Tower of Karma

An anger, a blood wind, a bunch of flying people. I don't know the right or left. I believe in the martial arts I trained to run in the turmoil. Proceed as long as you live to see how far you can go and where you will stop, and don't stop walking until the time you die.

(I'm good at messing around!)

Burn your life in a flash.

Today is when you change yourself. Take the life you picked up in that burning mansion to a meaningful form.

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Renault looked at the battlefield from a calm perspective. This much turmoil, tactics don't make sense in the center. Winning a brawl was the one with the momentum, and that was only in Arcadia. Both wings of the favor cannot reach the enemy formation. Those who move to defend themselves, not the enemy formation, were stopped by Gregor and Shrubia instead of the young martial arts.

It is with their strength and experience that this situation will continue.

"Is it a matter of time?"

And it was the continuation of the situation, that is, the defeat of Garias. If the center has been breached, we can reach the neck of Leno, the general of this battlefield. Then the real end. We need to order a retreat before that happens.

"I withdraw. Gentlemen, please prepare yourselves."

"But my lord. This is an enemy country, and as Your Excellency has examined, behind it are the Arcadian soldiers who have been scattered until now unnatural, restructured to form a loose siege -"

"If that siege narrowed and pinched before and after, a consistent end. If we retreat now, we may be able to truncate and return some of the widespread siege. And give a signal to Laconia."

Renault's mouth stopped. Even if there's no way you can win if you're not mistaken in your thoughts, there's a way you can't lose. Moving the troops packing into Laconia won't be a difficult thing to get away with. That's why Lenore learned to hook up.

(There's still a way out. But is that possible? A situation created by sacrifice and intensive preparation that has not gone far. Can there be a hole in it and such a convenient development for us? to the White Knight opponent)

This is a trap to kill yourself in the first place. I cut myself to death, and it should have been a move for that. There is a gap there. If you think about it, there's a gap.

(If, already -)

Leno slowly shifts his gaze behind his back. That can't be right. That's not possible. But if that's the case, then all the twitches fit. If the victory so far and the circumstances of today were to be upon the hands of all,

Renault thinks desperately. Ingredients to deny the 'worst' I just came up with. But all that comes to mind is what reinforces that idea. It makes me feel as if that's the truth. No, the truth doesn't change no matter how many words of denial you overlap.

Because there was nothing that could overshadow this assumption.

(- If so, the live path is dead. On the contrary, beyond that too)

Lenore finally got the full picture. I wasn't able to foresee everything, but I read through the White Knight's aim to some extent. The hour is already late, and that's on this occasion. Still, there is no help left to save the future. It was a difficult choice for young Yingjie,

"I will not withdraw. Fight as hard as you can. Drop Oldengard and it's our win. One more push, one push, and we'll make history."

Renault flies a swing as he inspires his surroundings. Morale, which was about to fall, increased slightly.

"Got it! I joined the avant-garde."

"No, you will not join the avant-garde. I entrust my life to you, Roger, my deputy general."

Renault invites Roger, his deputy general. And I whispered in my ear.

"This battle is our loss. On the contrary, if we keep going, it will be an irrevocable situation for Garias and for the world."

"Hey, what the hell -"

"Briefly. I had a few hands from my predecessor's head. [M] Only one of them is available now. You will make it happen. I'll stay here and buy you some time. You must fulfill your secret destiny. Because of my weakness, I apologize for the arrogance that caused this. I asked you, Mr. Roger."

It's not William's worth that Lenore missaw. It is my worth from William. I put that too high. In this battlefield, the opening of the difference felt in the skin was unworthy of vigilance. There's no way I'm going to go through all this trouble for that.

"What about the rest of us?

"If you extend your time to the limit, you will surrender. So..."

In Roger's ear, Renault speaks. Give me your last hope, the last thread that will remain in this situation.

"Always, I'll show it to you."

"I'm not worried about you. Because I know best about senior excellence."

"Don't you dare say that, Leno. Don't die."

"Take care, Mr. Roger."

Roger straddled his horse as it was and disappeared in the hustle and bustle. The leftover Lenore breathes heavily and regains his temper. This is where it stands. Every minute from here leads to the future of Garias.

(I forgot your hand, I'm angry with the maniac himself)

Lenore flies a roaring instruction with the fierceness he usually doesn't show.

(When you were visiting Gallias informally, your information did not unnaturally leak to other countries. From Wolterior, where grass people from all over the country enter and leave, including Death's "Snake," from Garias, the "Power" that seals off information perfectly. He can't be here this time either. So you pulled me in here. It wasn't my life you wanted)

The instruction is a precise response. As yet, Garias' army was not dead.

(What you wanted to crush was information. From the beginning, you've been aiming for just that. From Laconia to here, our transmission has not been leaked anywhere. I mean, the world doesn't know. that you, the White Knight, have once again stood on the battlefield)

Momentum rebounds.

(The only one who knows it is me. If it is death, the fatherland will be marched unaware)

Still, we haven't decided to lose.

(That's all I can't let you do!)

For the sake of their country, they turned into hot stones.

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The body falling there had a serene look on his face as if he were asleep. They didn't realize they were dead. And one scratch invisible to his appearance. Beautiful body was complete. Those who created it quietly assimilate to the scenery.

"The closer we get to Arkas, the more accurate we become. We are things that the Dark, Dark King recognizes and helps the next king. We are the shadows that you, the men of light, will not perceive."

They had the art of killing people without scratching them. It repairs vibrations, shocks, and the art of destroying the body. As an assassin, he is supreme. Children of the Dark King.

"You guys are lucky. Our chief is not as kind as we are."

Regular contact to the rear had erased them leaving no trace. And across the street from the information, Laconia has their head in. Ten comparable assassins, one strongest assassin who is the head, if on the Laconian scale, is enough overnight.

Not in the eyes, no smell or sound, they turn it off. Life, too easy.

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Renault's desperate stickiness. In a muddy war situation, he inspired his allies more than anyone else and flew instructions louder than anyone else. Clear, precise instructions bottom-up the power of the military. The army, the flock is a collection of creatures. The creature therefore has fever. Sometimes that goes beyond reason.

"Don't retreat, huh? I see, you're still excellent. Seven years ago, I could have taken advantage of him, but the time had passed to raise him. From here on in the harvest time, I will eat the fruitful heroes and make my time. If you curse, resent your weakness and the world that chose me."

A battlefield that is thriving. But on one point, irregularly, when we did, there was a bunch of people moving like thieves.

"Power is life. Even if it's not a sword, a spear, or a bow workout, all of his walking paths become 'power'. Your power is its sense of smell. Innate, acquired, hit everything you've polished. The path you took was never flat. From a distant exotic country, you've come this far. Then take another step. I never thought you were inferior to the three of us."

Seeing the beginning of that group, William smiled.

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No one noticed. Enemy, I didn't recognize a man who sews between and runs when he runs among his allies. When he was a young man, he used Suri as his business. Born in the largest city in the world, the most densely populated market in the world was where he lived. In a crowd, it's normal to turn off the signs and move. If they notice, they die. At that risk, sometimes he was about to be caught and killed, and he was getting it. the ability to get to the target more efficiently and quickly than anyone else and achieve their goals.

"- Left-wing retreat! Central, at all...... Huh?

Then the enemy's main unit, the man who appeared in front of Leno.

"Buha, kichi"

Claude Lewis fleshed out to Leno. Nobody in this room knows about this man. Unnamed young men have not reached anyone, even Osvalt still struggled near the seventh and eighth, but ascended faster than anyone else, reaching the main battalion to show them.

"Admiral, I put it on!

And Claude comes in without any hesitation. Even though there are many rides around Leno with standing sides of his arm, those eyes only look at Leno's neck.

"Bullshit, don't do it, kid!

The proximity kills Claude. A man who didn't have any shards of atmosphere until earlier, he steps on them when he can defeat them. Approaching, engaging, at that moment, a blazing flame. The spear is the one that put that heat on the 'disease wind' they know. The bloodshed dances. Claude reigns like a flame.

"Retreat, it's my chance to finally come around. I don't want to miss it!

The temper is flashing. It is annihilated by an exceptional spear.

"Neck, come here, Yee!

Fame, upliftment, ambition, ambition, always leaning up. The appearance that I would do anything for it. Renault had seen it and remembered himself before he became a hundred generals. I think after remembering. This young man is not like himself. I don't know what the difference is. But the difference in overflowing calories, the difference in heat relative to living, was twelve enough to hold something.

"My name is Renault de Chatenier. Garias is proud to have one hundred generals!

Renault also holds a sword that he is never good at. There is no longer an escape. If every minute of this leads to the future, you can't die here. Whether you're good at it or not, you have to open the way with that sword.

"I'm the future of my country!

"Neck -"

A hand with Leno's sword was slashed off to stroke on the tip of the spear. A spear with a glimpse of delicacy in the intensity. I was so skilled that I didn't think I was younger than myself.

"- Give me that!

A blow that breaks the sprouts of counterattack. The opposite hand is also severed.

Claude's eyes reflect Renault's neck, only one point of it.

Renault laughed. I know the end of the road.

"... go beyond my corpse, young Arcadia hero"

"Whoa!"

Say the words or not, and that's where Renault's neck dances. Any relentless Claude cut off his neck. The path of a warrior who kills, ascends, kills and walks his enemies.

"Whew. Fine and great, I rise with your noble neck. Look, Misha, it was a rat. See how far I can go."

Claude hoisted that neck with a growl.

Fallen into the land of Lenor de Châtenier and Oldengard, the newcomer of Gallias.

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Claude's roar. Ripples spread over both armies one by one.

"Hey, hey, to this habit."

Oswalt's talented woman had come as far as the enemy's main force was concerned. However, given the density ahead of us from here, it will still take some time. The fact that Claude came in late earlier hurt Beatrice's pride a little. I hurt you, but...

The little gutsy pose she was unconsciously making, which is a sign that she's still happy to be hurt. I would never admit it, but there was admiration for a friend who finally took the opportunity.

"Who's that guy?"

"Master Renault, no."

"You had a kid like that in our house"

Some voices spare Leno, but Claude was too anonymous in the first place to be confused with his enemy allies. The question swirls and many hands stop as to who the hell that young man is and why he was almost single enough to reach the main formation.

"You fucked up, Claude!

"Haha, this will happen one day. Because I have the strength."

There was cheer from those from the same school, especially the vulgarly known Taylor's Childrens that William had picked up. It was powerful but unfair, and as you can see about the surname, the world was poor, and few were worried about the clumsy appearance.

"We haven't lost yet! Take Lady Lenore's revenge!

Tearing loose air but screaming. The air changed with that one word. The consciousness that was hanging in the universe simultaneously turned to Claude. Assembly of consciousness, hostility pounds on Claude.

"Fuck either one of you. You want to surrender, you're gonna blow it."

To that hostility, Claude sweats disgustingly. This place is deep in enemy formation, with no allies around it, just enemies. The leading man looks quite usable. From victory to victory, in crisis...

"Continue to me -"

The man's words did not last until the end. Arrows poking at the back of the head. Whoever let it go was quite far away. A distance of five hundred meters. The monster quietly laughs, shooting precisely and unmatched distances that would not reach him in the first place with a normal bow.

"The bow was a short distance away... well, you mean Claude's Day"

The shooting swept away until the last spark that was about to burn.

Osvalt's intimidation, which shows warfare as if to anoint hostility, also plays a role.

Claude, aided by the indirect backup of the two of them, gives a bumpy look. The three youngsters were building a supportive team. I don't want to admit it to all three of you.

Young times show fetal mobility.