Tower of Karma

Even that day, there was no special move. Just put on the northern soldiers, as usual, and make up for that gap with arrows. Some of them get killed, but if they're just strongmen, they're good at replenishing. Until the day before. If William strikes badly, it won't collapse.

(Can it stay this way? Let Rolf go up too and push in all at once. This will decide)

We no longer need mountain protection. Wolf's offense won't work at this rate. When he could win, William thought without alarm or chronic attention.

All I have to do is completely seal Wolf off.

William releases an arrow. It arcs and heads to Wolf. Wolff shrugged it off. That's all right. Don't let them do what they want. You can win with that.

William unleashed an arrow toward victory.

I was paying Wolfe an arrow to see how William was doing. As usual, there are no gaps. I am well aware that I am not the opponent to show even a few gaps in the actual battle in the first place. Still, Wolfe didn't doubt the opportunity would come.

(After all, Temeer is amazing. They're totally sealing me up. But, you know, I get it. You don't want to use that bow, do you? Still, I'm afraid to use it. I bent myself to keep me away. Temeer's bending. So...)

Wolfe was feeling William's fear. That ride on the outskirts of Ulterior has engraved. The fact that you can't win. Difference in talent.

(My sensibilities scream that I can win!)

The fear never appears on the table. William, in particular, won't put it out or anything. No, William's heart refuses even when he's about to leave. I cannot acknowledge its weakness. So Wolfe decides that William is superficially calm, but not in a normal state.

(People usually see things when they bump into big ones, but they don't. When I confronted that monster, I wasn't normal. How's Temeer? Is that normal? Do you see it?)

Two flames interfered in Wolf's eyes, and he could see the muscles on which one path was born. See William all the time. His eyes were just poured on one point, Wolfe. There are no gaps. But that's only one thing: Wolf.

(I see muscle! Temeer, I don't see him.)

Wolfe was convinced that William was not normal. Only Wolfe can see a long-distance man with such a wide field of view. I think that's fine. There will also be trust in the man who is entrusting his head. It doesn't seem to be there. William relies too much now.

"First and last chance, let me try it!

So this situation has arisen.

William leads an arrow to the bow. Wolfe moved a little faster. That's why I won't take it off. Squeeze the strings, release the arrows...

"Why is he laughing?"

William looked around as if the magic had been solved. Before my eyes, my army is in control. It was perfectly controlled because of its army against Wolfe. The more perfect they were, the more perfect they were, the faster they were able to match Wolf.

"... I'm an idiot"

William saw the whole thing fall apart. Karl's controlling army and William's controlling army, the distortion caused by the difference between the two speeds. William's army in pursuit of Wolfe, and was there regardless at all - Hilda and Nika's forces in the middle of an engagement. Two bump into each other. Wolf running through it.

"You think I missed this much?

The two armies hesitate to collide, creating just a few gaps. It became a stretch of road and became the first steep spot on this long battlefield.

For a moment, William sees his own hand with a bow.

(This is my best hand. I'm not wrong about anything. I'm not dumb enough to think I can beat that guy in a melee. There's nothing wrong with that. Why did this happen?)

Shake off your thoughts. William releases an arrow. Never get close enough, and he showers an arrow at Wolf attacking him single-handedly. But they are blankly smashed by Wolfe's twin swords.

(It is not wrong to use a bow. narrower horizons were the cause of defeat)

William gives up crushing Wolf with an arrow. Wolfe manipulated the horse instead, and William let go of the arrow for it.

Then why were my horizons narrowed? Fear of him, I can see that. That's what I think of him. I'll admit it, I'm in awe. But that should be the same when Strakless. Why am I so different then and now? Why didn't you see it?)

Wolfe dodges a blow with skillful manoeuvres and starts running down the horse herself. Everyone thought it was a fool. But look at the acceleration of a man wrapped in heavy armor, everyone is out of line. "Is that human!?" The more I heard that kind of voice, the more I was off track.

(Unlike usual... bow, oh yeah, bow. Again, this guy, this guy is the culprit)

Sense of being able to shoot arrows at a tremendous rate, even suddenly self-inflicted, against Wolf. This was the biggest culprit that clouded William's eyes. Until now, William has acquired first-rate technology at the end of a tremendous amount of training. That's what I got over time, some techs that haven't been snuggling around for a long time, top-notch stops.

But the bow was different. This gave William technology that surpassed first-rate in his crowded efforts. The pleasure was too sweet for a man of talentless endeavor. Technologies that make dramatic progress within this battlefield. The aptitude of an increasingly tame bow.

(Was I floating? He said that I had talent too, that you guys had talent you couldn't beat, and that I had the power to stop you from being a genius, too, without making a lot of effort. You fool. A weak man with his talents. And a fool who was drowning in his talents. This situation is inevitable)

Arrows didn't even stop me. Running unmistakably on the horizon, Wolfe masterfully manipulates his two swords and smashes his arrows. Even when William's men break in a few, they feed Wolfe without making money. The horsepower is too different here.

'You were afraid of me, reluctantly accepting me. I was keeping Al away.'

A voice echoing William's skull. The little boy's voice whispers, wondering if you've seen that.

'You are still in confusion. Half of you will die here. "

The voice contained joyful colors. The dark joy of your doom creeps in.

'Good for you. Now you don't have to kill her. My darling, my darling...'

"Shut up. Mine, stay out of my way!

William extinguished his voice with a shout. Shake off your thirst for death and gaze at the time now. Wolf is on his way. Some obstruction would mean nothing.

William threw the bow away. Relying on this occasion is a sword technique that has elevated to the top of its class at the end of a long training. The opponent is a super-class, genius and a black wolf who spent a lot on his sword.

'There's a scary wolf coming. The two sharp fangs will pull the soft meat into pieces and you will be killed with immense pain. Woohoo, it's finally over. I don't need to carry anything anymore. The herd of bodies, the tower of business, all disappear with illusions'

My whole body is screaming. There's no way you can win. I told you to run.

"I can't forgive that. So back off, now you're in the way."

William went into the habitation program. This is a hidden ball that I have yet to show Wolf. William's abode is still far from even Bridget's height. Still, this was the only chance I could kill a wolf. The only hand I can survive.

"White Knight Wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii! I missed you, Yee!

Rushing Wolf. The firm power that dwells in both its eyes. The little boy smiled in William when he saw it without hesitation.

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Between William and Wolfe, there was nothing to block. Technically, some of my men broke in, but neither William nor Wolfe thought it would be an obstacle.

William's concentration crosses the limit. Probably a one-in-one, two-in-two battle. Only here is the enemy's headquarters for Wolf on the battlefield. You won't be able to take any longer. If we combine, we will probably survive. And the two of them...

Are you still a monster?

Too far. The intimidation of the black wolf pushes me.

Wolfe instantly wiped out William's men, reaching less than ten steps away. Momentum shows no signs of diminishing at all. Rather, it just increases. Running through this battle as if to clear up all the depression that William has endured since he was on the front line until today.

Wolff would shrink ten steps to five. There is no longer a few seconds of respite.

The hustle and bustle in my head. Death-inducing twins. The herd of bodies invites. Come here, he said.

(Don't mess with me. I'll ask you as much as you want when you die. So disappear now!)

The hustle and bustle disappeared from William's head. Overwhelming silence wraps around my head. 'Voice' finally disappeared with death as its present. Woohoo, death is still salvation. For some.

(All the more so... don't die)

In a world of silence, William held everything back and was just ready to open up to one point. Like William, the opposing Wolfe, the fierce killer lurks the ringing and, in turn, becomes the strongest spear to wear just one point in silence. A sharp intent to kill scatters a spark.

Between the two is the overwhelming silence as isolated from the outside world, and the somatosensory time flowing between them stretched to the extreme.

It was Wolfe who preceded him. Ten steps into five, shrinking to four and approaching. Reach in front of William. I'm not out of breath. I don't even blink. Wolf didn't even have room for that. This place is a dead place, it's better to die by mistake. That's the difference in strength. At least in the extreme conditions that preceded death.

I can't speak a word. By the time it leaves, it's all clear. So it doesn't make sense. I don't need words. What you need is the right choice. Live or die.

"Huh!"

Wolfe shook his right sword down into a hanging. Its destructive power will destroy any reception. There is an impending roar that cleaves the silence. William dodged it in half. Wolfe naturally comes that way, as you can read, only a blow to restraint.

Fate is the lower part of the left hand. A slaughter that rushes to heaven from just below. A knight who flew half-hearted to nostalgic the wolf, the blow just saying that the choice was a mistake, was an inescapable special to take and avoid.

(Kill this!)

William opened the slaughter he was holding back here. Sharp, tough, strong stuff. William also stepped in before death again. Step on your right foot greatly, forming an axis that determines the earth. This is the scaffold, the prep for unleashing the special.

Overlap the special that has already been unleashed with the special that goes beyond it.

Beyond the fastest, William finally grabbed it at the dead end. I've always dreamed of since the night I killed 'her', one reaching point where I went through training. William's most beautiful and most departed from principle in his knowledge | Industry (Waza).

Lucitanian swordsmanship, Ray's, Ferrin's sword moves. Fastest and strongest sword extraction technique.

Wolf opened his eyes. The moment your special attack is overwritten. Wolff saw the moment when the moves he was supposed to have made were caught up and overtaken.

(Is there such a ridiculous move!?)

Wolfe's special attack was smashed. A new sword, a symbol of his power, which he had brushed over the course of the winter, was once again crushed. A white knight who smashed his fangs with every black wolf possession. A tooth-shattered sword arrives at Wolfe as it is. Wolff deals with the blade, which was forced to slow down due to the recoil that crushed his fangs, with a superhuman body twitch. Critical offense. In the blink of an eye, the two are still alive.

Really, he's a man beyond his imagination.

William and Wolfe's gaze intertwine in silence. We unleash special attacks on each other and our bodies are crumbling. It is better to rebuild first to be the winner of this moment.

William dares to cut the rotation with the momentum of sword extraction intact. That's the only fastest minimum in this situation. The wolf's fangs were crushed. There are twelve odds.

The opposing Wolfe also switches bodies. Turn around and observe the opponent's two arrows. What I saw right at the edge of my vision was the figure of a knight spinning his body. Wolfe intuited when the spinning cut came. And for a moment, I have pathetic eyes. Back-to-back, this look will never be known to a knight. In the blink of an eye, Wolf...

The knight smashed the wolf's fangs. But that's still only one of the two.

((Die!))

The second fang or the knight's sword, the will of both sides flashes.

Perhaps the difference between the two is a piece of paper. But the thickness of that one determines victory and defeat.

How did Wolfe deal with William's spinning cuts? The defense in a different moment would have been beyond much understanding. There are only a handful of fierce men, such as those who understand the offense correctly.

Wolfe and William were different. Running through Wolfe. William stands up on the spot. Wolfe muddles blood. And without looking back, Wolff...

"... mine, win!

That's what I declared.

William, the white knight, broke his knee on the spot. William collapsed with the blood that erupted.

The Arcadia army was knocked down by despair in an instant.

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A collapsed tower, two people stood on a pile of rubble where the corpse folded. One is a young man with dark hair, full of strength. One was a grey-haired boy, a chunk of weakness. It's like two contrasting people, mingling and all that seems impossible. Who the hell understands that this is the same thing?

The grey-haired boy opened his mouth.

'That's it. There will be no new business here anymore. Nobody has to be hurt, nobody has to be hurt. I'm glad to hear that.'

The business disappears. Sin disappears. The punishment of living disappears. The grey-haired boy looked like he was saved before the end of the world.

"Do you really think so?

A boy who stiffens his face.

'Course you are. Lived hard. I scratched my feet. But it didn't arrive. It wasn't a vessel. "I" wasn't the one who could get to the top. But you better do your best for it. The slave boy is the head of the army division and the baron, isn't he? I became a nobleman!

The resentment fades. I can't hear you cracking that skull anymore. All we have on this occasion is quiet. It is a very comfortable end.

"Oh, I took wisdom from Norman, I took my name from William, I took my life from many enemies. There is now" I "because I have eaten many of them and made them mine."

Hell was still dull behind the black youth. Wind front lights, now that's definitely where they are. Even as I turn away, I won't let you do it.

"Became a nobleman? Baron or division chief? Hey, you really think you got a catch? Are you sure 'I' can be convinced here? Can I?

First sin, that runs around your head. Dead mountain blood river that is about to spit out, I am not a god or a demon or at least a human being at its end. There can't be such an outrageous person.

"I don't care if you're convinced! If you die, it's all over. How you scratched your feet, that's it. So ugh! '

"What if I told you I had one?

The grey-haired boy floated the color of despair. In front of me, the black monster, 'myself' changed after the King's Council. I decided to take the road towards' light '. A separate pain born at the same time. It's the weakness that comes from it.

"It involves some pain, but there is a way to live. If I say so, what about 'me'?

The boy scratched his head 27615;. The white hair gets blurred. Turns into black and white still ragged hair. It was this little 'William' whose weakness was the fear of loneliness that 'William' had unconsciously begun, his refusal to break the love that was once again about to grasp in its hands.

Why do you always say "I"? Why? You know what I mean? If you die here, you don't have to take it anymore. You could have done a lot of important stuff before you knew it, right? I know, I can't help but greed them, even though they're like that!

The boy had a look that roughly exceeded the limits that the boy could make. How much pain and how much hardship and despair would make this look?

"If you die now, only the sin to be honored will remain, in the corner of the history book. The other half, the unforgivable sin will disappear, and there will be no one in the world to know it. Only the white knight, the hero who ended up halfway down the road, will remain. Can you forgive the deception?"

The boy scratches his body . Between the nails, the meat makes a bump and a noise and cuts a thousand. Blood bleeds. Blood overflows from all over my body. I am distracting despair with pain. Always, I have. I couldn't bear it if I didn't.

'I can't forgive you, can I?' Me 'is a sinner. We must be more, more punished. It's not enough, it's not enough. There's not enough punishment!

Boy growls. When he heard it, the young man shrugged. That's what happened from the beginning.

At first, I couldn't forgive myself for trying to be filled with the love that the Normans would give me. The days I almost forgot my sister. Plenty of routine. I couldn't forgive the fact that the place for more knowledge every day to showcase it was getting more fun. My sister reached the end of her unemployed career. Yet I am about to be happy. I'm trying to use the position I gained in my sister's death to make a comic living.

That's why I killed him. Give me a reason for that. Because I couldn't stand their love anymore. I am not in a position to take it. And it's not a good place to spoil it. I swore vengeance. Then he can't be the son of a bookstore.

That's why I killed him. That is the first sin. That first time was everything.

"I've always offered 'me' a choice. Those who live, those who are more efficient, those who eat people, the choices they make to become. But you picked it out..." Me, "didn't you? Always in pain, hurt, and still, 'I' chose. This way."

Hell spreads. Towers stretching underground, inverting worlds.

"Here and now, there are two options. One is a path that can die like this and disappear with sin. If we choose this, at least, we can save the people that 'I' would eat ahead of us. My love, too, can protect. This is a path of peace. Death is only salvation for me."

Sin is what pushes business. With resentment, he swallowed a black and white boy.

"The other..."

Scratching the business, one hand has reached out. It was a black young man's, grabbing his hand. Between the two options, the more miserable, the more painful path, the less happy world.

"... that was a stupid question. I no longer need to fix it. 'Me' is you. You are 'me'. This world is all 'me' world. This sin and the punishment are just for 'me'. Then who will punish you? Who lays a praiseworthy sin, worthy of these corpses?

A bloody wet man appeared among the corpses. I stare at heaven with the same congested eyes as the liquid that drips.

"It's me. I'll punish me. As always, suffering, of which, I will still move on. It can't be filled now. I refuse to forgive me... yes, that's why I'll throw it away. I don't need anything extra. True nothingness is the ultimate punishment, zero degrees of loneliness is where I live. So overlapping. I threw everything away, because there's only one thing I can do. '

The king is reborn. The Absolute, once again, chooses the path of Tsutsu.

"That's right. Give the overlapping business something beyond that, to many deaths, to match it. Destroy the world, create the world. I'm alone. That's why I can choose the best without shaking. I'll have the best option in the future. My punishment, the supreme choice created by my hard work."

The king stood. reign on the tower. The world spins. Heaven and earth cross...

"So I'm the king."

The king quietly opens his eyes. The eye looks straight at the 'light'.

Smash the little 'weakness' you gave birth to.

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William wakes up in the blood that erupts. The knee remains collapsed. Already the body leaned and thought everyone would fall over. My head's on the ground.

"Me, ha-"

William held his sword to the ground as long as he could with one hand. Refuse to fall to support it. No longer a world of energy. Still, if you let it go like this, you'll bleed a lot and die soon enough. death is now, in order to reject it,

"- It's William Lewis!

An extraneous procedure is required. The man who shouted his eaten name held the affected area as long as he could with the hands of the excess. Heavy pain runs. Still, it should be noted that it compresses with momentum that doubles the pain. Blood eruption weakened. Something cheap if the price is severe pain.

"Shruviahhhhhh! Give me the fire!

A man who was clearly lethal stood up. To that miracle, to that unusual sight, stifles any enemy ally. Only Sülvia, who was ordered, was approaching in response to Wolfe's surprise attack, was moving. Throw a pine light with a seed fire of wolf smoke toward William. William caught it without even looking at it.

"It doesn't hurt or itch. You can't mess up my pain like this!

No one could even grasp what William was trying to do. We didn't know what the White Knight was going to use it for. You can't possibly understand. You can't possibly understand. Because it must be an out-of-the-box thought.

William pressed the fire against the affected area. Burning cloth, burning skin, burning meat...

Nobody, not even a voice. To such an awesome sight, even Sülvia, who had thrown the fire in, had lost her words. The sight of a man burning, and with his own hands, burning. I'm burning myself with a face that's not a big deal.

"What's up, Voorhu? You didn't win, did you? I'm alive! My neck is connected. The abdominal wounds are also starting to block now. What are you gonna win with? Answer me, wolf crawling through the earth."

William grinned awesomely and threw off his mask to strip away anything that was in his way. The look was too human apart. There's no way people can look like this.

"I'm the king! I'm the only one who can kill me!

Absolutely showed up on the battlefield. Everybody's scared of the absolute.

Even Wolfe was so immovable that the atmosphere that William now wrapped around him was immense that he exceeded the limits of the coolness that a person could have.

Wolfe shrugs. Watching the revival of the monster you were supposed to have killed.

White knight, come back.