Tower of Karma

In an instant, the war changed. There is despair in Arcadia, but hope sprouts in Ostberg. That's all a man named William was hunting down Strakles, a pillar of Ostberg. A struggle that usually never shows. Even my men, who have been with me for years, never saw anything called Struckles struggling with a single hit.

The equilibrium breaks down, and the Ostberg army over a painful time is lined with expressions of relief. Again, strakless was absolute. You can't lose, that's why you're a giant star.

"What, no"

Rich in defeat. William hasn't given up yet. I even put my damage into the calculation and put a fix in between moments. Its speed and diversity are impossible for those who take a single sword for granted. It is beautiful to lay a fix on the fix and cross over quite a bit.

"But you can't win. It's only a matter of time."

I can see it without Gustav being stabbed with a spear of war. That's the end of the spectacle. A battle without a win. The opposing monster has no scratches that can be called handy, but rather moves more rapidly than earlier. Defeat was no longer a matter of time.

Gustav checks his surroundings and sighs.

"I know how you feel. But don't move. You know as much as you can about what happens if you get your hands on it now."

At the end of Gustav's gaze was Shrevia's attempt to take on Hulberto and move out. Gustav's words controlling its destinations. Sürvia bites her teeth.

"The force is equal. But the difference in morale makes as much difference as an asshole. Now the overall morale difference cannot be overridden by the quality of the field and the general to a lesser extent. The cup of tea is packed immediately. That giant star get messed up in the first place with your 'em' handouts? It's payback, and it contributes to the morale of the other guy, and it just spreads the wound - but hey, Jan."

At the end of Gustav's gaze was Shrevia, and at the end of his eyes was Jan, who was about to pop out again after changing his blood phase. That look, Gustav still looks familiar.

"I think it would have been nice if you'd kept trying. But you wouldn't have chosen it. A decade in the north was too much to rot Kirinko. With us in this situation and many others, that's you now. We're not in that monster's sight."

I turned away Jan from Gustav's words. Gustav spills a bitter laugh at that human-like reaction. I was wondering if even a man who had lost his mind since then could still have this look. That's all the stuff the guy's got.

(It's the mountains that can help you, but there's no way you can get your hands on it at the time of this situation. You were gonna do that too, weren't you? Then show them through, White Knight. Even if he dies, it makes sense if his heart is on fire. Oh, you're right. I want you dead. It's better for Arcadia than not winning here. It's cruel, but you chose the path.)

William was forced to retreat so badly that he didn't know how many times. That's no longer unlike buying time like no other. Stretch out the loss and wait for the win.

"Sticky Wo"

I don't even think this guy's gonna give me that.

"Not yet, not yet. We can still do this."

William delivers his sword to the sheath. Strakles opened his eyes gently. The atmosphere changes. Somewhat, to the extent that expectations can be expected.

(Probably special. Looks like you're gonna cut the strongest hand.)

William took the stand. Don't go forward on your own feet and be thorough on the counter. Strakles laughed. The ambush pushes perfection into crushing distress and still leaves a possibility. Pay tribute once again to the strength of the good enemy. At the same time...

(Then I will now grind it from the front with grandeur and no room for disagreement!)

The grin turned to fierce. I'm not playing the other guy's trump card. I am fully alert. A body, years of experience, screams to alert the full-blown creative man in front of you. That's not what it is. The more billionaires it is to move forward, the more concentrated battle power it has.

"... are you putting it down?

That's why I move on. I take the Great Sword on my shoulder, I don't care, I come a grand distance.

"I'm more alert than I am in my life. Wow. Then make fun of what's coming out. That's when I decided to attack straight."

Crush this and you win. Crush it or you lose. Easy to understand.

Hero, Strakles was waiting for this.

"Fuck, man."

Angelm and Gregor can only tremble. Even ourselves watching from the side can't stop our fears. William was twisting the same atmosphere as when he was perfect. If they were antagonistic, comparable to when they were dominant, they should at least be mutual.

"Look, it's the kid's realm, right?

Unmade, Strakles stepped in in time. William narrows his eyes. Exhale and exhale. I created a state of complete weakness, made improvements to the improvements from that time I first saw them, and entrusted everything to my strongest technology that I managed to do.

"Hiccup."

The pull-out operation has already been carried out outside the perception of the strakless. The moment we entered the realm, the sequence of living together was beginning. This is also one of the elements that lead to overspeed. Precedence outside perception. With the fastest and smallest operation, exchange it.

"What!?

It's already too late when Strakless's perception reaches out. The monster at a time when it can be perceived at this stage in the first place. Normally, the result should be dead before it even reaches close. Still, in William's experience, he can't make it to the realization at this stage.

"It's over!

Even Wolfe shouldn't make it at this time. Not even Kyle.

"Funny!

I can't make it, it should have been.

"Here's the thing, bye-bye!

Strakles let his body down at a rate not commensurate with its gigantic body. He drops without hesitation to the point where he is on the verge of falling, almost like falling. The more you can play the earth, the lower your head, the lower your posture, the lighter you actually play the earth, and the more powerful and black wolf you are forced to advance in agility. Scratching William's sword, he made it for him on its right.

For the first time, William remembered the monster in front of him, an emotion close to despair at its bottomless power of war. The shaken blade cuts the sky. The fastest and strongest fangs of his own were torn by just one nature, a technique he kept grinding to grasp heaven.

"Power is justice. On the battlefield, I am justice!

The opponent who continued to reign as a hero at the top of the world for nearly half a century. It wasn't like I was bluffing. I didn't insult you. I have been on the utmost alert and have been best prepared.

But I can't win. Instead, the half-power has further enhanced the brilliance of the giant star.

Strakles swung the great sword out of it all at once for. A blow that smashes everything. Impossible posture, a movement of different dimensions that I could not have done until yesterday. The blow that exploited that backlash had the highest power of all attacks.

"I haven't..."

William blows away. Strakles smiled bitterly. Let's do the business of a man who lets his best hands go unconsciously, with his face down in despair. Instead of letting go of his body and squeezing it against Strakless's blow, he held his body together and let him squeeze his sword. Of course, he was crashing into the arm he was transferring at an austere speed, and another bone got a crushed feel.

The battle is long overdue. Perhaps this should have broken my heart.

William's strongest was defeated. Strakless crushed. The word triumph floating behind Strakless's brain. The warm, lovely king laughing like a grandson to himself that lies ahead -

"No?"

An arrow stood on Strakless's arm. A blow aimed at the indirect. Probably some tea around Jan. I guess I thought it was at least one arm knowing I couldn't win. It's a nasty thing.

To this extent, I've been tampered with.

Strakless moving his gaze around. Strakles' gaze stopped along the way. I saw Jan, but that's why. From its standing position, it is impossible for an arrow to strike in the direction in which it stands. Finally, Strakles learned the weight of the matter. A moment of alarm, chronic heart, trace relief.

The arrow protrudes further. In the same position, almost simultaneously, in addition to one, a total of three arrows were pierced into the right arm indirect area, which is Strakless's dominant arm. There is only one person who can do this kind of detachment move, other than Jan. Just now, the person who just broke my heart. It is natural to be on the ray. Because it flew in the direction where I swung my arm out.

Strakles had excluded the man from his head. First of all, there can be no timing. The arrow stood up as soon as it blew up. He should still have been in the air. The first shot is in the air, the second just after the landing, the third while passive, all far from normal.

Yet the aim is unparalleled. If it's just the accuracy of the aim, it might be better than Eurydice, Tristram or Maximiliano.

"You loose, Strakless. Let me guess who you floated with earlier, Grandpa."

The man was throwing up blood reflexes. A bow is placed in his hand.

The wounded right hand of the Great Sword can't support it and then drops it. Because of the strength of the strongest class, the weapons of the chosen were not supported by a powerless right hand.

A shock ran to the battlefield. The scales, they shake.

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Dropping right arm. The puffiness drips blood. William took some of the monster's support. Strakles looks at it and squeezes his face tight. I am not myself to be shaken by this degree of wear and tear. I don't care about injuries.

"You don't have to be cowardly."

What is unforgivable is being caught off guard on the battlefield. If it is frustrating, it is one of them.

"Speaking of which, you carried it. Boring props... so you're gonna beat me, kid! I'm Strapless! The strongest shake to this extent!

William fired a fourth shot without saying whether or not. Aim for the face of Strakless.

"Hoo-hoo, White Knight!

Strakles captured it with his teeth and chewed it up with the force of his jaw. The monster that makes it, the giant star still just lost one arm too. Far from full creation.

"I lay the starfrost, my predecessors, and my predecessors carry the history that has accumulated, but not the Great General of Ostberg. Never again can you touch my pride."

Strakles picked up the great sword with one left hand and showed it swirling easily. I took a big step with that on my shoulder. And propel, giant monster.

"It tells me what the Great General weighs!

Explosive propulsion.

"The weight of the Great General,"

William laughed at it with his nose. Again, put your sword on the sheath and take a living position. The next arrangement was an anomaly. They say they're together, but they're holding the pattern with both hands.

"If that's the peeling self, I'd say it's noble and proud."

Strakles comes through William's realm without any hesitation whatsoever. It would be normal given the earlier movements. I'm not a hesitant man because I know it's a move I can handle after seeing it move.

Now let him scratch, and William let go of his low-altitude abode. Instead of looking at it and then avoiding it, Strakles instantly makes the decision to respond with his sword.

"If it was the skin that was covering something up, it could be weak."

Struckles' sword collided with William's. Sparks to explode, metal sounds to split. And two blades that antagonize in hollow. Strakles bites his teeth tightly and William laughs damned.

"Not even the Great General has one arm. No, you finally fell like a human being."

William breaks down the antagonism himself and switches bodies in flowing motions. Dare to punch straight in. Strakles, who paid it all off with one arm, was brilliant. But it looks brilliant. With one arm, you can't use a crushing sword like you did earlier.

"Gaha, that's not one arm away!

Strakles makes an accurate point by looking at the person. William's body must be so full of creativity that the limits are coming. Even if it isn't, the pain runs all over your body, and it shouldn't be where you fight. I can't possibly be moving like this for granted in the first place.

"What, it's painful screaming and other comforting things"

Yet William even increased the sword's RPM. My body screams. Blood scatters from the edge of the mouth. Still, William doesn't stop. Instead, it puts more effort into it as if it increases pain.

"Compared to losing your beloved, hey, you'd think so, Grand General. Compared to losing Ernst, it should erase the pain in his right arm."

Strakles took a distance as a fright. Now the bumping of the swords, it was Strakless who had the advantage. The longer it takes, the worse William's share of the underlying damage goes. But Strakles made the choice to let go of his advantage and take the distance himself. The giant star sees the appearance of a white demon.

"What is it, General? Did I say anything strange?

"... that we, the sword of the nation, lose the king, who is the kingdom itself -"

"Who told you about the other guy? I'm talking about you and Ernst personally."

William smashes his mouth in the form of a cover on Strakless's words.

"Say what... ooh!

Strakles put his sword to William as if to block it. A giant star attacking as harshly as before. William opens his mouth as he takes it.

"The first discomfort was that the samurai Strakles intervened in politics. The realm I never laid a hand on, no matter what, where I stepped in and gave birth to one king."

Each and every Struckles attack can be powered. Clear hostility, and haste.

"There are three reasons. One disgusted my predecessors who were foolish, this seems most likely and most unlikely. If it moves in the first place, it would be moving faster, and suddenly it's a funny story to keep it static until now."

"Don't be silly! Don't slap wasted mouths on the battlefield!

"Two! If Ernst was a masterpiece. I thought this was the truth. Until I see the real thing at the King's Council. At first glance. Okay. Sure enough, that guy has a talent for people. But that's all. Not enough to bend the hold of a man named Strakles as a general."

"Shut the fuck up!

Strakless's kick captured William's belly. Blowing William. Gain certainty as you roll. After all, this was the Weekpoint.

"Gu, but... three, if the presence of Ernst for Strakles was special. I don't need a reason for this. There is no contradiction in you settling in the king and defending it. But..."

William, let's go. Garlic, with a devilish grin.

"Is that what it looks like to be king and general? A relationship that allows you to face your predecessors and Ostberg history with your chest up? Who has distorted the history of Ostberg, who has separated the military junta?

"Shut up, kid!

William's mouth shot was poking precisely at Strakless's steeple. In a way, the best harvest in the King's Council was the relationship between these two. I don't want to call Ernst an asshole. There is enough instrumentality to deduce as a king, and the atmosphere that people like will be quite powerful as something to stand on. But that's only a tale of qualities. I could only hold something far as a king in the sense of acquired learning. The place is taken, and all you have to do is observe it in depth, and that's all that comes to mind. I know the relationship, the emotions, so I can take it.

"Look, it's a picture star"

William, who took a massive blow with a piece of paper, couldn't help it.

"And weakness."

I stabbed a sword through Strakless's chest. He shredded it many times earlier, causing his sword to stand as thin as he could think. Blood bursts from the end of Strakless's mouth. William's mouth shot was creating a huge crack in the giant star.

"Wow, I... I just..."

Strakles forgetting me. He is shaken by the distortion of himself, not by pain, but by the distorted king and general he was hiding imperfectly. Strakles until he rose Ernst to the throne must have been an untouched grand general. There should have been no gap in the battlefield. But he's made a choice.

"It's a shame, Strakles. Even people like you make mistakes. That's why you lose it. The most important thing. I'll kill Ernst. You can't stop it."

William pulled his sword out of Strakles. Blood erupts.

Strakles looks up to heaven. I'm sorry to crush something, and...

"I don't have to be a general."

Shoot William with his blood running eyes. The stripping atmosphere has arrived.