Tower of Karma

Daltanian's death greatly frustrated enemy morale and greatly increased the morale of his allies. From here the battlefield presents a look of fury. If Wolfe, who stands out more than anyone on the battlefield and shines as if it were the sun, pushes in, William, who never stands out but pokes the enemy's fate, will be disturbed.

Garias is a mighty army. Responding to numerous military laws, the degree of proficiency was among the best in Laurencia. But they had too little experience of losing. I've fought all the time in a situation where my chain of command is well organized.

So disturbed. Once disturbed, it is brittle.

"So much."

The herd named Garias was strong. But the ones that form the Garias herd are never the strongest. If you hold onto individual battles, you will have winning eyes.

"How strong are you?"

Above all...

"Fuck, man."

The strongest are in the Arcadia camp.

"What did you do? I'm not fully open yet!

On that day when he left himself to anger, Lancelo fleshed out to El Sid. It engraved a stuffed wound on its appearance until it survived. I thought it was strong, but I didn't think it would arrive. But not now. Now, my whole body is screaming.

You can't beat this monster, he said.

Garonne was also proud to be the strongest in Aquitania and, if she was powerful, the best in Laurencia, just to take it again. This monster outperforms it easily, and it even combines the speed at which both opponents can afford it.

The Wolf King has become too gigantic. It also hurts that the comparables to find out about it have never bumped into each other in the last seven years. William, who had been removed from the line, did not say, nor did Apollonia ever bump into Wolf again. Even though there was so much war, if none of the really strong ones fought the Wolf King, no, they were avoiding...

"Stop me, or I'll blow your brains out like this, okay?

I can't stop. I can't stop. The strongest knight in Gallias, the strongest warrior in Aquitania, even the two of us can't stop it. Slowly push forward. All they could do was take it while being pushed. No effective hitting has yet been given to Wolfe. The opposing Galias side is already full of creativity. Other than Lancelo and Garonne, they turn into pieces of meat just by getting close.

This is Wolf now. The true pinnacle of a man who became the strongest after seven years of fame.

The strongest on earth, here we are.

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"It sucks over there, but it sucks over here, too."

Loran was after William from the start. After being pushed in somewhat, I buy time by stopping myself. In the meantime, if we put our attitude back together, the victory will smile at Garias. I never think I have a chance. My 'white cloud' and William's sword are similar. It is possible to eat similar parts, even if the degree of completion is up there.

"Ma'am, they're doing it. I don't know his name, but he's the one I've seen."

The body has fallen there since earlier. They were all beautiful bodies. Poke through the steeple, with little sign of resistance. Some of them died without even realizing they were dead, such as killing with arrows.

(Hopefully the guy on that level, Mr. Marie, it sucks to be picked on a class. I don't usually direct command of Mr. Daltanian or anything past the top, but those guys are a ballistic front line. The loss is too damaging for the herd)

As a matter of fact, those who are no better than the Silver Crown, their level band is the most dangerous. Excellent and strong, with a clear head. Sensitive, too. That's why it can be a duck for William today.

reason that we must not let William go free.

instinct that with this degree of pressure, you can stop yourself.

Reason and instinct turn them into battle. Excellent, strong and sensitive. So it goes wrong. William is now more resistant to digits than he was seven years ago. That strength is too different from the strength that you see well on the battlefield to make a mistake. I'm going to let that fantasize about how it's going to work out and swallow it into a dead place. to the bottomless dark marsh.

"Even if I die, the impact is low, and there's no zero chance we can cross. The problem is..."

That you can't run into William. Follow the movements and flow of the army and you won't be caught. The feeling of slipping through your hands when you do. I lay my sword over my face without a grasp.

"Damn, where are you, where are you!?

The movement of the flock feels a willingness to join the Black Wolf. You can follow that, but there were some parts that caught on a little bit. Lorraine didn't think it would make sense to rendezvous. Either way, the Arcadia side, inferior to the local power, only temporarily stood in its favor using the odd tactic of the Black Wolf's assault. If we get back on our feet, Garias still wins.

You won't make meaningless moves. Besides, someone else is making the move to blame you. If he gets pulled out, you can deal with it as fate.

"He can't be pulled out except for the White Knight."

Loran was exploring. He disappeared, and he was aiming for another monster who didn't show the atmosphere.

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It was one king who stood before the three of them. It is rare for a king to go to war, even though it is not an age of mythology. Wolfe and Apollonia are on the battlefield in a way that relinquishes their responsibilities as kings in a way, but this man is not.

"Where is the White Knight?

An authentic king.

"Well, you'll be there!

Politics, military, religion, commerce, he's in charge of everything.

"Exactly. You can't fool me with that. Masks and outfits, certainly similar to him. But I can't just see the bottomless atmosphere. It's too different than invisible or not, isn't it?

The man who instantly broke through the fiction in front of him quietly untied his smile.

"I somehow figured out what the White Knight was after. But that's why I'm one person. It is within our reach. I'll leave you to the others. You guys have a little trouble with your limbs, too."

Angry shapes. He, the gentle king, shows it. It contained intense pressure.

"That man is one person too. Losing hands and feet... hurts."

Galerius king of Aquitania, the male of the quasi-seven kingdoms, reigned before the Claudes. The eyes are shaking in anger. Anger at losing friends, nasty at being killed allies of the same generation. They young people have no sin. It's a strange story to be guilty of murder and murder on the battlefield.

Still, Galerius was one person.

"Rhushuan, Fabian, I'll kill the three of you. Clear the other soldiers."

"" Your will. ""

Before the angry king, the three learned to fight. How many monsters does Garias have? It is an on-parade of beings that could soon become generals if they were in Arcadia. Among them, Galerius was an ally of the Daltanians and Boltoes, and one of the monsters who had rammed around on the battlefield with them before becoming king.

That power, even now, never...

"I will kill you both and discuss a white knight lurking somewhere. What? It won't take long."

How will the eggs of the heroes resist before the fierceness of Galerius?

And what is William's aim when he's not here?

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Assault on horseback, followed by successive infantry, creating a state of confusion. A world colored by blood and organs. A man filled with blood and mud signs. A bow in my hand, no one gazes at me. I erased the signs to the extreme and reached this position.

He shredded his head to create a weak herd and accelerated the state of conflagration. It's easier to move by the confusion. The act of shredding the head itself was also a good restraint. Because the aim expanded and blurred.

All you have to do is borrow the enemy's clothes and pretend to be on your own side.

I shredded my head to create confusion. But that was only a switching head. They are often only a little better relay points. The real head, the king's brain, is what William is after. Shoot through that and the battlefield will change.

"I have feelings. I also think it is preferable. But I'm not lost."

William quietly pulled the bow. No one is looking at William. Nobody blames the behavior. A thin presence and confusion did not make their thoughts work.

"Goodbye, Liddy."

An arrow with a concentrated killing spirit was unleashed. That's about the moment. The less sensitive still don't notice. But...

Finally, the sensitive realize. And despair.

Because the arrows have already been released.

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Wolfe had spotted William's whereabouts before the arrows were released. For too quiet a presence on a chaotic battlefield, for a king who dominates the battlefield and spreads war, the presence is past heterogeneity. But it's the first time you've ruled the battlefield that you can grasp it. You won't be able to find him in front of the king's intimidation and seemingly enthralled by heat.

(Damn it, Temeye is all over the place. I wish it was simple, but you don't like that. Admittedly, it's efficient without a waste of sacrifice)

Even when dealing with two fierce men, it should be noted that the monster doesn't even show the bottom to be frightened.

(But...)

Wolf shows his teeth and laughs. A fierce grin is that of the beast. Peel out your dog teeth, distort your face with joy, and wave your sword with respect to the person who plays with you. The harder it was to even find someone to play with anymore, the stronger Wolfe became.

"Well, that's a pinch, then!

That should probably be the same for the other two. And Wolfe wants to sequence in it. No, to be honest, I was just wishing to fight one person. The other has completed some discernment. After all, for Wolfe, he can be an enemy.

"Guru, not yet!

"You can still do it."

Wolf laughs. It was just good exercise in my stomach.

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Loran realized the moment the killer was released, that is, after the arrow was released. Too good, but thus grasps the situation in an instant, and excellence is thus desperate.

"Ah."

Arrows draw beautiful parabolas between spilled words as well, heading for the right goal. A certainty similar to the prediction that you will perceive the moment you see it, without the madness of the dimensions.

Loran's regrets are endlessly overflowing during his postponed time.

(Am I stupid? Arcadia's winning muscle is the only way to settle it early. No matter how strong the Black Wolf King or the White Knight are, they are powerless before the overwhelming difference in power. If this mess is the only chance to win, you can't be satisfied by scraping enemy accessories. Everything was fabric. And the smell was off)

If William goes straight to the main line, even the fool perceives his aim. Behavior that led you to mistake it for just sharpening the enemy's general and weakening the target. Garias got into a lot of measures to hide his true aim. No, if it was my natural strength, my thinking, I would have been careful what I was aiming for with Garias. It is the presence of a monster named Wolf who did not let it be done that is so great.

Too strong a light blinks my eyes. That's where my eyes go and I forget to look at the shadows. That's the end of deadly, foolish action.

(I haven't done anything yet. What a genius, my sword, can't reach anyone)

A genius named Loran felt frustrated for the first time on this battlefield. A sense of defeat I didn't even feel when I was taken 'White Cloud'. Being inclined and overlooking the whole thing is the only thing that can help. The arrogance broke. In the worst, irrevocable way.

The arsehole of those who sit on talent and neglect to drill. I would have died laughing if it were to be paid to me. I just need to think that I was at a standstill. But I live and my head dies. I get a dry grin at my fuzziness that I just have to stare at without meeting the expectations of Salomon, my mentor.

Somebody, stop it.

The words in his mouth were a pitiful thing to rely on.

No one can stop it. I can't, so I just have to pray.

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Lydiane had confused her head with the loss of a loved one. I've touched death as much as I can. I have also been present at the death of a very close general. So much so that he mocked himself that he was a woman without feelings. That's why she was in confusion.

Before the true loss, the pain, an iron woman named Lydiane breaks down. Earlier, even though it was a battlefield, there were repeated memories of Daltanians in my mind. I know it's weird. Reason barks if you have to stop.

(What am I doing?

I can't even look at my trembling hands and laugh well at myself. Memories interrupt my thoughts even when I try to think of something. Daltanians filling their heads. At the end of that smile comes the face of another man. Rarely laughing, occasionally laughing all the bitterness and loss of laughter, recommending an easy path but not shaking his head hard, a running man hitting a lot of roads.

I liked it. I couldn't stop being excited from the first time I saw him. The same generation, a little out of age, but for the first time a person who can share his sight, rather a condition where he pulls his leg. Seven years I was giving up and reaching out to such a being.

What do you think of me?

Now it's time to carve it in. That's what I came here for.

That temperature difference may have created this situation.

I should have known repeatedly that the path of a man called the White Knight was not a sweet one. I don't know why I can continue to carve so much bitterness, or what I'm looking for ahead of me, now. I don't know, but there's no way that a similar enthusiasm could dissipate from that madness, you should have known that. I will definitely win, I will do anything to win.

I thought you knew that kind of guy.

When he entered his sight, it was after the arrow was unleashed. When you can't take one physical move. Lydiane is not afraid of arrows that shoot through. It is the 'eyes' of those who let it go that are afraid. We stayed together, albeit a little. It helped me a lot, and I was a little in love with each other that we might have elevated each other. I thought my heart might have gone through just a little bit.

Yet I don't stand one wave at a time on that 'eye'. Nothing came to that eye so much that the arrow with the intent to kill seemed more emotional. I don't think anything about the person I kill with the arrows I let go, that's what I looked like.

(Woohoo, I'm a fool)

Thoughts don't bounce back. I wonder why a man who isn't even attracted to the most attractive woman I know would have expected me to think of something. I wonder why you have this fantasy of being able to line up with each other somewhere else.

I die. I don't have the power to prevent this arrow.

That's why those eyes, for the first time on this battlefield, were hostile to pure killing.

Seeing it, the White Knight opens his eyes. We lose the Daltanians, and at this moment we are also killed. That was the first time Lydiane got ready for it. I was prepared to be too late. Originally, such a slow preparation is not acceptable.

But...

"Kona -"

She is the brainchild of Garias. Superpowers are a treasure to protect. No matter what anyone says, Innovation King The late superpower won't go around without her. Loran despaired because he knew it, and because he knew it better than anybody else -

"- Damn it!

The king's left and right, Garias' fastest woman - was able to protect her head from the arrow of intent to kill. Precisely protruded spear tip a few centimeters in front of his face pokes precisely across the side of the arrow. Its perfect and delicate poke knocked down an arrow without passing anything a few centimeters ahead of it.

The fastest horse as it is collapses, and the fastest itself rolls to the ground. The horse named Emilia, who supports Garias fastest, is in a situation where sweat erupting like a waterfall reflects fatigue in colour and even makes it difficult to get up. The fastest woman who rolled off also said, "Bu, die, me genius, really genius, but die. I can't do it anymore," his breath was constant.

Still prevented it. Lydiane's, Loran's, and above all the White Knight William's perception plugged in at once, Garias's fastest rose with the colour of fatigue floating all over his body but spears like canes.

"If you haven't lost yet, you'll be fine. I'm coming, and the others are coming."

Garias's fastest, 'disease' Lütes stood before the king's brains. Never let a disrespectful arrow pass again. Now it is literally after the death of Lydiane, who became the brainchild of the kings, when they die. That's what I'm prepared for. Lütes is here.

That 'disease wind' had grown up so far. A woman who stood before anyone was accumulating power. The blast that unleashed it all preceded anyone by leaving even the allies around. It is a craftsmanship that can only be done by her, such as springing up from where the White Knight had not even seen it and slapping down an arrow. Garias, the fastest is not Dada.

"You're going to carve him into that idiot, give him the strength of Garias. He said he'd make you regret not choosing us. If you don't kill him, he won't stop. You know, Liddy."

Lütes doesn't look Lydiane in the eye. Speak on your back. Eloquently, its back spoke of the way Garias was. Of the superpowers, the strongest and greatest of the Seven Kingdoms, where they are.

"Of course I do. I need to tell you. our, the mainland of Gallias."

William's measures defeated the fastest forward. And at that price...

"White Knight Y!

It was the worst result of setting Garias on fire.