Tower of Karma

The battlefield was adhesive. There is no such thing as backward-looking worries on a battlefield where all the great powers, except Garias and Nedeluxe, come together. There was room for 'justice'. Conversely, Arcadia, which is keeping Kensei warm, cannot afford as much as it looks. Kensei can be a stronger weapon if you don't show it. He's nowhere, he could appear from anywhere. That's why I can't imitate the devious.

Though alleviated these days, Osvalt's strength is still one-on-one, including Kensei. It is only on a somewhat tidy battlefield that you show strength. Hence the temperatures are preserved.

Others are exhausted and glued. Full of beneficial terrain, so mutual.

"Can't you win?

"Unfortunately. All invitations are removed. It's a calm battle haul. Perhaps the total commander is Elvira, now El Sid. More than inferior in local power, we'll lose if we stay like this."

This time, Kevin, promoted to general by Gilberto's recommendation as well, talks with his face distorted. Gilberto sighted the battlefield again and meditated his eyes.

"If Mr. Carl had been here, the results would have been different with the same tactics"

Kevin was the head of Taylor's Childrens and was said to be similar to Carl, including his excellence in defensive combat. In fact, his military tactics are well rounded at the rate of the year, and his tactical choices are not so different from Carl's after he became a general.

But there was a big opening in my talent as a motivator. Kevin himself said, "I'm not a general's vessel. I think it's a Legion Leader stop, even if it stretches to its maximum," he said. That's what Gilberto and the others who recommended also thought. Still, it's Kevin, simply because Arcadia has no more talent.

"Don't say it. Taylor worked hard enough. This is our problem now."

"Yes, I know. But now..."

"I don't want to even discuss Strider and Arkland, but the flow changes. As long as they're behind this, we'll never be able to take the lead."

"... can you discuss it?

"That's why I'm here. Arcadia the Sword, its symbol is the Sword Sage. I won't lose. But in order to do that, use me at an effective time. I'm a sword. The sword can turn into a famous sword or a loose sword depending on what you wield. If you're his genealogy, you're not. When I use it."

"I understand... I did"

Rich in defeat. I'm not giving up now. The timing of a one-shot reversal, where you get a winning shot at Kensei. That was the only fine thread to victory.

"With that said, do we throw this valley away?

Gilberto had noticed the area where his hands were clearly loose in the placement. A pawn floating on a large map. It's the point where I can see Oldengard once he's pulled out, but he doesn't look like he's hitting his hand preventing the road that leads there.

"I'll throw it away. If you want to use this route, which is also narrow and not suitable for large troop movements, then that is Master Gilberto's turn. Even if you get pulled out, you can't afford to break a pawn in a hitter's place."

Gilberto remembers the day's curls in the face of Kevin, full of bitterness. Sacrifice is hard in battle, and it is the disqualification of the samurai that is most heartbreaking there. But some fly on it. It is those who carry sacrifices and ascend to higher heights who are warlords.

(Be a good general. The fire you left behind is definitely handed down)

William made it. Carl made it. Influenced by the two generals, they are tomorrow in Arcadia. We have to connect. Gilberto renews his determination.

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Glued as intended. For El Sid and those who have a high understanding of the battle, this is as thoughtful. But their heads weren't. Maybe the truth is, if you were calm, you could have been satisfied with the absolute advantage behind the glue.

Anger, hatred, the haste of his heart.

"How's it going?

"It's thin. From what I've seen, there are few regular soldiers, all hairy people and slaves to the citizens"

"It's good that you can win, right?

"Whatever, Your Grace. We are proud Ostberg warriors. Make sure you clear the way."

Ernst accepted the proposal with a grin. They want what they want. We must take revenge. I can't help but make them pay for the invasion. Hands are loose in all El Sid's ways. Ernst has a distorted grin.

"I hope so."

"I'll take care of it!

Anger rages.

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"What the hell, this"

Stunning defense team. The team of ten led by Otto also had to stand still.

"Ha! Ha!

A herd of black steel lined up neatly. There is no rash in that walk and nothing prevents that walk. That look and walk full of heaviness. I feel so bitter just looking at it. The aligned march puts a lot of pressure on just one step. The neat appearance also gives pressure, despair.

"Black steel, regular Ostberg soldiers. It's a heavy infantry."

"Ha! Ha!

The aligned ringing crushes their hearts.

"I can win. I'm gonna be a superstar. I'm not scared to be the king of gladiators."

Trembling men can't even pull out swords. The oppression of a flock you never see in the arena. An army united by one will is turned into a wave that will undo the will of one. I can't stop trembling. My heart, it breaks.

"No. We die here."

Otto also accepted death by despair. It is impossible to survive. There are no such elements anywhere to be won. Hence thoughts and other meaningless things.

(Hmm, neat walking, heavy looking outfit to give a sense of compression? And then they say the bow's hard to come by. Weight at the expense of manoeuvre...... yes, I'm sacrificing it. By no means is that black steel the magical armor that makes them invincible. Crush your legs, crush your moves, what you get is hardness and appearance. It just seems like a loss to me)

Only Kyle was flatly analyzing this sight on this occasion. Indeed, heavy infantry is troublesome. For the powerless, they may be invincible. Regardless, that's impossible, and there's more 'gaps' than people can move around if you fight calmly. It depends on your skill.

"I'll be. To the gladiator king!

Kyle grabbed the young man's collar, which suddenly began to run due to panic. "What!?," he threw behind him a man who raised his voice like he strangled a chicken, and Kyle moved forward instead.

"Even if I tell you to calm down, you guys right now. Then you're not listening, are you? Sure looks strong, but when I finally think about it, it can't be strong. Look, I'll show you an example."

Kyle took off his thick cape. A musculoskeletal body that was hidden in a cape. The sword on his back is like a giant star, something Strakles can handle. It is a huge weapon that can only be used by selected heroes.

"Not to mention, old man, are you going to die!?

"I'm not dying yet. I have a family to protect. I cut off my best friend, but there's a path I chose."

Kyle took a low posture. A man with a giant body is not frightened of himself and is about to come towards us. A bunch of black people laughing at that stupidity. Kyle smiled.

"The illusion is mutual. You're not as strong as you think you are."

Kyle stepped into the earth as much as he wanted. The ground that blows up, the giant body that accelerates. Fast enough for the grin that was floating to freeze in an instant. A voice of vigilance rises and everyone sets up a shield in unison. Thick steel armor and a big black shield, these two reinforce our defenses even further.

"I'm sorry. I'll crush your lives for what I have to protect!

Kyle accelerates even further. Then he spread his arms and hit a heavily armed infantry with a shield from the front. Front collision is the area of heavy infantry. Receive, erase momentum, and greet swords and spears from the gaps in the shield. That was the must-win pattern. They were waiting to do it. But...

Bumping, the sound of iron shaking and the sound of meat and bones crushing. Momentum didn't stop. I don't care about the shield or the armor. The man keeps on rushing. Don't worry about people falling and crushing. The man goes further as he steps and crushes a fallen heavy-duty infantry on his back.

"And stop, monster!

The man doesn't stop.

"Oh, man, keep your distance! Free your time, with your sword."

"Ha!

Unless it is also a long spear, it is suicidal for them to make a mistake. The huge mass of iron he carried was combined in size and length not comparable to the spears and swords wielded by the constant man. In one swing, four or five people scatter their organs and die.

"Look, it's no big deal, okay? Wrap yourself up in this stuff because you're weak. It's no big deal if you calm down. Even armor is thick or heavy enough for people to move around, something like this."

Kyle made a fist and slapped his fist in as much as he wanted from the top of his helmet. Blood and flesh jump out of the crevice of the bearded armor and shrink to about two-thirds in height.

"Look, soft"

It's easy, I saw Kyle turning to his side with that look on his face, and this is what I thought with all the enemy allies.

(Can you do that, you idiot? Huh!

Kyle grabbed the sword again. There is already no sense of severe air created by heavy-duty infantry. The atmosphere they ruled was being repainted by Kyle. Now it's not an illusion. A monster reigns in his place as a distinct difference in power.

"Lack of proper preparation to deal with the monsters I saw yesterday. Let me get my mind back."

Looking at Kyle, they reminded us of a monster who was the head of their own, the heavily armed infantry of old Ostberg. A giant star long forgotten, their distances remind them.

"Who are you!?

"Kyle. There is no surname because liberated slaves. The profession helped with the blacksmith."

Liberation slaves, that's what I heard. They warped their faces. Ostberg's heavily armed infantry made the world famous for not being noble or a citizen, because if the world didn't change, the presence that never came out on the battlefield would hold us back. The pride of Ostberg against the heavily armed cavalry.

"Okay, come on"

Just one monster ravages me.