'black' army is abhorrent because they are all monsters who obey the Reapers, not men.

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William and Wolfe had a full meeting. This is the last time we fight each other with the intention of cutting and killing our opponents. Surviving is the winner. I meant to.

Gagin. Sparks dance. impending as if they had shown each other. And they both jumped backwards at once, keeping their distance. And...

"Chi, stop. Stop. I was wondering if I could do it in this situation."

It was Wolf who drew the sword first. Against William, who is breathing on his shoulders, Wolfe still leaves room. If you keep going like this, it's Wolf who wins.

"Don't be ridiculous. I can still do it."

I thought I was pitied and William yelled.

"I don't want to kill you, though. Frandelen can't even take the money away from me. Even losing battles. On top of that, I crushed a city. Who's gonna pay us?

Wolff shook his head, for Christ's sake.

"There's one more thing. I didn't think the corner of the Trinity that I wanted was such a monster. I don't think I can handle that boulder. How dare you keep that boy by your side?"

The job given to Wolfe is to kill William. The consideration was Rheinberga. But the greed for it completely scratched out now that I knew my nature.

"Come on, it's a waste of time, isn't it? Super Ultimate Genius and rival Temeer decide the female. There's no way to end up in a corner of the battlefield that nobody's watching. It would be funnier to take a bunch of them out and play with each other with their pussies and settle for it anyway. So I draw my sword."

Wolf turns his back on William with his sword in his sheath.

"So pull off Temeer too. The situation where me and you were put right now is terribly simple, isn't it? Which is stronger, that's all. No tactics, no shit. Well, I guess I'm not."

If we keep this up, William loses. That was something we understood each other. Simple and lucid. That's why Wolfe thinks it's a waste. We found someone who could make a complicated, strange 'war' around the corner. Besides, if you kill William here, the defeat put on "War" will never go away again.

Wolf can't forgive that.

You'll never get a chance to kill me again.

"Idiot. Next time I see you, I'll kill you. Absolutely nothing."

William stared with a frightening look at his back as he left without hesitation. Whatever you say, a form of pity for William. William is not tolerant enough to allow that.

"I'll totally kill you next time. Individuals and groups."

William swears. We still have to be stronger. It would not even reach heaven or elsewhere if a wolf crawling through the earth could not seem to kill it. Too much for all things. William felt bad about it this time.

What we need is individual force and power. Without the power to freely control the army, you could even put your life in the hands of someone else who can't do well ahead. To the werewolves. That's too deadly. I wouldn't be talking if I didn't at least be a hundred or so captains.

"More, more. Everything's missing!

William also leaves the scene again.

What was left was marks of a fierce struggle engraved on the ground and trees. Traces of two talents bumping into each other.

The legend of white and black has just begun.

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"Hey, why the hell did you let me live, Bokenas?"

"I no longer have a reason to kill you. Is that all you got?

"You know what? How much do you think he killed his people?"

"We killed plenty of those guys, didn't we? I can't help but hold a grudge of slaughter on the battlefield. No money, no boobs, no reason to fight. That's the mercenary."

Break it up, in the dark. That's what Wolfe said. Nika is in the extreme of displeasure. Nika usually has a bad mouth but still can't throw away the sweetness. Wolf doesn't think that's a bad thing. You can have people like that. That's what I learned this time.

"Hey Euwayne. I knew I was strong."

"Yeah, I know. From the moment we first met."

Wolfe looks up at the skies of the battle already far and away. The burning red sky, the palpable tide of blood, its fragrance, it remains stuck to the nose far away.

"But I can't be the only one strong enough. Then you can't win."

What Wolf got this time was neither gold nor honor. But I got more than that. This sacrifice is that investment. Knowing man's weakness, the wolf finally turned his eyes to the ground.

"You understand that people are stupid and dumb and you can't help it, and you use them well. Er. No, seriously, that was helpful. Now there's no gap in me."

Euwayne smiles when she sees Wolfe's face. Whoever chooses the Lord himself is still greedy. There is a measure of incorporating something better, proud but not solid. Wolves will grow even more. Far beyond Euwayne.

"Okay, now it's the Central Sea! It's a vacation with your southern tits!

"Where do you get that kind of money, fool! Learn a little!

Couple comics talent of Wolfe and Nika who also erupt. Couple of comics with knives and blood splashes, but well the usual. Everyone in this room laughed.

(Next time, we'll lead a lot of each other and start with our heads. Now it's time to decide.)

Wolf looks up into the dark sky at night as he gets his head jumped up in Nika's upper. Star blink. Somewhere in that sky the stars are born and disappear, and at birth they disappear repeatedly. end with a flash of brilliance in it, or become a giant star that continues to illuminate this great sky,

Which one is stronger?

The world. Be prepared. There's one person here who doesn't even swallow the world. Nova shines invisibly.