Tower of Karma

The morale of the Shrevia-led troops was on the bottom. Though Yulian manages to hold between them, the soldiers of the day Sülvia and the North only dare to defeat the same assault and defeat the same. This unit is no longer collapsing. It looked that way in everyone's eyes.

"It's tidal time, Mr. Shrevia. Let's leave."

Sülvia was silently rewinding the bandages, which were wrapped in many places, on multiple occasions. Yulian looked at the figure with pity. I don't care what you think, loser, winning bud, etc. Still, I know what it's like not to scratch. No, I don't know, I would be in unimaginable bitterness. A world not understood by those who gave up, compromised.

Still...

"Isn't that the limit already? Both Mr. Shrevia and the troops. Give it up. I guess it's hard to give up. Still, I ask you to judge me as a general."

It is not a good occasion to push through with personal insistence. Defeat loses many soldiers. Too much was lost to get me through. I stacked too many losses to let me through. If you can't see the winner, your men's minds won't move. If you can't move your mind, you can't win a fight.

"... from you, how did I look?

Sülvia doesn't stop her hands wrapping bandages.

"He's a great guy. He's one of my esteemed people. I ran around the battlefield as a samurai to every woman, always a muddy victory. Besides, I'm a hard worker. Second to my knowledge. Trying to catch up best, those eyes, they always look at the far back. I think those eyes are good."

Sürvia smiled bitterly.

"Second, huh? This result wasn't my effort enough, is that what this is about?

Julian shook her head violently.

"No! The effort only against martial arts must have been harder on Mr. Shrevia than anyone else this past year. They were bad! Lester's a genius, Mr. Shrevia's a woman, isn't she?"

"You can't use a woman as an excuse. If I'm the best, I can make that excuse, but so can Apollonia, Rheinberga, and Hilda, close by, stronger than I am. So I don't make excuses for a woman."

Sürvia tightened the bandage all the way to the finish.

"I don't even want to use talent as an excuse. That man proved it to me. Me or you, you've always seen that back. I'm sure, long before I saw it, long before you saw it, in a place no one in this room knew, that man had resisted being as unreasonable as he is now."

The face, like a maiden in love, like a maiden of war that preceded the war, like a goddess, like Asura. Julian understood in an instant. Stop this. That it's impossible.

"He gave me a chance. Like before, do you just feel at peace and won the victory that that man prepared for you? Can you be a beautiful star, defeating irrationality and grabbing victory with that hand? Now is the time, Julian. Now's the way to split up."

The fever is gushing. The soldiers of the North, who had been watching the conversation until now, also began to stand silently and prepare themselves. As if to affirm the challenge of a blurry, full-blown, continually losing woman. Julian had no words to stop it. Because...

"I felt confident in your words. More than anyone, by that man, you're the one who's seen that scratch. That's number two and, if only for the past year, he told me the best. I believe you. So you watch my back. I'm glad you did."

Even Julian wants to see how hard work beats talent. William is not the only one who's special. He said if you keep trying like crazy, you can reach talent. That's what I want to believe. So Yulian had to cling her mouth as she orgasmed her cheeks.

"Follow only those who want to follow me. I do not blame the decision to leave the line on this occasion. Whatever you want, I'll like it too. Pass me the path you believe in!

Sülvia walked away from the scene to prepare herself. I guess I'll put my armor together with a blurry body, hold a halbert, and stand up to that genius. What a beauty on that back. For Julian, my second favorite back in the world had some stranger vibe than usual. Such gravity, like calling for victory.

"Thanks, kid. Thanks to you, your daughter has gone one step further."

"Nice back. It reminds me of my big husband. It's going to be a nice day."

"Oh, great, it's a war day."

of the North, their pride, the 'White Bear' flag, waved heavily.

The wind has changed.

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Lester heard reports of Kimon's death and immediately moved his troops. No more room for Ostberg, later it was gone. I don't have time to be stuck with elephants. Completely crush Sürvia's troops and take the back of the White Knight with their feet.

Lester had a chance. Immediately after I took the back, Strakles will always pinch me, trust and certainty. Three giant stars are called alongside giants because they smell and perform such miracles. All I have to do is make a cut. That will do the miracle.

"So die. You've spoiled us!

The Lesters run with white flags. I can't afford to pity my enemies. With all due respect for the opponent, no more engagements are meaningless. A horseback riding squad led by Lester that prevents arrows from being released from crossbows using the trees as shields and packs the distance at once. Crossbows are also ineffective against opponents who scatter and attack freely from multiple sources. Same as yesterday, only to the degree of constipation.

"Take the enemy! Ready!"

Lester's men approached Shrevia, who was in the lead as soon as possible. My men's eyes are not bad when they see that they can win because they are full of creativity. In fact, until yesterday, we would have been able to cross it in a damaging way. Of course it's...

"Get lost."

I'm not talking about the divorce, the endless Tsu Way I picked out today, though.

Hulberto of Sürvia pulled a thousand pieces together, horses, spears, armor, meat, bones, with a heavy sound. Just now, the roaring wind cut sound is not the dimension of a woman, but of a man. The Ostberg side flickered a little to a sight that did not seem like human strength.

"Well, I think I've decided to be prepared."

Still, Lester could afford it. I took a look at the motion, but not enough to intimidate myself. Besides, my spears are doing well today. Ostberg third, now second, whose weight further accelerates Lester's growth.

"It won't reach me, dude!

Receiving enemies, immediate, poking. Being the pinnacle of the spear, it is a dish shameless in the name of the 'Black Eagle'. The sharp, stretching track is unique to him. Long ago, too, I took a fall behind Lütes, and now I have the power to line up with 'disease', 'white roses', and 'spiritual glamour'.

Sülvia takes that blow with a Hulberto pattern. Lester praised it as "brilliant" in his heart. Of course, that's not the end of it.

Second shot, pay. A spear that becomes the opposite of the direction received. He drew an arc and took the reverse of Schulvia's setup. Sülvia took it at the tail of Hulberto. Takushi no Gu. But this is also on Lester's palm.

Three shots, poking again. It is only the blow of the eagle that has shivered if it is fully erected. I can hardly take it when my body is about to collapse. A shrubbing blow in Shrevia's belly. Now stuffed, Lester pulls a spear at high speed and tries to disguise himself as the next blow. Humans. Anyone with a scratch will flinch. The pain creates a gap if you feel it. Lester's spear pokes at the gap.

"... Huh?

But if they didn't have a gap. If wounds didn't flicker, but rather even thought about using them - that goes beyond Lester's assumptions.

(Spear can't pull!?)

The belly shredded spear, it was being held into the shruvia in the position it was. Power is transmitted through the pattern. Technology overwhelmingly beats adults and children, as well as speed. Only one thing, as a warrior, is pure power inferior to the opponent in front of you.

"Kiss!

Shrevia stayed put, lifting Lester with every spear. Unusual that happened because Lester didn't let go of his pride, the spear, either. An unpleasant sweat tells Lester's back. Ostberg Army to be extinguished. Words don't even come out on the Arcadia side.

"Ki, you, the monster! Master Lester, let go!

Lester's men bowed. It was Lester himself who was surprised by it. I should put a piece on myself, but I took an unconsciousness from this degree of opponent and made my men put in boring tea. This situation is not forgivable.

"Whoa, lady, I'm not letting you touch a finger."

It was the loyalists who supported Nikleinen from Sürbester's generation who broke into that ray. Everyone carries a small halbert while also setting up a shield. Now you can't reach it by shooting a bow.

"Thank you! Proud warriors!

Lester gave praise to his enemies. My unconsciousness snows itself.

He spun as he slipped through the pattern, releasing the kick as it momentum. I will never let go of the spear. Sürvia looked at the readiness, repelled the kick aimed at the belly wound, and released Lester with every spear. Lester giggles as she floats in the universe.

"My name is Lester, Lester von Falke from The Black Eagle."

Eagles crashing to the ground. But the wings aren't broken yet.

"Sooner or later I will bear Ostberg, the name of the General!

A spear poking up from orbit to heaven like crawling through the earth. It runs through the Sürvia horse, and it can't reach its main tip.

"If so, engrave my name. Shrubia Nikleinen, Shrubia of" The White Bear, "who will eventually surpass the White Knight and become the general of our homeland Arcadia."

The tip was inhibited by Schulvia's foot. The iron sole on the sole of the shoe prevented it. Standing on the back of a horse is like standing on top of it. Lester laughs bitterly. The wound engraved on my face hurts.

"Really, the Arcadia lady is in a good mood"

The horse collapses and stands on both male lands. Subordinates on both sides, both hated the handouts. We both understand. that our Lord will not allow us to serve.

Lester's name means he declared he would fight as a warrior. It doesn't matter if the other person is a woman. I decided to mobilize all my strength and pride to fight.

Sürvia's name is of a different nature. He called Arcadia his country, not the North, and called himself the White Bear. It's both the first time. That was Sülvia's readiness. He carried the two names of the great warriors he respected and decided to aspire to the high rank of Admiral. If I'm not ready for that much, how can I catch up with that guy, overtake him?

To the brilliance of its back, the soldiers of the North, who knew her from childhood, narrowed their eyes.

(Look at me, sir. If she was such a chick, she would carry her back a dozen years ago. It's no better than you, on your back. Come on)

Finally prepared for Shrevia as well. The burning wind that melts silver, which my predecessors held together. The enthusiasm brings what has it one step closer to irrationality.

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Without a doubt, Lester was far more than the enemy in front of him in terms of martial arts literacy, understanding of martial arts and mastery of martial arts. The spear, the foresight of the opponent's behavior, the response to it, one thing is not wrong. And yet...

"Ko, the madman!

The spear sharpens the enemy. The bloodshed dances. However,

…………

Enemy walks will not stop. Instead, I step in. The march of madness that forwards, fears, reason, even abandons instincts, as if to kill itself. One step, another, burning madness advances.

"And rarely Yee!

Lester responded with an unusual spear toward the advance, not to mention a fatal injury. The enemy has not been able to react to spears that become vertical and horizontal. It's easy to step in even though you haven't been able to. This is all I can do. So, step in...

"Blah blah!

Swing full force. That's all the thought. It doesn't extend to martial arts anyway. Then at least only force tries to win, and only force beats and squeezes away the thought of not donating.

"Fuck, fuck!

Lester can't take that. Technically, I understood that what I had just received was violence that I would never have received. This in front of me is not a martial arts. As the beast is the power of tyranny. However, it is also true that only then can it be easily accommodated. A martial arts is what it is for, and because it comes true, people mend martial arts.

"My kiss!

The problem is...

(The problem is that this woman who calls herself Shrevia is not just a beast. A beast who knows martial arts)

The person would be willing to empty his head and dare the attack of abandonment, but the body remembers the martial arts. The time she hung on the martial arts she engraved gave martial arts to beasts with powers that transcended gender, transcended people, and were like great bears.

"What's up! The bragging spear is stopping!

White bear laughs. The clutter disappeared and only power and martial arts remained. The pure monster has finally begun to unleash the full potential of its dwelling. Late blooming monsters, people change so much depending on their consciousness. He hasn't even noticed anything unusual.

The spear didn't stop. Stop the spear, but there's a blow coming. Of course I take it, I'm not even allowed to pay it. A heterogeneous sensation that stays just in contact. It reminds me of the Struckles blow.

"There's a gap!

Hulberto is knocked into the ground without knowing the meat that can be shredded. That's where Lester was moments ago, and the unpleasant sweat stains Lester's back. It's all I've been attacking since earlier, and it's supposed to be me who dominates.

"I'm itchy!

Yet Lester's mood was rather inclined towards disadvantage. A monster that keeps gaining momentum, but rather just increases. Reason, reason, everything remains a stripped trail.

"Ha, ha, ha"

A martial beast. The mind moves forward without knowing the beast, the fear. The body is a martial arts, the stacked martial arts do not lie. The mind and body fulfilled a complete fusion. The atmosphere erupts.

Are you stronger than me?

For a moment, trust in the shaken martial arts. Concerns about my nature. Lester is a genius, that much difference in what he's piled up. Without a doubt, if he had been martyred by a spear, his nature might not have even given in to a martial beast.

The strength of a person is determined by talent, effort, and heart.

Lester is the third element,

"Finally, we caught up!

We lost to Shrevia.

"Ah."

Lester's foot was held against Shrevia's foot. Sülvia wins with force even as she escapes. For a moment the heart swayed, Shrevia killed Lester's foot. The distance to wave the spear, too, is dead.

"Yes -"

Sürvia's rigidity crushed Lester. Flesh beaten and shaken at such a rate that the halbert pattern is distorted. The sound of multiple bone breaks echoes, and a mutilated demon that can't even scream spills with his breath.

"Buha, you're still strong, 'Black Eagle'. I thought you were gonna die."

With Lester dancing through the universe in an orbit that I don't think was roughly flown by a human, Sülvia gets a puffy cut of the thread of tension. There are no human beings without the fear of death. Sürvia's death was born of holding back her instincts by her will. She is not a beast. Even the beast has fear. She was able to win because she pushed it forward.

Lester is slapped to the ground. He lay still on the ground without moving. A great deal of despair spills from the soldiers of Ostberg. At that moment,

A drink poured down from the Arcadia side. Surprisingly loud the shruvia you receive.

"Uncle, no, Master Shrevia! Brilliant!

The soldiers of the North recognized Shrubia as the true Lord at this moment. As the only warrior to lead ourselves, not as the blood of Shrvestel, we welcomed her.

"Oh, thanks for believing me. Mine, win -"

Everyone was intoxicated by the triumph of the new 'White Bear', both Schulvia and the warring samurai. But they must not forget. If he had been just a samurai, if he had been Lester until yesterday, he would have died here. My heart was broken, even if I wanted to connect my life.

"Me, Osdberg's, second place -"

It's obsession to move him. There was a kingdom to defend and the heavy responsibilities entrusted to it, as a warrior, and the will to surpass pride as a knight.

Broken arms, shaken right half brazenly activated,

"Dear Lezdaaaaaaaaaa!

I threw my pride at it. Shattered bones play discord. I heard a thousand cuts of crooked meat. But the overflowing hymn cancels it out. Lester smiled. A laugh that convinced me of victory. And at this moment, Lester, a clean, clean knight, is dead.

"Hey, can't you? Mr. Shrevia has a sweet filling."

On that ray of pride, one man stood with a crossbow. As soon as I entered the army, as that man first taught me, I stomped firmly on my two legs, and in procedural motion,

"I'll wipe your ass today."

I let go of the arrow. Unlike a bow, it has the uniform power of a karaki scheme. I don't choose the user. It gave them a fang for the weak soldier. He gave those who could not even handle bows a place to live.

"Me, I haaaaaaaaaaaa!?

An arrow stood in Lester's right eye. An arrow shot at the weak soldier pierced his eyeball and even penetrated his skull. This is the power vested in them. The fangs that gave us to ourselves that the White Knight was supposed to be ravaged. I've gotten over this and wisdom to this day. They let me get over it.

Now it's time for Lester to completely cut off. My heart breaks, my thoughts fall into darkness, my body stops. The fallen Ostberg army has a general and flees. The Schulvians couldn't keep up. Because...

"You look terrible. The beauty in the corner is ruined."

"Julian! You, why!

The stifling Yulian's chest, the black spear, was shining brightly. Yulian laughs slowly and falls down. Shrevia hugged it.

"Oh no. Isn't that a stupid question? Please don't take the spear. You'll die faster."

The aftermath of the victory scratched out in an instant.