Tower of Karma

The atmosphere of Strakless changes. Carl and the others had felt this feeling many times in this battle. And every time I've suffered a defeat.

"Ready for second shot! Don't rest your hands!

But if not drunk by the atmosphere, crushing 'black gold' by the inorganic destruction of 'Arborest' will come true. Strakles can't beat a weapon that kills excessively much more than he is also a person.

"Hmm, two shots... I want to avoid it"

Strakles jumped out before thinking. Even though reloading is slow, it is still open at a distance. Objectively speaking, Strakless's penetration was nothing but reckless.

"Continue to Master Strakles, Yeae!

Ostberg troops moving out a beat late. But my legs are slow. Fear of Arborest was causing their legs to loosen. At that moment, the Carls are convinced of victory.

"Guys, calm down. There's enough distance. Let me guess... let's get this over with."

The time has come for reckless consideration to be paid for the sacrifice.

"... All right"

My distance hasn't shrunk yet, and it's a great distance for Arborest.

"Stone Bow Stand!

Pick up the protruding Strakles. This distance, this number of stone bows, there's no way you can't hit it. And if you hit it, it's more than a thing made of meat and bones. It's definitely deadly.

"It's over. Strakless!"

Drop a giant star. I have to drop it.

"How to hit -"

instant, swelling heavy pressure.

"On a battlefield without heat, give me a spark!

Strakless' eyes glowed. overwhelming brilliance, overwhelming warfare, and overwhelming -

"Burn, battlefield!

power. Yingjie's choice was at the opposite pole of wit and reason.

Strakles threw his own weapon, the Great Sword. Not for throwing, of course. A substitute that is even difficult to handle from weight in the first place, throwing it is crazy enough in itself.

I threw it. Besides, it's not a parabola, it flies limitless horizontally. the anomaly of its orbit, the perverse power of those who remitted it -

"Ah."

A soldier with a stone bow on the front lines snaps small. often late,

He ended up with a piece of meat. Behind it and behind it, a joke-like sight winds up. A tragedy poured into the heart of the battlefield. Most of the Arcadia soldiers, therefore, saw the sight created by just one person in an arched line born to try to take a siege formation.

"Huh!?

Before Yingjie's sword, where the crack enters the Ethereal Shield.

Exactly. On a vast battlefield, only a few people are dead. It is inherently like error. If you think calmly, if you can think calmly, you will soon know that this behavior makes no sense. He lacked the art of fighting stone bows and acted similarly to evil. That's all.

But I'm not that smart with people.

That's where the blanks come in.

"Run, King Horse, Berger! Like thunder!

Born blank. Berger, king of Bercheron, beloved horse of Strakles, runs there. Fully reveal the fastest and strongest power of a single horse ever suppressed for collective action.

It doesn't make sense. Clear conclusions that don't even need to be argued if you're on a desk overshadow. In one of Yingjie's actions, to its beauty, people become illusioned. I was wondering if even the ones in the corner of the battlefield would kill themselves like that.

"Come on, let's burn it! Gentlemen of Arcadia!

Strakless has eaten me. Slowly enter the enemy's nostalgia and his own blood drips to regain his weapon. I swung it two or three times and blew out the bloodshed with further return blood.

"And my compatriots! Don't cower! Don't retreat! The enemy is in front! The path of our army is ahead! Follow me! Beyond that, victory always shines!

Strakless's claws fly. And roaring. Voice volume and beastiality that Kedamono is also kaya. Above all, full of madness and willingness to kill. The fear engraved by the stone bow was overwritten. There's nothing to stop them from legging anymore.

"Damn it, second shot!

Carl's voice, which passes well earlier, is also quenched by anger.

Many have shot stone bows at personal discretion. But there's not enough to cover the entire front line. And the fatal flaw of a lack of continuous firing performance. More of an ambush, an odd kind. There is no power or number to support the front line.

"It's finally getting hot. Wow. This is the battlefield."

Strakles stares at everything in the turmoil. A giant star shining in heaven. I can't fight it.

Ostberg army falling into an avalanche. The stone bow bore the corresponding pain, but if it was eaten, the stone bow would no longer have power. One of the secrets we prepared around us was crushed.

A giant star approaches the main formation.

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"Damn! Don't you have time for siege?"

Gilberto bites his teeth. Kill the momentum completely with a second shot and carry the battle from the front to an advantage. It is the liver of this operation that surrounds and annihilates the enemy in that gap. One of them was crushed quickly.

"Change of ops! Split vertically stretching enemy center!

The next best thing to do if your enemy moves fast. The operation of separating the center of the enemy army and separating Strakles from the enemy army's main unit.

"Go on with me!

Gilberto suddenly changes course. What follows it. Momentum prevails. Besides, an attack from the side, this penetration cannot be prevented.

"Reassemble the formation. As planned... coming from the side."

Suddenly transforming queues. The sides are covered by shields.

"Chi!? They were reading it!

arrangement as if it had predicted this development. Yes, I'm a central connector.

"Kimon von Gunter!"

He was Ostberg's second-largest, intellectually superior all-powerful general, and the 'Black Sheep' kimon.

"Until His Excellency finishes this battle, let him have it."

Kimon's quiet voice stains the battlefield. A man who accomplishes what he needs as much as he needs. Never before has he been more convenient and brilliant as a supporter.

"What will you do, Master Gilberto?

It was completely read out. A rock stand. Winning opportunities that are already cloudy.

"Well, it's decided"

Gilberto didn't give it a shot. You don't have to think about it. It's decided what to do, etc.

"I'm gonna smash you!

Gilberto's horseback took over. A spear that can be erected. He stopped the horse in front of the space, which could be called the "Horse". And jump. Dancing as lightly as a butterfly with heavy armor -

"I'm just my own sword. There is no glow as your Lord did. But nothing prevents a pure sword"

Stand behind the spears. It's like being a hero in a story. And move out.

"Remember. And carve it on your chest. This is Browstat's Arcadia sword."

sweep. Gorgeously, harshly, dancing, like crazy, Gilberto runs. Silver sword that no one can see through. The white flashes are brilliant and the red lotus blood dances.

"... Ke, Kensei"

An abominable hero for Ostberg, "Sword Saint". He was not an undefeated general like a giant star. There was a lot to lose as a whole. Bernhardt might be better off as a general. But the existence of Kensei is still special.

Lifetime solo combat undefeated. He was just one man who had never lost a single battle, and was repelled of a single strike even in an age when the battlefield was now filled with romance. It is also engraved in the history of war in the world, a beautiful star at the time of a giant star. A hero-killer hero who truncated those numerous heroes. That's the 'Sword Saint', the ones who inherit that blood call themselves Osvalt.

I saw the shadow on a man named Gilberto von Osvalt, on either side of the enemy. The enemy sees it coming, and the allies see its back.

"... Assault"

Reminds me of a time when Arcadia was the strongest.

Arcadia troops avalanche into Gilberto's empty hole. No matter how prepared you are, the interpretation is a side. Easy to eat as long as the hole is empty.

"... I see Osvalt's name isn't Dade,"

I wasn't licking it. There was no insult. Just saying that a man named Gilberto was stronger than expected. But that's not fatal.

"The left side was devoured. But to the right...... you're not here, Osvalt."

If you're going the same way as Kensei, you can grab victory outside of there. Kensei's greatest measure is that. Even if we lose locally, if the whole thing triumphs, it becomes a labor.

"Then you won't win. If the sword bearer dies, there will be no need to fear any famous sword. That's what your fight is all about. Hence..."

"Sir Kimon! On the right"

"What!?

For the first time since I came here, Kimon's complexion has changed.

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It was a storm. Blood and dust, horseshoes and growls, symphony played by the Terminator. There were monsters more ferocious than anyone else in its center, more fierce and crazy than anyone else, and more bodies piled up than anyone else. The beast that has taken people off, that is the fame of the martial family that is called Arcadia's twins.

"Damn!? This is Gardner!

Hilda von Gardner. This is what their clan looks like on the battlefield, entrusted with the task of defending the capital. They are born with a rough temper. The Third Army was also, in a sense, a chain connecting them. Descendants of the 'storm', a tyrannical general who appeared at the same time as Kensei.

"You're dead. Yee-yee!

Tear the opponent vertically, pulling out the left half of his wrinkle and swinging. A scattered blood wind, a blowing manure. With a smile on his face Hilda threw it at the clump of enemies.

The changed appearance of a fellow who lived and fought with me until earlier, I saw it and felt it on my skin, and if I was, I'd run out of luck.

"Giha!"

Remaining half body, break the wrist of that corpse. What's in that hand is a spear.

"No, yah yah yah!

Throw it and punch out the enemy. Before that bloody tide erupted...

"Death."

In one step I double-crossed the remaining enemies packed with distance. Vertical, horizontal, diagonal, stormy.

Hilda stares at the enemy. Sticking on its face was a ferocious and extreme grin. Spilling from the edge of your mouth is blood or salivation, and that blood is not necessarily your blood. The wound engraved on his face as an accent also served as a foil for Hilda's warrior.

It is Hilda's men who refrain behind that monster, their blood relatives serving Gardner. It inherits Gardner's blood remotely. Fighting like this was a gift. Whether it's Hilda's head or not, we can fight like this.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch!

Hilda scratches. Sharpen, chop, chop.

"I won't even tolerate scratches. I also won't tolerate killing your father. In the first place, the enemy will not forgive you."

Blow. Blow.

"I will destroy all of you. My family, my friends, my lover, I'll kill everything, everything for you. Despair, I'll bet you everything I have and take it away from you!

Despair spread to those confronted. Responding also just piles up the corpses on the contrary. He has eaten and scattered side shields and spear formations before that time. The corresponding sacrifice was strong. I didn't cleverly crush you like Gilberto did. Blood and corpses, enemies and allies died before Hilda and his opponents ate him, as is normal.

"So die. for me to be scurvy."

A distraction kills me. Like that irrational and dumb death. Teng himself, who produced it, slowly steps over the corpse. Momentum is better on the left (Hilda et al.) from the Arcadia side for strong allied sacrifices. Fast, strong.

"I don't know. I won't kill a citizen. If you do that, your father and Carl will be mad at you."

Spill in a small voice. Naturally, he doesn't sound like an enemy.

Kaspar was a harsh man on the battlefield. But he was a good leader in disciplining himself. You shouldn't excessively take it away from your opponent because you inherit the blood of a 'storm'. What is nobility without disciplining the innate ferocity? It is a word Caspar used to say to his clan.

"But I won't tell you. Death in despair on the battlefield."

Hilda twinkling with a small voice.

Hilda jumps into the enemy to produce a corpse as it is. The inner heart is a backward, crossing sword technique. And increasing ferocity. Aim for the central general, Kimon of "Black Sheep".

If you do, Carl will be killed. If she does, she becomes Shura.

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Arcadia HQ was in a big mix. While Strakles' onslaught is exceptional, Arcadia soldiers guarding the main army also gather a selection of excellence from each army. Never inferior in overall strength. Although there was nothing I could do about only one point: strakless, the status quo was often outweighed.

Karl is also one of them.

Recall the surviving stone archers and cross with archers to target giants from a distance. As a result, Struckles' legs remained unchanged, although overwhelmed. It is no exaggeration to say that that leads to the current state of equilibrium.

"The point is, it's still there."

Strakles and Carl's gaze intertwine for a moment. Carl, who is under heavy pressure from a giant star and is about to break his heart. The eyes of the Absolute on the battlefield easily shatter a man's heart. Exactly like a frog stared at by a snake.

"- Master Le! Dear Carl!"

It was the voice of his men who recalled Carl, who was in a state of relief.

"We can win, right?

A weak word. The sooner Carl shakes his head, the more he's likely to break it, the weaker he feels. To that weakness, Carl was saved.

"Of course I do. Gilberto and his attackers will decide if we stick together. That's what I've been doing. That's how you've won."

Carl laughs. Show that grin to your surroundings.

"Never let them pack the distance! The opponent is human too, you can always win!

On this battlefield, probably the weakest man. His words empower the weak. Kings of weak flocks, a little weak for the term reign, but were the spiritual backbone of weak things.

"Can't you crush it? Strong heart. If you do, you'll be on your way!

You narrowed the target to curls. Strakless shifting the path. The most valuable neck on this battlefield is Baldias. But if you think about the future, its value fluctuates a little. Where is Osvalt's sword, Gardner's resurrection, and the revelation of this air?

"Let me discuss it! For the future Ostberg!

For one reason, the Ostberg army can't afford as much as it looks. Still, the giant star decided he had to discuss Carl.

"Stay away from me! Focus the arrows!

The rain of arrows holds back giant stars. You can't win if they take you to a state of confusion. Never let them near you. The battle of the weakest flock begins, holding back the strongest power.

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"... so far"

Baldias lifted his heavy hips. Baldias saw how Strakless attacked him, and how he could afford to pick his future buds. Baldias thinks it was a mistake to assume that there was something going on because the battle to this point was obvious and hasty.

"I'm out. If they do, abandon Oldengard."

Ready to go out.

"Wait a minute, Grandpa. I guess I'll be the one doing the job. What are you gonna do with me now?"

It was Gustav von Eiblinger, head of the Second Army Corps of Arcadia, who stopped it. Powerful force that is kept warm in this battlefield for some reason.

"... If you can win, if you're going to bounce back a giant star from here, there's a man you absolutely need. And you are the man's spear. Wait till the time comes. If the time does not come, you will lead the army to withdraw after we have been debated."

Even as Gustav tried to argue, the objection was sealed by Baldias' eyes. Because in those eyes was the life of a man named Baldias, a warring samurai who decided to be ready.

"You're going to die!

"I just die. Protect the future."

The head of Arcadia II Army, 'Immovable', has finally moved.

That means convergence in this battle.

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Kimon's left and right opened at the same time. Gilberto and Hilda showed up with the blood wind. Kimon laughs bitterly at the circumstances as if they had shown each other. If I were debated, the battlefield would certainly lean. Still...

"But it's not what you think."

They're still licking the giant stars. I don't understand it yet. Kimon's bitter laughter also included a mockery of their shallowness.

"Consider me, crush the relay point, and complete the siege on the way. Certainly that's all I have. I'd go for it if I was in this situation."

Gilberto set up his sword.

"But it's no use. Your enemy is a giant star, the Strakless of 'Black Gold'. Even if you get your back poked, you can't lose. There's no one in that dimension."

The white horse runs. No questions asked.

"Don't you understand? Let's do that, too. If I may add one last point..."

Gilberto's sword shines. Silver runs. Dear Mistake...

"You will not be able to discuss me, Kimon von Gunter."

Blood seeps through Gilberto's stomach. A blow was cast all over him, and his stomach was cut off by the stream. Though not deeply wounded, Gilberto's pride was sufficient to break his chronic heart.

"This is the watershed of this battlefield. I am stronger than usual to protect important points. The all-powerful me has a brace, too. I'm strong now."

Ostberg second, there's no way he's weak. It can't be easy.

"Understood. I still have to pull it out."

Gilberto also decided to be ready again. Either way, you don't have a chance. There's no way we're going back here. Because my shield is still fighting.

"Then die!

It was Hilda who broke in there and tried to get in. A violent blow to Kimon's neck.

"Woman, I'm your opponent."

What stopped that blow was Lester, a young newcomer who made a jump in name in this war by taking a blow to the 'Spear of War'.

"I thought I had it back then. The battlefield is no place for a woman to come!

Lester wields the spear cleverly and intimidates.

"... oh, that was him then. I was in a riot, and I hurt my face, and I ran away."

"Ki, I didn't fall for a woman like you! That's when your general came."

"The kid who didn't even have all his fangs is a man, a woman. I'm not yelling at you!

Block excuses and Hilda's sword blows Lester away. Though he was spared the critical horse loss due to his stamina, his posture collapses. Right there.

"I'll put a little foil on you"

Hilda's pursuit, Lester moving the spear to prevent it, won't even make it.

"Gu, gu, gu, gu, gu!

A single letter wound running on Lester's face. That rough fat muscle probably did. A nasty shitty scratch similar to the scar running diagonally on Hilda's face was engraved.

"Lester!

Even if Kimon tries to support him, his opponent is Gilberto. Naturally it blocks the way.

"Didn't you get a little more manly? Boy."

Lester exasperates at Hilda's provocation. Reddish your face just like a crimson wound.

"I won't forgive you, woman! Come on, you're me, Lester von Falke will definitely discuss this!

"Han, I'm not disappointed in chicks. I don't even feel the need to call you that."

Blood erupts from the wound running into Lester's face in so much anger.

"Come on, I'll do it!

The black spear swirls. Hilda sounded her nose again, too.

"I'll just push through. Unfortunately, I'm not free."

I sent my gaze to Gilberto. Silently nodding Gilberto.

Dropping this place is the minimum condition. There is no need for futile questions. You have to win.

Both sides...