Tower of Karma

The black wolf stands alone at the spire of Elmas de Gran.

All his men slept quietly on the night, three beautiful fangly moons flashing in heaven. Now there is no gap between the realm of night, the entering of the heavens and the sun. The harsh sun cleaves black and heat scorches itself. Hell like that - it's still far away.

"Well. You're too strong, that haunted thing. I'm Master Wolfe, aren't I? He's a genius, he's the strongest, he's supposed to be invincible... and I can't help but shake my body. The horror of death, engraved many times, came upon me now. It's winter now, and it's probably not that fort. I know."

Much earlier than it was until winter, Wolfe's limits came.

I bumped through Jed and stood in front of El Sid. That's good. As a Wolfe, I think we have met with plenty of energy. But again, they carved out the horror of that monster. The enemy is too huge to scratch and survive the great spear. Strong enough to blow away the certainty gained from being strong. Honestly, I don't feel like I can win.

"If it weren't for Rudolph's boy, this fort would have belonged to Estaard by now. Govan's bastard is dead, I'm dead, Diace, everyone else is dead... all that remains is death. Only true defeat lies where it is"

The end that Rudolph would have visited as a matter of course had he not demonstrated the Son of God. There was frequent abnormal weather, unseasoned inago devoured enemy food 'only', miracles on miracles, and still in that man's dominated realm, he couldn't even get a single victory.

I can't win. Over the fierce sun everyone gave up. Everyone finally understood the weight. A victory over a monster even Rudolph threw a teaspoon. Will I get it?

"But I have to win. I can't move on. You know that, Wolf Gank Strider. Is that your name Dada? I'm in trouble if you don't win. I hired you for that, no, I bet you."

Soon Rudolph stood beside Wolf.

"Have you ever taken it off on a bet?

"I've never had a bee for it. I'm a child of God."

Rudolph answered confidently. Wolfe also knows very well that it is not tense. He has undoubtedly been a raw winner.

"That the Son of God is betting on me?

"Are you upset?

That's what I bet the black wolf. The opponent is a giant star, the fierce sun El Sid Campeador. One of the three who has wanted his strongest name. Winning is extremely difficult and if you normally think about it, it is thick in defeat. Still, the Son of God strained. In that big hole.

"It's an honor. Why don't you try harder? How dare you tattoo the Son of God?"

Will it be a big hole? The black wolf grinds his fangs quietly.

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Apollonia was on fire. Two people who would surely be their own contemporaries and lifelong enemies should also be on fire. Apollonia stands in the way of that. The destination is the drop of a giant star, just like them. If there's a problem...

"Hero King, I must learn its strength with my own hands"

Can the rising fighting spirit reach the mightiest man on a giant star? Will the blade of Apollonia reach its throat? Is it possible to win?

"Glow enough to burn your eyes, no shortage for your opponent"

The queen still fights undefeated monsters. A thick wall called a giant star stands up.

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Strakles was visiting a huge cemetery that Ostberg was proud of. Here lies the king of Ostberg history, his clan, and the great generals of history in the form of guardianship over it. There was a strange air in this space where their portraits would sit. There is little such as a general whose carcass sleeps. Many were scattered on the battlefield and never returned to the land.

Still sleep, my soul. Returning to this land, and protecting it.

"Long time no see, Master Maxim."

Before Strakles stared, his predecessors stood strong. From the stranger's point of view, it's only a painting, but it's a teacher as a general, a norm as a samurai, and a tightening of my mind in front of the longing that changed my life. Even if it's a painting, that doesn't change. Because it's a matter of heart.

"I can't be like you. Do I really carry the executive officer you gave me, the general? Is my back as connected to the next era as my predecessors did... I can see that."

Maxim's back looked huge. The only rigid man who was held back by a young, over-strong strakless. The trust from everyone was thick, attracting praise from the Grand General among the Grand General and from other countries. Such a masterpiece, which also crossed with the trinity of the Nederks' strongest era.

"After me, is the road connected or not?"

But he was swallowed up by the course of the times. The great General gave in to his knees before the new era, when he suddenly appeared. in a new era called Welkingetrics. At the same time, a corner of the Trinity fell. by the hands of a monster named El Sid Campeador.

Strakles was just strong then. I fought beside Maxim at a milestone in my time and saw the times change with those eyes. The fierce sword of his own did not pass through the time-changing man, but rather collected the sword that stabbed him in front of his eyes, so he did his best.

"Thug, you're the next general."

Those words must have felt the times would shift. I expected myself to die. That's why the word came out. It could be something of the same kind as the hunch Strakles himself is feeling right now. Maxim accepted. Strakles can't just accept it.

"I missed my duty. I couldn't raise the next one. It doesn't depend on who comes first."

There is no way to go on. That's why we have to win. A new era to come, there is no way in Ostberg to accept it. Strength enters the body of Strakless. There is no way to stop the history that the great generals of history and, above all, the great generals of previous generations have connected.

"I will protect you. Connect this country, the future, to the next day. I am the Great General of the Kingdom of Ostberg, Strakles."

The same breeze is flowing then. In those days, I flew on it. Both El Sid and Welkingetrics changed the world in their own time. Now the same wind is starting to flow. The world definitely wants to change. But...

Strakless does not tolerate it. I tell myself to stop even the flow of times. I am a giant star. "Black Gold" strapless, he said.

A country that accepted itself from an exotic country, even though it was annexed. My predecessors raised a thug who prided himself only on his arm and big body as a general. And now...

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Jed Campeador first saw his own brother look like that after the fight. I was always tired after the battle. The air of winning and being normal that even stayed with me until the end in my battle with myself, my brother. In fact, I was overwhelmed by strategy and tactics and I lost. That was everything.

That it's too strong. Once we touch each other, I'm not even willing to try. Fools who do not know the difference in power were cut off before they could challenge, but regret it. Those lucky enough to survive never stood before El Sid again, except for seeking death.

When I realized it, no one was coming towards me. But Wolfe isn't. He tries again even though he's all over the place, scratched, and painfully fled. Repeat it several times. Broken, crushed, still up. And each time it was getting stronger.

El Sid said.

"The wolf lad is certain. He said his vessels were never inferior to mine. Extremely busy but promising. It could be my playmate."

So I can fight. I can try. My heart screams. This wall can be crossed.

Jed's heart never said that to me once. You can try again and again, and that's how strong Wolfe is, and that stretch can be deduced. It may arrive. El Sid definitely wants it. Triumph over it and taste the real wine.

The last war of his life, El Sid had set his last stage.

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Welkingetrics was napping in the corner of the cathedral.

It was the choir's song that tickled my ears, the biggest water organ in St. Lawrence playing the tune, and the player was the Virgin that person.

This time was hard for Welkingetrics to turn into anything. Choir practice landscape, it is the privilege of the king to be able to single out this space.

The Virgin speaks up and leads everyone with the tone. That's the only thing that changed the world. Very beautiful and gentle tone. Welkingetrics learned the feeling that his own existence would wander. I can't get tired of hearing the same song over and over again.

Rather, I like it every time I ask.

(Woohoo, still, your - beautiful -)

Welkingetrics was quietly overheard.

Stay on the other side of your sleep.

"Welkin, it's evening."

When Welkingetrics woke up, there the Virgin sat alone next to the king with a frantic grin. This landscape was grabbed by a man named Welkin. Consequences of risking her life to live next to her. The consideration is to be king.

The two neighbour each other. Yet there is no overlap.

"Well, it's that time already... I don't want to get old. I've been feeling dull lately."

"Me, too. Maybe it's time to die."

I'm joking and I'm telling you, the Virgin is guessing something. It may be the course of the times, or its own heavenly destiny, or the revelation of God. Guess, I'm accepting that.

"You're going to die. Because I'm here."

The hero king tries to be the sword of the Virgin as usual. The Virgin gave a sad look when she heard it. Out of the sight of the hero king, there is a little shadow on his smile.

"I'm always on my feet."

"Did I say something?

"No, nothing. Now it's time for dinner."

"All right. Looks like he's waking up."

The truth is, I hear her words. I really understand what she looks like, too. The more I defended myself, the more I kept fighting to know she was guilty, but still not let go of her right to stand next to me, I kept protecting her.

He and she never invaded each other's territory, even though they liked each other, even though they knew everything about each other. Maybe it's because I know.

"Hey, Welkin, that was a long time."

"Oh, right. I lived a very long time."

Next time, I want to live normally.

"I want to live normally, too."

With you. I was told to put this in my mouth. I want to overlap two paths, it's impossible in the way we live today. The Virgin shines because she knows no filth, and the King of Heroes turns between public and private, and therefore becomes the king's foresight. This must be immovable.

The indiscipline will soon be over. The footsteps had come just around the corner. The end is near.

The two of them understood the course of the times. Soon, the distorted honeymoon will be over.