Tower of Karma

Ulysses realized that he himself had reached an extreme state of concentration. A battlefield that flows as much as too much rage. As a result of eating my best, I was able to transcend nature and myself. And that's not just me. Most of them I was following remembered the feeling.

The normal field, the normal opening, the battlefield that started there are still no special movements in the movement itself. It was just 'fast', and 'fast' was everywhere, as if it were even fast shipping. Two monsters are creating that 'speed'.

Even Ulysses, the newcomer on the battlefield, understands. They are meeting through themselves and the soldiers, even if they do not meet directly. The different methods, in a completely close form, they control.

"I'm sorry. … my blade is still unreachable"

Ulysses apologizes for his pale thoughts. The difference in his power was so wide open. Wolfe, his own head, is above, of course, but William, who is close to hatred to himself, is also heavenly again. There was a difference in force. That's too far away, too far away to laugh at...

"Though you must not admit... you are a man who disobeys chivalry"

Ulysses disgrace herself for not being able to contain the highs in her chest. William waving the baton in heaven with Wolfe running through the earth. They were two completely different people, but both had beauty together. It entails what should be called an aura as a hero. There is a world that only the two of us see. We will not resonate with them in a true sense, as long as we are kept alive in that world.

"How can I be attracted to this?

A glow between heroes. The resonance between the two spreads to the battlefield. A battlefield carrying a tremendous amount of heat, no one or he can control himself. William just manipulates me, just chases Wolf, a white knight and a black wolf knight. I guess we're only swords and shields.

"Focus, Ulysses! Carve this day on your chest. It is not a battle that is rarely seen. This is even my first time in the history of war. You're twisted. This is the year you can taste it."

Even Anatol was floating in the heat. The exalted expression is like a maiden in the midst of her first experience. Anatol is not the only one. We were experiencing a similar climax, just like our enemy allies. Regardless, I guess Ulysses looks just like them again.

"We do everything we can!

There is no way to learn from this. For Ulysses and the next generation, the battle between the two, which is now just about to culminate, was full of learning. Ulysses luck to stay there. The impact of this battle on the next generation is immeasurable.

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William frowned. The second day I started taking command, it started to make a difference early on. Earlier than expected, William narrows his eyes and stares at the battlefield.

Subtle high and low differences that were formed before the battlefield began. There was already a slight difference. The local interest is slightly William. A war in the form of an advantage for William, just two days from then...

(Stronger and faster than expected. How much did you do on the battlefield?)

The difference is gone. On the contrary, he's starting to lag a little behind Wolf's speed. Wolf's command is basically movement in sensitivity. Wolf's gravity is leading them. Undeterministic and unconventional. It is only a tactic with a strong herd that can share a worldview with him. William against is taking a systemic tactic full of decisions. That's totally a tactic of thought.

(This one is pushed away as soon as there is a communication of information. For the cumbersome minutes of every decision, it's hard to get over well on the battlefield. It's still far from complete. If the battlefield was a little wider, we could beat it.)

Complexity and simplicity, high intensity are the simple ones. Tactics that relied on more primitive 'sensibilities' were overtaking William's 'thinking' in this fast and narrow battlefield. There is no reason for 'thinking' to be inferior to 'sensibility' if there is a technique of accurate and fast information transmission in a wide area.

"Master William! The Tyrus squad can't make it.... will be unplugged!

But on the scale of this battlefield, in modern technology...

"Minimize the holes that have been pulled out. Oigen, what happened to Hilda's unit?

"Martha's, it looks like it was put out on 'Red'. A little further than the predetermined position!

(The horse. No, the bad news is that I, the head, couldn't keep up with the intent. What did it well was a group of black mercenaries who used Marthus' movements to push the opposite side all at once. Do you want to improvise this special move? As much as I envy you, wolves)

There were also many situations where sensibility prevailed over thought. In the end, thoughts are not catching up with reality. William's imaginary ideals were too high. It is a snail of war to be realized in the far future. There are still too many pieces missing in this day and age.

"Wolf, Nika has Ulysses missing... not this way?

The army that pulled this way out continues unabated. That direction of travel goes beyond the browstat.

"The aim is the bridge. I can't take care of you in time. Now we give priority to dealing with Marsus and Anatole."

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Behind the browstat is a bridge under construction. Although it has not yet been completed, suspension bridges have been erected to allow people and things to come and go. The Williams wouldn't have made it if they hadn't used it. Well, William was the only one who had it ready.

(Come on, lady, it's work. If I insist that I am not a guest, should I buy you some time?)

William puts his hands together. The soldiers, who cared behind them, remembered their part all the time. It's not their job to think. Don't worry about it. Because only a very small number of people are given the role of thinking.

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Anatole looked at William, the unhurried enemy, a soldier who came to kill him without hesitation, and anxiety broke his heart. It should be fatal to be dropped the bridge. They can do it too to the extent that they can't get through the unfinished bridge.

I'm sure you can see a little more rush.

The only information the Nederks side could have against the back of the browstat was that there was a bridge in the process of being built. They don't know how complete it is right now or what the situation is right now.

"We just do what we have to do!

Anatol shook off his thoughts that he had no choice but to think. He waves his defeat and spear at Marsus, a red armored man struggling nearby. I can't beat the ones that are still young. Anatol is convinced that he can stretch himself out. Anatol, still in his thirties, looked loosely beyond forty. I care a lot.

"That's right. This is more than the back of a turtle."

Malthus' honest praise breaks my heart. I blushed into a horse with an enemy soldier's sword on it in the gap. A horse that slightly disintegrates the surprise posture. Get back on your feet and build on that momentum.

"Immature!"

A poke that puts life into itself that has created a gap. The spear pierced his opponent with momentum.

"Brilliant, the second spear Nedeluxe boasts, the name 'Cry Spear' is not Dada. My father used to praise me, too. He said there was an amazing man downstairs."

"Not yet immature. By the way, I'm Jean Ja... under two Jacqueline, nearly ten different from Lord Marslan. You have a few words down there. It's a long way off."

"... also, I'm sorry"

Marsus finally perceived the atmosphere of Anatole. From now on, I made a firm vow to be careful. By the way, Jacqueline is also a sprinkler, so Marthus and the youngsters don't tell me what they all thought was their generation.

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"Ha, an out-of-the-box white knight is no big deal!

Having left the White Knight's front, Wolfe and others push for a bridge that should be under construction at once from the big outside of the outer edge of the browstat. There were fewer than a hundred soldiers, but all showed monstrous mobility because of the cavalry and the elite among them.

"If this doesn't work on the bridge, then Nika's right."

Wolff's farcical words, Nika groans at Wolfe.

"Damn, isn't that how you say it like there's something going on? If you don't know, say it, you idiot."

With a roaring Nika on her ass, Wolfe feels the person pulled out behind her back. The atmosphere is unshakeable and there is no fine dust.

"I'd say it if I knew. Bogus. But if he really doesn't want to be pulled out, he just doesn't think he's soft enough to let me pull out in two days."

It was trust in the hostile opponent that dwelt in Wolf's eyes. That's an uninteresting fact for Nika. Somehow Wolfe has never looked so firmly at the face of a black mercenary corps. I get jealous of that. At the same time it makes me just a little happy. The stronger you become, the sparkling thing that faded from Wolfe's eyes, that's all there is now.

"He's not sweet. And I hate losing to death. Even if I know I'm going to lose, I still regret losing. They don't put it on the surface, they burn it inside. He lost to me the other day. It was so tight. Second time, don't be nice."

Extreme trust. Trust in the opponent's power created this battle.

Both the mortal battles at the beginning and the battles at speeds at the middle are all due to their deep trust in each other. I'm not hitting bad hands. It overlaps the best and sometimes even exceeds the best. That's the kind of assumption that moves, which is why the battle was forming earlier.

"It can't be that I didn't do anything. But it's a little too blatant for us to make a trap. My guess, maybe what lies ahead is the fabric against us, which means it's a trap. But it's not a trap for us. It's something I don't want people to know, something I wanted to take the time to know. That way, I can understand the move I made earlier."

Everyone on this scene couldn't understand what Wolf was saying. I couldn't keep up with my understanding. Wolff doesn't have the guts to make himself understand. If we go a little further in the first place, we can match our answers. With this manoeuvrability, you won't be fatal in this snug terrain sooner. I was also confident that I could definitely sniff it out if I was willing to stop.

"I have to know. It won't start. Back of the browstat, the bridge."

The sight in front of the Wolves opens. There was some distance, but the bridge was in the process of being built. Built considerably more robust and robust than the Wolves imagined, the process was progressing considerably more than the Nedeluxe standout. That's good. That's not the problem. It doesn't change that it's in the process of being built, and the space that's still in the process of being created seems to be covered by a suspension bridge and if you drop it, that's it. The problem is...

"See, now I'm rethinking. How to attack Browstat."

A simple fortress of stone had been built in front of the bridge. At the apex of Yakura, which is arranged at the top of a simple yet void building, the girl reading the book smiled at the appearance of Wolfe and others.

"Hey, it's been a while, Black Wolf."

Close the book and the girl gets up. Considering the woman's average height, it's a tremendous size, and a woman with long skinny body flushes her short hair backwards to flush her wolf.

"What's a hundred generals of Garias doing in Arcadia? A princess!

"I'm not technically a princess. And I have the name Lydiane de Ulterior. Remember."

Lydiane de Ulterior, Princess of Gallias, was the guardian of the bridge. She is the only one who directed the construction of the fort. Finished efficiently in a short delivery period, it was the best when considering time-efficiency.

The reason Lydiane is in Arcadia has a somewhat complicated history. Different events were involved, and it began that William slaughtered a certain man who was a hundred generals of Garias. Though he deserved what the man's vices invited him to do, blade wounds during the King's meeting are customary. William was to be punished. And it was none other than Gaius the Innovation King who thought of the punishment.

For a year, the punishment of keeping Lydiane as a stomach. The floor that presented it was very rough. So much so that even Salomon, an ally of the king, complained. Still pushed through. To let Lydiane absorb William. I couldn't help but draw reason into it.

How much is it to replace the men who are the hundred generals of lower strength? What we need are people who can take on the new era. Gaius thought William was a good teacher.

Anyway, right now, Lydiane was present on this battlefield as William's deputy.

"I see, I thought William was mean, but you're not a very playful opponent. If I lure you into my nostrils, you'll be eaten straight out of my stomach."

Lydiane was willing to pull in the trap she was going to try. So much of Wolfe's atmosphere is finished. Poor hands could be used the other way around. I was not the person to try uncertain measures of effectiveness.

"As I was told this time, I guess I'll just show my face"

Lydiane shows off her own lineup wondering if this is still the case. The number of flags is a sign that a good number of soldiers are on defense.

"Yabe, Wolf, the Arcadians are hiding all their power."

In what Nika said, Wolfe said, "Pfft!" and it blows out.

"That's too much. Stuffing is about half as good as it gets. There's no way I can afford a country that has given up care for Nedeluxe. Five hundred in a simple fort on the bridge, so you can see it in the distance, but on the upstream side of the bridge, is there a thousand or so of you? He's not supposed to be."

Wolfe is about to laugh at Lydiane's graphics, showing off her magnificently watered down troop count. We can hang out with ourselves if we only have a grand atmosphere and courage. However, I didn't feel like losing any case in the war. Now, recognize him as the opponent who needs a proper calculator to win.

Time to collapse, huh?

Wolfe gave up his bridge offense at the moment. It also takes too long to get your hands out of the mountains heading north. It was a huge deviation from what I could do with my current gesture.

"Now we have all the information. All right, shit, I'm gonna roll my ass."

Wolfe makes an immediate decision to withdraw. You can't let yourself play the strongest pawn on the Nederks side than without a hitter. There was a harvest. And then we'll cut right back.

"By now both Anatole and Marsus' boy will have been hit by Bokoska - so let's hurry back as fast as we can. You're not dead."

Probably just go back to being an ally that is a pinch.

(This has expanded the battlefield. I don't know if this is where we're going except for time, William. It's just that he'll kick his ass later in the day)

Wolfe uncovered the full extent of the ambush and battlefield early. Now we finally have everything on both sides. From here is the display of the arms of the general.