Tower of Karma

Ulysses honestly praised the death fight against Gilberto, just as strong. It was a long time ago that it was a single-hit dedicated aircraft. He ran around the battlefield with Carl and was also completed as a warrior after his loss. The best swordsmen and the best warriors go hand in hand. The man who embodies it is the second-generation sword Saint Gilberto von Osvalt.

"Thank God you still keep me a challenger!

"The end of that challenge... is death"

In the midst of it, I suddenly felt the running of a fighting spirit that suppressed the battlefield. Neither of us would go wrong with that, but it is true that we were still surprised. One is simply stunned, the other knows, but therefore surprised.

(Come out, boy, looks like you've got your arms up again)

I saw it many times on the battlefield. Every time I kept knocking him down. But he didn't die. On the last line he survives and comes up with another challenge. Each time I was strong, the tougher I got hit, the closer I got to my place at once.

It's still far away, but if the other two challengers are with us, we need to be vigilant ourselves. The overwhelming synergy that Anatole and Jacqueline showed when they put together. Because they have the same kind of power.

"Know who this pressure is?

"I'm on your side. Probably."

Ulysses loses to himself more than anyone else and still remembers the face of the boy who has risen. What's missing from me now is that muddy smell. For the first time in a long time, I'm not happy with this. Here comes the opportunity to challenge. This is an opportunity and an opportunity.

The lion moves.

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"Deputy Commander Anatole... you raised him, didn't you?

Wolfe stares slightly at Anatol.

"... because you had good muscles. Yesterday's enemy is today's friend, yesterday's friend is today's enemy, that would be the mercenary. We're mercenaries. So I'm not bad."

"Ha ha, sure. No, seriously, it's not bad. Don't you think all three of them would be pretty good for me? No, I'll kill you as soon as I get serious. Sounds good. Good job, Anatole. I'll play with you when I grow up. Ha-ha-ha!

Wolfe narrowed his eyes when he saw Gregor and Sürvia's military technique firmly cementing the center.

"You can't do it by the end of the day. Both right and left, momentum was suddenly cut off by the guys who showed up, and the center wasn't enough to push it. Apollonia doesn't know what to do."

"Out of the way, huh?

"Today."

Wolfe decided it was not time to attack now. Walk down the battlefield in one step.

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"Elvira... that's Nedeluxe, isn't it?

There is no light in Ernst's eyes to ask. Behind smiling, he was clearly reinforcing his suspicions about Elvira. Now, Elvira, the second generation El Sid sees where the wind blows, the group that suddenly appeared while recirculating, such as its gaze.

"Well, I don't know if that's what you're just showing me, or if it's the real Nedeluxe Army again, from here on out."

"It's a cliché. You said you'd be fine because you're taking hostages, right?

"Maybe the puppet king didn't act as a hostage. Either way, it won't be that big of a deal."

"That's right, but that doesn't mean Estado's being licked? As the leader of the state, can we tolerate it?

"If they turn out to be Nedeluxe, and that's what the state will say, let me take the appropriate response." After the war, "though."

Both staring at each other.

(You're still hiding something, you bitch fox)

(... Are there only idiots in Nederks? Whatever you do, it's something I want you to do a little better. The king said it would cut quite well)

Without putting his inner heart on the table, Elvira was staring at the battlefield overheating.

"The man..."

For a moment, at the end of the shaky gaze, unusual signs loom for the queen.

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"Apollonia!"

It was Gregor who cemented the center that stopped Apollonia, which had protruded. Gaps arise in the shaking even when the fires are strong. Because of the momentum, a good hand is something to float if you have calmly identified it. The trick here is to sharpen the momentum of the most powerful beings.

"Dead or not!

"Stop it even if you die!

Even if he dies, if we stop here, we'll redo it. The defeat temporarily swings back and slows down. Then this would be the place to risk your life.

"Hey, that's an interesting fight. Mix it."

Shrubia hit Apollonia to see if it came to the same idea. Regardless, the Queen is not piercing by herself either. Knights like Medraut and Votigan consolidate their sides. Though only Tristram had definitely shredded his soldiers away from the riots.

The two armies tease each other. A flash of blank-- right there.

"Your Majesty! Run away."

Bum, the monster suddenly appeared with the sound of a thousand cuts of meat.

"Mm!?

Even the monster himself suddenly encounters surprises.

"Huh!?

On the battlefield, Kyle, the gladiator king, and Apollonia, the goddess of war, met.

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Apollonia understood in an instant that the man in front of her was her 'enemy'. The opposing Kyle is still pompous. Earlier, he seemed so fluent that he didn't hesitate to think of himself as the man who truncated the knight. The other knights, the Arcadia soldiers, were unable to move into unexpected events.

"... surprised. There's a girl in the middle of the battlefield."

Medraut and the other knights beckoned at Kyle's remarks and immediately saw the Lord. If that face is red and stained with anger, I'm still glad.

"You say that, too"

There is no expression on that face. The blue and white mask is sticking. I have pale flames all over me. It looks hard but it's definitely burning. The blue, the flames of hatred and anger.

"Sire!

I can't get the Medraut scream.

Apollonia waved the sword silently toward Kyle, who suddenly appeared. The blow is so sharp, intense and terribly fast that Gregor and Shrubia, who were witnessing it, go to Kyle's throat.

A lead similar to an unintentional strike. This is a battlefield, though, and it's worse to get distracted for a moment.

Apollonia showed only ten percent against his hero king, and he showed off his limit point. I haven't let myself out as a once since that day. Bottom. I didn't show you...

"Ugh!? You're strong. I've never seen such a strong woman before."

Because I didn't want to see these moments. Apollonia's maximum power, this man dodged with a single piece of critical paper. I wasn't worried, I hit my own max power where I was alarmed. I tried to avoid it, albeit painfully.

The difference is so hard to fill.

"I'm on edge with a woman I care about, but this is the first time I've thought you were strong with force"

Woohoo, really, this man flatly touches the queen's inverse scales. I have no intention. That's why it's hard to forgive. Yet I have no power to blame myself.

"Still you can't beat me. Honestly, I don't want to kill a woman. Will you step back?

He shows me his bottom and encourages me to retreat instead of being frightened. With kindness from the bottom of my heart. That means you didn't recognize yourself as an enemy when you saw the blow you just made. I miss it because I don't want to slash it, that it was recognized to that extent.

"You! Be disrespectful toward Your Majesty!

A knight furious against the Lord's disrespect rushes towards Kyle.

Without looking at it, Kyle broke off the knight. Be as miserable as you can, in such a way that you show off your force and cut off your opponent's will. This was a warning to Kyle. There is no reason to beat Apollonia, which is a 'woman', if it is the same horizon, with ten percent shown off.

"Retreat. Mothers, wives, daughters, for me, women are something to protect. I guess I'm more prepared to die than I am on this occasion, but that would be a waste. I'm still young, and I'm about to have a baby. Women are treasures. We shouldn't be wasting our lives here."

This is Kyle's logic. It is a man's logic. As someone who knows Apollonia's mood, this was too cruel a word. Kyle's words will determine Apollonia's breasts.

"Hey, it's time to shut up, you rascal!

Medraut pulled out his sword. My brother knew best the despair my sister would have. My heart is a hero, my body is a maiden, I know her suffering from that gap every night. That's why the sword couldn't be stopped.

"Sounds like you can do quite a bit. All right, let's just say it takes a little temper. Call them all!

Medraut bites his teeth. No man sees only his own sword. See all the knights behind it, fight and show them. Not even out of breath coming from the edge of the battlefield, inexhaustible health and agility that easily deflects the full power of the battle maiden, adding as much strength as it seems.

Medraut turns his gaze behind him. This many, there are no losing elements. The elements scream that there shouldn't be, but the mind can't win.

"We're leaving."

Apollonia giving orders with a trembling voice. Medraut cannot look directly at the look on his face. The reality that I've been running away from all of a sudden hit me. Here is your limit, and what do you think of the noble maiden who was shown it?

"Mm, are you leaving? Then go after him. There are as many other opponents to fight."

Kyle didn't dare to go after them. There was already a battle in him.

Apollonia persisted silently in the retreat of humiliation, in the settlement it had reached without fighting.

Kyle also runs his horse for the next fight.

The remaining Arcadia faction suddenly loses itself. It feels like I'm stuck in a fox. The only thing that distorts your face in it is...

"I know just a little bit about Apollonia"

"... right"

"I can't forgive the man for his vomiting words. And I'm sorry I can't argue with that."

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Shrubia had also found herself at the bottom of a long battlefield life. I don't want to admit that. Stretched strength no matter how far back I stretch, that gap goes all the way around. That's the same thing as Gregor, but they have one excuse. They have worked harder than anyone to deny that excuse. I put in my strength to make excuses unbeatable.

That is why, on the last line, that excuse became a great wall closer to the apex.

Being a woman, female male and distinctive, but in terms of physical ability, a man has a better advantage in the functioning of the organism. It is that there is no choice in the structure of the body. There are plenty of points where women win. But there was a born difference that only this part directly linked to physical ability, force, could do.

Apollonia has the qualities of the apex in parts other than that difference. That is why the despair is greater, and the thin difference appears thicker than anything else. She can't be on top of it as a warrior. The moment I was born, it was decided.

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"- A single hit is an excellent system. Let the herd representatives fight and decide the herd wins or loses. There is no better system when it comes to taking away something with the least sacrifice and efficiency"

William was interested in Strachez in a giant carriage.

"But there are flaws there. No, it's not a flaw in efficiency. It's emotional. Let's say there was a strong herd there, a large herd. When competing with a small weak herd, it would be unconvincing to let delegates compete with each other. Try having a mutant strong man in your little flock, the flock is strong but you can't win the fight. Well, smaller herds are mightier than there are rules, but big can they be convinced of that?"

William looks interesting to watch the pawn move. Response is quick.

"I can't. Thus the war in the primitive, most efficient and least expensive one hit of human resources was obsolete. However, simply competing for numbers hinders production activities sooner or later. War is only a takeover of something, not a productive activity. The herd perishes even if it continues to consume all the time. That's why people made the rules. Sometimes it's convenient. To take away from each other to such an extent that it does not interfere with production activities. There is thus confusion. That's also, I guess, just as I thought on the side where I laid the rules. The rules are meant to prevent overdoing."

The pawn stopped moving. The other side says something. So he looks at William's face.

"Don't stare at me like that. That's not what you're saying and doing, is it? You're right. I'm overdoing it. I broke the rules and let others break the rules. That very thing unlocked the battlefield of slavery, the barbarity that affected the world the most of the rule breaks I ever made."

A pawn was shot in to slap him on the plate. William laughs bitterly when he sees it.

"The lifting of the ban on slavery forces the world to consume intolerably. Sooner or later, the limits come. Do you know how many people died in the battle between Estaard and Nedeluxe?" They "was understood in the first battle. You can't fight under these rules."

William's masterful pawnshop. Look at that. The opponent distorts his face.

"The world will know in this war. Clashes between forces, their senselessness. There are things that war generates. But I also gave it up for now. No more turmoil than the stagnation of productive activities. The head of the herd should be reluctant to waste his consumption. The era of war by force ends. From now on, this is the time to go to war."

William played one gold coin.

"War in currency. This does not directly consume people. You'll die indirectly, but that's more than just being competitive."

The center of the panel, where the gold coin fell, was blank.

"You look dissatisfied? Surely the war in this guy leads directly to national power. A one-shot reversal is hard to come by. But that also changes depending on the rules. Now it's our side that makes the rules. A new era, what is the best way to usher in it -"

William laughed. Give me your hand with a full smile.

"Let's think together. And shall we make the times? Lydiane de Ulterior"

It was Lydiane, the brainchild of Garias, who held that hand bitterly.