Tower of Karma

Warren had no idea why he was here. One of us is standing in the middle of the battlefield. Young swordsmen hired as mercenaries on the Nederks side. At first it was going well. We were floating around that our moves would work.

But...

"El Sido!"

"It's the curtain of the Great Campeador. Come back when you're Sanguchi!

"Ugh, die!

"Death to you!

"" Kill him!

The level of the battlefield, its digits, jumped by the fact that a man came out.

El Sid Campeador.

The battlefield where this man takes his blood, the mighty warriors, and storms around. Three nobles, their men, who appeared to respond. Desolate clashes of force and force. Without being able to do anything, just being flushed, I noticed it was scattered. I can't do anything. Nothing, nothing...

"Is this the world?"

Warren found out about the world. I don't know why I'm here, but I'm still not uncomfortable, I thought so. My heart hurts. To their strength, to their opening, bounce.

There's a wall here that you can't cross. Even if you bump all of yourself, it's a long way up.

Warren Lewius growled. I smile the same way they smile and step out to the dead.

To its appearance, far away, a giant star grinned.

"The Great Campeador?

"The kid. Look at me, I laughed!

"That's... that's stupid like che"

"Oh, I like idiots. I love it!

He carries a giant spear and the monster moves again.

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Brad was pessimistic that he shouldn't have come. I was brave enough to show my fiancée a good place. I was confident. There was also a response. And yet...

"What, what, this guy, ha"

"I was looking forward to hearing that Lucitanian swordsmen are strong, but this is too toothless. Is Ray fleshy on Cukrein something else? Crap, really crap."

Violence that just wields a stone axe and wields it with strength. Before that, Lucitanian swords were defeated. Nothing came through, nothing arrived, and it was forcefully blown away. My sword broke, my knee broke, my heart broke.

Brenda and her people had been destroyed earlier. By the time Brad rendezvous, there were no survivors other than Brenda, and she had also suffered major physical and psychological injuries. And the reinforcements, the Brads, are now about to be wiped out.

'... too strong'

"Am I strong? My eyes say so. Gaha, my two brothers are stronger than me. Arm wrestling will win! I don't like smart moves. And even I can't beat the great Campeador. I can even stand my teeth compared to what I'm good at. Too strong? This che? Ignorance, ignorance, just foolishness!

Che Sid Campeador. El Sid. Be the fourth child. Ten with his father. He is an old strong man whose age is only there apart. Originally running the battlefield as Che Campeador, a relative emerged who began to make El Sid's Sid his middle name and was an immediate renamed loyalist. There are many things that have gone too far.

"Die before Campeador, be honored!

This is not the ceiling. Brad, who learns that and is stunned. I shouldn't have gone out into the outside world. I find out that Lucitania was rocking. I can't stand up anymore.

The moment Che swings his stone axe that he doesn't decide to fight...

"Hmm?"

The sound that goes into Che's ear. At that moment, Che completely lost interest in Lucitania. There's something coming that's not comparable to toys. What a noisy bunch of horn honks, copper honks and horseshoe noises in vain. Che's mouth angle rose.

"Here comes the fool."

They're not in Che's eyes anymore.

"Whoa, whoa! He's Che's husband! You can't be a weak bully!

There's only one person to show. Prestigious appearance, man. It spans a bright red horse taken from Garnia and the outfit is bright red. My hair is sticking forward as I draw a spiral. I didn't know you were spending an hour consolidating that hair. Expectant rookie Marslan valve to follow next to it.

"It's just a play. What are you doing at a place like this? The Three Kings bothered."

"Well, I guess I'll just have to go out and do more than have a flashy campeador like you. I'm sorry, but my hairstyle is creeping. I'm strong today, aren't I?

A red flag is raised.

"Heh heh heh! It's Sangu's street!

"Hmm, the Red Dragon Ghost. It's as noisy as ever!

Single ride. Nobody blames it. Enemies and allies take that for granted. Che likewise just moves out alone. Nothing intangible in the way, no.

d A flashy man jumps.

"Han Yidaye!

The sight of everyone doubting their eyes. Intentionally approaching with horses, outrages jumping off horses.

"Block the heavens before the bloodlines of the fierce sun!

"What's wrong with a dragon flying!

And everyone breathed into the sight created from it. Three nobles of 'red' dancing in the air. The fourth campeador to intercept it, Che. They were created and fought in the air because they are both monsters. The shock of shooting each other causes the dragons to be caught in heaven.

"You can run away!?

"Then take off the steeple!

Spears aimed precisely at steeples from heaven. Intercept it and it's packed immediately. An attack from heaven that is difficult for people to cope with, a technique that pokes steeply from it precisely and unbeatably. Above all, it was a spear whose taste was questioned. Ryuno type with a constant user. It is now the Three Nobles who revived it with the man who is the Master.

A spear from heaven that forces an interception on your opponent. The power of the outside world to intercept it and make your opponent stick up in heaven. This sight can't be just one. First sight made of both monsters.

"" Hahahahahahahaha!

Two monsters laughing at each other in the bottom of their hearts.

There was an incomprehensible sight there for the Brads.

"Leave, you Lucitanian swordsmen. This is the battlefield of Sanguyen and Campeador. It's not a good place for half a man to come in. Even if the words don't make sense, you know what I mean?

Marslan's words don't make sense. But I didn't like it, but they understood. This is no place for you, he said. Because that's what their eyes said.

Both armies refrain, mainly the two monsters. Their eyes were uniformly proud. A proud warrior's representative. This is exactly one hit, and it is the hua of the battlefield.

There is no such thing as a gap where no warrior enters.

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Warren was fighting with laughter. A whirlpool of struggle to wash blood with blood. Immerse yourself there and wave your moves fully. Whether you kill them or they kill you, they really look like fun to kill you. You don't have to hide it. Always this guy is full of idiots. Then you don't have to put up with it.

There's no point in continuing to wear a mask now.

"Hahahaha!

"I'll use an interesting sword!

You can take a special blow. Warren broke his face at the mercy of the strong. The opponent also breaks face again. The sound of multiple swords. And...

"Don't do it"

Collapse and equilibrium. It's Warren down there. It's the Campeador man who loses. Not an upper class like Che, but still a warrior of war.

How far do I go?

"Stop here, boy."

"It'll be too soon for you 'not yet' any more."

And the sword of Warren to be smashed. Defeat is Campeador's eldest brother, three men. Already his second brother had been defeated by Tigre, who returned after Schauhausen's death. Now, the two remaining are strong. As the five, six, and successive younger brothers died, they remained much closer to the fierce sun.

"Come again."

"Fuck, fuck."

Even if you lose, you stand up, Warren. The body is already full of creativity. Deep wounds can also lead to death if left unattended. Still, the Campeadors smile again when they see him standing and laughing.

"You're an interesting boy."

"Oh, a little more, let me see you scratch your feet. With all my heart."

A herd of pitch-black pulls up Warren.

"Huh!?

The man with the biggest body, Warren was put on the back of the biggest horse on this scene. The man's back looks huge and very magnificent.

"As usual"

"Oh, it's Amphis"

What I saw from there was a view of the apex. The great trinity, the monster who leads the 'black', is the 'two'.

"We saw the boy."

"Thief, you're fierce."

Standing up are the eldest brothers of Campeador.

"They are our faction"

"You're talking about thieves, right?

Inevitably, a fierce battle is formed. Unspoken blades and blades, a collision of intent and intent. The pride of the Three Kings, Campeador, clashes. It was a long and intense battle.

"That's just tough"

Three nobles.

"Feel it. That's the pinnacle."

It goes without words. A thrown Warren confronts something similar to a giant star. Awesome gravity. Destructive atmosphere. Everything is isolated.

"Wow, wow!"

Thus, Warren spat out the best, greatest concentration of his life into an instant encounter.

"Hmm, the kids... do something real!

Pearl abode. But the fierce sun took all of Warren's might and bounced everything off with greater force. Warren with a broken sword and a blank dance in the universe. My distance, the difference, I can't stop laughing.

You can't just let this out at all. So next time, more, more...

"I look a lot happier"

Only one left to receive the blown Warren, now the strongest Trinity. The name is "White Immortal" Cukrein. The only man to inherit Schauhausen's spear. He is currently the head of the Sanguishi, and like Schauhausen, he is said to have lost him and no Nederks, etc. That spear, exactly Kamiya.

"You two, hold down Campeador. Shall I do it with the sun?"

Cukrein, El Sid, in the meantime the road paves the way.

"Cukrein."

"I am compatible with you. Wouldn't it?

"... hmm"

Two warriors bumping into each other, its apex. A spear that manipulates time and a spear that destroys everything.

The two overlap.

"Representatives of both countries have come out. I can't guarantee you any more. Even so, I guess the words don't make sense."

An equivalent class of men who were with the Three Kings. I don't know where in such a thin body you have such a strong and fierce spear. It's just that, for some reason, they all prefer the man who says Warren. It also seeps out of the atmosphere.

"Tww, jite, il. Oreja, Lewius, Dakara"

"... I see. Is it the only family in Lucitania that can have contact with the outside world? My spear tip is also made of Lewis. Easy to use, sturdy, I like it"

"Tho, sama, no, sakhin. Oremo, Suki"

I see, and the man smiled. And look at Warren.

"You are like us. That's why, if there's another way, you'd better choose that. We don't have it, so we're gonna have to die here, but you're not."

"... Naze?

"A little further, I have a hunch. A warrior's, a future where romance disappears. Must be very happy for a lot of other people. But warriors, they have to die. We die before then, but you, you must be subtle. So."

Warren couldn't understand what he was saying. I'm sure the distance you're seeing is different. The time I've lived, the experience, must be showing him a lot farther than Warren. That his advice, even if I don't know what it means, is not the weight to be truncated.

"Cukrein must be strong, right? Now he's the strongest in Nedeluxe."

"... sooo, ca?

"Don't you think?

"Datte, big, hoe, teh, nuiteil"

"... that's not true. Such clever imitation, that man can't do it. I'm just not the one who burns. Because he is not Master Schauhausen, but only a imitation of it. You still look like us. [M] I don't like him either. But I can't win. That's why I can't stop it. You have to stop it, you're supposed to."

The man looked at the two men who would be delayed in the battle, distorting their faces in bitterness.

"In the time to come, the sunset Nederks pollute the battlefield. I'm sure you, like us, don't think that's a good idea. Now, go home. Still, within another path. We're the only ones left to perish!

With that said, the man returns to the battlefield and is cultivated by his stunt. It looks like we're going into a spiral of killing each other in a heartfelt way.

"... Oreja"

I don't know what to do.

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"Che, wo. Do you pray to God?

"That's a suddenly crappy question. We're gonna kill each other faster than that."

When we realized it, we were both moving to ground warfare, not on horseback. Che's horse became unbearable as the dragon continued to live in heaven. Though Che himself is pimped.

Let me ask you something.

"... pray. To a stronger enemy, to a fiercer battlefield, that's all because I can't help but stay strong. So pray. Look, I answered. Just keep going. Keep going! I can still do this!

"Haha, I knew you guys weren't good. Same goes for me. But Nedeluxe says he's a dick. We're old. You can't laugh because the people who say that are asking God to do something older."

Che narrows her eyes.

"Are you seriously going to transfer 'Helma' to people?

"Surprisingly deafening. I've already failed with some people. The children of Nedeluxe have a future. That's what they consume. Really, it's not funny."

"Nedeluxe, who was leading the divine hunt... shall we laugh at him?

"Whoa, you're sweet. My spear, he gave it to me, Tigre's grandfather. That old man, he promised Lady Schauhausen that he'd come back to the battlefield, he'd show up at the Academy of Arts, and he was desperate to connect. I am, and shit, yeah."

"Is that your grandfather? It was a monster. I was half-killed on a young day. There are still scratches all over. I miss it. Those days were simple and good."

Neither of us is old enough to say stretch already. Each other, my bottom was visible.

"Maybe Tigre's grandfather will die laughing."

"I worked with Welkingetrics to death. Of course. I want to die, too, playing with monsters like him. While I'm me, hey."

Already, probably just going down.

"You think I can beat Cukrein?

"I can't."

"... after all, he's a good guy. You."

The man flipped a flashy costume and turned his back on Che.

"I'm sure you die laughing, che sid campeador"

"If you die on the battlefield, you will."

"... I guess I can't. We'll do it again someday. Until you feel comfortable."

"... oh"

That's what the warrior said and left the scene. Che looked at it a little and looked lonely. Probably because I had a feeling this would be the last time I'd see him.

The following year, "Red Dragon Ghost" bumps into "White Immortal" with the state's operating policy, and even if he decides to decide the female male by spear as Sangui, he loses and scatters before the spear of God. Longer than this, the inheritance was interrupted and the Ryuno type. It is now just the past, even if from the moment it becomes an inheritance that no one expected.

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Warren couldn't decide his own path. There was no way to live as a connector, no discontent. But I think we fight here and get a sense of life. I was wondering if this was where I was supposed to live.

It was fun. Heart to heart, I was comfortable exposing my life.

Until this moment...

"Where the hell have you been!

Brad grabs the collar neck and looses Warren with his trembling hands. He's my best friend, always filled with confidence, and I'm so weak that I don't think he was the man who lived in his hold as Ray.

"Brenda, it's bad. I did everything I could. But on the battlefield, no more."

The surviving swordsmen around them were equally sinister faces.

"Brenda, why?

"This is hell. We, Lucitanians, shouldn't have gone outside. They're all dead. The people who were with her are wiped out. She, too, was only slightly unconscious earlier... but had regressed to a toddler. I don't know what's going on when I wake up."

"... it"

"At such an important time, you walked away! Even you, Lucitanian swordsman, should protect!? You should have protected me! Take her!"

"Hey, Brad. Then you're not. That role is yours."

"Brenda wanted to be with Warren! Not me, with this guy! That's why I went outside. If it's outside, it doesn't matter what Lucitanian rules are. Whether it's Ferrin or Lewis, it doesn't matter what you decide between houses!

Warren knew nothing. I just used my sword according to my desire. Only one person was comfortable with this place. My buddy died, my best friend's heart broke, and the girl who was a little concerned also broke. It's just me, it's just me, it's broken in the real sense.

"Lewis would use it in a trade or something, and you could ride a horse, right? Wouldn't it be better if you took Brenda back to Lucitania first than being here?

"Where do you get that horse?

"Oh, that's..."

Octagonal blockage situation. Surviving in the first place, they are also scratchy. No one is unharmed. That's the same thing with Warren, who was away.

"I'll get it. Wait a minute."

"How do you do that?

"Give me your sword."

Warren borrows his sword from one of his friends with his ready eyes. At the end of the day, if I hadn't grasped my sword, I would not have created a situation like this. Because I disobeyed Lewis' role, that's why this happened. He thought this was punishment.

So, this is the last time...

Only to help her.

"Why, he's laughing."

Blood all around, Warren raising the ambition of victory. I engaged one of the horseback riding squadrons to get the horse and defeated this. What the fellows who came to see how it was was was the appearance of friends who had the same eyes as those they feared.

On this day, Brad found out. At least as a swordsman, up there, that's what I thought, but the guy I thought was a rival was way ahead of me, hiding his true power.

I know I don't have anything.

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"- And then I went back to Lucitania and left her with the doctor, and I kept praying at the root of the great tree. I will never hold my sword again, so help me save her,"

"So, you survived 'by chance'?"

"Oh, 'by chance' she survived. Of the battlefield, my memory was gone, but it was a miracle for me. That's how I got it wrong."

"Thanks to me throwing away my sword, it fits round," he said. Damn, he's pretty over-conscious, you. No, I heard a good story. I heard it. The last golden generation of the Three Kingdoms and the beginning of Campeador? Sounds like fun. If I'm gonna make it happen, I'm gonna go around in there. "

"Huh, the captain is going to talk to them"

"Well, then you do. Similar. Just like you."

…………

"But I think I'm gonna say the same thing to you. If there's enough to rock, that's good for you. Even I feel it on my skin when I get here. We're just a few days away. I don't want to give up, but I don't want to recommend it to people."

The black wolf stood up smiling bitterly.

"Can I fix the sword, leave it to you?

"I don't specialize in grinding, but I'll take care of it."

I keep my fangs from the wolves, and Warren laughs again. When I touch the sword, even if I don't like it, I know who I am. He is very warm and has a giant vessel. But at the same time, it was very narrow. Only similar warriors can fit in that vessel.

"What happens to humans with nothing else?

"I'll die with you. I could have said that before the kid was born."

"... well. Take care of your son."

"It's like you don't like me anymore. Is there some way to get in a good mood?

"... don't ask me. He was run away."

"Oh well. Sounds like you got some answers, but I'll ignore them there. It's important now. Now. I think that's it. I feel good with the fur of a wolf."

The wolf went back to the booze place, thinking.

Warren left alone, meditates his eyes.

(Brad, everybody, where are you now? Stay away from that man, Geheim. His words confuse people. Sweet and gentle, but those eyes are the same eyes I've only seen in the past as the man who says Cukrein. I won't stop you if I'm gonna do your revenge, but don't rely on that guy)

The incident in which Geheim attacked the Golden Forest. The day Lucitania disintegrates. That man showed up while the swordsmen were being fished out and absent by Geheim. Mouthpounding, eight hands, overlapping sweet words to buy time until reinforcements arrived. Warren explores with his sword, not his words, with his eyes, and with his majesty. So I was able to remain hostile.

Conversely, I got the word true, but at the end of the day - I get hooked into a sweet trap.

I finally pulled out my sword that day. That big tree was just a tree, and I found out that my prayers meant nothing. I lost all of my family, couldn't protect Brenda from the murder blade, and remained misunderstood by my friends, to this day. I had a pointless time. Not that I can get it back.

(poison in this world, if you can get rid of it)

I don't know how far I can go with my rusty own arm. Perhaps nothing can be done now. But still...