Tower of Karma

All animosity turns to William until the end of the Garias army, not to forgive the impertinent who tried to assassinate the king's brains by hiding himself in our outfits. So much so that even those who were swallowed by Wolf were temporarily wiped out their fear by their anger at the rape plot.

"Good eye. You've grown into a good general, both of you."

William takes a gentle breath. Earlier blows were the most efficient way. If you take the Daltanian the warrior, and kill Lydiane as well, the battlefield was entirely Arcadia's. That should have further expanded the confusion, multiplied by more enemy generals.

But that doesn't happen anymore.

"Garias is still strong. Trying to knock it down beautifully is quite... everything is my immaturity. It's no longer possible to multiply it by confusion."

My ideals lack the strength of my own country or my own. We need more strength. evidence that is not enough at a time when we are at war. The battle is only proof of underdevelopment.

"I don't mean to..."

Garias soldier to kill. William put them in front of the ten or so who gave themselves up to anger.

"- Strike by force"

At that moment, a tremendous runoff of intent to kill sprays up. The swallowed Garias soldiers were amputated in their presence. The avant-garde. They're lucky. Because he died without witnessing his death. The morale gained by the king's brains being targeted disappears.

"No way, this distance reaching the bow."

It was an instantaneous event until the second, third and total annihilation.

"Don't think it's safe."

The atmosphere erupts. They finally remembered before the intense killing.

White Knight, how a man named William Lewis defeated who.

The power that has erupted from the bottomless abyss, makes it look full of the original abilities that have been hidden since this battlefield began. The intimidation had no less superficial power than Wolfe's. You're inferior to Wolfe on the scale, and you're better at completing it. That was where the boasting strength lay.

"I'm stronger than you can imagine. Pathetic, man still needs a hero."

That's me. That's what William's eyes said.

Heroes move out. There are two men who have ended the era. Begin the era with this.

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Wolf kept moving forward as he overwhelmed the two of them. Standing around with even a glimpse of room for a fierce opponent named Lancelo and Garonne. Garias could not forbid the war if Wolfe did just a push of force.

Still, there was hope for Garias.

"... ho"

Wolfe's walk slows down. Signs coming from the side, if you go any further, you'll get 'it' behind you. The horseback riders didn't slow down their steps no matter what came earlier. That loosens it, so I guess the unusual were approaching.

"Finally, Admiral."

"You kept me waiting."

Monster at first glance. Dressed in black steel, behind it lies the lion's flag. One of Garias' proud kings left and right, the 'Black Lion' boltose. A man like the one who paints the QUALITY Rigid stands in front of the Wolf King. Smell of the mighty strong. Wolfe smiled.

"The three of us will do it."

Wolff deepened his grin at what could also be considered Boltose's weakness. The monster knows the monster. If Boltose had focused on one-on-one, he would have broken both ways. There is a difference in force. I feel it and also step on the number of occasions I can deal with it calmly.

Above all, there is no stray in fighting in more than one. Perhaps the experience of dealing with Strakles has skipped the stray. Originally, the stronger you are, the more you want to stick to one-on-one. Lancelo and Garonne, these two pairs seemed to be engaged, and the pride of the strong at the bottom of the two was creating disturbances. Technically, it would not have been precisely one-on-one and half, and it would have been about 60% or 70%.

However, this other person is different. There is no stray. If you want to win, you'll even lick your opponent's shoes. I'll do anything to win. Obsession with victory is unusual.

There was a man there who embodied ever-winning Garias.

"Is that good? I think it's pretty bad over there too."

"We can take you down and go."

Three to one, seemingly superior but with no gap between left and right, was a good form for Wolfe without a blind spot. In contrast, there won't be room for another person to attack in addition to the heavy-duty boltose and garonne. Things haven't changed as much as they did earlier.

It is people who have changed. That's why it's so embarrassing.

(Chi and I walk slower, don't. Shh.)

Wolfe makes an immediate decision.

"Divide the troops into two parts. Anatole said to take half and head that way. I'll keep pushing it off with the other half."

Looking in the direction Wolfe pointed. Anatole understood the intention. Off sight of Anatole, who began to divide the troops as they were, Wolfe concentrates on the three. All tread with no less mighty. At this time of ripeness with both strength and strength, it almost makes me cry when I remember that I had no one to turn to.

I'm glad I asked for this job. I think so from the bottom of my heart.

"Push it off, hey"

Garonne spills pompous. Even in this situation, I don't think I will lose, etc. Clear and overwhelming confidence. I'd be almost angry if I were you, but this man would be forgiven for that, too. I pushed him this far as an absolute strongman, if it's a monster named Wolfe.

"Come on, let's do it. I can't wait, I can't even wuss."

"Get in the mood. Kill this man and we'll have a fight."

Boltose is not underestimating another man. After a thorough evaluation, he decided that if one of them broke down, the battle would end. And that's right. William called Wolfe here, and he hired Wolfe and his core unit because he needed one.

Either way, the battle is over. On the contrary...

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Being a herd, that doesn't necessarily give you an advantage. The battle was opened against the White Knight and the Superpowers, a siege very rare in the history of war that made the world aware of what would happen if the overwhelming individual poked at the defects of the flock.

Cut over a dozen people who have been pushing over. A pompous and empty space. The action taken by the loosely but besieged White Knight...

It was a rough business of storming a flock of enemies. However, a number of conditions are necessary, such as that the herd is weaker than itself and connected in the desired direction. The man who said force push hit the first hand of escape, it looks that way to the Lütes.

Constant melee. Why I found a live line in the herd.

"It's a long seal. A bow would be more disturbing in that space than a spear originally."

Lydiane took a short distance while calmly analyzing. The distance to the bow is not good. If there's a gap, that man will definitely come to a close this time. You can't hold the White Knight for as long as you keep Lütes.

In order to fight the White Knight, you must first place yourself in the safe zone.

"Except I don't think that's gonna make sense to her."

Lydiane loosened her cheeks to a horseshoe she could hear from afar.

Far lightning strikes.

William's ears also captured the sound of horseshoes. At the same time, Lütes, the woman who is always hostile to herself next to her...

William grabbed the enemy soldier's shoulder aggressively and dived under his body to lift it gently. At that moment, the heads of enemy soldiers explode. William laughs bitterly at the power. Even myself, a man and a master of bows, can hardly shoot a bow this strong.

Laurencia, let's just say that there is no one else who can combine this destructive power with the accuracy of the aim and give this flight distance.

"Oh my god, the featherworms are flying around... disgusting things"

Eurydice de Kiteriol. Her bow, known as' Rapid Thunder ', is one of the best in the world. He is regarded as an arm alongside the "Bow Knight" Tristrum and "Spirit Bow" Maximiliano.

"Come on, I'll take care of the backup, control it. My sweet Lütes."

The moment the faraway lightning struck, Lütes was running out single. The feeling tells me that I can't win if I'm alone. There is remorse for its place, but leave it aside for a moment. But if it's the two of us, it's not a story. The battlefields they put together were always colored by victory.

Yes, "Disease Thunder" together. My role is...

"I'm going in anyway!

Showing leg strength unlike those who had breathed on his shoulders until earlier, Lütes stuffed the distance at once, poking his spear in. William, who captures it at the edge of his sight, dodges it with a piece of neck skin, pointing a killer blade at Lütes. Magpie Sword, a special blade that kills an opponent in an exact and unmatched way.

"I finally caught you, White Knight."

It was the genius that Garias could be proud of and sleep on that stopped the blade that would even cut off his armor.

"How does it feel to be grabbed by a cloud when you grab a cloud?

Lorraine de Lucreur. A magnificent sword, called 'White Cloud', had stopped the White Knight's sword in a scrupulous manner. With both arms, with a desperate look, you don't have to be beautiful. It doesn't have to be graceful. The man, who could not make any contribution so far, throws a quintessential toss, pouring everything into the occasion.

"Him all! Go beyond the corpses of your allies and storm! Show him Gallias' pride!

"Answer!

Never make it easier. Lydiane was not chronic that three on one, this was enough, etc. Her heart has already turned into Shura. I'm prepared to be too late, but if I can still fight the White Knight here, it will be twelve minutes.

"Honest, what a loser's word!

"It doesn't make sense if you don't win."

Exactly, Garias. Siege William with a deadly offense.

There will be sacrifices. If they still stopped the White Knight, if they could kill him, twelve minutes.

"Throw away 100,000, but I'll take your life, William."

Garias' enthusiasm was poured on just one man. Large numbers of killers wrap themselves up. This place would be hell for the hostiles. Whether you look to the right or to the left, the will to kill falls from heaven. There is no salvation. That's why William feels comfortable.

I will not forgive myself for this occasion. Thoroughly, you won't stop until you kill him.

"... Phew."

Small, William smiled. The battlefield is still good. This place is always full of killing intentions, the hustle and noise dominate the ears, and the senses all turn out. I don't have time for inner pain. Their heat wraps up the zero degrees created by nothingness.

What do you call this without saying salvation?

"You're still sweet, Liddy. Not 100,000. 150,000, if you're not ready to throw everything away..."

Twelve minutes if you could have killed him.

"You can't beat me."

Enough if you've been stopped.

But - if it can't be stopped, what will Garias do?

With numerous attacks, the White Knight slowly took that step.

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"Is that your curtain? Deputy Commander, Anatole of" Cry Spear ""

"Let me do it with the intention of borrowing your breasts"

It was glued in a way that Galerius, king of Aquitania, received a spear stretching from the side. The pressure between the tip and the blade tells the story of their power of war. From the three full of creation to one Galerius, this man, with his mutual atmosphere, was also a monster.

(Damn, this battlefield is just a monster wherever it is directed)

Claude throws up in his heart. Anatole's, literally all three of them would have been killed without a cross spear. It sticks because the beatrix, which is also losing strength, was showing rapid action. On the contrary, Claude and Raphael could not even meet properly.

"Join the White Knight, you guys. I'll take this place."

"I won't let that happen."

Galerius, and his bellies laid low. There is no gap to pull out. I feel like a giant wall has been formed in front of the Claudes.

"By order of the captain. I can't get out of here."

Anatole and the mercenaries of the war join forces. Try not to get through it all at once. The sharpness and destructiveness were seen before they were released.

Both monsters. A bunch of monsters.

"Jump into the hole we emptied. You're going to be the rest."

"I've got a good one. Try twisting it out a little longer."

Never an inferior opponent with a personality. One-on-one would do quite a bit of that. Beatrix, of course, is a leading samurai with Claude and Raphael. It combines talent and technology. But there was not enough experience and number of victories.

Experience with the wars held by the Black Mercenary Corps and Galerius's men. It was this huge inspiration that led to the difference in group warfare. Miscellaneous soldiers who are not willing to lose individually, just don't feel like they can win if they are a herd. This is the power that only those who have rushed through numerous battlefields have.

It is the thing they lack today.

"Cry, spear, push my way!

"Black Mercenary Regiment Number Three Spears, Shall I Show You"

The spear causing death gave him a groan.

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That's right, Wolfe's walking slower. Lancelo and Garonne also regain their shine with the enormous power of battle called Boltose acting as lubricants. And, of course, the bolts themselves attack and defend. The attack is harsh, the protection robust, and the flames of the three burn.

The two knights of Adam and Adon move out to assault the back of Wolf as he slows down his steps. No matter how powerful the army is, the back is weak. They didn't have the power to compensate for it, and even without it, it was the leading propulsion that was at its source.

The slowdown brings up shortcomings. Minority, albeit elite. In addition, the army that divided it into two pieces, and other weaknesses, can be punched in an instant.

"It's a good time."

"Make amends for doing whatever you want."

"" Let's get this fight over with!

Double knight assault. Wolfe can't even feel it on her skin. I couldn't afford much in the first place. Boltose's entry dramatically improved a pair of levels. Full of spirits, finally this walk. If you want to worry about the back, it slows down even more, and the situation gets worse as a result.

(Ha, not in distress)

What Wolfe wants is, for one thing, speed of attack. Faster, stronger, and overwhelming power is what is required. A critical sense of urgency, Wolfe's heart caught fire. A tingling sensation enhances you.

But I'm not even talking about this right away.

As my height continues to mount, I am not pessimistic even if I am not optimistic about the back crisis. It is the elite that Wolfe has gathered. Remember the bitter memories you tasted that day, the elites you collected to collect. A mighty man scattered all over the field.

"In the meantime, we're gonna get more bald!

"... WOW!

Wolfe keeps pushing with strength.

Adan, Adon's assault messed my back up all at once. If it becomes a random battle, the armament goes up to two warriors. I saw a winning chance. All we have to do is look at it.

"Wow, Brolene's troops were eaten in an instant"

"Double knight eh. I can't do this."

"I can't do it either."

If you're going to bump into each other on the same terms as the face, you can't even fight, but the two knights won't abandon the advantage of back-attack. You have to outnumber them individually to win.

"So, please, old man. Now that Ulysses and his sister are gone, you're the only one."

The man who was called out turned his gaze to his companions with a grumpy face. By the way, this face is not grumpy, it's just vegan and Buddha top.

"... I got it"

He was a newcomer. I don't talk about anything but what I need, and I've always been bad with people on the top of the Buddha. A little over a year after joining the group, most are still unable to measure distance.

"It'll be done soon."

But there was a reason why a poor, mysterious man was still trusted by everyone. The reason for this is simple and clear.

"There's one coming backwards. Sounds like a pretty good use to me."

Adon grinned. I prevail over the power I can see from the atmosphere. It was slightly different, but it wasn't enough to retreat. They die on the battlefield from those who possess half power. If you were timid, you would have had salvation, but half the people don't even have the courage to escape.

"Hmm?... red, hair?

A short distance away, Adan saw the enemy coming towards him. Balanced muscles were put together on the larger body and the atmosphere could also be seen to a considerable level. But it's not where Adam got hooked. Hair color, yes, 'red' hair is who the question is.

"And that... no, Adon!

A knife caught in the blink of an eye and intent to kill.

"Eh."

Addon's neck danced to the universe before his doubts turned to certainty.

"Forgiveness. A journey of death, pray for peace"

The man with his red hair cut short and aligned hands down his sword quietly. The moment to pull it out is to the extent that you can see a little bit of the moment to deliver even the Na Sword. A series of streams didn't stop in anyone's eyes.

"Red hair, beautiful twist, above all its speeding abode... are you Ray of Lucitania,"

"No. There is no more Ray in this world. I'm just leftover fire."

The anger that killed Addon puts aside. Holding such wasted baggage on the battlefield would soon kill you. Now you have to calm down. He says it's not a ray, but the beautiful flavor of living together is just the fastest, and there's no way he can be alarmed, etc.

This force, even if it's not Ray, deserves vigilance.

A man who said he was leftover strikes a split between the two knights and deals with the other.