Tower of Karma

From a chase position to a chase position. But the winner didn't change. It doesn't change. Garias lost his opportunity because of his narrow point of view. I crushed myself by waiting for a reversal bud. Lydiane and the others only saw the battlefield as a battlefield. William had a wide view of the battlefield and set the king in Wolterior. The breadth of the field of view, the height of the point of view, the difference is now.

"Still a bastard. Why don't you show him about one of the gaps?

Arcadia army forming on a scenic hilltop. The two of them stood at the highest point of it. Two contrasting people everywhere. Two people who really look alike. White and black, they've finally come this far. to such heights that it is likely to reach the top of the world.

"Say stupid. This place is in the belly of the enemy. One gap fills us up."

"That's right... but it's not boring at all. I don't feel like losing."

"Really? I'm having fun. Win the world, numbo, right?

"Absolutely. But I'm also committed to winning."

"That is the arrogance of the mighty. It's the same difference between me and you."

"... so which one is your statement 'up there'?

A tingling air arises between William and Wolfe.

"Do you care?

"Much."

I just turn to war lightly and my surroundings are swept away. For better or worse, they got too strong. Stronger and too victorious. Wearing strength and the number of victories shapes their atmosphere. Two antagonizing people. No one can break into it.

"The strong are you and the weak are me. Satisfied?"

"I think it's off the top and bottom of the story... well, that's good. So, how far are you going?

"Everywhere. We'll move on until we're in a situation where we need to stop."

"Even if we were to destroy Ulterior, Garias?

"You're bad for a superpower that couldn't be stopped. I gave you seven years."

"Kuha, he's a hicko. Good thing you're blind. I've got a lot going on here. Death smells more from Temeer's sword than it did when he was on the battlefield. I'm scared."

"You're the best number I've killed. Wolf Gank Strider, king of Valhall. It's up to Kim to go that way, this way, the monsters that scatter the war."

"I only have that way of life."

"Neither do I."

Neither was he a pathetic beast who could not stop. They have a rooted fear. Close to disgust. That it will be the same as the multitude of people who do its sunset without carving. There's no point in worrying about that now. Yet they overlap themselves with those who dull at the bottom of the earth, who have not lived that way.

"That's difficult."

"Really."

Out of hand, you get the happiness of the crowd. There lies happiness beyond the crowd. Yet the two of them do not reach out. There are strays. Always. But the hand keeps the light away.

"I wanted to know for myself how much I could do with all my strength. Personally, I want to try to get to where I'm going. But I'm a king, too. He's the incompetent king who keeps his country with his other daughter-in-law, but he's still the king. You can't go out with Ulterior."

"I guess. A king deserves it. If Garias were to perish, there would be enough hell paintings in the world to make the situation feel so easy right now. The world loses control, and even just exhausted nations form a deeper hell of a business in hegemonic strife. It's just chaos. I'd like to take a look."

William is turned to kill so much that he feels cute about the war earlier.

"Damn, what would you do if I told you not to stop?

William bathes that in comfort. Wolf skewed his face.

"Well, you know what I mean when I don't say it"

Wolf puts his hands on his hips. The killing that lurked the ringing represented even more of a threat magnitude. I can do it anytime. That's what the wolf's face said.

"It was a lot of fun. I didn't expect to mesh this far."

"I have no objection. I really enjoyed it. But I can't stand it any longer."

I'm not stopping.

"Then die."

A huge amount of killing. To the point of breaking the hearts of the undead who were trying to see this side of the change. Strong, deep, vast runoff of intent to kill. The strongest - I stripped my fangs.

In the blink of an eye, Wolfe moved to play without showing weight movement. In an instant, two fangs are pulled out, stuffed between them, and shaken through. Faster than anyone, stronger than anyone.

William looked down at it with unshakeable eyes. Sometimes I was annoyed at myself for being inferior in qualities, for not being able to reach myself with speed or strength. It doesn't fill no matter how hard you try, but the difference that spreads. That day's reunion forced William to explore another path. The path paved by giving up that you can't win on the same mound as the monster who beat El Sid beyond his limits.

Wolf opened his eyes. Because the sword was moving ahead of itself, faster on the timeline than anyone else. Not strong. Not even fast. But that's a slaughter sword you can't even take. The wolf laughed. After all, my imagination was right.

Who's the real enemy?

"I knew it was Temeer."

"I don't need a hero in the world I make. Even I'm impure, there's no place for you."

Each other's swords were stopped by each other's necks, their inches. Breathtaking superb moments. There won't be so many that can understand the defenses played out there. Because it's happening on a timeline that even Anatole and Nika couldn't understand watching from afar.

"Well, how was the result of the incitement?

"Huh, the mountain I climbed was right. Thank you, Wolf."

Wolf and William, they drew their swords at the same time.

"Don't worry. I trust Airhardt so much. That's brilliant and has an eye for the world. Purely, truthfully, he'll try to stop me. Even with a slightly more forceful hand. As a result, you and I will accomplish our purpose."

"... I'll be damned, Temee."

Wolfe shrugged. I guess you know Airhardt is being used. On top of that, it moves to stop because of patriotism. Even if you know it, your actions are restricted. The only way to live is to move like this. Create a situation where you have no choice but to move on to the viable path prepared by William. The same is true of Garias today. This doesn't even make sense to hide it. Because other options are crushed. In short, it's already packed.

"I put enough pain on Garias. The wound will be more than it looks."

Stop Garias. Too strong. Differences in national power that cannot even be rewarded with one arrow in one country. It is no match for quantity. Hence the quality - normally Garias wins that too. It was the first common front formed by the presence of such a joke as the Mercenary King. It looked overwhelming, but the fruit could never afford it. The moment the attack broke, it was just beyond the circumstances in which death awaited.

As a result of diving through the dead line, our common purpose is served.

"Furthermore, Airhardt's position was disturbed. The relationship with Garias is obvious. And he stopped me by ignoring public opinion. We forcefully withdrew the troops that seemed to be prevailing. This is not a small scratch. What did I say, the country is a collection of people. The one with the majority on his side wins."

So I win. That's what the White Knight's face said.

"I'm gonna win. Nobody can stop you anymore."

"I'm here."

"I think so, too. Right now. If you want to kill me, now is the time. This is heartfelt advice, Wolfe. If you're gonna kill me, it's the only time. Your wait won't come one day. One day, your sword won't arrive."

Wolfe sees William trying to make a fuss of the conversation. You must be laughing bitterly at me anyway, making fun of me. That's what I thought.

But the look on his face...

"... let it go. I'm the strongest."

I'll decide where to kill you because you're the strongest. It always has been. I could have killed him, but I didn't. Because now is not the time. Because this is not the place where we can shine the hottest. That's why I've missed it.

Wolfe left the place in a grumpy mood. I can't afford that face to see if there was anything to think about. You're supposed to be strong. I wonder why the back of my chest rocks.

"I know. You're stronger than anyone."

William was laughing with a pitiful look. Staring at the back of a man who was a good enemy...

William and Wolfe were not so involved in the battle against Gallias. This evening was to involve just a little bit more. You two will remember this night many times. bitter, pale, distant, slight, branching point.

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William and Wolfe kept winning. The shadow of Ulterior that you see little by little. The troops led by two or two are strong enough to make the world think that they can reach the top. Stability brought about by continuing to win. If you lose, it's a scaffold that collapses in an instant, but if you lose, it won't collapse forever.

Drop the fort, raid the city, and do everything possible to plunder it from the village.

"There is no replenishment. The only way to live in the bellies of our enemies is to keep eating them."

In the middle of the enemy land, the Arcadia army, which continues to desmarch, had lost its sanity long ago. Normally, no reason, no ethics, nothing that should work for me. They take away that this is hell and they have no choice but to live. They don't think he's a looter.

We're just doing what we have no choice but to live. That's what I was thinking.

So I can do anything. Killing, pillaging, and humiliation are all justified before living.

"Go mad, take it, kill it. Beyond the regular orbit. That makes me stronger."

Madness moves their steps forward and forward. A soldier who could kill without any hesitation was completed. Created a soldier who could take it without being imprisoned by anything.

That's what the two strongest men can do. There's no reason you can't win.

"Before the violence, I'll erase all righteousness. It's pathetic, this world is a crazy monster."

"It's hard to see."

"The extreme state of war. It wasn't in Lucitania, was it?

"I don't have to. It's not what people do."

"No, this' too 'person, is. If a man exchanges any nightmare, it will be a man's business."

Those who are normal on this battlefield are seen as anomalies on the contrary. Crazy and crazy, a hundred and eighty degrees crazy, a world inverted, a world where white goes black and black goes white. Hell from the normal, and paradise from the unusual.

"... are you mixed up?"

"You can't fall that far. I'm not denying this situation, but I'm not sure. I'm used to being robbed. I'm getting used to taking it too. I won't take it away from you. I'll take the choice. I'll take it from you, but it's the same kind. Broadly."

"... well. Exactly."

Young Joon-young engraves. It's up to them how they take this sight. But knowing you don't know. So everything will be different. Maybe it was the White Knight who wanted to show them this sight. Salvation is the nature of man. Ordinary husband can be drunk. If we don't get drunk, we die. They cannot discipline more than heroes, and they are creatures who cannot kill without giving them an excuse. Because they don't have a heart that can live side by side with death and continue to be extreme.

"Well, if you don't stop soon, you'll get to where you're going, Your Highness"

"I won't let you. I'll mow Temeer's neck where I'm going."

"That's another joy, Mountain Dog."

"I can't afford it, White Monkey."

I can no longer stop. I can't stop it.

The world knows. the strength of Arcadia, led by the White Knight. And the horror of it.

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"Who?

At a time when everything was quiet, one man stood in front of William's bedroom. The thinness of the signs you wouldn't even notice if you were normal. Now, if you're a white knight, there's no way you won't notice. In the first place, I guess this man was also a sign eraser against non-white knights.

"... Lucitania"

(Oh, I see)

William also naturally grasps the formation of the black mercenary regiment. A master who waved a unique sword with a new face and slaughtered Adon, the top hundred generals. If it's red hair...

"Go ahead, swordsman of the diaspora."

It was the magnificent age of red hair that came into the room. William was a little surprised to see him. I had imagined terratella burning eyes in revenge, but those eyes were deep, with shades that would measure something. Not that of the Avenger. The man, who at first sight was of the same genus, discerns it.

"Shall I ask your name?"

"... do you solve Lucitania's words"

"William Lewis would make sense, wouldn't he?

'Yeah, right. You asked for a name. "

"Oh."

The man takes a breath and speaks the name.

"Warren Lewis"

Now, I didn't have to open my eyes wide enough. Red hair, lucitania, unique sword. I thought William was Ray's genealogy. I was wondering if she was involved with Ferrin.

"... I see"

"William Lewis is my son."

"If so, the mask is pointless"

"You're so calm."

'Cause now I'm not in a position to shake with one word of yours. If it had been ten years ago, one of your beings would have destroyed everything. "

"The famous White Knight under heaven, huh? Nothing. I'm not trying to push you either. I don't have that kind of wisdom in the first place. All I can do is... '

Warren holds the sword.

"It's just this guy asking questions."

"Does Lucitania put together so much atmosphere in the family line of sword blacksmiths?"

William laughed at the atmosphere held together by the swordsman in front of him. Bridget is the only Lucitanian swordsman the man who takes his name from. Extraordinarily strong in comparison to that. I was not alarmed by Addon.

(stronger than I imagined)

"Lewis does not use a sword. I just made a mistake."

"The world's warriors will cry. I didn't expect you to be so downright strong. '

William didn't miss the fact that Warren's sword-shaking hand had a little power. There is something. But there's no point in asking that. It was only to fight and take if the opponent was a vengeful one. Someone who even rocks it, strong, but 'weaker' than that woman.

"Why did you take my name?

'Cause I needed it.'

William ran out of starvation.

"Was there no other way?

'Not all of them. But I chose it. Nothing more or nothing more'

After all, they call me the White Knight and the man runs out. Without hesitation, without staring, those eyes were just staring straight at the man. My eyes say the choice is over there. William's eyes said he would choose revenge or leave here, whatever he wanted.

Unlike that man. Lie-free eyes. After swallowing everything, he has these eyes. It is opposite to that young man who starved in revenge and destroyed his country, a distorted man. If you hit him with Warren's words, I'm sure he'll laugh with his nose. I don't see anything, he said.

But Warren is a man of great sword forging. I have eyes that discern the truth.

"What's up?

"Can't I win?"

'You can't win. Ten years ago, you might have had your share. "

"Still, I..."

One step, William stares coldly at the foot he takes. If you so choose, William has no choice but to pull out his sword. He never avoids the challenge of the Avenger, but he never spoils and receives the sword. Ten years ago, no questions asked, who killed him.

He had the poison. But now, there's nothing to believe in his valves. You'll be seen as just a lunatic. Even if they believe it, it doesn't make any sense anymore. I'm from Lucitania, now who cares about that?

'Let me pull it out before we make it. I don't want to fight in your area. "

William pulls out his sword. Both the strength and weakness of their swords. The man who uses it fully understood. Stronger than I assumed, but it doesn't reach me right now.

'Come on, you're coming towards me, but you're a good avenger. Pour your life, wave your sword'

"The sword... that, stupid, why, why!?

"Wandering about what? I killed your son. That's how it was replaced. Naturally, it was a good sword, so let me take it. And that avenger's share."

Now William didn't know what it meant to wander around. You should have assumed that you were taking the sword as well, rather than taking the name of your son. I didn't look like someone who couldn't think of anything like that.

'I know. That's not true.'

But what Warren was looking at was the depths of that sword. A world where sword blacksmiths are viewed only by objects with the finest Lewius moves. From their eyes, just look at the sword and you'll see the crowd. In some cases, even more.

"Why would you forgive the man you took away?" "William"! How could you be on that man's side!? Why?

(It's not me, is it?

A world where Warren peeks. Through the sword, William sees something incomprehensible.

As a result, Warren lost his reason to cross the last line. Neither the art of proving what he sees nor the words, he does not carry them together. Maybe it was just a mistake, an illusion, an understanding that I couldn't win, and I was just afraid to challenge you.

But this man won't talk any more.

"... once I have deposited my sword"

'Whatever you want. But next time, erase the stray. How can there be a winning eye in the stray against an opponent who can't even win a full battle? I'll give you a try whenever you want. Sharpen it up.'

"Why do you keep him alive?

'There is no longer any point in killing. Ten years ago, no, if I was in a position to reach this battle, I would have killed him without hesitation. I hate waste. There's no reason or value in killing you right now. "

Now that I've come this far, I can't lose anymore. If the world chooses and is chosen, we have a situation where we can win for sure. The rest, it's just a combination of answers.

"... right"

That said, Warren left the scene without a single match.

"... half the people. Therefore, I see an unlikely fantasy. That's the laughingstock that the owner of this sword sees," William, "forgiving me, etc., and the impossible things you, the parent, see."

William sits in a chair with his sword in his hand. How easier it was to encounter the Avenger. That guy looked, it stands like this because he understands that he wants so much stuff now that he can get his hands out of his throat, and that there's nothing else he can get.

"The pain taken away can't be that cheap. That's why I'm guilty, I am."

If, indeed, 'William', when those who took him forgive themselves, forgive me, and the proof is poured out, surely this zero-degree king will soon be crushed. The driving force now is redemption.

"Kuck, which one of you is lost? Stupid."

William disciplines himself. After tomorrow, everything runs through to this day in the first place. It is not a bridge that can be crossed while lost. Put on the mask. Thick, give me a persona.

To play out the strong.