Tower of Karma

William didn't even want to go through his burning belly, but gently led an arrow to his bow.

"Are you ready to be king? Black Wolf Wow!

William squeezes the first glass of string in his eyes. So much so that the bow was beyond its limits that William put his willingness and readiness to kill on it. A blow that cuts through destiny, an arrow ready to decide destiny. It is not the black wolf who wears it. Myself that was in the confusion.

"Otherwise, I'll die here!

An arrow was released. Unlimited horizontal parabola. The unleashed bow took its limits and smashed them. Black wolf on the ray. It is easy for a regular wolf to scratch. However, it was easy to scratch and shatter, such as an arrow coming in a straight line. But...

What the hell are you doing?

Wolf was not in his normal condition. I thought I won. It was a somewhat shallow response, but still does not translate into fatal injuries on the battlefield. I made it a winning shot. This made me feel a little, a little relieved.

Why are you holding me back when this weaker guy is supposed to be inferior to me?

Wolfe was swallowed up by William the Great. Wolf was actually in a hurry at the time of the King's Council. I gained a master named Hero King and gained strength dramatically. It wasn't as open as I thought it was the difference between me and William. I was in a hurry about it.

(I'm stronger, aren't I? Why are you looking down on me? Why are you on me?)

Wolff doesn't know that William has a non-standard teacher named Kyle. Even if I knew, on the same terms, there is a rush either way. A man who also reaches out to the world of business, the world of politics, and areas in which he has no hands whatsoever. A man who lives against, just fights, just fights. The difference has not spread in the struggle. That had been a factor in hurrying Wolfe enough.

Can't I win?

The inner inferiority, against the all-powerful good enemy, it collapses when you see the good enemy now resurrected and see its absolute presence. Look at the impending arrow.

"Silly Yarrow! You're blurry!

Nika's scream struck Wolfe in the ear. A shock to the tympanic membrane knocks Wolf's thoughts out. Arrows are no longer in front of us, not even while we think to the constant.

"Ah, ho, ha!

Wolf, turn a wave of those who remain around the guard. That's more of a strike-down than a guard and a shaky blow. I concentrated all the power I could have right now. That's critical to catch up with and the arrows and blades touch each other. Physically, the blade is superior. That is the point. The angle at which the blade was punched in, the speed, the weight of the blade, everything was starting to dissolve when the arrows were smashed.

"... my head."

Wolf's head blew. An arrow pokes into his left eye. Wolf's sword only slightly distorted the progression of the arrows. Wolf's body floats in the universe.

"This is what happens because you are not prepared to walk in heaven and look at heaven. You haven't even walked out yet."

William took his gaze off Wolfe at the same time that the arrow hit him. The belly fire shows no sign of stopping. William does not ride to use the bow, but sees his beloved horse waiting by his side. And he snapped his neck without hesitation. The blood that erupts, it smears the red lotus in the belly.

No one has anything to say. Bloodwet William stands quietly on a rock that had bowed until earlier. There was a good view of the world. My blood is stunned at my feet.

"He's still alive. Surround and kill."

William moved his hand gently. At that moment, when it was stopped, it moves. Suddenly the self-defeated soldier heads to Wolfe, who falls without thought. Orders similar to blackmail, words of things too strong remove thoughts from them.

"Captain!" "Lord Wolfe!

Voices from the Nederks side. Several Arcadia soldiers surrounded Wolfe to undo it, sticking their spears up. We can't even make it to the stop when Anatole and the others are in the shape of ghosts.

"... Ruzu."

The spear is imminent. He wants to finish off the black wolf.

"He always looks down on me... and all these scumbags are willing to kill me. You're kidding me... I 'm-"

Several spears pierced Wolfe's 'was there' location. I would have thought they killed them all. I should have definitely finished it in time. So they didn't even realize they were dead.

Wolfe jumped in an instant and after spearing, chopped the enemy soldiers to dance on the spear. Soldiers mutilated by obstinacy are desperate before consciousness catches up, still carved carcasses. A murderous storm runs out of whirlpool meat.

"I'm a Wolf Gunk Strider! He is the mightiest of all, bearing the name of the hero king and the devourer! I don't know what Temeer's ready for, but don't fuck with me, White Knight!

Wolfe glanced at William with her blood-running eyes. I could play Wolf's vibe. Perhaps for the first time on this battlefield, both names appeared to peel out. A fang that doesn't show if the opponent is too strong or too weak. The urge to destroy the world fills all heaven.

"This is my tuition for weakness freaked out by Temeer."

Wolfe pulls through a forced arrow that stands against his left eye. The arrow had pierced eyeballs. Wolfe ate it. The place becomes noisy.

"I admit it. I was inferior to Temeer. You're weaker than me, you're moving ahead of me. I was overwhelmed by that thorough way of life. So..."

William releases an arrow toward Wolfe saying he doesn't even need to listen. That goes straight to Wolfe. Wolf grabbed it with his right arm. And break the arrow only with a grip.

"So this is my weakness. I couldn't believe my strength. Believe me, I didn't have to be swayed every time Temeer did. I'm strong. Genius. What do you doubt!

Wolfe growled. Wolfe's scream hits the battlefield as it exhilarates strength, as it undoes weakness. It is the voice of the beast, the cry of the superior species in battle.

"Am I the only one who can kill me? That's a lot of confidence. Hey. I'll eat that belly out of you again. Then you'll die even if you don't like it. I was wrong to die. I'm sorry!

William listens to Wolfe scream. It's like I'm not shooting at the essence. I'm sure the world we live in and the heights we aspire to are different from wolves. So the words are useless. Because the exchange of 10,000 words does not lead to understanding.

"I don't give a shit. There's a kedamono. Be satisfied to be an Admiral of Mount Fool."

William raises his hand. The army begins to move to surround Wolf with that opportunity.

"Admiral of Mount Fool, nice. Sounds like us!

The army blows up. A cavalry jumped out of both sides. Nika and Garm, and one after another | Black Mercenary Regiment (Noir Garou). They gathered around Wolf. The hostility of all goes to William at once.

"Let me take that neck."

Anatole pointed the spear. It's a straight line from here, not so far away. If you pack it all at once...

"... I know you've been saying this before, but my head is pounding!

William opens his hands. Countless weak soldiers emerge from behind it. He had a crossbow in his hand and had an absolute, dependency-like heart sickness in his eyes. They make sure to surround William to form a formation. My distance is just now, but the inorganic arrows released from the crossbow will fill in hell in between.

"" Kill him!

Both armies will reactivate. With that pride and willingness, zero degree of readiness and burning talent collided.

During the entire schedule of this battle, both armies lost the most casualties on this day. It is stated in the history of war that it was precisely a death fight.

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The rain in Arkas was gaining even more momentum. Kyle and Favela were always visiting the deadspot of Arkas where the three of us were gathered. I can still vividly recall the memory of the three of us eating a good stolen apple here. Even after Al's hair grew white, it was something he was talking about while gathering regularly for apples. A dream of a distant day now.

"Now that I think about it, the beginning was that day"

Kyle gazed at the waterways flowing with fierce momentum.

"Mr. Alrett's?

What floats in Kyle's eyes is a white avenger reflecting the flames of purgatory. That day would undoubtedly have been an opportunity. It is the day that a boy named Al changed. But...

"No, I could still turn back over there. He'll deny it, but I think I could turn back. That's all the ingredients were available. Yes, it should have been all there."

Kyle lifted his wet hair slightly.

"I should have halved him that day, but I should have stopped him. No, kill me. But I should have stopped you. If you are a true, best friend."

Favela finally understood what Kyle was referring to as "that day". And at the same time, I'm convinced. Indeed, 'that day' was the branch. Because until that day, Al didn't kill anyone, and there shouldn't have been any irrevocable business.

"My mistake. Because I delivered it to the Assassin Alliance."

"... that day was the real beginning the night we killed the Normans. And that you killed the real William Lewis with that hand. This is decision hitting. His life has been decided."

Kyle did not deny Favela's words. Favela in those days was much more submissive than it is now. Now she belongs to other communities as the leader of the Bandits, but Kyle and Al are the only ones in her world in those days. If you asked me, I didn't even question it. If the result is connected to the present, it is still Favela's business.

"The Normans were doing him well. Tough, sometimes gentle, he slammed his knowledge into him. It was beneficial. More than that, they had love without sons. Warm as pointing at flesh parents... so I guess that's why he was in pain"

The hindsight of being filled besides my sister. He had shunned from being filled. That must have been because of the recoil of losing my beloved, the despair when I lost it was too deep. I began to react to rejection until I was excessive to love.

"His root is the absolute zero-degree nothingness he was born with when he lost his love. True darkness that donates nothing. The despair of losing love stopped even loving. That, in a way, is also proof that you are hungry for love more than anyone else. It's all because of love."

Kyle resents himself for being shallow at the time. It was too late before and after the beginning that the distortion should have been corrected. A boy named Al was gentle, serious, and had straight eyes. When it reaches the abyss, it shows an irreversible inversion.

If it could have stopped, it would have been the first day, not killing the Normans, but accepting the love of the Normans. Kyle and Favela couldn't find a glimmer of hope. Even though I knew...

"Once you step out, you can't go back. He's not strong enough to go back. I'm not clever enough to distract myself from my previous sins and live happily ever after."

Favela snorted quietly. I found out what Kyle was trying to say. No, I understood it a long time ago. The boy I liked grew up as the boy I liked. Still weak. Weaker than anyone and gentler than anyone else.

So I guess this world is hell from the day I sinned for things that were Al. Just live and suffer, worry, stand back, and ache. The number of steps increases the pain. But I won't stop walking. Stopping walking means the meaning of pain disappears. Losing pain means losing sin.

"Somebody's got to stop him one day. Even if it's too late..."

Kyle looks at his hands. The hand is never too much. Kyle has also slaughtered many lives as a gladiator. The business is overlapping.

"That's my job. It's a promise."

Released then, a heartfelt plea to kill. The regret of not being able to absorb it annoys Kyle. At least that day, William was showing off when he murmured his ID and creating cheerfulness as if provoking, then, if he had come to understanding, he wouldn't have had to suffer this far. If I'd killed him then...

"Still, I... don't want you two to kill each other"

Kyle overheard Favela's words. Rain adds even more momentum. Favela wishes, the sound of rain full of the world, I wish I could wash everything away and get back to normal with this momentum. I know it's impossible.

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William had a post-burn treatment in his room. The sight of whether you are also doing administrative work. In particular, the expression did not make me feel any pain.

"... clean cloth and clean water. Lord Rolf has distracted his men upstream."

Shrevia brought water and cloth in her calf. "Stay where you are," William instructed. Shrubia obeys without saying anything.

"What about that woman?

"You mean Lydiane? It's not a very pleasant sight, I left early. You can step back, too, Shrevia."

the treatment of burns, which was both unsightly and obscure. The burn itself was something that made me want to cover my eyes, but the task of involving clothes and sand to pull away burnt areas and sweep away overflowing pus-like liquids was unspeakable.

"No, let me help you. I'm used to seeing injuries."

Sülvia wrapped her arms around it. The opponent in front of him is an enemy, but before him a superior officer in wartime. A warrior has his priorities. With that excuse, Sülvia turned to William.

"Is there a difference in the number of places even for the same woman around? Let's just say I'm sweet for the words of my devoted men. If foreign objects were mixed up in areas beyond my reach, pull off the epidermis as much as you want. You may see your vengeance."

Let me joke. William releases his words. There is no stopping hands among them. Fierce pain and itching are attacking him. It is nevertheless surprising because it is gently heading out to the battlefield and stopping the Black Wolf, exhausted more than anyone else.

It's already been a few days since that death fight. From the next day, William and Wolfe clashed again, even locally in Wolfe's favor. Overall, Arcadia remained dominant here. It continues in a way that William firmly became a crusher and didn't let Wolfe like it.

"... how can you get here?

Shrubia spills a puffy. The difference that just spreads from the day I vowed revenge. I am not prepared to go this far. You burn yourself on the battlefield, but you survive, I don't feel that way. No such idea emerges.

"I'm killing your father. I'm destroying your country. Neighbors, neighbors...... isn't that a reason? Are they light enough to throw them all the way to where they are?

Sülvia sees the back of the vendetta. Not as good as this burn, but numerous wounds were engraved on it. The front is similarly scratched. This wound tells the story that this man is not the only one with a mouth.

Shrubia was unable to utter words. Affirmation or denial, nothing comes to mind. However, these two words must not be usually shown by white knights, something genuine. The inner surface of the iron wall may also be slightly loose due to burn pain.

"Well, forget it. A little bit too much rap. Keep working."

"Okay. The big man was hiding. It's gonna hurt a little."

"Show me when you take it. I'd like to commemorate it if I were big."

"... that's it for the joke!

"Huh, that hurts. At that rate, please, Sülvia."

Full healing is far away. But the White Knight is stronger than before he was injured. That's the same as Wolf after losing his eyes. The monsters who ate each other were raising themselves without knowing. Shrubia, her subordinate, felt strongly about it.

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Wolf had not been able to crush the white knight standing in front of him. I am good at swords. Ranged battles are bad minutes because of the bow, but I grabbed my breath to fill the distance. The White Knight would already be dead if he had relied only on the bow.

(… that's it)

Wolff's left eye complaining of tingling and pain, giving him where it was. It's covered in cloth. That's where the light doesn't reflect forever. I just feel like I can lose it. I lost one eye and lost my existing sense of distance. But more than sight, other senses mobilized in total to give me a new sense of distance. This deal is never a loss.

A stronger Wolf, but the monster in front of him is also stronger. The White Knight, who focuses only on stopping Wolfe without stray or clutter and only becoming a crusher, was troublesome.

The advantage in ranged warfare, as well as melee warfare, stopped. Rather, they prevent special attacks by aggressively attacking them. My neck is closer, but I don't feel I can cross the last line. I could not find a gap until 'that time' when I relied on nature to say bow and didn't seem to.

"Wolfe, it's time for Yabe. Information from the scouts."

A man without a gap follows him wherever he goes. Only Wolfe is marked and in motion. In a way, that means William is crushed, too.

"It's a battle I saw, but do you want to scratch it to the end? That's what you see."

The difference between Arcadia and Nedeluxe was not the difference between William and Wolf. Without William or Wolfe, the battle is which is stronger. Gilberto, Hilda, Shrubia and Rolf for Arcadia. Anatole, Nika, Ulysses and Marsus if Nederks. The samurai part is quite antagonistic.

What would be different if...

Another white knight, an artifact imitating the real one, a false king reigns.