Tower of Karma

There were several shadows dancing mad at the top of a certain mountain range that night when Nort fell. The herd, dressed in black, flirts face-to-face in a careless motion. Be careful to throw in poisoned knives from afar, release blow arrows, exercise short bows, etc. But that couldn't be a decision. That face to face is one of the monsters.

"Shadows are shadowy, crawl to the ground!

Roger Perlan. I still grabbed the head of the assassin who cut the paralysis and stuffed the distance, slapped him straight to the ground and destroyed his head. Even then, he exercised his sword as a guard, a shield to his surroundings, and kept warm, while still taking advantage of the battlefield.

(Is this the former hundred generals, Renault's katana? Now that the sequence is the highest, the layer is too thick)

Leaving at full speed if there is a gap. Climb the mountain all at once.

(If the White Dragon doesn't come, you can't win. Except with a few more people, the numbers were too low from the first assassination failure to this point. There are too many gaps to buy time)

The assassins follow their enemies with incredible faces. It is unrememorable that in this dark night we have struggled so much with only one opponent. It's a funny story at the time of assassination failure in the first place. During the break, he assaulted Roger, who looked asleep. But...

As soon as he snuck into the range of the sneak blower without a sound, a sword stood on the head of that assassin. A moment of confusion arose over the sudden event, and in that moment Roger stuffed the distance and beat the two more to death. I can't let a samurai from nobility know how many places I stepped on like this.

(He was born in a poor house one step ahead of his people. Two years of mercenary life grew the strength of this irregular battle in a rough life, a day dawn in a feudal quarrel? Nevertheless -)

I wasn't alarmed. But it's true that he was using brain resources for his thinking. For a moment, Roger didn't miss me. Throw all the stones of Kobushi, more powerful means used in action than in ancient times.

(- Strong!?)

Sheltering with his arms on his feet broke bones, and he could not avoid falling from an unstable scaffold called a branch of a tree. As he falls, one of the assassins laughs under his mask.

Good job.

While falling, he is not the one to miss an immobile enemy. I can see Roger now taking up the sword and pushing forward. The destructive power of the one blow that filled the distance at once and swung it down was powerful enough to tear the human body vertically.

"Well, he was a nasty enemy."

Two more around Roger, lurking in hiding, but that doesn't even stop him. You no longer have to destroy each. This is a battle power difference that allows you to move forward while chasing your opponent.

"Wait, Leno. I'll show you what I can do!

Roger runs. for fulfilling the mission given.

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William had his eyes on the northwest direction. If there's any movement, that's where it is. It doesn't matter what the victory is today. A fool drunk on victory is making a fool of himself when he says he will march again tomorrow. It will fit in soon, too. If victory is taken for granted, the air will also change. And the anxiety material for that victory...

"I wonder if I can connect, Roger Perlan, Renault de Chatenier. If we don't connect, today's victory and tomorrow's victory will take the blow of my sword without your knowledge of your country."

There's only one hand that Lenore let go. Deep down in the enemy country, if only one person tries to change the situation, there are not so many ways, etc. If Roger crosses the border and tries to communicate single information, it's too late. Even if Roger told someone and flew an early horse to his home country, it would be too late to move out of there. You must know that as Leno. If so,

"The fire of hope..."

We just have to go beyond people's feet, beyond horses, and take a way to fly information faster than sound.

Yes, the method of transmission devised by Salomon, who was the brainchild of Garias, and William has also used. Light a high and promising place, take it and light it at another point as well. By repeating it in many places, we can convey unparalleled and accurate information far away. The name was inventively named after the inventor.

"- Lighted, huh?"

The fire of Salomon.

Hope lit up for Garias. However,

"There's no point in connecting. I wonder if I can protect that fire."

As yet, the aim has not been achieved.

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Roger Perlan's battlefield began in the corner of Ulterior. Every day is a day of struggle, and Roger has survived a battle without amateurs adding or subtracting from each other. In the middle of the teens, the completion of a defective boy beyond anyone's control, now the intrigue was used by children, adults and framed as the wings to leave the country.

The fangs polished up in two years of mercenary life were no longer the same as those of amateurs. In an instant, he named himself a mercenary, and what an anecdote Gaius himself went to pull out. Some parts could not cope with the Garias-style tactics, the sequence was low, but Boltos and others were among the best at a glance in force and survival.

sequence fifty-second, was never satisfactory. I can still go up there. Roger himself was certain of that. And no one doubted that.

"It's Renault de Chatenier. As of today, I have been assigned as General Roger's deputy."

"Oops, I hear that's pretty much it when it comes to military law. I hope so."

Maybe only Gaius, who made this difference, could see.

We didn't need much time until Roger realized that this deputy was equipped with the sensibilities and a deep understanding of the military law that had slipped through. It was unacceptable at first. It took time before I swallowed it, saying that the young builder, who had lived only slightly more as a nobleman than himself in the beating up, was up there.

Still, I see it little by little within the side. He and his nobleman insulted him when he found free time to study martial arts. He said he was a seeker who delved into his knowledge and sought a deep understanding. Roger understands even if he doesn't like it.

Either you should stand on top,.

One day, Roger set up a mock fight. The result ended in the defeat of Leno, a form that pushed Roger's defeat back in tactical terms only by force. As a result, Roger resigned from the Hundred Generals and chose the path to serve Garias as Renault's deputy.

When he saw the day's victory, he looked remorseful, and Roger saw 'Wu' to him. I saw Garias tomorrow. Still stretching. To my unreachable heights, for which I thought I would hold my sword.

"This fire is the remnants of a man who was supposed to stand behind Garias' future. As the deputy secretary of Lenor de Châtenier, I will do my duty!

Flames burning behind Roger's back. Its brilliance is the future of Garias. Means of communication of information secretly prepared by Salomon. Neither was the kingdom of the servant darkness able to break through until one of the few mountains near the border, the trick prepared there.

"It's not what I found out. I just do my job."

Against is Arcadia's strongest assassin, the White Dragon. The force is sharpened with each passing year. I did not fail to drill myself with the flying of the Lord.

White Dragon's fingers clasp at internal pressure. It forms such a powerful extractor that it is likely to destroy with its own force. Its hardness is outward, like steel, like a sword, a knife.

Roger also pulled out his sword. Stand on your shoulders with half a body. It is a battlefield born sword technique that specializes in the weight of a blow. In action is my home town.

No, no, no.

Sparks scattered in the dark night. Dancing mad killing intent and fighting spirit. The strongest assassins and the strongest on the battlefield. The White Dragon should prevail if it is under the cover of darkness at night. But the flame behind it sets Roger up. The weight of the blow is Roger, and the sharpness of the blow is White Dragon. The speed is White Dragon, the strength is Roger.

"If there's a gap, kill me."

White Dragon gives instructions to the two assassins behind him. Roger grinned bitterly at the instruction. If you and your opponent are going to die, it is the weight of their lives that makes them laugh. I fear death over this period, but I find no fear in their eyes.

(No stray, huh? If I were you, I'd be the advantage!)

Fear is also a source of strength. I even think it would be a waste to throw that away. There was a martial arts before I got over my fears. Wu does not betray himself now.

Swords and fists explode. There is no gap between the multiple intertwined masters.

"Don't give up yet"

Fire still shows no sign of a connection.

"I have no reason to give up. I don't care if you keep dancing till morning!

But there was no sign of Roger giving up again. White Dragon makes an immediate decision.

(It is unknown if it is intact. Do you want to try to die?)

At once, Roger's heavy blow hit the shoulder of the White Dragon.

"Become!?

mutilated. Along the way, White Dragon grabbed his opponent's sword, its handles.

"Death is salvation. For the Dark One like us."

Keep kicking your opponent's belly. It's not just a kick. It is a blow unleashed with intent to kill by the strongest assassin. The bone breaks and conveys a sense of standing on the gut.

"The situation has been decided. No more standing up."

White Dragon sent signals by hand to the two behind him. Put out the flames.

Soon the two of them broke the foundations that formed the fire of Salomon. As soon as the foundation breaks down, it quenches the fire. If you quench the fire, then...

"Gaaaaaaaaaa!"

Sprinkling blood reflexes, the beast of struggle grabbed and broke the skulls of the two. Dropping torso. Throw it into the fire and the beast turns to the enemy.

"Wouldn't you stop in pain... if you didn't kill him more than your spirit outweighs your flesh?"

White Dragon also suffers from shallow wounds. On top of that, I'm prepared to be a protracted war from here on out. The opponent doesn't stop until he dies. Same for myself.

"Ma, also, ru!

Two bloodwet beasts strike each other at the top of an unnamed mountain.

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No one knows if that fire will connect. If I only missed it today. The watchman is also a human, albeit a mission. It won't be an unlikely possibility. There is no watchdog. There must be something the devil can give you about a Garias person with a serious temperament. People rot in seven-year surveillance, not knowing when they will be released.

If you think calmly, you may be less likely to be watching.

"but you know what?"

"It's over. No matter how long you wait, hope doesn't connect. Seven years, too much for people to rot."

White Dragon pulls out like he chooses to pull out. A bright red reflecting the flames of Terra.

"I'm home!

White Dragon flipped himself into Roger's pathetic appearance. Like saying you can't watch, you can't look directly at it. Roger couldn't see the look on White Dragon's face.

"Do it."

White Dragon short instructions. Soon a few shadows were there. There is not a single madness to the knife released from their hands, which pierces Roger's body.

"I can't help you no matter how. Lethal amount of bleeding and lethal amount of poison, this time -"

Break it. I hope so. But...

"White Dragon!

Signs of swelling behind your back. White Dragon's face was warped. Now it's time for a clear shake.

"Why are you!

Pay the sword that strikes you like a spinner. It was a heavier sword than I could have imagined, a blow all over me. It's already over the limit, and hope fades again. Still, the White Dragon gets swayed by the way he tries to resist. Why, are they beautiful?

"You're dead. It'll be over! You also had the option to abandon your mission and flee. Why choose death? Why can I give you my life? You're not scared!

Stick with the opposite hand from the recipient. A sharp blow, another possibility of survival disappears.

"Scary."

That's what Roger looks like.

But I'm not lost.

The paradox that it's too sunny and bloody wet and now dying man is full of vitality. White Dragon gets barometric pressure. Like the man. His eyes say...

"This is my chosen path!

When did you go the wrong way?

The sword of the man also exceeded his limits at the time of his death. A heavy, fast, brilliant blow carries an inevitable death. White Dragon was ready to die. If you're going to die from this blow, don't just say it's the main hope in a way.

"We will not die easily."

"Death is salvation, and we will not be saved"

"Death as you wish, that's impossible."

The blow was stopped at the hands of the assassins who had refrained behind it. To Roger's belly, to his heart, the sword stands, and the cleaved arm disappears into the dark night with the sword.

"... I know. I was a fallen man."

"Not human"

"It's that other tool. I know that too."

White Dragon pushes Roger's body flashing. A lukewarm blade. Roger's feet refuse to fall here. He lowered back and touched the luminous red lotus behind him.

"Give up, you will die"

The flames erode Roger's body. I don't even need to put my hands down anymore.

"I won't give up. This is the last hand my chosen man let go. The life of a man named Renault de Chatenier is not cheap. Yes, it's not cheap."

The flames explode. Fire increases. A life-soaking flame increases the glow in proportion to the life it swallows.

"That guy was Garias' future. He's dead, and that doesn't change!

"An idiot! If this doesn't connect, we both die for nothing. Whatever you say, that fact remains the same. Die, and bite. This world is overflowing with reckless death. It is the few chosen ones who get a meaningful death. In you..."

White Dragon's eyes opened wide. That gaze hasn't seen Roger. Behind it...

"Is the future connected?"

Roger also sees it through the eyes of the White Dragon. The White Dragon hides his eyes.

"Glory be to the future of Garias"

But that was too late. One warrior dies in abundance. Travel to the world of death where your friends await with meaningful death, with such souvenirs in the underworld.

Roger Perlan scatters on the summit of a mountain that no one knows for sure, vividly.

White Dragon's losing roar stuck.

A small fire that lights up in the mountains far south. It floats through the night. Little by little, the fire leads to the future. What no one knows, the future connected by two Yingjies who will never be remembered by anyone. I don't know where I'm going tomorrow.

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William looked at it with interest. That fire lit up after scratching the assassins, the strongest of them all, the White Dragon, all set by the Dark King Nyx. The world is never on your own side. The world has chosen itself, but apparently it will not even give me an easy path.

"Well, we have to hurry. I don't know if I'll make it... Kuck, I don't think I need to get bored."

William entertains his thoughts about how and who will come.