Tower of Karma

The guards guarding the valley were showing a smooth finish thanks to Kyle. Having gained a winning habit and experience with enemy military opponents that had flown on the edge of the battlefield, they were able to fight quite a bit. Always winning over feelings, the Arcadia Army, the arrowheads that started to think so...

"... hmm?

An unpleasant shadow flickers behind Kyle's brain. Trace amounts of fighting spirit that no one on this scene notices. There's still a distance, but little by little, it's getting steadily closer. At first I thought it was a horse riding squad. Horse riding squads are no enemy to them with complex terrain woods behind them.

But this footstep is not the horse's.

"All ready for battle! Something's coming!

Kyle raised the alert level to its maximum in an instant. It was too small a footstep, so the distance and direction were wrong. Sovereignty is not so good for a gladiator king. I always saw enemies, and I didn't need to expand my senses to the outside than the arena.

"It's thin, but I can hear footsteps. But not until I know where it's coming from."

"That's a lot of relaxation. Hey."

That's why we couldn't capture them.

"Shit, up there!

Rightly on the side, killing those who waited as archers on the cliff without a sound and without a scream, they slaughter the Kyles sloppily.

"Can you just turn off your footsteps to assassins... and in a group"

Kyle's words contained a color of admiration. In all the battlefield I've felt so far, I didn't feel as level a place as I thought, except for some monsters. But they're different in front of you. Each person's force was originally a smelling experience in action and the strength and application backed there.

It was clustered at a high level. I thought Kyle was a pain in the ass for them, not the first heavy-duty infantry. Regardless, I still think I can handle this number of opponents.

If only that man hadn't been here...

"I took it up this street. It's deadly for you guys even on one side, huh?

If it wasn't for this monster looking down...

"Well, here's your big chance. Hit one with this me, and if you win, these guys behind you will retreat. I'm leaving, too. Be honest with me when I win. Even if I say I won't let you through, I will. You guys have no right to veto. I'm the one. Put your hands up."

I can't beat this group. Not even this guy.

"I'll do it."

Still, there's no one left to fight but Kyle. They find out that they were dreaming in front of something that was only stronger in their feelings but really strong. Other than Kyle, there's not even a willingness to resist.

"Ho, ho, ho, ho"

A man slowly descends on a cliff that should have a considerable slope as if it were a flat ground. A sense of distinction conveyed from the ends of the movement. The more I even remember to be touched, the more the man just walks, the more the strength smells.

"It's Wolf Gunk Strider. Of course you do.

"Oh, no stranger in this Laurencia"

"Inspirational. I don't know who you are, but if you want to hear it, I will."

Wolfe, as a matter of course, stepped down to the same horizon as Kyle and the others in such a way as to walk on the cobblestone. Aura of the overwhelming strong, this situation where there is not even a bow puller is unusual.

"Try as hard as you want to hear, big guy."

And the monster moves.

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"Ahhh. Don't leave me. Ooh."

"Brother Zeno, no!

"Nooooo clear! Don't be in such a hurry, My Brother. Zena doesn't need to panic either. This Xeno Sid Campeador knee will not escape."

"Dark face too."

"The ultimate in praise keeping honor. Look, Xena's this way. Kike is there because he's big. Perfect in this formation! The best and most gorgeous landscape in your hands."

A dark-faced young man, two people sitting in places exactly as Zeno instructed. Giant Kike and Xena, who only looks like early teens, move as instructed.

"Wow, that's a nice view, honey."

"You bet, My Brother. Where this Zeno spent the night scrutinizing and finding information on maps and terrain. Thanks to the lack of sleep, but it must be necessary."

"You know, brother Xeno, can I go play?

"Huh! You've got a lot of blood, Miss Xena. But no. This Zeno, probably would have broken into that place two years younger"

"Two years means you're sixteen."

"Huh, it's a young time. Break it in, and it was dead. Kike, Xena, look at that. And feel it. You can see it from here on top, and at the same time you can see the breadth of the world with monsters we don't even know. Ten years early to be proud. Me, you guys, hey."

Too dark-faced to be mistaken, but even the oldest Zeno of the three is eighteen, Kike is sixteen, Zena is twelve, too young a face, but the promising stocks that the second generation El Sid expects. Especially Zeno, a genius who succeeded Campeador in slightly sixteen. The intensity of the face and the intensity of the chatter, the flaws were a combination of the strength of what was, and the qualities that the new era flag bearers deserved, both in descent.

As the real son of Ralo Sid Campeador, the greatest masterpiece of Campeador, who, like his great father, specializes in the defense of battles and is knocked into battle by many "spirits".

"There's no place for us to be active in this battle. It's just an accompaniment. Take a good look at that, feed it, grow it. For Estaard, whichever way he rolls, wow, make it positive. That's about the point of the tour. No blinking."

We reached this point on foot. It's more on the mountain side than in the valley, which means it's only a little bit behind the enemy. Then naturally, the risk of engagement rises and becomes dangerous. I fought Arcadia soldiers more than once to get here. And every time...

A corpse lying on a roadless path. Ahead the children of Campeador look to the apex.

"By the way, why did Elvira allow her uncle the wolf to attack over there?

"Dear El Sid,. Miss Xena."

Xeno strokes Xena's head. Hey, hey, hey.

"The Black Mercenaries are experts in mountain warfare. inferior to early members, but still naturally resistant to the mountains if a group of skilled mercenaries. Good mercenaries have good feet. It means that they can go through the valley without slowing down and go around behind the enemy and continue to play. Try to see the black wolf appear in the desert, and the rumors alone will keep Arcadia soldiers awake at night."

I can't get through in the horseback squad, it's too narrow to get around the road. But if there's a group of people who can tread a roadless path at some level, there's enough reason to drop it. Through it, the pressure that Wolf might come from behind would produce unimaginable effects.

"Come on, here we go. The first one is always that guy."

At the end of Zeno's gaze, it moved...

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(Quick!?

Spring tricks all over my body. Different stretches from scratch. I can pack the distance with a much faster movement than Kyle expected. Avoiding or receiving, choices were narrowed down shortly after thinking.

Look at the apparently belated motion interception. Wolfe says: Correct, but that doesn't make it possible to survive. Assuming the opponent is stronger, if he hits himself with enough speed, even the fierce sun can be defeated. Plus I'm even stronger than I was that day.

"All of a sudden, my victory..."

Obviously, I'm late. Obviously pushed in. Obviously unfavourable posture.

And yet the response I feel in this hand...

(Keung Yee!?

The moment we touched each other, we understood each other's power of war. Kyle senses that his opponent is a monster that combines speed and strength, and Wolfe is stunned by the power to apply them.

The momentum between the two stops. The sword and sword were stopped in hollow.

A late, ear-splitting roar bursts. The collision between the two monsters appeared so threatening to the beholder that the atmosphere trembled and the illusion that even the ground was dazzling. Irrespective of the enemy allies, instincts will sue you for the danger of life. So many of them are human apart, and their synergies are immeasurable.

"Sick!

It was Wolf who upset the equilibrium. Then he comes out to distract his opponent's sword and dives straight into his nostalgia. That's where I've been waiting.

"Anger!

Kyle's back fist. Even if you twist your neck and twist it, its destructive power destroys the flesh only by scratching it. The meat on your cheeks flies thin and a thousand slices. He said that the power and the beautiful movement, and above all the high degree of application, were not just physical warriors.

"Do it. Eh!

Wolf puts his body in the direction of a twisted neck. The twist was used to jump up his leg in momentum. Almost zero distance, Kyle glances at Wolfe's kick as much as he wants on his chin, not expecting a kick move this close.

Flexible and running,

"Don't do it"

Kyle pounded his neck and threw up a bloody twat.

"I thought I was gonna break your neck and kick your ass."

"I guess. That hurt a lot."

Wolfe grinned bitterly at the lack of significant damage. Even though power and technology alone are troublesome, I can only laugh through surprise that they hold it together even tougher.

"... now I know why William's bastard unlocked slavery."

"... ugh!?

The name of a man who was suddenly his best friend. Wolfe also looks strange in that reaction.

"You overreact a lot. There's no way he misses a guy like Temeer. Change the law, but if it's just a monster, I want it in my pawn."

"I'm sorry, but I've never even met him. There's no way a white knight would know who I am."

Wolfe became more interested in returning it. There's no way that man would miss so many monsters in the same country. Instead, I should have used any hand, slapped it a lot, and repainted my identity. I should have pawned it early. Take the opportunity of slave liberation into your own camp at the latest. It's worth it. Something about a few people in all of Laurencia, such as the person who follows quite a bit to himself who admits to being with the most powerful creature on earth. Force I definitely want to get.

And yet, when we could afford each other.

(You can't miss it. You can't know that. But this guy was dull at the end of the day like this. Originally, such a monster would be placed in a place where Ernst's boy could have dropped the heavily armed infantry at the time of its roll-out, on this occasion, which is largely devoid of warfare value. Is that possible?

Wolf assembled one hypothesis in his head. Bounce out in your head why you don't pawn after knowing you exist, know your strength, and know everything. Exceptions for William, if you put him outside the feud without a pawn, and you freed him from slavery, and you consciously removed him...

"... when I saw Temeer's neck, I wanted to see how he distorted himself."

Motivation jumped all at once inside Wolfe. He is indeed a strong opponent. Twelve handles to burn. But still, the reason why it didn't burn out was the weakness lurking behind them. The appearance and apparent strength are monstrous, but somewhere Wolfe had a clear view of weakness.

If you fight until one of them dies, you win. Because I was so sure, I was shifting in the direction of not burning out and enjoying myself. But if it were a makeshift street, if the man's exception was a monster in front of him, it would feel best to raise his neck and incite him.

Last battle with passion. Best finale.

"So that man and I have nothing to do..."

"I'll show you my neck for the combination of answers... I don't care for Temeye!

"Wow!?

More acceleration. When braking from zero to max. And that Max is unusual. It was repainted by the same person, even if it was faster than anyone Kyle knew. Nor is that to the extent of a slight jump.

"Gu, ha!

Delayed. But rewind with force. I was able to do that earlier. But - the roar of sword strikes, the glare is Kyle's giant body. Wolf showed his teeth and laughed. From there, the RPM of the roll. Kyle is the best at betting his best. I have no leeway. There is no gap to fight back.

In the first place, just for a moment, I die just blinking. So much so that Wolfe was now in an impetuous momentum. With an awesome grin, Wolfe shows further acceleration. Fall back after retreat. Kyle keeps getting pushed. I'm just saying this is the strongest, Wolf.

(Lord Kyle, you are strong. It's as strong as I remember it. I still can't get it. King Ark, that man, the strength that overwhelmed himself is alive and well. But now the captain of the regiment knows you. He's the man who admits I'm the strongest. The misfortune that preceded Wolf Gunk Strider, the strongest of the new era beyond El Sid's biggest. I'm sorry, Lord Kyle.)

Ulysses looked at Kyle with regrettable eyes. The gladiator king reigns as the overwhelming strength felt at the time. Powerful, agile against appearance, and with a high sense of struggle. Still, there was no element to beat Wolf.

Kyle in distress. It disappears from my head except for what is in front of me. The daily life, the glory of the past, the work, the promises I made with my friends, the ones I couldn't keep, the ones I had kept, the weaknesses of myself that I also took away, the beloved daughter that doesn't hurt in my eyes, the friends.

The last thing left was the original defeat. Despair engraved in the sun wheel.

The monster in front of me...

"The world is weak and strong! I'm the strongest! So it's always my side to take away!

Exactly the fire itself that took everything away that day. I did get a lifetime friend for being taken that day. I ended up taking them away, too, but I would have been stronger if that monster hadn't shown up in the first place. He held his heart strong, fell with his friends to Shura, and might have been able to support him at all. I became weak because of the despair that day.

"Take it away from me, you loser!

I hated weakness. I make excuses and end up going the easy way. The result is now that the existence we wanted to protect the most is where neither of us can reach it already. And now, if I die on this occasion, I won't even be able to protect my current beloved.

"Really, it's hard for me."

Kyle grinned weakly. Clear clearance, there's no reason for the Wolf of March to miss it. A flash flashed in the hanging, Wolfe's fangs ripped the flesh. How Kyle's flesh and wolf blows are not cheap. Because it's not cheap.

"... sorry to meet you, but I don't like you. I hate it when a man like you saw the despair that day that made me weak."

It was Wolf who put the blow in. The gushing blood tide shows it. However, Wolfe did not retreat for a long time after observing the change in atmosphere. The strongest sense of smell detected a dangerous smell. The smelling, the danger, the crisis, the anger, the fury Shura was there.

"Apologize first. It's just eight hits from here. For the second time in my life, I can't help but hate races like you. So go away, out of my sight, out of my surroundings, out of my world, I don't need you guys."

The despair inflicted by the fierce sun left a great wound on a boy named Kai El Erik Grevilius. It is a fact that a boy with the qualities of a great hero who would have left his name in history on the basis of it has become weaker. Underestimate yourself and complete it in a small world alone. It would have been caused by the wound. So he came together weaker than his qualities. Because he was satisfied with it and didn't need it any more in the small world he wanted.

But not now. I need to be right in front of you. This isn't my little world in the first place. Then you don't have to wear skin anymore. 'Cause, you see, the strongest thing in front of you is poorer than yourself, isn't it just a lumpy wolf if you do? He possesses the most powerful king qualities among lions and lions.

"There's nothing I can do to make you guys a piece of hair."

Kyle put his whole body into it. The muscles were unusually buoyant, compressing the wound, which was quite deep, and trying to stop the blood from erupting. Impossible sight. There's no way a regular person can do the same thing or anything.

"If you can take what you can, take it, mightiest man."

Kyle's fighting instincts and intent to kill caught fire. Second disgust in my life. His banded wounds weakened him. But sometimes the wound evolves the monster. Best talent at the end of the day that never showed up without even stimulation.

The qualities of the great hero, instinctively feared by the fierce sun, burst.

"Ha, here we go again... not bad. I'm on the wrong side."

Wolf's instincts scream. This man says it's dangerous. This feeling has never been visited since the battle against the fierce sun. Naturally. There can't be others who fear the strongest beyond the strongest. That's what I thought. In fact, up to this point it has been.

From here, the unknown realm. Because Wolfe, who has grown exceptionally strong since that day, remembers the same feeling as that day. I mean, the monster in front of you...

"Before I settled with him, apparently, a life-threatening phase had arrived"

A monster that hits the ground with frustration and growls. The atmosphere tends not to an earlier ratio.

"Funny. I'll tell you who's strongest, Sancho!

"I won't let anyone take my stuff. Me too."

The strongest that has continued to take it collides with the best that has lived to not let it take it but has failed to protect one thing.

In the corner of the battlefield, the strongest in the world was about to be decided.