Tower of Karma

Blue Guido, Rudolf Les Hersburgs, who heard the report, was trembling. A pawn he moved lightly was taken over by a special brilliant pawn. It's just a little, that's all I meant. It is within the assumption that Marslan will come to apologize for being bounced back and accept it and push the challenge again, I was thinking so.

"Boy, be sure"

Even Rheinberga, who is saying so, saw the inner agitation through.

The surroundings, especially those wrapped in red armor, were beyond the bounds of agitation. Some burn backwards with a red face, while others are struck by despair with a blue face. Those who shed tears of tears, those who could roar like a fiery fire, were all crushed by unbelievable facts.

"Sure, the more you hate it, the more you're smart."

Everyone doesn't talk. But everyone understands. In this case, the Marslan discussed is also bad, but Rudolph, who let go of the hand used by the opponent, is the worst. My delirium went too far.

"Marslan is surprisingly soft on the head with that. He used to go through it in the old battle, but he didn't deny anything new. Jacqueline's a little hard on that."

Rudolph scratches his shin and head u.

"It was the person I needed the most from now on. You think they took it? Am I the one who ordered it? Ha, that's the funniest story, isn't it? That's what they call the Son of God, right?

Rudolph took his hand off his blurred head.

The only thing that lives in that eye is...

"It's superior, Arcadia. I'll tell you who I am and how Nedeluxe is going to evolve. Are you after Spilche? I won't do it, Temeer and the others won't even get a grab of dirt. The wind is still blowing on me!

Pure anger. He was angry at the fact that there was no man named Marslan in his luck to the person who had taken his pawn, to himself who had lost his pawn, and to himself even this period, who was still twisted.

"Shall I call Jacqueline back? If you hit it with total power."

"You idiot. You think you can make it by moving Jacqueline on the other side? Why do we have to abandon Elmas De Gran in the first place? I won't let that go. Of course I won't give you Spirce either. It's time to get Frandelen back."

Rudolph saying a mess. But there are no lies in those eyes. Not to mention Frandelen, neither of whom seem to be furry enough to let go. I have the strength to fight. All the power, there was a lack of pawns to manipulate it. Nedeluxe has no talent. Admiral Arcadia will stop the talented army.

"You took it from me. Then be prepared twice, you mortals."

It happened. Because I happened to have an opportunity, because I was blessed with an opportunity, and therefore the Son of God was twisted. The elements for taking back Marslan had been aligned indefinitely. Exactly heaven's luck, nothing will ever be able to read that. Because I don't even know who I am.

Where no one knows much, the fate of both countries leans heavily.

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Bernhardt's army was victorious with the momentum of the bamboo. Marching so fast and momentum that sometimes we even leave our allies behind. They understood. that this battle is a battle against time. There are no stronger enemies than pulling out Marslan. If you reach Spirce by the time reinforcements from your home country arrive, you will win.

"We can go! Spirce is right in front of you!

Gilberto's jaws fly. Morale goes up the eel.

Bernhardt in the centre, Gilberto on the left, Hilda on the right, these three teams march in tandem. Katachi specialising in central breakthroughs. I ran a straight distance from Browstat to Spirce all at once with this snail. Attack only the forts on that road. Only a minimal battle, just a march of disease thunderstorms.

"Now for the ninth time, we can climb!

We attacked this point less than a month ago. There is no rest after a day, and the fatigue of the soldiers is far beyond its limits. Still, it is only with the charisma of the Admiral Bernhardt, and the two newfound, heroic eggs, that their morale is high.

"I can!"

Bernhardt was convinced that this ambush, which he dared not report, would succeed. Honestly, I didn't even think this fight would haunt me so well as Bernhardt. A category that is too much for even being able to pick up Marslan. The original aim was to give the Gilbertos a good experience, and that was all I had in mind.

I poured everything into my own son this winter. And seeing the bloodline of the finished sword saint, he felt the height that the bloodline had reached, and Bernhardt let out his greed. A talent that can even 'overwhelm' Marslan if the conditions are right. Blood muscle, talent, effort, and environment, all pieces fitted in, beyond Bernhardt's imagination.

(Beyond Father, Beyond Three Nobles, And Now Changes Arcadia History)

Gilberto's win at the time he let Marslan hit that hand. Because Gilberto's conditions swayed, Bernhardt took over, but even the three nobles could be overwhelmed as long as the conditions were in place. I was blinded by its strength.

(This gives Gilberto an excuse to inherit the house. He even took Spirce as my deputy general. Who can I complain to? Now Osvalt is Yasutai, and I can hide slowly too)

It's not like my brother doesn't have talent either. Only talent would be in Bernhardt or so. That's why Gilberto stands out. Obviously, it's because my brother, who's not supposed to be ordinary, gets summery. The difference left Herbert, my brother, with some distortion.

(I'll stand on the arrow and discuss it. I haven't done this once before, such as discussing it with my family if you think about it. I thought it would be different for my family to be the head of a martial arts family, but if I hid away, I would be free. You can take your time discussing it. Until we can tell -)

Finally my shoulder load came down. Baldias would all give up his seat to the White Knight, too. Our time has come to an end. I leave anything to Gilberto, to Carl waving the sword Gilberto. I'm ready for that.

(And then there's one tiny city in front of me. I don't even feel anything in particular. Peaceful, isn't there even a decent defense force, rather than reinforcements from the king's capital?)

Attack at once. We were able to reach it before we could get any information on the march. So quiet.

Yes, I didn't feel uncomfortable here. It therefore begins with this.

(This is the last time we hurry. And then let's live loose)

Destroyer of dreams comes.

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A group of reds suddenly appeared on the sides of the three squads. From the Arcadia army, on the right are ambushes using uneven terrain, on the left are ambushes hidden in small woods, both of which are not enough to stop the Bernhardts in momentum.

"Condolences? Ha, because this is what he wants to die for!

Hilda on the right gives me a gaze on the side, but maintains momentum forward. Red armor is a testament to the army of 'red', Marslan's men. The heat of hatred is troublesome, but Commander's absence is too painful to stop the Hilders today.

A horseback riding regiment that goes hand in hand. A luxurious soldier with red armor protrudes. to the action of hiding in the mask and not seeing his face but tongue out and standing his middle finger towards Hilda,

"That's a lot of bad behavior. But..."

Disrupt Hilda's mood. But...

"I don't have time to fool around right now."

So Hilda was not foolish enough to disturb the line. The luxurious soldier snorts when he sees it.

"That's a no-no. It's packed anyway... die flashy."

Gyuru, in an instant, I'm changing the direction of the horse. A fierce sign of boiling at the same time. Hilda's sensation tells of danger. Luxurious soldiers and Hilda's army, their sides come into contact. And a spraying blood breeze. Its red armored soldiers eat and scatter the sides as they cleverly replace their long objects and swords.

"Become!? My soldiers are supposed to get hit so easily."

The unblemished red soldier is stained black with blood as he returns.

Gilberto's elite was also ravaged by the red army on the left. It is, of course, absolutely more disadvantageous than getting into it from the side. It's a formation that only protrudes through the front. I understood the risk. But still, this misery is unlikely.

"What's happening!? Why is there so much talent in 'Red' without reinforcements!?

Marslan's proximity has decreased its numbers a lot this past month. A mourning battle with enthusiasm that could be set up many times, every time I started it back and moved on. We should no longer be running out of talent. At least, there can't be Gilberto's squad, an arm and a commanding man who can sniff the weaker part of that side and assault it there.

"Don't be offended. You guys are excellent, too. But we were just a little better than you."

Red armor waves the spear endlessly. That sounds...

"A souvenir to the underworld."

Bernhardt sensed a side crisis, but still did not change course. Winning is before. Even though it has a stronger atmosphere now, I don't have time for a small group of people. If we drop ahead, we win. I can already see it, if you drop that city.

"There is no sign of a strong general. As long as we have this momentum, we have a little bit of a breakdown."

If only Spirce had dropped that mountain city...

"There are no soldiers in that city, are there? It's exactly what Temeer sees."

Suddenly in the direction of progress, a man of black armor appeared. If you look closely, the soil is served. A platter that tells like a little wall, a man who showed up more than behind it.

When he saw the man, Bernhardt peeled off his eyes.

"I feel too much going that way. That's why I can't even spot these stupid hands. I don't even realize there's a little army in hiding."

Black, red, and blue armies stood on the soil served. Not so many in themselves. But the black that stands in its center, the king of wolves that stands in the center of black...

"Ma, you win too much. You better know what it means to beat that little guy and his opponent so far. A shake of luck, if it's ever been heaven... hell from here."

Exceptional. The atmosphere is so sumptuous that even myself, an Arcadia general. I lay quietly down with that fang in my arms. Bernhardt despairs of that. I have complete control from Max to Zero. At least that's how Bernhardt felt.

"Black Wolf's, Wolf!

Bernhardt and I know his name. A masterpiece that made a jump name for itself with the White Knight in the offensive at Frandelen. It is also new to my memory that I have wielded strength as a diner in San Balto and have achieved many results. And tore to El Sid, and Bernhardt did not know beyond.

"I've been calling myself Wolf Gunk Strider lately. Remember now the name of those that slay Temeer and others, and the name of the future king. It will naturally be in the history books as well. Preview it!

Out-of-digit atmosphere. Bernhardt's army to be drunk by it. The foot of a horse that proceeds unconsciously.

"I didn't see my foot because I was just looking up there."

A fence made of wood appears from beneath the soil, as it sweeps it up. The tip was pointy, and it was pointing toward the armies of Arcadia.

"Shima,... hold on!

"Let's get started. Your comeback, your sacrifice, is Temeer and the others!

Waiting for the atmospherically swallowed Arcadia army was a large mouthed wolf fang.

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I didn't have time to slow down and my wooden fangs ate on the front line. Something skewered from horse to horse, something bounced off the horse and slapped to the ground, something crashing into horseback riding before it was stopped and disoriented, there was as much tragedy there as there was.

"Hey, it's been a long time since the ground, Admiral."

Bernhardt, who was cutting and running ahead of him, did not take the form of a skewer, but lost his horse and was thrown out in front of the wolf.

"Oh, my God, I can still do it"

Bernhardt pulls out his sword well and stands on the ground. Wolfe accordingly pulled out two swords as well. Bernhardt narrows his eyes gently, staring at the wolf's wrapped atmosphere, and Bernhardt exhales quietly.

(This is a win)

My dreams collapsed. About the house, the rest of my life, everything blows up.

All that's left is...

"All troops retreat. I!

It was my duty as First Army General of the Kingdom of Arcadia.

Voice volume enough to barometric pressure the Wolf in front of you. Just one voice expands to all battlefields.

"Without shaking your sides, back off! Our castle, even Browstat!

Wolff waved his sword silently at Bernhardt. Bernhardt...

"I'll be the Lord. Don't let each self forget its role!

Accept the blade by turning all your power toward Wolf. The sword that I called General Sword, the sword that I polished up after half a century, was ripe enough for me to be talentless.

"Eh. I knew the battlefield was good. I met this guy."

Atmosphere with Osvalt's sword and Admiral's weight added. And another was equipped with the last glow in the name of the final death. Probably the most powerful sword of Bernhardt's life, full of obsession.

"Temee la! Respectfully, do your best! Don't let one ant get away with this!

"Aye, boss!

I can yell a few black people who refrain next to Wolfe. And a few of them, wrapped in red armor that had been eaten by Hilda and Gilberto's line, could also roar. Luxurious soldiers engaged with Hilda take off their masks. Hilda was surprised to see that face. Pretty much according to the guy.

"You were a woman."

The words touched the inverse scales of men and women, Nika.

"You've got a good heart. I don't care what you think, Maiden, but Gora!

Nika threw a long object without any preliminary motion. Hilda, who is delayed in dealing with this because he didn't think he was going to release the Lord's Army. Receive enemies with skillful handrail judgment in that gap. I punched my sword in. Timing you won't make it. A running light runs on Hilda's head.

"Dear Hilda!

A loyal minister who served Gardner for many years offered himself. Unlike the strong cleavage muscle the man had, a sharp cleavage muscle ran over the man's upper body.

"Oh, run away. Admiral, this is an order... su"

The space created when a man's body leaned down, where Nika's hand-throating knife runs. An act of battle that is inflexible and spontaneous. Each quality is also the domain of masters. It can't be easy to say it's clever. It is the omnipotence gained at the end of the bloody training.

"Damn!?

I take a knife by the belly of my sword with a sword. Heavy response to the split the woman threw in no motion.

"I'm leaving!

Hilda's decision was quick. It was the bitter experience in Laconia that gave her the speed of judgment. Nika will also successfully engage in the necessary offensive to create an attitude of withdrawal. The skill was so strong that there was no gap in Nika's entrance.

"Well, that one seems to retreat well. How about you?

"Damn, you mean the Black Mercenaries!?

The spearsman wrapped in red armor was fleshy on Gilberto. Too lightly Gilberto trained soldiers are ravaged. So strong, it was an unparalleled strength.

"That's just strong. Can't I win alone?"

Gilberto's sword moves. I cleverly slit a piece of space in my throat, a piece of paper, to let Anatole's spear slip in.

"So, if so, I will join the war myself!

Ulysses, a black mercenary regiment newcomer, captured the back of Gilberto trying to chase him. Gilberto waves his sword aggressively, but it is in itself a Ulysses trap. Lion's fangs are eaten.

"I ate it!

A Ulysses breaker tangles Gilberto's sword. Because the sword was too good to be broken instantaneously, he turned it away from his hand.

"Damn!?

Gilberto is deprived of a sword that can become a swordsmanship he has never experienced. Anatol's spear shot out as if he had aimed there. A blow that grinds Gilberto's belly.

"It's hard to believe we've cornered Marslan with this. Or do you have something you're hiding? If you do, you better get it out of here."

Know Marslan well Anatole twists his neck. Gilberto is certainly strong now. But it was not as good as that of the Three Kings. At least three nobles at the point of Anatole's knowledge, I don't think I can beat any of them.

"If you don't want to die like that,"

The spear of death is imminent. There is no sword to resist. Behind him, Ulysses also shot him in the neck. Fatal wounds to the belly or neck, either way.

"It's like a drop, division chief!

It was Carl's men who took it, and the two of them who had been slapped into various things as sides since Bernhardt came to Browstat.

"Ya die suck. I'm going to beat the crap out of you."

Frank;

"I don't even feel like I can beat this little one. I'll die."

It was Ignaerts.

With the exception of Gilberto, as a side, most rigorously trained by Bernhardt, they were recognised as excellent pairs in the browstat, both in fame.

"Thank you very much, division chief."

The sword picked up by Ignaerts is passed to Gilberto. The two of you who saw it,

"I solidified around with some allies. This little one..."

Frank successfully manipulated the horse toward Ulysses.

"We'll stop it! Now..."

Frank and Ignaerts attacked at the same time. Long spears wielded by tall Frank and long swords wielded by tall Ignaerts staggered, pushing Ulysses just slightly outward.

"" It's a one-strike! "

At that moment, it fills me with explosive killing. Just a fluctuation of intent to kill towards Anatole in one piece. It is a sharp, beautiful, supreme sword. of a man who lives as a sword and dies as a sword,

"I see this is it!?

True appearance. Anatole flied backwards with his horse as a shield. A moment's judgment, that strangeness saves Anatole's life. The horse's neck that is cut off at that instant. The cross section was too sharp. The horse hasn't even noticed it was slashed.

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It was the convex combination of Frank and Ignatz that stopped Gilberto from trying to hunt him down silently.

"That's it. It doesn't make sense to go deep. It's time to leave."

"Don't be ridiculous. Spirce is right there, and so is Father."

"I'm kidding. I'm like a division leader. Where is the division leader who ignores the General's call to leave? Chill your head."

They were calm on this occasion. William and I ran around the battlefield more than once, fought more than once, fled, and the sense of survival cultivated there lived here. Bernhardt tapped into his ability to do so.

Their roots were William, and it was Bernhardt who finished them off as soldiers, excellent soldiers who were each poured in but thus born.

"The Admiral can't do this anymore. Then the division chief would know what to do."

abandoning that great grace Bernhardt, there is no way there is no bitterness there. Still, they advance their retreat with Bernhardt's will. Ulysses' sword. Now Gilberto flaunts it magnificently. Gilberto made up his mind, distorting his face and eating up his teeth.

"Gilberto, we're pulling out! I'll cut the road!

Invert the horse. That meant goodbye to my father. Frank and Ignaerts will follow suit and shape the squad. The pursuit of Ulysses, and Anatole, who has procured horses from somewhere, also joins the pursuit. Successfully, Gilberto started the retreat a few minutes late for Hilda.

All that remained was the central army of the Bernhardt main unit, already without legs, its front line.

"I have no remorse. I poured everything in. I'll give it to you if it's okay with my neck, which is no longer a shell. I don't mean for free."

Spraying sentiment made Wolfe laugh. As soon as Nedeluxe hired me, I was able to meet like this. After all, I am blessed. I would not have been able to break this readiness by myself until last year. I have a great opponent in front of me to test my growing self.

"Back in the day, 'General Sword' Bernhardt von Osvalt!

"Come, young man! Wolf Gank Strider!"

"Thanks for remembering. You're the first person I've met since my benefactor gave me that name. I'll make it a shameless battle for you."

The mood for cracking staggered.

Arcadia suffered an unprecedented loss on this day.