Tower of Karma

Five hundred kilometers west of El Reed. There was a military port there. It is the stronghold of the world's most powerful naval warrior, the Harsh Sea. There was a line of shifting and strongest ships, unleashing the style that the king of the sea deserved. The only thing that comes out of that ship...

She was a red-haired woman. Officials at the military port twisting their necks when they see it. I wonder if there was such a beauty in "The Fiery Sea". There's no way I'd let a woman on a boat in the first place. They were confused by the rumbling.

"Nice to meet you, ladies and gentlemen of Estado. My name is Apollonia of Arkland, of Garnia, king of Arkland. How dare you?"

A moment of silence. It was the knights jumping out of each ship that broke it. They were all uniformly worn out. Unscratched is about Apollonia, and everyone else has been diving through the dead line.

"Then, stupid! What's wrong with Master Pinot, you lonely island countrymen!

You finally understand what's going on, and the Estado side responds.

But the lowest spear to cut ahead, the 'Swan' Lowenglin, suppressed its start.

"Pinot Sid Campeador is the bottom of the ocean with our 'Iron Knight'. This one also made a commensurate sacrifice. Hence, you can't lose on land!

Magnificent and rigid spears. Blood tides dance.

"Spear number two. Sort of good. Let me clear my depression at sea!

Euphemia wields a uniquely shaped sword. Twin blades with large blades in both directions. I can't wield it with my arms, so I hit my inappropriately armored heels and wield my rebellion with centrifugal force, using the momentum I once gained. A sword more luxurious than it looks. Euphemia used some of Leonvern's most difficult sword moves to handle.

"An enemy general? That distance... is not a safe zone."

Big bow. The more I suspected people could pull, the more it conceived the sacred atmosphere of choosing what to use heavily. It's the treasure of this man's family, the Bow Knight.

"Shoot through, failnote"

Fail Note. Its destructive power is the longest and largest of weapons released by manpower. If it hits, it dies instantly, and if it does, it can't be combated. Even if you don't hit it, you lose your temper. And it's the 'Bow Knight' Tristrum that deals with it. Essential.

The enemy general blew up, and the field became chaotic at once. Knights descending from the ship one after another. We were all united to free ourselves from the sea and fight life.

In the meantime, Apollonia stands still.

What comes to mind is the figure of Pelinoa, "Iron Knight", the ancient knight king who made him his father's comrade of war and a friend of the ancient knowledge, and who had increased his competition on his youth. To him without children Apollonia was like a grandson like his daughter. For the Apollonia he loves...

"We're on the continent, Perinoa. Thanks to you, I didn't have to miss. You accepted my selfishness with a smile. Thank you."

Nothing is fearless of death. Is there anything I can laugh at when I'm told to die? But Pelinoa laughed. I smiled and accepted death. For Apollonia's sake, let's throw all our lives, including our own soldiers. And I'll make sure they blow a bubble in the fierce sea.

'Old-fashioned short life, let us dedicate ourselves to a king named you. Bear our death, and shine on the battlefield. We'll wait in the afterlife as a liquor dish.

Boneless helmet holding on the side. It is the only relic left behind by Pelinoa. Put that gently on land. The Iron Knight tomb should be on land, and in order for us to see our own fast-forward march that begins here, we have to build it on this land. Plus the warrior's grave, not enough blood and iron.

"Watch. This is my Apollonia fight."

The flames of the Red Lotus burn. Apollonia's life set the ship on fire on the Arkland side.

Against that background Apollonia moves forward. On the sea they could not show themselves as kings. As a result, I lost a knight I had long been gracious to. I lost a lot of my men. It's all because of my immorality. Still, the loyalists carried me here. If...

"Retreat"

I have to show you a sign of kingship. We need to show them that we are going to be the champions of this world. The world. This is...

"Hey, what are you doing!? Why, why, why did we hear the words of a woman who is our enemy and clear the way!? Why isn't this leg moving dull!?

Apollonia of Arkland. Continental, let war befall you.

"Forward, princess. You are our king."

Baylin makes Red Lotus cloak flutter on Apollonia. Garnian champion who inherits the blood of Garnias, the red king of Arkland. Followed the twelve knight kings with strength. Such a monster has finally descended into the world.

"I command you in the name of Apollonia of Arkland! Stain the blood on everything in this place! It is for those scattered in the sea!

Roaring enough to rock the world. Red lotus explodes. My enemies and allies will tremble. This gravity is not the kind of thing you would wear at this young age. Born champions, and numerous real-life experiences, created this monster.

Exactly.

"Oops!

The knights roar. They who respond are also attracted to the gravitational pull of Apollonia. For better or worse, this is what grown-ups do. The business of carrying people.

A gene of the king descended on the continent. It is a flame that spreads further war and chaos on this continent. He was a monster who was loved by battle, loved battle, and even spared his life for battle.

○

El Sid was taking a trip to the royal palace in El Reed. And his face is a treacherous thing. Originally fearful, but now he was releasing an aura that no one could get close to.

"Sir Greater Campeador is here. Everybody take your seats."

A room in the royal palace. That's the height of the martial arts officer only Campeador can put in. Ten seats were provided. The empty seat was accompanied by a bloody flower, the national flower of Estado. There's another seat available, but nobody cares about where it is. Because even in case of fire, it is unlikely that the person in that seat will be able to vacate his place of assignment.

"Don't keep everyone together. First, explain the situation to me."

El Sid sitting in the upper seat with Dosari. A slender, long woman rises.

"This Elvira Campeador will explain to you as you cross the border."

"Put it in a nutshell. I don't need decorations."

"I understand."

Elvira Campeador, son of the fifth son of El Sid, grandson, of roughly the same generation as the sons of the sixtieth station. The armpit wasn't that far away, but she was the only talented woman among the beheaded women given the name of Campeador.

"First, Lady El Sido leaves for San Balto. This is what happened two weeks ago. Reaching the San Baltic border line, a week before the beginning of the engagement with Wolf the Black Wolf, about two days before that, Apollonia reached the military port of Erbik. The people of Elbik missed the military harbor in the sea of fire, but the food and treasure they had stored were taken away."

"Why did Pinot end up here? In this short period of time, you have gained the degree of skill beyond his fierce sea?"

"I got testimony from a surviving soldier. I don't know if their operation... should be called an operation."

Mouthful Elvira. El Sid shows frustration at the look of it.

"I thought you said I didn't need decorations."

"Also, sorry!

Elvira lowering her head in a hurry. How Campeador, though, is only a slightly promising descendant for El Sid, and only a replaceable part that is enough to sweep and throw away. If you feel like it, you can't complain about being killed instantly.

"They've hit the ship from the front. Naturally, this ship is the most powerful ship in the world, and if hit, victory is inevitable. But they still didn't stop bumping into each other. As a result, the Battle of the Fiery Sea fleet, which was taken by numerous wreckages, entered the total battle by allowing the enemy to penetrate. At the time of the assault by the ship, the Iron Knight, who had cut off the front line and stormed, broke into Pinot's ship with his dead body, and was brought to the bottom of the sea together… All the convoys that lacked the" Fiery Sea "were taken over and landed on that side with their feet, supposedly."

The first line stops at the wreckage of the penetrating ship, and the second one boards the ship with the foot stopped and destroys the enemy. Totally unreasonable extremes. It's not a sane shack, such as hitting a ship from the front at sea in the first place. A glimpse of the anomaly of a country called Arkland, of Iron Knight Pelinoa, who bought it and left.

"Iron Knight, huh? I did it once, but you didn't look so crazy."

The fourth son, Che Sid Campeador, recalls an old battle. Knight among the knights who served as the right wing of the Knight King. Che Sid remembers that the way the battle was played was also faithful to the basics and a good one.

"Is he a king with the 'power' to make it so? As Pinot said, it's a nasty enemy."

As Pinot's best friend, his brother of almost the same generation, Dino Sid Campeador, his fiftieth son, opens his mouth. Che, a distant campeador of the year, stares at Dino. Dino shook his head and pressed silently, for Christ's sake.

"Where are the Arklands now?

El Sid's Question.

"They scattered to the three sides when Elbik arrived. Use the three cities of Elga, Elrona and Elsara as bases. We're rounding up the West at a steep rate."

"Fine. I'm leaving."

El Sid rises. I came back here until the war was stopped. I can't help but want to burn it right now.

"Please wait. It's still half."

El Sid stops his nearly stepped foot. A few strangers also saw Elvira in the shadows.

"What do you mean, half? I guess it's enough to stop my leg."

El Sid stares at Elvira. He was a frightened Elvira for a moment, but nodded softly.

"As with the invasion of Arkland, Nedeluxe marched, Elmas De Gran was dropped."

El Sid, and a few campeadors I didn't know, also open their eyes.

"Soldiers, of course, were killed by all citizens and slaves. That seems to have caused a delay in the information. The main enemy forces are Jacqueline of the 'White Rose', Marslan of the 'Red Ghost', Rheinberga of the 'Reaper', and the general commander is' Blue Guido 'Rudolph Les Hersburgs"

"Whoa. Isn't that the total power of the Nederks? Whatever St. Lawrence is, what the hell are the Arcadians doing?

"Are you an idiot? I'm sure it's up to Strakless."

"According to this information, we've dropped some bases. Well, for a sword general, it would be an adult battle result."

The purposeful campeadors. So much for Nedeluxe's unexpected move. The march is too well timed. If this is' by chance ', it is not false in the sign of the Son of God.

"As you know, Elmas De Gran is a stronghold against Nederks for Estado and is Estado's strongest fortress city. Naturally we also pack Campeador. The best general in the defense, Ralo Sid Campeador."

"... has Laro been discussed? Who took it? The man's force was second only to mine. You can't have one scratch on someone in line."

Campeador is entrusted with the strongest city. If the sea were Pinot, the land would be Lalo, and both sides would have been out of the campeador on this occasion as successor candidates for El Sid. situation that we both lack that. I can't even laugh at the boulder El Sid.

"Rheinberga, it is Rheinberga li Parizida of 'Reaper'"

"Is that all there is to it? The powerful man who crossed with that man, I see, funny!

El Sid sitting in a dusty chair. Arkland, Nedeluxe or El Sid and get lost. Both are quality battlefields. If you make the wrong choice in the first place, it involves the survival of the state. It is deadly to deal with both the vast estards of the territory and the same Seven Kingdoms, the Nederks, and the up-and-coming Arkland. We have to deal with this calmly.

"And the man, the 'Hero King' Welkingetrics, has temporarily stepped across the border, violated territory, slaughtered this soldier, and then returned to his country."

"Why are there soldiers near the border of that country? I thought he told you not to irritate me while I was gone."

Elvira looks in trouble.

"That's the report that, as a result of pursuing the Black Wolf, we've moved on to the border near St. Lawrence's,"

El Sid can grasp the emptiness for a moment with a name he never thought of. But in the next moment everything was connected. El Sid's mouth angle rises to the answers begun.

"... ku, ku, ku, ku, ku, ku, ku! I see, there you are, kid! Driven by the hipsters of Saint Baltic, they stopped binary or ternary, and found a muscle of life in them? It is a wise eye! What about the bodies of the werewolves?

"We can't confirm it as it stands. Perhaps Welkingetrics has secured his identity."

El Sid breathed heavily. And look up to heaven.

"The wolf lads, Arkland, Nederks, and the hero king. This worked all at once. Isn't that just the tumult! Arcadia and Ostberg also fought to the death. Back there, Ostberg seems to have had a fight with Garias as well. Can this happen? I didn't want these interesting times to come while I was alive."

El Sid sees his hand. Musculoskeletal, body still unknown to decay. But time always kills creatures. Sooner or later, the day may come when we must leave the battlefield. But I made it. At this time when we are still able to maintain our peak, the twist of the times has come.

"This big wave will probably be the last time I run. All of you! There is no guarantee that I will survive in this day and age. It is not strange when you die. [M] In fact, Pinot and Laro are dead. That's the time!

El Sid laughed. Fun times come. The smell of aromatic blood and iron will fill the continent. I can't help but look forward to seeing what happens to me beyond that, to live, to die.

The giant star greeted him with a grin. The dawn of a new era.

○

Youth wind alone on the exterior walls of Elmas de Gran. I was feeling the twist of the times. There was confusion there. itself is also one of them. Confusion, chaos, the time has come for the mightiest to shine. The world will continue to accelerate until more times are won than this.

"The world in my hands... isn't it a pattern?"

Youth laugh bitterly. The Promised Son of God who has triumphed at birth. With the kind of heavenly luck that promises to culminate in any age, we have no idea what we're going to do first from here.

"But hey, greed, I have to... I don't think so either."

Desire swirling lower boundaries. Among other things, the time to come will be a time of further professional appetite. Winning those times was obsessive, and the youth could not.

The great grin of a hero king, one word at a time, echoes the youth.

"I searched for you, son. The military debate has already begun!

Rudolph Les Hersburg laughs bitterly. This thought is pointless. I am the Son of God, and I have a Reaper. I don't deserve to think about losing. He is a winner. Even the reaper was drawn in by the gravitational pull of the winner.

"Well, from now on, I was going to your tits. No."

Rudolph therefore stopped thinking. Live fluffy and enjoyable as usual.

A fortified city built with the prestige of Estado. The Son of God stands on a high wall that has tormented Nederks for years. With the Reaper, we glimpse the world.