Tower of Karma

It was hell. Worst landscape a man has ever seen. It was full. It was plentiful. Strong, high, far away. I felt like I was going anywhere. Dominate the world with your best friends, your strongest self. And report it. Your brother said he became the best man in the world.

".................. ku"

I had that dream.

"... kuku"

I was making such a mistake.

"Ha ha ha ha ha!

The man was laughing. All I could do was laugh.

"Is it broken? Well, I enjoyed it."

In front of me is the apex I was aiming for, a giant star shining in heaven. There wasn't enough force, heat, gravity, everything. The scale is too different. It was too big, too far away, and the proximity was crazy. Because I had faint expectations that I might have caught up with such a monster.

It wasn't a good idea to have met Strakless. I saw a giant star that I didn't mean at all, setting nature and the border there. Even that hasn't arrived yet. There was no way for a wolf to resist a real giant opponent.

The black wolf was on his knees. My beloved horse had a broken leg in an unnatural condition, and my two favorite swords were both broken. Armor is scratched, muddy, and bloody. It was the figure of a loser. There was nothing I could do about it, the look of a loser there.

"I won't let you!

A lion that breaks in between. A giant star laughs.

"He's broken already. Why?"

"A knight is what protects the Lord!

Intrusion of death. Clearly sharpens life for every single slash. Seeing that doesn't move the heart of a black wolf. There's nothing more we can do.

This was a good and sunny day. Perfect day of war. It's been a long time since the princess of San Barto gave me her recognition. Now let's finish the fight in San Baltic. So you can do it a little flashy. That's what I wanted. A fight.

I had won at first. The ploy slipped into place and sealed off the enemy. Everyone was convinced of today's victory. Win today and go to the next battlefield. That's what I thought.

"... ah? What the hell."

A disaster that suddenly swung and gushed. The big man showed up on the battlefield slowly, as if he had even come to the amusement mountain. Coming single-handed. Go to a battlefield almost determined to win or lose, without even putting on your men.

I insulted him with one.

"Wolf! A bow or whatever, you mustn't let that one near you!

Euwayne's advice. Wolfe laughed with her nose. What can I do alone?

Slow arrow rain. I dived through it, bounced it off, and ate it in line. The atmosphere changes at that moment. So much despair that goosebumps float on the skin of all. The black mercenary regiment was baffled by the steep temperature difference. Did you anticipate that moment, or were you bonded by the heat of the fierce sun, the Estado army also moved on to a decisive counterattack.

It covered wins and losses at this point. But Wolfe can't admit it and moves the regiment to do something with tactics. All of them were powerless before the power of the fierce sun.

Euwayne was right in his words. Even just one shouldn't have turned to the enemy, not one of the only three giant stars in the world, the one to whom ordinary thinking makes sense. Too many different digits. There was a great opening in the magnitude of existence itself, both alone and in the influence that it exerted on its surroundings.

And to this day. Each one of them loses to pieces. The Estado army chases it and increases the pile of corpses. Aren't you interested in the weak ones, the fierce sun El Sid Campeador has aimed only at Wolf and Euwayne to the point of perseverance.

We met once to understand the difference in power. From there, Wolfe tries to leave, too, and he chases me. Everywhere, everywhere. At first, the left sword smashed. The leg of the horse couldn't stand that blow, although it was cut off critical next time. And the right sword.

Each time the chronic mind, the pride, everything that has accumulated is denied. Blade smashed, heart broken, flesh and limits. I don't have any legs to escape, I just wait for despair.

"Whoa, whoa!

Although Euwayne is above critical, he is clearly beyond the limit. It's like letting you have it only with the power of your will. I won't be able to do it for a long time.

"It's already broken! He's not worth it!

"You're on your own...... don't define the value of my king!

Still, at the critical point, Euwayne was indulging.

Every time a horse is struck with one hand, a scaffold, the whole body screams. Because it is a good sword, the strength of the lion's fangs conveys the immense punch of a giant star.

It was the limit. The limits were exceeded, for example.

"... so anyone, no one!? Anyone! Anyone can... help Wolfe, our king!

In this hell, the lion growled. The squeezed out words are true loyalty. The words thrust through the gravity of the fierce sun and run through the battlefield. As if the voice was willing to disappear until it got into someone's ear.

Miracles - wake up.

"Out of the way!

My men's heads could play behind El Sid's back. The tone of death echoes in my ears.

"... Anatol? I'm really glad you're here to make it."

Euwayne smiled at the appearance of Anatole in "The Crying Spear". In this hell, a glimmer of light was born.

I will never let go of this light.

"Third person...... ok! Let me entertain you!

Rage of the fierce sun. I lost my temper of war in an instant by playing Anatole, a fierce warrior. No, because Anatole is from neighboring Nederks, the enormity of this monster is stained on him, and the flavour of an elusive defeat annoys him. The three of us could do something about it. Such a pale idea wipes away.

"I'll... I'll take care of it"

The moment El Sid turns his consciousness to Anatole for a moment, a smiling Euwayne taps into his full blow. A mountain called El Sid rocked. Both Anatole and Wolfe were surprised by that, even the person of the day.

"Understood!"

Anatole drew a man's readiness. Head to Wolf in a straight line.

"... are you going to let me get away with this?

El Sid's eyes glow. To that pressure, Anatole's heart is about to break.

"That's right!

Ewayne stood in the way of it. The appearance of it is twisted, and the heart is brocade. Protect the king as a knight. I was full of joy in giving my life for it.

"We're getting away, Captain!

Anatol manipulates the horse to escape, securing a powerless wolf and flowing.

"Well... Euwayne hasn't"

Anatole completely ignores Wolfe's outrageous words.

Let him go.

El Sid only tries to chase Wolf. It's not like he has any idea. I'm just moving on my instincts. That's why Euwayne smiled.

"So much... are you afraid of the future of my king? Heavy sun."

El Sid stops the horse. Move your neck around,

"You've spoken cheap words to me, little lion boy."

I gazed at Euwayne. The Wolves are securely off the scene in the meantime. Nevertheless, it is not yet a safe area. If this man wants to go after him, he's going after him everywhere.

"You know best whether it's cheap or not."

El Sid tried to chase Wolf until he stopped his blow and left the man who rocked him. That is what represents potential fear. Actually, it could just be a whim. But Euwayne sees it that way. I hope so.

"Stupid. Stupid indeed. Only time can kill me. You can't reach it in people!

It's still far from here.

"Huh, that 'time' is the Wolf! Flagbearers of a new era, bearers, they make the future! I would have shined enough. It's time for you to fall, giant El Sid Campeador!

Still, believe me, one day it will arrive.

"Do you want me to corrupt this El Sid Campeador!

The lion gave his life.

"Let me go with that! Not like me before... Not like" Lion Sign "!

I defend my king. That is the knight's way of life.

"Come on! You're my life, you're my measure!

The three most powerful men in the world. From El Sid Campeador, the three biggest stars,

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Anatol felt the wolf's teeth crushed by his back, without his skin. A smooth, sailing mercenary life. Though 'harsh' forced him to struggle somewhat, he had also had hardly a struggling struggle since Anatole's accession.

(Maybe it's getting too strong. too much for a mercenary)

Move the heavy sun. The Wolves were strong enough to make the giant stars raise their hips. I didn't have enough power to defeat the giant stars. That kind of half-strength may have invited me now.

(Surely the captain would be a masterpiece. Even if he was born in Garias, he would never be buried. It is not strange for Nederks to be a Trinity. That's the guy)

But giant stars are special. The sense of impatience I feel from my back. Feels like being drawn in. Even though Euwayne says he's risking his life to protect me, I don't feel safe with this one either. I wouldn't even be surprised if they caught me in a matter of seconds.

(We have to run anyway. Get as far away from that man as you can. too close in neighboring countries)

It is not a safe area in one country. I can finally feel at ease with my country and the Seven Kingdoms. You have to run anyway.

"Shit! Can't we do this one either? I managed to get to San Balto."

Run over San Balto to Garias. Anatole thought it was the only way. I'm sure others will think so.

Explore the route. On a battlefield ruled by Estado, we managed to find our way to San Balto.

"... for nothing. We're gonna die here."

Wolfe doesn't even try to hide his shattered fangs. I keep looking behind my back. It's like waiting for a giant star to come to an end. Anatole stared at the figure with disappointment. I wonder if the man the lion tried to protect was of this degree.

"Don't play me like this. I just carried one of your luggage, and I'll try to get away with it!

Anatole masterfully manipulates horses, sometimes waving spears, diving through enemy sieges.

"That's not what I meant."

A few minutes later, Anatole also learns the meaning of the words Wolfe smashed into.

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Run your horse through the siege of the Estado army to San Balto. That's the only way to live. That's why all the black mercenary regiments that fled were gathered here. There was Nika, as well as her rookie Ulysses. Other faces of old knowledge gather. The closer it gets to the early days, the more vitality it seems to succeed.

"... so I told you. It's no use."

Let's hustle, Wolfe. No one says it back. No one can say it back.

"No matter how much, no matter how much martial arts you build or contribute to your country, the mercenary is the one you preach. Do you understand that?

I thought it was an escape, Saint Bart. A princess who was so close and a country that had dedicated so much victory was turning his fangs to the Wolves.

Not a big number. It won't be impossible to break it and pull it out. But there's nothing further. Saint Bart's statement of hostility. That attitude marked the end of them, saying that you no longer had an escape.

The face of the mercenary regiment is offensive. I can no longer only speak ill and distract myself.

"The lizard just cut his tail off. To survive... of course."

San Balto at the front gate. Estado at the rear gate. Either way, there's only hell ahead.

"You guys, take my neck and surrender to Sambalt."

The face of the mercenary regiment sees Wolf with a slight eye. Listen to that.

"Damn it!"

Nika throws a knife. It swoops down the street through the meat on my cheeks.

"... why, why can't you avoid it!?

Kusha and Nika's face are distorted. I wanted you to be strong. So I wanted you to avoid it and say, "Who's dying, idiot?" But...

"Avoid, no reason"

Wolfe had no room or energy for it. Nika despairs of that.

"Just as Sambalt survived, so do you guys. If you have a neck for that, I'll give it to you. This is a drop. I put you on my own, that's the price. Don't get sick."

A deliberate face. Nika - trembles.

"What do you say to Lilya?

Wolfe's eyes open small. A rocking rocket.

"... I can't tell you anything. I have to say I was weak."

Nika holds her fist. Shake it up. But I can't swing it down. I know. As much as we already pack ourselves. I know so much about it. So I can't hit him like I always do. Because if I wave this fist down, I feel like I'm gonna wake up from a dream.

"My brother, where are you now?

In the meantime, Ulysses breaks in. The hand is blocked by anatol, even if one of the members tries to stop it.

"I don't know. Isn't he already killed? He died covering a guy like me. You can't float. I'm going to apologize for passing away."

Ulysses' fist blocked Wolf's words. It's not like there's love like Nika either. Just put your anger on that hand.

"Is your brother a fool for a man like you? Is your brother the one who tried to walk with you as king?

Ulysses was shaking. I understand. The path my brother chose. I couldn't even combine it with my weakness. I escaped, so I did my best, I couldn't even think about protecting myself from vulnerability.

"Your brother said he wanted to see the end of your life… what was it?!?

This tear was a disappointment in Wolfe and a despair of himself, and a pride in his brother, who pierced the knight. That's why I was able to wave this fist because it's Ulysses so inconsiderate with Wolfe.

"... haha, I wonder what it was. Really, I don't feel sorry for myself. Temeer's right. It was his discrepancy. I wasn't chosen."

Ulysses drops his shoulder. After all, my brother was different, Lord.

"The man is a 'lion sign'. I also have experience in engaging with 'Heavy Sun'. I thought you could win."

Anatol words. Wolfe's thirsty grin reacts pickly.

"But I was wrong. Now I lose, he's dead! That's the answer!? Isn't that enough? I don't want to see any more of my people die! It's ridiculous to know you're going to lose and still risk your life! If it's gonna be my neck, that's it!

Wolfe was a snob. I was making fun of myself. I was mistaken for a weak self, a strong self. The grin distorts. What the hell, it collapses.

"Not now. Instead, that man would have been complaining, wouldn't he? I knew you couldn't win right now. But it's also true that you in the future took the pinnacle, and there was no doubt about it. That's why a man named Euwayne put his life on the line today. To keep you alive in the future."

Wolfe grabbed Anatole's collar. Attract all your strength.

"Well, hello! Estaard has that man! Sambalt betrayed me! It's packed over there and over here! What more can I do!?

Sad Wolfe screams. Anatole grabs Wolf's collar the other way around.

"Scratch it! For what that man scratched, make it look like he's desperately trying to survive! If now is the bottom line, try to make it look a little better! Don't give up as long as you're alive! Know that to say you give up is a blasphemy to all those who are here now, and those who have died for you!

Wolfe further distorts his face in painful words. If I can do something about it, I'm doing it, even Wolf. I gave up because there was nothing I could do. Neither the thoughts of my fellow men nor the death of my fellow men have ever been taken lightly. I've lived with it on my back. Still, there's nothing I can do.

"Please, show us the rest of your dreams. Let me see the tomorrow that the men who died for you dreamed of by those who are here today."

Anatol let go of his hand. Estado army approaching behind. In front of you is the army of San Balto. Hell ahead of both of them missing. I don't know what to do.

"... lend me your sword. Two."

In Wolfe's eyes, just a little light.

"I'll lend you the spear!

The light also came back into Nika's eyes. The same goes for the others.

"There is no guarantee that the captain will forgive me. Then it's better to scratch our feet."

"I can tell you. If we survive this, let's go to Garias and have a good share of the dead! Hold a good woman, sleep in a fuzzy bed, and build strength!

"Being hit doesn't suit you sexually!

The black mercenary regiment is a group created by Wolf from scratch. Some were on the battlefield, some on the corner, in the back alley, in some settlement, gathered from various places. They are urban in origin and race, but the only thing we have in common is that Wolf is the person he wanted to walk with. And the more early members it is, the more pure it is. It looks like Wolfe. The root.

"So, is that Sambalt? Estado?"

"Both of them. I want a chance to win even if I scratch my feet. If it's enough to attack you with a rash, you'd better give me my neck."

Wolfe gets up. Worn out body, shattered mind. Connect where it's done and get up again. It was full of creativity - but only the eyes were alive.

"You haven't come yet.... peeing, your brother, you think he's already dead? Or do you think we're stopping the giant stars alive?

Wolfe's question. Ulysses wet his tears and strained his chest.

"Leonvern boys can't be frustrated! I'm sure, I'm sure you'll live...... no, you're definitely winning! That is a man named Euwayne of Leonvern!

That sounds like a blow to the armies of Estado, San Balto, in the distance. Wolff laughed when he heard that. To its strength, I can help a little.

"Okay, then I believe you! He's winning! Then naturally the chaser won't come! It's just my neck. El Sid's just rolling on the ground! Okay! Okay!

Wolf inspires himself. No sign of it, but it's not strange to have El Sid mixed up in that herd. That's all time has passed. By reason, I know I can't. The difference in power was obvious. There's no way I can have it. Not to mention the fact that you're winning.

"Bump through the estard in front of you. So I'm going east."

"East...... right!

"A thin bet, though. Assumption that the chaser will not come. Many of us are losing horses. If you come after me on horseback, it's naturally packed. Most likely to end up in jail."

Still moving forward. All in a state of war. Stare at the Estado army.

"I don't know. Yeah, but if Wolf's going, I'm going, too!

Nika was smiling. Even if we die, we're more like ourselves scratching our feet.

"Hiuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, it's hot"

The team stirs up as usual. Be ourselves until it's time to die.

"When it's over, I'll kill all the people I just incited. So don't die!

That's the way of life, the mercenary life of wandering out of the country. That's the only way to live.

"Yay! I've got a goal to live!

I'm not living this way with Dada or insanity. I like it and live it. Then die as you please. That is the way of life of the | Black Mercenaries (Noir Garou).

"The idiots. If you want to die so bad, follow me! Take care of him till he dies!

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

All wolves at hand. And the wolf is strong. The wolf herd rushes out.

"They're coming this way! Respond with a bow! Even if you rot," Black Wolf, "don't get wet!

The Estado army, which has been drinking scattered boiled water. There is no clue. You can shoot with an arrow, such as a walking wolf. That brings this fight to an end. The fast forward march of the Black Mercenaries also ends here.

"... I knew I didn't need it. I'll give it back, Nika."

Throw back the sword I borrowed from Nika, out of the box.

"Hey! It's a bluff! And I don't know what to do with my bare hands."

Wolfe accelerated before Nika finished. Bow rain from the front.

Wolfe is single. Accelerate even further. Fast enough not to think you're wearing heavy armor. The illusion is that a short distance would be comparable to a horse. The armies of Estard saw the king of black giant wolves in his appearance.

"Why!? Why don't you hit it! There's only one enemy!

The black wolf keeps pouring the rain of arrows on a piece of paper. Your cheeks are swollen, your arms are torn, and you still won't suffer any scratches that will interfere with your movements. Show movement as if you are cutting through everything.

"Temeer and the other three bows, do you want to hit them?"

Black Wolf, reach the front line. Naturally the enemy also responds with a spear, not a bow. Just flinch it.

"I'm... a Wolf from 'Black Wolf'!

He borrowed his sword from the enemy's waist, chopped his owner up and devoured the enemy group. Keep rambling around Wolfe. Too strong a force, the sword becomes intolerable. Each time he takes his sword from another soldier and chops up his enemies shortly after breathing intact.

And Estard remembered. It was overwhelming today due to the 'fierce sun', but the giant stars had to go out in the first place because nobody could stop this man but the giant stars. Neither "Harsh" nor "Fresh," nobody could win the fierce generals that Estaard boasted. Such monsters, they watched sweetly. It was not long ago that their heads remained ravaged by the raging sun.

"Sarasu, Captain! I'm falling in love with you!

The members who keep coming on board. Among other things...

"Let's get you out of here. This one's in a hurry!

Anatol from "Cry Spear". A mourning of death invites the Estado soldiers to heaven.

"Uh-oh! Cut me in! I'll kill you without them all!

Nika also responds with Euwayne planted minegosh. Words were the ultimate in beauty behind their backs, like killing their enemies to dance without all the attacks during the turmoil.

"I ate it!

Fold the enemy's sword. Fold. Fold. And cut off the bewildered enemy. Ulysses of Leonvern masterfully manipulates Breaker and chews off his enemies. The secret sword Leonvern boasts is the lion's fangs themselves.

They forgot. The strength of the Black Mercenaries.

The intense impression of the intense sun, on the contrary, drove them to death.

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El Sid was a face full of death fights for the first time in a long time. The lion's fangs were enough to entertain the giants. With satisfactory eyes, El Sid said,

"That was a good fight. I haven't seen that guy roll me around like this."

I spoke to Euwayne, whose neck was the only one. The face was a serene passing face of a man who fought with all his dying might and squeezed it to the end of his vigour.

"Oh, and then I'll eat you."

The aftertaste is from a moment. Once on fire El Sid is bottomless. The monster who kept eating the battlefield doesn't know where to stay. Wolf's horse is crushed. I remember the others had almost lost their 'feet'. If we go after him, we can kill him.

"It's no use. Everything is for nothing. You were dead when you stood before me."

El Sid shows a chase attitude. It can't be stopped by Euwayne, who has only his neck. Where Wolfe and the others knew nothing, the Wolfe's death was decided.

"Dear El Sid Campeador, the decree has taken the writ"

I see it, even if it's decided.

"Wang Yin? Guru, the corner was a good place. If you want to water my battle, you can tear me apart....... ugh!?

There was a stunning color on El Sid's face when he opened the letter. El-Side looks at Wolfe and the others, and at Euwayne's neck.

"... you want to escape me?"

I didn't even suspect my own victory as a shard. They were going to destroy every country to escape into San Baltic. More than I want to decide to eat than I want to get out, that is a matter to be reached. I was born under a star like that. The only exception is a giant star of the same size, and the fact that Lancelo let Ark get away with the stickiness of the threat he showed. And I just let him get away with it because I was satisfied, including Lancelo. Lancelo, in particular, was also stretched young. And in anticipation...

(... Why am I so obsessed with killing this guy in the first place? It was promising. Then you could have let him get away with it. Why do you need to jump so far?)

I realize how uncomfortable I am with myself this time. Greed I don't think I let Lancelo get away with. I thought I did that out of hunger, but even now of fullness, something complains about having to kill me.

"What's wrong?

"No, it's nothing. Return to El Reed immediately. The others continue to follow the mercenary regiment! They're on foot. Horse legs are easy to catch up with. Kill him for sure."

"What should I do if I go into Sambalt?"

"Keep it surrounded. If you're surrounded, Sambalt will be destroyed as soon as I get back."

"Oh, my goodness!

There was a grin on El Sid's face. That laugh is for a man who would still be on the run. Euwayne was right. The course of the times brought Wolf to life. Without a doubt Wolf will survive. I don't know what kind of hand to use. But El Sid feels it. That this heavenly fortune is that which the chosen one shall have.

"Come up! To me... be a man worthy of his neck!

The apex waits violently. One day, I'll be here.