Tower of Karma

A clueless formation of three nobles on one Gilberto. Marthus' Rigid Sword, Amelia's Short Spear, Fenke's Snake Sword, are all super first-rate users. Among them, Marthus' force was unplanned. The son of Marslan, the "Red Ghost", shows far more qualities than his father.

"I'll keep it down in the center. You two need cover from the left and right."

"Orders Sunna is a Marsus boy"

"Instructions are reasonable, but not ordered."

They were two people who would throw cursing noises at Marsus' orders, but only their mouths would rebel. Instead, the body is relative to the 'Sword Saint' Gilberto in a flowing collaboration.

"... quite"

It was Gilberto von Osvalt, arcadia's most powerful swordsman and monster, who did not retreat a step after the onslaught. Dancing magnificently with a smile is the ultimate in beauty. Without waste, without gaps, the sense of sword moves bursting in them does not allow other followers.

The monsters who antagonize against the top three of a country have a gentle grin, the more the hatred they hold within burns, the more serene the opposite. The sword responds with the best moves.

Exactly Kensei, Arcadia's best sword is brilliant.

The knights of Osvalt also showed swordsmanship as they responded to it. Regardless, the samurai guarding the generals of the three armies that Nedeluxe boasted showed the same strength. Only this point was turned into a place of pure struggle above all else as the two disturbing armies, the fleeing soldiers, continued to emerge.

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"Oh, you adorable boys."

Claude and the others soften up the pressure forward.

"I can't do this with the three of us."

"Then I'll stay the strongest."

Raphael, please.

"Hey, let's talk..."

The stage is different for us now. He, her opponent, won't even make it into a battle. Three on one, it's obvious that you still don't have it. There is a difference in force. I've never encountered it, but it's clearly stronger than I've seen it before.

"I'm a dove rat. It's for sale! Look, beyond this guy here, I'll grab heaven! That's why I'm here in Arcadia!

"... hehe"

"It's a quick escape. If you're wrong, don't combine it properly."

"Ha, even if you don't tell me... I can't die!

Claude starts engaging Jacqueline, a former Trinity Master and White Rose, in an overwhelming manner.

To protect his people - it is in that phase that he shines.

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William was relative to Rheinberga. In the distance, Estaard's best bowman has refrained, and now is not the time to make a move.

Neither had Rheinberga changed the position that pinched Rudolph again, but he had heightened his guard that he would not show such a failure earlier. I can't fight as hard as I can with Rudolph behind my back. And the opponent's battle power will be seen in an earlier encounter. That there is no way to win, except with all your might.

"Rudolph, Sama. Onigue,"

The last line, if you even go beyond this place, your consciousness really tobbles. An opponent who can't win if Tospring.

"... Am I interrupting?

".................. Hi"

Dare I say, that's what Rheinberga replied. A choice to survive this battle in order for me to protect the Lord. I also understand how much that would hurt Rudolph. You can be the bad guy yourself. But Rheinberga had decided to only protect Rudolph and show him.

"Oh well. Good luck with that."

Rudolph's neck turns away. William could only miss it.

Rudolph disappeared mixed with a flock of fleeing soldiers.

Rheinberga breathed it in her ass. All you have to do is win. All you have to do is risk everything to burn your life and make Rudolph's way of life.

"Colos."

A true reaper appeared. I let go of protecting and living, a mere existence to kill.

"... Well, what do we do"

He wasn't the one who could win while alerting the arrows. He crosses with his' fierce sun 'and' hero king ', and Arcadia is also the target of several heroes being eaten. Finally each other in full swing.

"Ga, gi, guhi, gah!

Rheinberga advances in a distorted position. Probably coming in with a change from here. Twist your body, shake your head to the left and right, flirt with a twitchy movement -

"Huh!?

Arrows fly in. Rheinberga shook her head and sewed a gap...

William threw an arrow, as did the Great Sickle of Rheinberga. It won't last long. Even though the onslaught of death alone is troublesome, it is precise and powerful from afar, with Maximiliano's bow boasting an out-of-digit range of speeds.

This won't be a fight.

Two arrows, three arrows and William's cry come at me exquisitely. This arrow can also be dealt with if the opponent is quite the opponent. In fact, during the battle with Garias, I was dealing with it well and showing it. But the 'now' line berca was too strong to do so.

Suddenly, the arrows fly in the wrong direction. The orbit of an arrow neither William nor Rheinberga assumed. Rheinberga doesn't care about the offensive posture, he comes in.

(There's no such mistake on that level of user)

William takes a breath. Arrows that didn't even let me do that until earlier don't fly. Now William is sure. Something unforeseen happened and Maximiliano couldn't help himself.

"Then there's one thing to do"

A sword laid on the sheath. William took his own set of boosted specials.

"Just kill him and go after Rudolph. Huh!

Behind the mask, my eyes sparkled for a moment. A scratch ran over the heavy armor of Rheinberga. There is also a slightly deeper scratch on William's cheek. But...

"Gi, gaaaaaa!?

The wound William carved was much deeper than that.

The Special Accompaniment bursts.

"You're tough. Do you still want to do it?"

It should have been a pretty deep blow, but I have no weakness for the Reaper atmosphere. And William smiled. Just a little more than I expected, because I was an interesting opponent.

Again, the attacker is Reaper's Lineberka. William crushes that sickle move. Before power reaches its maximum, before speed reaches its highest, William's sword is the sword of darkness, the sword of ignorance that defeats the good of its opponents and drags them into darkness.

They were fighting each other's battles.

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(Needle, who stabbed him? In the first place, who gave you such a tiny weapon on the battlefield?

Maximiliano had a needle stab in the back of his left hand. Metal needles, quite well built but too fragile a weapon for use on the battlefield. It is not a weapon used by samurai in the first place.

Who used it, what existence is all over this battlefield.

"Shut up. God sounds,"

Kachichi rings. The horse Maximiliano was riding collapsed with screaming. There is a dark hole in the belly of the horse. The smell of burning and the iron filling begins to fill.

"A flavor of black outfits, is it? I see, it's troublesome."

One black outfit stood in the direction in which the thunderstorm was released. He carried the cylinder held with both hands, holding eight of his favorite needles in his hands and one in his mouth. A rare customer who is obviously not familiar with the battlefield. It would be a race of assassins to observe from their physical appearance.

"You don't think you can beat me in the distance, assassin."

Maximiliano put up a bow. A man in black who travels lukewarmly on that projectile line. I can't see that look hidden in the mask, but I even enjoyed this situation somewhere.

"Shit!"

"Pup!

Arrows and needles intersect.

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William was feeling that the battlefield was even more in chaos. The breadth of overwhelming horizons remains unchanged even during combat. I can see the view as if the birds were overlooking me. Aside from the sight, the vibrations transmitted from the sound, the ground and the air also give the scenery an element.

The view was visible. More chaos that will come from here.

"It's funny, but I can't even be interested."

"Grrrrrrrr!"

Endless, beast-bouncing reapers. But that attack is released from the Great Sickle, and there is only one option more than taking the means of attack to slash it. Crush the choice, crush it, if you read the real hand, it's only a decoration such as the running away of the process.

"You're protecting Rudolph, aren't you? You want to protect something important, don't you? Then not to this extent. Do your best to die. Or I'll eat you up."

It spilled such a disastrous killing spirit that it stopped Reaper from walking for a moment. I run scared of the Reaper and his monster. What do the Reapers think when they see the high tower in front of them, the monster that reigns at its summit?

"Gigah!

"Right. Attack me. If that's true... let him kill me."

Mad Monster and Zero Degree King, the battle between the two accelerates even further.

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It took three men, and Nederks boasts the highest fighting power, how much he has dressed, and the strongest swordsman of all time. I can only summon in front of him. And the mighty sword of Marsus shall be done, and Amelia's magnificent short spear shall be cast. The worst part of the situation is the 'black' fenke, where the sword that runs its way is only rather futile before the finished straight path, as if it is not universal.

"Ko, wo!

Difference from the surroundings that open the more mucky they become. If the evil way is hammered, it even swallows the strong because of the weakness of the opponent, but in a real opponent with no gaps, it is only smashed. It was even difficult to keep this antagonism in Fenke, where local power is clearly inferior among the three.

That gap...

"Shh!"

Gilberto isn't sweet enough now to miss it. A momentary collapsed position, a blow aimed at its location, was definitely turning down Fenke's neck. If you reach it without any obstacle,

"Fenke!"

If Marsus hadn't gotten in between, Fenke would have died.

"What are you doing?"

"One first"

"Focus, Fenke! The man will be fine!

Quite deeply cut, Marsus, a ghost child, stomps with one "kiss" and one snort.

"Young but well received. Good samurai."

Nevertheless, there was a clear difference between Gilberto, who was not disturbed one breath at a time, and Trinity, who was close to his limit in strength. I should have done a little more before. I should have eaten it. But now Gilberto was terribly far away. As a samurai, as a swordsman, the loss far exceeded the cost of a young stretch.

"But Master Gilberto wins. This brings the war to an end. Our victory -"

"Oh, you're a good man, but you're fast."

Osvalt's knight, whispered in his ear a spooky imposing treble. The moment it hit the earlobes, three skulls could play at the same time. Like a beautiful rose petal.

"Damn, that's pathetic. Still a chick. What are we going to do with the help of our valley generation? It's time for me to retire."

Jacqueline La Bourdarias, "White Rose" and feared Nederks' best spear use, brings former Sanguinis' big wolf into battle.

"Ma, the turn of the corner. Let me dance magnificently."

What it looks like. Back to back. That spear is a superb word. A difference in level that you can see just by swinging in the preparatory exercise. I can see the level of skill.

"I've waited for that!

Suddenly, an arrow of intense power strikes from the further back of the appearing Jacqueline.

"Dear Jacqueline!

Amelia's worries.

"You idiot. Like this -"

It was a matter of concern. A blow that shatters the flying arrows. Jacqueline's eyes glow lightly and dull. He was sending a lukewarm slaughter to the innocents who appeared behind him.

"You think you can get a white rose, a former sanguinist, with a curly arrow?

There were two young warriors ahead of the kill.

"Oh, those kids from earlier."

The two looked at Jacqueline and distorted their faces.

"Why are you there!? What happened to Claude!

Question of Beatrix. Jacqueline fell in love with the desperate shape. Nothing floats on this battlefield. If any user is to be lost as long as he or she continues to stand on this occasion, he or she should not be remembered for admiration or anything else.

"That was an interesting fight. Instead, you're too late. Feel the battlefield with you. She stopped me. Dead, though."

Beatrice's expression turned slightly blue for a moment. And stained with angry red.

"Kill him!

Killer.

"Beatrix!"

It was my brother's drink that stopped the girl drowning in killing. Beatrice stiffened as she bounced her body. The word of my brother is absolute, no matter how angry he is. That's Osvalt.

"Work with your brothers and sisters to fight the present Sangu. I'm always stronger than you are now. And fasten it to your chest and wave Osvalt's sword. All right?"

Osvalt's sword, it is a sword for the nation. Beatrice bites his lips regrettably and nods. Far from Jacqueline and others on my own right now. Even the worn Trinity are in their own hands. Even Gallias did. The battlefield still doesn't belong to me.

"I'll do it. It's a good year, isn't it? We're gonna settle this, White Rose."

Gilberto's atmosphere was felt on her skin, and Jacqueline lifted her hair. Maybe this place will be my last. Then, at the end of the day, if you fight as a samurai, you will not become one. Otherwise the spear master, the dead brothers and disciples. I would be sorry for that man, too.

(How does a man who just thought he was a genius fight a real genius?)

Drop the red, battle posture.

"Amelia. Give me some help. Round trip in Amphis. Don't be late."

"Yes! Dear Jacqueline, I will do everything in my power!

"If you're a Kensei opponent, throw away the woman. I'm Jean-Jacques La Bourdarias now. Minor forces don't make Amphis. If it's not enough, pull it up now. Now you're the Trinity."

"... I know!

Jean and Amelia. Two spears turned to Kensei.

"Can you stand, Fenke? Our job is to push them back. We haven't lost yet."

"You bet. Fuck you. We're three nobles, too!

Red and black also became the ultimate in fatigue at hand, and the sign of the Three Nobles they bore did not stop them. It's not just the top as a samurai. It is also the culmination of a general who once brought together the armies of Nederks, a former superpower that boasted of glory.

I'm not allowed to stop. Fight it out, even if it's lethal.

"Show me what you mean! We're Nedeluxe!

The roar of Marsus. Its own men originally bombarded the Nederks soldiers in the vicinity who ran wild and lost. Some still couldn't shake off their fear of things they didn't understand. But the soldier who stops his leg and tries to reward Arcadia with one arrow also comes out.

"Win, Amelia. We don't have a successor. I'm not going to die in a grave."

Fenke looks at Amelia in Marsus and looks bored. Second, he looks mean and releases a word with Niyaniya.

"... hey chew. Then we can fight more."

"We can still fight if we get to that idea. I'll kill you when I die."

"Han, this is why you're a virgin. Don't lose it."

If we don't step in here, we lose. Still a mysterious mystery ringing there. As for the large crowd, it would be the loss of Nedeluxe, who breaks his heart and disrupts and defeats the formation. However, there is still a bud of resurgence if we discuss the enemy general here with the central figure. We just have to win. Even if it rots, it's a former superpower, with a bottom line.

"We're on our way, Fenke. Let's fight till we die."

"You're going to die. He's not eating a man yet."

"Ha, sounds like you"

Even if it's the last fight, I'll leave the nails behind. Ten, a hundred, a thousand will not retreat, even with their opponents. It is the Trinity who bears the heroes of the past. Young people carry the history of this country. I won't lose. Fight until you win.

If Aoyagi has escaped, he has a winning eye. The more we keep fighting here, the better the chances of Nederks' future being connected. If you're a throwaway pawn for it, I'll gladly throw this life at you. Because that's what the Three Nobles of Nederks are.

The young Trinity commands.