Tower of Karma

Since that day, the Nederks had not grabbed the victory once. If you lose, you retreat, if you lose, you retreat repeatedly, and they eat the twitching territory. Of course, the invasion was relatively moderate because of its thorough protection, but it nevertheless continued to develop with concern.

Seeing Rheinberga continue to be treated badly and mistrust towards Rudolph within the Nederks, and also being treated lightly himself, the 'black' faces were on the verge of explosion.

Never mind that, Rudolph ended up buying and fishing for a whore at the end of the place, rubbing and throwing away, rubbing and throwing away repeatedly. If we cut only the battle, the Nederks only look to be spreading their wounds after a massive defeat. It was a battle of fools.

But...

"Dear Welkingetrics, there is also a plague. The infected soldiers have repeated high fever, vomiting and are not at war. For once, people with conscious symptoms were kept in isolation."

This is a report I don't know how many times. It was unusual, such as the spread of the plague during this period. And it keeps standing. It was the first time such a thing had happened half a century after Welkingetrics led the army.

"Starting with the spread of a cold, the horse was hit by tetanus, and if you think something coughing or haemorrhaging started to appear, the next thing you know is high fever and vomiting, another plague at the same time… and one of them is a symptom that is common in hot and humid areas of the South, which will be very rare in this time of year in this land"

Saint Lawrence's army continued to be unlucky. Though we continue to win, we continue to be unlucky with enough momentum to surpass it. It's not just plagues and diseases. There was also a case of falling stone during the march or being attacked by a wolf. Some cases of a hundred captains slipping their legs on a little cliff and dying of a bad beating.

"Is it the test of God?

When he saw his men asking frightening questions, Welkingetrics smiled.

"If it does, it will fit. We are God's messenger, God, and we will not be given any more trials."

My men still belong to the army and the sun is shallow. There are no children in Welkingetrics, but this is the pattern I have nurtured since childhood to look after them and to replace my own children. There was a status quo that was not inherently in the position of exchanging words with Welkingetrics, but was acquiesced to be a smiling sight.

"This trial, though, must be overcome in a hurry. Can you follow me? Celestan."

The boy, called Celestan, strained his chest and said, "Yes!" I replied. Look at that face. The hero king looks like his father.

Celestan's sword moves were worthwhile and exceptionally skilled that he had ever raised. All you have to do is gain experience in action. The King of Heroes was looking forward to the day when he would accumulate confidence and experience and take his place.

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The dry wind was carrying cold air that day. Covered in deep cloudy weather with no view of the blue sky. The hero king stood in a dim world where not even a single piece of light could pass.

I won the war. Today is also a good day when there has been great progress in dropping one stronghold, and there has also been an improvement in morale in the unlucky St. Lawrence army. But not for Welkingetrics. That day was the worst day I could remember of a hero king and had to go far back.

"Devil's plague, more than ever. I didn't expect to develop this"

Welkin 'getrics that can't even get close to that corpse that's invisible or crippled. Everything that knew about the relationship between the corpse and the hero king was equally a sinister face. Because for Welkingetrics without children, he was one of the meanings of life.

"Sleep in peace. Celestan, the servant of God. Sooner or later, I'll go that way. Wait a minute."

So he took his own fire, and set fire to the plagued things of the devil.

The most feared plague in this world, the plague of the devil. It produces pox marks all over the body and is feared as incurable due to its high lethality rate and the fact that it leaves marks even when healed. Many of the things that have suffered from this morbidity are treated differently from country to country are thus cremated. Sometimes he was burned alive, so repelled all over the world that he had to burn what he loved and stop eating. It is therefore called the plague of the devil.

"Keep standing up so much...... is it really a coincidence?

A subordinate who emits a trembling voice. My surroundings are also shaking my body. I guess I know a lot of things. What are we dealing with now what we are called? Many of the calamities that will befall us that we have set in motion to do so. Can we call this a coincidence anymore?

"It would be a coincidence. Or do you think Nedeluxe found a way to manipulate the plague? Then in less than a year, the world will belong to Nedeluxe."

The ambient air relaxes at the light mouth of the welkingetrics.

"I'm going to make a little impossible attack after tomorrow. There will be many sacrifices. Still, I'll discuss that man before it's winter. That's the first time I've ever been able to face friends I've lost."

My men's face changes. After all, Welkin Getrix was a first-rate motivator. Even in this situation, one of his words excites the minds of his men. The great black pillar of St. Lawrence, the most powerful sword supporting the Virgin, the symbol of the nation. The most powerful man of the three giant stars.

"Rudolph Les Hersburgs, Discuss"

Welkingetrics was the only one who understood it on this occasion. It is too vague to understand, it lacks rationality and it is too irrational. Still, Welkingetrics understands. He said it was the man who was creating this situation.

Son of God, "Blue Guido" Rudolph Les Hersburgs. Even the plague called to this land by the heavenly luck of God's chosen but irrational.

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A luxurious tent was set up a little away from the main business. There are two big men in there, and one woman who is big as a woman but smaller than the two.

Three nobles were gathered here to drink wine.

"According to the information I hear leaking, this time it sounds like the Devil's Plague. Hey. Uh, no, no, it's horrible. Wow. I won't be able to cross spears tomorrow."

Jacqueline enjoys the flavor of rolling wine in her mouth. It's an elegant way to drink, but it's far from elegant because it has the look of the heart.

"Even though we are in the same land, there is no sign of the plague. Just the Son of God, or"

Marslan also has a happy face. He looked like a general of a battle he could never win.

"It's like this just because it's a head. A lot of the information that comes through is a series of joke-like stories. I knew the hero king was a monster because he kept his morale. Still won't hold it until winter, will you? The plague is hell after the epidemic."

I haven't won in local power at one time. Jacqueline and Marslan, of course, sometimes took local victories, but not enough to hold back the march of Welkingetrics, and have not exchanged spears once since the battle with the main unit of the Hero King. I can beat that. Those who lived in battle had no choice but to indulge in such irrationality.

"There is also a chance that the enemy will rush. Even if I can't attack you, that hero king would take shape. It's troublesome when you can come crazy to death. Do we need to do something about it?"

Marslan sips a glass of wine. It is only when we see the light that we need to get our minds together. From many experiences the Marslans understood it.

"Probably not necessary"

Blur and Rheinberga, the three nobles who had never opened their mouths before, opened their mouths.

"Oh? A guy called Trust? I'm jealous."

Being slapped lightly doesn't change the look on Rheinberga's face. Just start talking pale.

"That one is a born winner. When I met him, he was already a winner. Whatever you want, whatever you don't emit, everything comes together to that one. That's as if the Father named God would buy anything for his Son. The Hersburg family's status as a 'man' is one of them."

If you're in Nederks, a story you've heard once. Twenty-nine successor candidates also died of 'bad luck' and were decided to be treated as men on their fourth birthday. Then the Harsburg family is getting better and better this time. Originally a house of great nobility, but without doing anything in particular, he was in the highest position in the nation if he realized it. Some competitors were self-destructing as they were kicked down at will.

"So is the power over the royal family. It's all since that one was born. When Fang grows up, the current Lord will probably die. And Boy sits in the chair of the Harsburg family owner, who can be tall. Without losing, keep winning."

Smooth sail. A life that was once unpredictable. Perhaps this was the first time Frandelen had taken his thoughts off. It is nevertheless an Omaked Pain Division that takes over the two Legion Chiefs, and a battle Rudolph never stood on the arrow.

"You don't have to do anything to win. Fang, even one person wins. I just don't want you to move on your own because you're a pain in the ass. I'm something I don't need to be."

Rheinberga is very rusty and annoying. They sighed when they saw it. Half a month after Rudolph severed Rheinberga, there was a constant day of sighing as two people who kept her depressed, whether the fact that she was still reprimanded was drawing her tail.

"Let's just drink, shall we?"

"Yes, I'll drink"

Rheinberga, which Jacqueline and others will soon stop to sip. Seeing the scatter, they still sighed.

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Rudolph stares at the world alone. A lot of bad luck in the lower realm. I didn't take anyone's hand. Of course it can't be in your own power or something. A gift from heaven. God has given Rudolph everything. And I'm trying to give him another victory this time.

"It's no big deal, you know, a giant star."

Rudolf's eyes were stained with boredom. How many stretches have you slain during this battle? I'm tired of poor quality tits after all and haven't touched my tits in the last few days. I thought I would still rub it because I have a woman in Rheinberga's men, but I didn't feel comfortable, so I stopped.

"This time, maybe we can lose. That's what I was thinking."

Rudolph was hungry. Cancer named Boredom. I kept looking for someone to bury that. Maybe rubbing your tits is boring too.

"Well. The giant star will soon fall anyway. by the hands of William, Wolf and the Nova. There are a few others that seem interesting. Then I can wait for it."

Rudolph stood up and spread his hands.

"Come on up here. I'm bored and dying. Fill me up quickly."

Rudolph's face was full of madness. A man with a mysterious destiny who keeps winning, even if he does nothing. Son of God, born of Nedeluxe. He waited. Something that fills me.

Rudolph's expression returns to his usual soft expression.

"I wonder if there's anything fun going on."

Rudolph stuck his hand in a pile of parchment stacked next to the chair. That was, of course, an operation written in which the Sanguyen even publicly recruited the Legion Leaders, Division Leaders and Hundred Captains. Rudolph chooses it appropriately and uses it. It was perfectly fitted in so far with regard to those measures. But more than that, the hero king has eaten me.

"Yeah, it might be a little funny"

Rudolph has a dark grin. Look at the measures I drew.

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St. Lawrence's army had gained morale in the victory the other day. And the fierce attack of the Hero King, a legion of soldiers fearless of death form a vortex of zeal. That feeling of air increases each time it crushes the Nederks, and each time despair overshadows the Nederks army.

The legs of St. Lawrence's army were so fast and powerful that the hands of Jacqueline and Marslan, who were showing room, could not turn around. The strength of an army led by a hero king, the air of a champion filled to the point of a soldier. This is what I call the power of a giant star. A rolling sight.

"Damn, you monsters! We'll get to HQ as we go!

World wide speaking, Marslan or Jacqueline and the realm of monsters. But Welkingetrics is different. Different digits of existence. The strongest being with only three people in the world.

"Lord. Glow to us."

Pull out the sword and storm. Only then will the morale of your allies jump without knowing that they will remain, and the morale of your enemies will be plunged to the bottom. It is no longer strong and weak. Strength is not this dimension. Just being there gives me strength. That's the gravity of the three giant stars.

It is the power that attracts the victory that the champion has.

"If you go through the woods, that's where the main formation is. Behind the cliffs, if you go quite far, you don't have to leave."

If you noticed, the Nederks army was packed. If I hadn't been forced to attack you like this on this day, I might have had time to escape. But the King of Heroes is not sweet enough to grant that respite.

"Let me take it, give me that neck!

Welkingetrics' main unit ravages.

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There was a dry breeze. The direction is always the wind from the south. Wind direction may change from time to time to the west or east, but wind rarely blew from the north side. That's why Welkingetrics and its neighbors are also the first to take it off their minds. Naturally the first measure to be vigilant if you are going into the woods.

"Okay, it's time to go! Say hello flashy!

Oil to be sprinkled under Rudolph's instructions. Beat the barbars you collect from neighboring towns and villages. The smell of mixed animal and plant oils fills this area.

"But Master Rudolph. The wind direction."

Rudolph laughed without a glimpse of his men at last.

"My orders are absolute. If I defy you, you will all be executed! That's why I did it!

The wind direction remains the same. Dry winds gush from the south. No matter what you think, there are no signs that the wind direction will change. There is rarely any wind from the north in the first place.

I sighed when I saw my men hesitant even when it came to the death penalty. Well, if we burn here, we think from the direction of the wind. It's synonymous with burning ourselves. I can understand the idea of not wanting to do a burnt suicide.

"No more! I can't help it. I'll do it if you don't. Give it to me!"

Rudolph took the potatoes. The burning aroma of puffiness tickles Rudolph's nasal cavity. Rudolph liked fire. It's flashy and cool. And it helps. Fire is great next to me. There were times when I was thinking about that.

"Okay, ignite!

It conveys oil and begins to burn all at once. Rudolph dispersed "Ah Chi," and his men began to flee in a hurry. Fire spreads. To the Rudolphs.

"Ahhhhh. He's dead. Uh-huh!

Behind Rudolph, one of his men started to burn. They also ignite what they tried to help, and the area becomes noisy. The wind direction remains the same.

"Is this the guy who's really gonna kill me? Haha, awesome! You're the dumbest way to die."

Rudolph was laughing. In this hell, my men were on fire. In a beating hell, I was laughing. I wasn't sure I was the only one who could help. I just don't think it's okay to die. The Son of God dies in his own kindled fire. Isn't it the stupidest and most flashy way to die?

"But I'm Rudolph Les Hersburg because I'm not dying."

Rudolph stops and laughs forward at the impending fire.

The wind changes.

"Come on, come on. It's your favorite test of God. Enjoy yourself."

The wind starts blowing behind Rudolph. Winds from the north push back the flames. This sight is no longer anything but divine. God brought Rudolph to life. Whatever it is, I want to make use of the existence of Rudolph, I want him to win. Such divine selfishness.

"Itsshowtheim!"

The fire of God strikes the army of St. Lawrence.