Tower of Karma

And on the morning of the seventh day, under the sky still mixed with darkness at night, one man was doing something to cross his nose. The wind that carries the golden sea of clouds, as well as long white hair, reflect a sparkling golden color. The man was meditating on his eyes. What do you think of in the back of your eyes, the smiling sight that matches your current look? Carve the void in motion like a conductor.

The remnants of darkness were staring at the man dyed in the morning burn.

"Are you out of your mind? The conductor's imitation, etc. according to his own nose song."

We have no doubt about ourselves, where the Dark King is a shadow. The role is the support of the White Knight. The consideration has already been paid. Nevertheless, even if you once again mobilized the assassination guild, it is too crude to say that you lost on it. If you thought about the wrath of the Dark King when you lost, you can't afford to look at the odds just yet. Even one of the evils makes me want to come with it.

"That's funny if it's such a cute thing. This is your first time with him."

"Oh. I don't know what that motion, what it means, what that guy's thinking, everything."

Let's have another shadow.

"Do you understand? You can't possibly understand. I'm not talking about us being shadows or anything, but people who can't stop being people should not think about understanding that monster, etc. I've been with him for five years, but I didn't understand one thing, and I didn't want to."

The shadow had a distorted grin as if it had been possessed.

"That's a real demon. If you're a madman with an abusive mind, you know. They are fond of it, and thereby satisfy some greed. It's easy to understand. I don't even understand. But not that one. There are no such shards as thoughts. There shouldn't be, but I have no hesitation in making contraindications"

"What are you trying to say?

"Oh, I'm sorry. If that's what you mean, keep 'looking'. Look, you're supporting the right arm of the person you're meeting with your left hand right now, right? And that right hand is gripped with a small, sharp blade. I tore it clean without a slight rash. Open the center from that incision..."

The sight of another shadow live. The movement, which was too beautiful, too divine and incomprehensible, instantly transforms the bloody scenery. There's a human face to face, and the man is dismantling it for what it means. Without precipitation, it takes place. It is not overnight operation.

"... how many have you slashed?

Shadows perceive. There's been a lot of sight.

"Nearly three hundred young and old have combined | dismantled (rose). Mostly it's always midnight. A bunch of minded people were gathering in the basement of the workshop. A couple of doctors at a crazy weapons designer, he was running around with the bodies I brought him for research purposes. I live in darkness enough to make me nauseous when I see that sight. Others had hesitations. But only that one didn't hesitate from the start and dismantled it with a look like now. What do you say, you understand? I can't do this."

To cross noses, grin and relax, chopping people up, albeit corpses. It would be very impossible for a regular person. cutting and observing death, etc. Many, many, seven years spent researching a person's body. Men, women, old men, children, even babies, dismantled.

"That's a review of that. You're an adult male now. He knew how many bones were connected, the type of muscles, where and where they were linked, even the organs were cut by type, and their function, what it could be fatal to lose, all of them." I can see it. "

"What's the point of that act?

"Deeper than anyone, know more than anyone. Contraindications cannot be avoided for that reason. Studies to get to know people more deeply, to bring doctors together is finally to make healthcare fattening. Eat the rest of your life without wasting it. People are different than they were seven years ago. Look, that one can't count the sins he's committed in the last seven years. I touched every contraindication by using what Arcas could not do to be a distant land out of sight. We flattened out all the contraindications we had."

White knight loved by the Dark King. He will look like a beautiful and noble hero to those who do not know the dark. In fact, if you knew you were dismantling the human body this way, that sight was a very picturesque addition to the golden morning burn. That's why it's scary to know.

"Understanding is far away. You shouldn't understand. If you have the same spirit as that one, even our Dark Residents will be taken in. to the bottom marsh of madness."

A hero floating in the morning burn. The essence of it was a monster. Nobody knew, nobody could stop them, and everything they had eaten in the last seven years shaped what is now a monster called 'William'. It's no longer like it was seven years ago. Those who oppose it do not know.

The monster laughs. Feel something.

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"You're around. It would be unusual to add that to your morning audition."

As William finished the autopsy and took a breath, a voice rang from the shadow behind him. A low, shady voice hits his ear. I don't even need to see it. Behind it was White Dragon, the compiler of the assassination guild. Still hard to see signs. The two people who were peeking earlier were clear though.

"It's a good day. I don't believe in occults, but this is the kind of day when something happens."

"... 'Gate' opened?

"Only God knows that, yes. I did everything I could. All you have to do is wait for the opportunity. Sometimes today, tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow, further ahead, or already broken, the plan will be broken. Nobody knows. People aren't so versatile."

"I really don't know. Did you need to go on a bet like this now in the first place?

"If you leave, Garias won't be disturbed. Arcadia, Arkland and Valhall are the three countries that now surround Gallias. These two countries sit on the land of the former Seven Kingdoms, but when it comes to national power, it does not extend to one country. Arcadia is also jilli poor. Besides, the upper levels are connected. If we do a miracle here, Airhardt will sell the country. Regardless, that's not the wrong choice. That's just what happens as a result of guiding the country. I'll deny it."

To keep Arcadia from selling, we have to beat Garias and poke at the miracle of victory. That's counterproductive in half-breed, just touching Gallias' scales. If we're going to do this, we need to be thorough, so ravaged that we never feel like facing each other again.

A miracle is needed for that.

"We're gonna lose like this."

"Even if you don't tell me. Well, watch. I've never missed a lot of games."

"... Then let's just say we believe in that hunch. He only wants victory."

"Whatever you say. Let's do our best not to break Nyx's mood."

Whether to be a hero of the times or a loser of the times, the man who went on the bet from the first battle of his return laughs quietly. I'm not sure. If you thought rationally, this bet would be somewhat bad. Still, I made a bet. A miracle needed to win, to be the culmination of an era.

The hunch was, indeed, there. The eyes were facing the opposite of the morning burn.

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Day seven, the feeling of being gently and slowly tightened up on the plate. The general's body and mind wear and tear, breaking his heart into unseen hope. A situation where you can no longer fight and win. Even my allies were beginning to wish me to give them a white flag in my heart.

I'll have it for a few more days. It is not difficult to postpone the enemy army because it does not commit the foolishness of attacking in a hurry and stands on its back. Conversely, there was no gap to enter. There is no eye for reversal. A plate stone that is not even allowed to penetrate one or eight pieces.

Unwavering defeat. It quietly erodes my heart.

"... Dear William, that's the limit"

In the meantime, Claude, Raphael and Beatrice were being summoned under William. I don't even know why I was called, and although it's good to have been called, the person I called was shown the mysterious behavior of eating in this situation, and all three of them were frightened.

The words that finally came up in my mouth, weak sounds. None of the three of them put it in their mouths but they were thinking the same thing.

"Master Gregor's ambush was the gist of the favor, but the opponent is always behind the guard and keeps his power warm. This can't be a very surprise attack. Wouldn't that be an ambush?"

Raphael was speaking for all three. Gregor's army unleashed before Garias was crowded. A total of 2,000 cavalry should have been the formula behind Garias going around the East. If so, that is an unfulfilled measure. Because Garias' eyes always looked behind him and still had enough force difference to advance the battlefield to its advantage.

No matter where you have struck a powerful pawn called Gregor Army, East, West, North and South, which you can afford, you will be crushed before its effects take effect. Of course, where it was pinched, it sticks and the other armies rendezvous, still crushed.

"Gregor is not coming. He's got another job to do."

Three people looking at William with amazing eyes. You couldn't stand it. Claude moves forward.

"You're kidding me! What kind of work do you have here, other than fighting us in distress?

William laughs bitterly at that word. And Claude cried out, "Is that another obstacle?"

"If you're laughing! They're surrounded in all directions and can't even replenish them. Mr. Gregor isn't coming either. At least give me a plan. If not, just..."

"Surrender, huh? Ku, ku, ku, ku, ku, ku, ku."

You couldn't stand it. William laughed. You laugh as if you've seen something very strange, even though it's not a laughing situation. Such a laugh, as if watching a mountain of comedy, as if the dogmatization had said funny things and laughed out intolerably.

"This guy is not a hero. He was just a lunatic. If you do, you have no chance of winning this fight."

Beatrice affirms. Seven years ago I guess I was a hero. But in seven years, the White Knight had lost his sense of balance. Otherwise you can't be such a loser. This cannot be the case. Because I should have done as much as I could.

"No, I'm sorry. Heh, you guys were so funny, I couldn't stand it."

William takes a deep breath and breathes. That's how I looked at the three of them.

"You seem to have lost a lot of confidence in this fight. Claude to Banjamann, Beatrice to Marie and Loran, and Rafael to Adan and Adon? They're all good people. Anyone who's a samurai knows Garias. He's one of the leading warriors, and it's natural to be strong. But not the pinnacle. You guys got your nose columns folded apart from the top. Is that why you enjoyed it? Far from the apex, have you ever felt denied yourself? Did we all want to lick each other's wounds with a sense of personal defeat as a whole? No, really, you guys are funny."

Resting his hands on the meal, William stood up. Those eyes, they're not laughing anymore.

"Don't fall in love, kid. Everyone is working hard to your advantage. You guys were just a little ahead of each other because you were talented. Without a great deal of effort, without experience, without knowledge, without everything, all you guys had to do was laugh about your setbacks a dozen years ago? You should go the same way as Marianne. That's a funny talent, all three of you."

Their, faintly remaining tiny pride. That tickles me. My heart screams at the person who provokes me to do it back. But...

"If you have something to say, say it. But don't throw up weak words. My soldiers don't need the weak who can't even swallow their own weakness. Look directly at yourself now. All three of them have been recommending 'losing' like that to me. I lost, if anything else... it's weakness. Throw it away on this spot if you want to move on. Come on, you got something?

Nothing, never came out of my mouth.

William nodded contentedly.

"You guys are weak. Would you have checked? Stand where you are. That's a harvest. Bite it, weakness. I'm counting on you guys. One day it will always be. That's why they lost this time. You were able to face weakness, weren't you? That's fine. That alone was worth this battle."

Words as if the war was over. The three stare at William in a long way.

"All you have to do is win. It's a good day. The weather is nice and the distance looks good"

But William didn't see the three of them.

At the end of that line of sight...

"The gate opened. Let's say we get ready, too. We don't have time."

A glimmer of smoke.

"He's fast."

It was rising from the mountains of the 'West'.

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The first thing I noticed was Jean-Paul de Yubo, who would be in formation to the north.

"West? Moved from west, not east?

It was assumed that if ambushes were to be planted, the only route would be the route that would overtake the east. Around the edge, the rough land, bypassing the mountains. The assault from there was the main point of view. The assumption is off, that's good. It is a good thing to remove muscles. I'm not laying a perfect enemy net with the west. It was more than impossible than there was a loophole.

But...

"Second bottle...... isn't it fast?

Arsene takes a long time to reach the second inning. That smoke was undoubtedly a signal that the enemy had reached, and the distances between the first and second rows should have been quite apart. Grasp even enemy speed with one wolf smoke. Wasteless placement and use of difficult terrain -

"The third one. Arsene! Get the Knights together now. We're heading to HQ around the east!

"I can break the siege. Are you sure?

"I don't mind. The situation is no longer at that stage"

The second to the third, the speed of treading this distance in minutes of things. The worst vision gleaming behind Paul's brain in a movement that is clearly too fast.

"The bad feeling is that it often hits"

Stay out of this. Paul couldn't help but hope so.

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The next thing I noticed was Adam, Adon. I looked out for an anomaly where the fourth one would already rise. It is never to be blamed for not seeing behind you during the battle. Even though it hasn't been a few dozen minutes since I've taken my eyes off it, it's strange in itself that it's gone to the fourth bottle.

"" Lying, right!?

Boltose noticed almost simultaneously again. Southwest from my own perspective, the fifth one that went up too light, signaling the final line in the network of enemies.

"Anyone who can move now, keep going with me! You can't get eaten if you do it badly!

The three brains had the same worst vision that Paul had. That's a choice I was consciously deleting. This can't be, it was so taka, I was hoping it was. If you take that assumption into account, you won't be able to calculate it.

That is an enemy that even King Gallias has never encountered.

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The fifth one stood up, the Garias main formation that was noisy, but the tension relaxed at once when I saw a group emerged from it. A total of about five hundred horsemen are coming towards the main Garias formation of over 50,000. They were bewitching the foolishness.

Lydiane also relieves tension again. I've broken through the enemy net quickly, but nothing's happening. Finally, it's the result of even leaving our allies behind and putting the emphasis on speed, and even if we get through them at a startling rate, this time we're not strong enough to pull out of the main force, it's the end of the line.

Even Lydiane thought so. Many generals have the same idea, but it is not impossible.

"Liddy! Focus! The opponent's speed does not drop. Rather it's up!

The Daltanians blow that relaxation away with one drink. Everyone was turning away somewhere. That's impossible, he said. Whenever they were mighty, whenever they were lonely.

"I'm not lost in my steps. That's a bunch of people who think they can win! And there will only be one of them who can do that in that number, say Laurencia Spacious!

Both Daltanian and Lydiane are already too late when they realize it. No -

"Okay, bastards. It's about time... Raise the flag!

They went too fast.

"Black, flag. No, that's impossible. 'Cause they're in a place like this!?

More accelerating populations. The will to explode with acceleration. They are not afraid of Garias the King, the 50,000 flock. And it should be, and they are also led by kings. If Garias is to be king of the world, their Lord is king of the battlefield. The inferior in every way, just one point, absolutely invincible on the battlefield alone. For seven years, the ruler of the battlefield, who has not lost even once, but has gariased and avoided battles.

"A black beast growls in the center. The Black Wolf Flag..."

They stood up to the moment. Though I realized that I could not escape crying or calling. I gave up living. It just feels like my gaze fits and I've even been pulled out of my soul. Back of the Garias main formation, unable to prepare to take it, nor to replace the archers in time, Garias was penetrated by the man in a condition equal to the bar.

"Flashy! I'm the strongest!

Their name is' | Black Mercenaries (Noir Gallu) '. Turn it into the core unit of the kingdom of Valhall, the most powerful force on the continent led by a king who is regarded as the most powerful creature on earth. A streak of wins, there was no loss after them, and it was they who were turning into victories.

"Gahhhhhhh!"

The Black Wolf King can roar. It was the same as the pronouncement of death on the battlefield. All heaven trembles. The world is terrorized. I don't even need to come close. I don't even need to be sure.

This man is the strongest.

"Why are you here!?" Black Wolf King "Wolf Gunk Strider!

"Ahn? Mercenaries are on the battlefield, it's up to you to do your job."

Power and speed, no better than this man. Hence the strongest and fastest. So invincible.

The king of the battlefield reigns.

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"Open the gate. I'm leaving."

And the other one was quiet - ready.

"Come on, let's get back on track. Aim, king, let me pack this plate at once to show you."

Wearing a costume prepared by his own accomplice, his wife, the new mask gives himself further depth. Nobody understands him. No one will reach them.

Thus a giant star. Two new giants rule the heavens.

It starts here. The legend opened the curtain.