Tower of Karma

There was William Lewius, just ahead of Shrevia through the center. I didn't ride a horse, I didn't pull out my sword, I just waited. As for welcoming Shrubia, he is gentle, without any anxiety, and does not doubt the victory in one piece. The appearance of an uncomfortable hatred enemy.

Shrubia has noticed here. Finally, I got to the answer I've always been lost in. It is an angry story while I am. A self that must be put in front of a hate enemy and let the hate enemy do as he wishes. The weakness, the strength of the opponent, the difference between him and me...

"Let's match the answers to the bet. Did I win, or did me and you win?

In front of her eyes, Sülvia waves down the great axe. It stood on the ground swinging through the void without ever hitting William. Hate-burning eyes pierce William.

"You're sure you can beat me from here."

"Well, did I say it was up to you?

"You liar. I still don't like you. From here on out, I will continue to hate you forever. Must be."

Sülvia distorts her face in bitterness. Still, I can't distract myself from the thought of burning this chest. Revenge...

"I hate you. But that's why I can't die imitating the way you laid, eating the bait hanging from me. It is I who will kill you. Only my will will will kill you. I don't need any other impurities. Not to mention what you gave me, and I won't take it if I die!

Because I have to exchange it by hand.

"Good hate. That's the Avenger. That's what my army deserves."

Sülvia let go of her hand from the great axe. William protrudes behind himself and invites Schulvia to the lined recruit weapon.

"I, I cannot forgive. Now, I have no power to kill you with my hands. Above all, it's unforgivable. I hate myself more than you."

"Neither did I. That's why I tried so hard to die. Still is."

Schulvia never even glanced at William, and took the weapon behind it. The cut end of the flag attached to it, the white cloth, was used by the real 'white bear'. There is no longer but a cleavage left, but it is nevertheless above all honorable to Srlvia.

"I will kill you. I, in my own hands, am no longer lost!

Schulvia put up 'it'.

"My path is mine to cut! With this, Sülvia Nikleinen's own hands!

Silver dances. Even a piece of hatred overflowing from that body is directed at William. That's why we don't need impurities. Because it's not worth it to avenge someone else's help. Revenge is not a matter of profit.

Revenge is a matter of pride.

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It was something beyond intent. A pawn that couldn't possibly move has moved. There was nothing like that in ancient raccoon thinking. That's all I've been fighting for. They were so destructive that they destroyed the center that they were hunting down the Arcadian army. You know, it turns things upside down.

"Don't be ridiculous, you whore!

The old raccoon's fury echoes. But that has no effect on the battlefield. No, it cannot be brought about. Imagine too much, because things beyond assumption, the gravitational pull of the old raccoon, had already been solved.

"Something stupid like this"

Ten people who have destroyed the Central Army are raging around as the last line of the Central Army. As for Vilnius, it's just a blue sky thunderbolt. I don't know why I went back to sleep or why I went back to sleep, I don't know everything. But now all the men of old Ratorchia had turned to Shrevia, to the Arcadia side.

"I don't understand. I'm kidding, I'm so kidding! Don't make sense of this!

Still, Sülvia and the others could have done anything to the extent that Ratlkia had turned to the enemy. Morale falls, but I know as much as I can about old raccoons, the art of rebuilding.

The problem was other problems that arose to keep standing.

Arcadia troops spread sideways by pushing in the center. That gradually becomes a siege formation to encompass the Vilnius army. And let go is a lightweight, fateful crossbow. Weapons that could be handled by anyone and exert the same power no matter who used them were handled by less skilled soldiers. A highly skilled soldier shoots his bow into the curve from behind it. Even scratching to get out of it somehow, it is pushed back with a long pattern of weapons stretching from the second row and feeding on the crossbow.

The old raccoon knew the tactics. Basic tactics anyone who is a tactician knows. Siege Annihilated. So powerful that if this is decided, victory or defeat will never be achieved. So if you're a tactician, figure out the first way to make a good decision about this, and how not to let them decide.

Fast forward with a central breakthrough is one of the corresponding tactics. If there is a power difference, it can be settled before the siege is eliminated. Expected to be able to do that, the old raccoon chose the tactic. Giving time to the lower opponents is synonymous with giving possibilities. Not wrong. A battle that I was sure I could win before I was actually betrayed.

The problem is that I was betrayed. And that that force continues to protect the last line in the center as it is. And...

"My lord! It's dangerous. Back off!?

My men, who had been welcoming me until earlier, bounced apart by Oishi.

And a recruit weapon prepared by William. A weapon of crossbow fate. That merciless offensive was giving despair to the old raccoons. Unstoppable despair, what can you do where you fought?

"Is this the battle of a new era?!? Such an inorganic, romantic battle without shards, that I was betting my life on something like this?"

It rains big stones. It was large and sparse when it came to rain, but it had a twelve minute impact on making people frenzy. It rains inorganically ravaging people.

It was originally used as a siege weapon.

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Angelm's horseback squad completely blocked the back, the last hole in the siege formation. In their hands is a recruit weapon, 'Hulberto', which deals with both Sülvia and the soldiers of the North. A long-handed weapon that combines the nature of an axe and a spear, but its crux was in the omnipotence of being able to do many things with one weapon.

"It was hard to handle at first, but when you get used to it, no weapon is more interesting"

The shape is the shape with an axe on the tip of the spear. On the other side there is a protrusion.

"It was created by Master William. It's decided wonderfully."

"So, is there"

Slashing, poking, not to mention catching with hook nails, tapping with hook nails, dragging off opponents and paying for their feet had a wide use. But this weapon has major drawbacks. It's packed with all kinds of applications, but it's gaining weight. Therefore, there are only a few things that can be used.

William's Hundreds have nothing to use because of their low level of skill in Dantotsu, and none of Angelm's horseback squadrons and soldiers from the North have anything to use but the elite. Still, from the point of view of a usable practitioner, no weapon has ever been more interesting.

"You can kill people in different ways. The breadth of that option allows the opponent not to draw his will and to always take the fight to the advantage"

Developers who can handle it are originally strong, but their strengths have increased. The performance of the weapon improved because the northerners were able to storm around like gods. We're using this weapon more than anyone else. Shrevia couldn't be stopped by anyone without a horse ride.

The northerners turned to their side because they knew many of their weapons, except for Shrubia. Because he knew with fear that he could turn them. Without as much anger as Shrubia could not transcend that fear, and Shrubia followed William's side in reverse by anger.

"A battlefield dominated by fear… something so sweet"

Tragedy spreading on the Vilnius side. Angelum, who blocks the escape as a lid, is not willing to let one live. Sink everything into this snowfield. That is William's order. Beside doing it faithfully, Angelm was drowning in the sweet darkness that spread in him.

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Probably, William thinks he could have won even if he was fighting normally. I felt certain about the raccoon's tactical comprehension, but the response to the new one is crude and extreme. Strong for known tactics, but not even prepared for the greed of incorporating unknown things.

Perhaps that's old as a tactician. I drowned solely on polishing the existing and just truncated the new path with the evil way. That produced this result.

"I wouldn't have penetrated it, would I? Damn, then there's no growth. One hand back, one hand push, the more you can't decide to win or lose, the more overwhelming you have to win."

As Shrevia said, for William, it had no effect on Shrevia's victory or defeat, whether he was on his side or foe. Sürvia's role was to pull the old raccoon out on this occasion, because that was all it was.

If Shrevia is missing, you can kill Shrevia and William fills that hole. The power to that extent is combined. There was never a victory or defeat, no matter what happened to Sürvia's advancement or retreat. At the time he showed up, he was never victorious or defeated when he attacked me.

(Well, I thought if he was really the Avenger, he'd be back.)

Avengers who are similar to themselves, but very different. That heat would never have been significant until William showed up in front of him. Of course it doesn't make any difference what you were complaining about. Still, Shrubia was short of everything. Unthorough, somewhere sweet with it now. Well, I would have killed him right away if I hadn't. I can use it as a subordinate because it is inferior to me. The same applies to Angelm. More pawns available. That's all.

"And thanks to Shrevia's return, I'm free"

Horseback riding through the snowfields. It is a unit that acts as a small but special blow.

The battlefield I already let pack. Still no clue. A monster who abandons his chronic heart runs.

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Shrubia was burning in anger. What I can't forgive is myself for not trying to move before. I didn't move, I didn't even want to go for revenge. I was just dreaming of my father's revenge at the distance of William's existence, that one day I would kill him if I met him. I'm angry at myself for not even trying to take action, for not being able to.

"Ho, there's Northern Union defilement! Have you even forgotten the pride of" White Bear, "whore!

Sülvia cuts off the muttering miscellaneous soldiers in silence. Yes, Shrevia didn't move because I forgot. Losing his great father, losing his native land where he was born and raised, Sülvia had given up thinking. So you can't win. I can't beat that monster.

"Now this guy and me all the time! Talk about my father!

The discomfort of Sürvia was decisive because everyone assumed the will of Sürvester as if they had now remembered, even after so much time had passed since the death of the white bear. So is the cause of this battle. Those hipsters who didn't even move to stay out of Arcadia's upscale, forgetting that Ratorchia existed in the north.

There was also something inside for Ratorchian forces outside of Srlvia. Northern Union, which I have left behind until now. At this time - there would have been no one unexpected.

To the smoothness of their mouths, Sülvia had to laugh bitterly. Isn't that just who you are, or who you were before you met William Lewius, the only person who was a master at mouth. Even now, I haven't been able to get out of there the same way.

I met William and something in me inspired me. The moment I realized it, Shrubia embarrassed herself. I can see with just a little bit of involvement. the difference in effort from myself. William is piling up so much that there is no comparison between quality and quantity.

"I will kill you! Always, always!

That's why I can't do it without being by William. It must be used heavily by William and be capable enough to surpass William. That's how I can freeze that man's smile for the first time. I can give despair to that man who only sees him as a pawn.

"It's not enough. Wow! You guys!

What's missing is myself. I have to kill my emotions to catch up with monsters who still don't stop walking. Far and thin, the enthusiasm this snow was covering for me. Blow it up and William exposed himself. Falsification doesn't work anymore. I don't lie to myself. This enthusiasm has swelled.

"I won't do it to you! That's my prey!

Hate has gone beyond reason. Maybe Shrubia was also mounted after all. Like Angelum, William's deep darkness fascinates me with the flames of despair.

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By the time William reached the enemy formation, it was after most soldiers were defeated. All that was left was a wounded soldier who couldn't move on his own and an already dead body. The stone rain hasn't done as much damage as it looks. I just introduced a couple of them on a trial basis yet. It would be about so unlucky to hit it.

"... it's not a good idea to pretend to be dead. Old Raccoon Hall."

"Hii!?

An old man who pretended to be dead under a stone. In fact, he was just crushing his leg to stone and unable to move, but he was trying to make it through this place by turning it into a corpse. I take my hat off for that raw obsession, but I'm also a little discouraged when I try to be a hero. Well, the amount of luck that hits the big stone. I'm lacking as a hero in the first place.

"Ki, you! Shame on you for relying on weapons like that! You're gonna put mud on the battlefield!

The old raccoon can roar. Obvious void. William approached the old raccoon as he was about to laugh.

"Hmm. A weapon like that means a flat hammer thrower (Trebuschett)? That's good stuff. The bigger you make, the more range you increase as much as you make it. The surge made me make it this time is such a distance, but if we make something bigger, we may also be able to attack from base to base... Don't you think I have dreams?

The old raccoon gets a stunned look. William snapped his neck when he saw it.

"Can't you understand that? I think we're gonna run out of tacticians."

"Him, manipulating people is the hero. Yours is beyond a person's share. Instead of being a tactician, you are a saboteur. I am trying to destroy the style beauty of the battlefield and lead the war to chaos"

"He's a poet."

William kicked the old raccoon in the face.

"Well, you know what happens to the battlefield for me. This way. It's only a stepping stone here, including you - it's just my bait. I'll use your death to the best of my ability."

William pulls out his sword. The old raccoon had a voiceless scream, but for William it was familiar, not unlike the grudging voice that usually rings in the back of his head. And not a man who stays to that extent.

"Dear treat"

William ate the old raccoon lightly. Light enough curtain pull to seem too clapping. However, this was only because you didn't let the opponent make the desired move, confusing the opponent with a new hand. Flat handed, and would still have been a nasty opponent if we fought on the same terms.

And William understands. The way you win.

"This is the ideal. This hell is my ideal. Isn't that the perfect way to win? The abandoned soldier who uprooted the enemy's forces, smashed the enemy's head and placed it in the center placed an inconvenient, thoughtless rebellious fool for me, and let Shrevia handle it. Too perfect."

William picks up the old raccoon's neck. We have to collect the other necks. A testament to the winner, proof of the outcome. Sacrifice to go up in acceleration from now on.

Taking the agonizing neck of an ancient raccoon, William was engulfed in exaltation.

"Is manipulating people the hero? Say good things. Sürvia, you're the one who couldn't manipulate one of us. You're convincing. And even using that hatred, I'm at least closer to a hero than you are. That's a true word."

William turns his gaze in a different direction. That gaze was beyond the capital of Vilnius and gazed at all the other small countries of the North. There are as many sacrifices to eat. There are also the same number of wins to be overlapped.

"Step first. I'll eat them all in a minute."

William flashes his cape. A definite step to heaven. I took a risk and got the perfect win. William's thirst is only slightly satisfied with the result of no more. A definite step far from fulfilling but not long here. I don't feel bad.

As a result, everything moved as William thought it would.

No one knows yet that this battle is a fast forward for The White Knight, its preface.