Tower of Karma

Wolfe was concerned about the side of the stage off the battlefield and far from Honmaru. Ulysses standing next to him looks like he remembered the same feeling. I look at you, my gaze, my consciousness, my struggle is drawn to you.

"Nanka, there you are."

"I'll go and make sure. Captain, I need your permission."

Heavenly Lion, Ulysses of Leonvern. Wolves Since the day the Nova dropped the giants, leave him alone when it comes to the most stretched man. The small body grew more than the crowd, though not as small as Wolfe's, and added strength to the cleverness of the small soldier who had originally combined. But that's only one factor in his growth.

"Me, huh? Back in the day, I was going! It was like that."

"... it was a long time ago"

Spiritual maturity seen in changes in one's name and tone, this is also one factor.

"Not now. If you do it normally, Arcadia is poor. Billa, Billa is doing well with this, but from what I can tell, he's in dangerous condition. I know that's why you're talking about keeping us warm... but you're always ready. You're my next strongest, aren't you?

"Now, though. There's no point in a knight unless he's stronger than a king."

"I don't say. The reversal from the fact that we can win for now is his eighteenth. I've never been more alert. But you can't be too vigilant. I'll take what I can. While Rickhard and Euphemia hold down the Ostberg side, if we win, we win. Even if I didn't win, it was still warm. If I could take his neck. Ah, my win. Isn't that perfect?

"I'll take that man down. Maybe I'm a better match."

"... then I won't deny it. Do you have any fangs in Leonvern that could eat him?

"Until I create it, if not. You can basement the swords of many lions and produce winnable fangs."

Yes, the biggest factor Ulysses devoured to a sequence second only to Wolfe and the other giant stars is once they returned home to all that Leonvern history has, and that's where they came back to get everything to move like colors. Based on its overwhelming basement, innate dexterity creates infinite sword moves. He doesn't have a set mould. We get a huge number of shapes, and we use all of them to break the pattern. Hence the name of Heavenly Lion, from eating up the battlefield with endlessly diverse fangs. He is the second most powerful member of the Black Mercenary Corps.

"Even if I could win, my next. He's my prey."

"The early winner is our black mercenary creed. Until I follow it."

"You're not cute. You grew up a grown-up. Hey."

Ulysses thinks it was Wolf who grew up. A giant star that has barely moved since the face of the war, albeit an operation. Regardless, the other party's measures are solid, and the fact is that there are quite a few generals who can do that. But old Wolfe would have fought with the momentum to eat the countermeasures and maneuvers as well. I'm being more cautious than I thought.

I'm sure that's because the Arcadia army is the opponent. Because the shadow of that man flickers behind my back.

(It speaks of restraint. Not to me. It's on me. If you're the usual captain of the regiment, you're at a glance. That was all the atmosphere. And that atmosphere, somewhere -)

A dilemma you can't even move if you want to. Wolfe had a calm face but from time to time his gaze was scattered towards the corner and towards the valley. Wolf and intrigued, the lion is also of great interest. Still, it's out of vigilance for a man who would show up any minute. It doesn't drain in vain and settles on the last big stage. That was the man's petition to be a wolf.

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Apollonia also opened her eyes wide again. Only Medraut and himself remain in the ranks of Arkland at present. I guess the only reason Medraut hasn't spoken to me about it is because it's made me care. Apollonia was a little relieved about that.

That day, the wound engraved on the hero king wasn't just cut off Baylin, his right arm. Instead, he was then robbed of winning forever and saw the flames of an indelible nightmare.

"... sister, sweat"

I was remembering that day before I knew it. Laurencia's biggest shock, the price for eating St. Lawrence, is too great. Medraut, who was so distant from himself, plumps his forehead with kindness. It's like dealing with a very young child.

That's all I got. I can't heal, my heart's broken.

I know. I didn't want to know, reality.

"I wonder what Athena is doing by now? Wouldn't you be bothering everyone?"

Medraut came to the lid to talk. It was his daughter, a child born that day with a woman who happened to survive among the martyrs who had chosen to die with the Virgin. The only story in that tragedy with just a little salvation.

"It's a good meal. Well, it's our blood muscle. You won't be adults."

"Ha ha, you must be. I miss my sister more than I do, and the color of my hair stays the same. I'm guessing Kaios' blood is stronger than Garnias's."

"I guess the Lady had Kaios' blood on her, too. I didn't think I'd make it out that strong."

"You're like a Lucitanian. Lovely, though."

"Oh, he's adorable. I have to protect you."

There is no flame until that day in the eyes of the bitter Apollonia. As we all know she is a masterpiece. But that doesn't necessarily satisfy her. It's not always possible to reach the place you were looking for.

A masterpiece born as heroic as possible. My heart is a king, my taste is a monster, but...

"It's not a curtain for my sister to come out yet. It could end without a curtain."

"It doesn't. There's that man. Call me when the White Knight comes out."

White knight, only when you speak the name does a little flame glint in her eyes. It was as fragile as a leftover fire, something that the medlaut could not see directly.

"Oh, I know. Then I'll look a little too. [M] I wish His Majesty could stand still. That's the king, isn't it?

"... let's do that"

Having removed his seat, Medraut felt that atmosphere for the first time out of Apollonia's sight, looking at the corners of the battlefield. The explosion of the atmosphere that reminded Apollonia of that day, which she was settling in these days, in other words, she is feeling.

The people who fight there are also those who live in areas beyond their reach.

"God is cruel. Because he was more talented than anyone else and didn't give the hero the last step before anyone else. That's more cruel than giving anything, in a way."

Medraut glanced at heaven. God as the base of men forgives, but God who distributes talent and wealth so as to tease men cannot forgive. If you give, give it to the end, if you don't, don't give it from the beginning. Don't give me hope, certainty.

The world is truly cruel.

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"... Bullshit."

What was in their sight was a hell of a painting created by a monster that sheared out nearly a hundred heavily armed infantry by himself. A bunch of corpses in different shapes, I don't think people fought each other. The armor is shaken, the helmet is crushed, and the contents are as if they were unseen meat and bones, and a splashing blood stew of organs.

The man who reigns on it snapped the last one's neck a thousand times. Hit me, not slay me, but pull me a thousand at my disposal. I can't even stop nauseating on my side at the sight that's so tragic.

"My face was changing and I didn't realize it. The vibe was just an old man."

"Kyle, the gladiator king. The strongest gladiator, the undefeated monster of his life."

Citizens enthusiastic city well heroes ahead of what the slaves aspire to. A monster suddenly disappeared from the tabular stage and disappeared from the secular returned. Whoever watched him in person only knows how he looked on stage. That's why I didn't notice. The atmosphere of a stuck king, a slave yet elegant face, a giant body that amplifies it. Because everything is the king of gladiators.

"You're lying, that old man is the king of gladiators... my, the pinnacle of aspiration"

Stunned by too far back. It doesn't look like a human can reach it.

"Power, moves, even speed is a monster. Plus I fought all that and I'm not disturbed by one breath. inexhaustible physical strength and human detached physical. And it also combines small soldier-like agility."

Otto's strongest known are Gregor, Gilberto and other Arcadia samurai men brought by Hilda. Something that struck me about their moves and strength. Further enhance the specialized part and aim up. I admired that look.

But the monster in front of you combines everything.

"Blank's big. I'm far from being in the mood. We need to regain our sense of action soon."

Plus, he says there's more up there. I can't see a lie or a vanity in that eye. There's no point in doing that on his level in the first place. Simply, I guess we have a way to go. A bottomless monster, someone like this was somewhere in Arkas. The fact is horrible.

"With this road width, we can reach both hands with just a little movement. Let's protect it as best we can. You should get some experience in action while you can."

Kyle slapping Pong and Otto on the shoulder. The bloodwet monster was smiling gently, not suited to the look of it. It changes with the look of a god I showed earlier, and I can't see a single hegemony in its face. Still, the facts didn't shake, and it didn't change that he was a monster.

"Before the monsters move,"

Kyle looks at the evening with a fierce look on his face.

Think of the monster you haven't seen yet.