Tower of Karma

Apollonia's flames, its brilliance, are quenched by the 'White Clouds'. It is self-evident that if you can't erase it, it will be knocked down before the black lion's claw teeth.

Garnia's strongest, the supreme sword whose name was enhanced by further drilling. Medraut, which is crossing with it, was experiencing tremendous growth. A knight who has continued to support the queen after Baylin's death as the right arm of the goddess of war. polished tactics and force, both already quasi-star.

But not with each other.

Knights near Apollonia. Where Jiri was poor before the onslaught of "The Wind", the combination with "Rapid Thunder", which had joined us along the way, had become a light in front of the wind.

formations that can no longer be done, such as beyond half a million walls. A form bounced back before the main force of Garias. The recoil of the momentum created by Apollonia was sobering, and the corpses of those who had illusioned themselves with strength and power were piling up in the momentum.

"Give it up, Your Majesty. You're stopping here."

Unresponsive sword no matter how many times you punch in. The flames are absorbed by the clouds. The sword was too incompatible. Still, the paralysis that remains in Loran's hands is just the sword of the goddess of war, the weight of a blow that doesn't make a woman feel, and the flexibility characteristic of a woman combined to produce great destructiveness. If it was a single hit, I couldn't win.

But this is a battlefield, with a black lion next to me. The queen is better at wearing out.

"It's no use. There is no power to spare you the total strength of our Garias. Even if it falls out, further hell awaits."

I can't beat this number of opponents any more than Estado, who was already the main force on the number, started to retreat. If we limit ourselves to those who are willing to fight, we will have more than ten times the difference in power.

"Give up. No more, no more!

Poor knight pierced by Lütes' spear. It should be noted that the figure clouds even the face of the winning one while trying to help the queen. Those pierced by the arrows of Eurydice also seek to keep fighting as long as the limbs move. I'm gonna shoot you in the head so you don't let me get away with it. I also make you feel like you're in a void of pity.

I can't win anymore. It is the knight who fights through unless the queen gives up, even if he knows it.

It weighs...

"I just thought, you know, to the hero in the scroll..."

Breaking the Queen's heart. The devotion hurts. I've already given up on myself for a long time, but on this battlefield, I was just looking for a beautiful end, and they still know and hang out with me. They live together, they die together.

That hurts. That's the pain. I can't portray the sparkling thoughts of those days on the battlefield anymore.

It's a cold, rugged, nothing home that comes to mind. Nothing, but an island. To my hometown where I wanted to leave so much, now I'm looking for rest. Own, not. Of those who are now dead for themselves, of those who have died before, a place of rest.

Apollonia looks around. I saw the faces of the knights and haven't seen them in a long time. I look up to heaven with my heart, with the faithfulness that comes through. They already knew. Even those who did not know that place were passing it on.

The story was long over.

Sacrifice to date, stopped here by its weight. Contrary to his own thoughts, he reigned as a giant star in Laurencia. But that's over, too. This defeat took from her the appearance of a hero named a giant star.

"All armies flip! Going for Garnia all the way! I'm going home, to my country!

That's the last will of the hero Apollonia. It's not a retreat, it's an inversion. I'm not running back. I had my hometown ahead of me when I pushed on. That's all.

"Oops!

The knights float in tears. Only they know what that means.

"My lord is at my disposal. Let's go home, guys!

"Answer!

Fever returns to the knights of Arkland. The Queen's decision too late, they burn not to make it too late. To add flowers to the queen's will. There was no regret in them. Our own heroes are neither white knights nor black wolves. Because he is Apollonia of Arkland, a noble hero who inherited the blood of The Knight King and The War Maiden.

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Adan and Arsene knock down a bunch of fanatics. The lead is difficult to even resist if it becomes the Golden Knights supposedly the most highly skilled in Garias to the twin knights with all the crooks. Garias took over lightly the place that was the headquarters of 'Justice'.

"I'll protect Ernst's whereabouts!

Thousand-killer Caroline. To confront...

"That Ernst is not coming back here."

"That man can't abandon me! I'm that guy's right arm!

"... I don't like my stomach. It hurts my heart to slash and throw away."

At least don't suffer. A single break. A blow from "Cow Iron" ripped Caroline out of her head all at once. The executioner himself, rumored to have slaughtered a thousand sinners in a blow that didn't even make it to the end of the demon, was also cut off and desperate.

"Hindo - it's him. Men and women hang out, and I just run away. Their love is a one-way street. It doesn't hurt because it's not ringing. I can throw it away lightly because it doesn't hurt. The Rickhard one was an idiot, too. The champion of the sea, whose obsession with land could not be abandoned and who had no choice but to draw even the fierce sea, that last one. Bye. Obsessed, used and poignant. You'll laugh through pity."

Adan had a bitter grin.

"There's not much left to choose from. Fewer good lords. We were blessed. My predecessors loved us deeper than we loved them, and loved our country. It was a blessing, really."

Arsene was also mourning this tragedy. Even though it was created by itself, there is too little salvation in this. If you had at least been martyred by two-way love, there would have been salvation.

"That's disrespectful, Arsene. Doesn't it feel like our time doesn't love us?"

"disrespect. But not as deep and wide as previous generations"

"Hey Arsene. Are you willing to cheat on His Majesty's decision?

Adan laughs slightly and delightfully, turning from a bitter grin.

"I have no complaints about the decision itself. It would be interesting if you were a previous generation, you would have agreed in no time. What I'm trying to say is attitude when making decisions, and that's where we're going."

"... I don't know what you're trying to say. In the end, you want a princess, that's what you want to say."

"Yeah, the scale is different even with the same personal desire. Besides, I didn't find the benefits of being a state on my own, but the form I was given. That would be too degrading as a king."

King Eduardo would have liked that.

"A misguided statement for Lord Adan. With a year or two remaining, such as the reign of the king, the next generation decided in this case as well. If the farce for it is here and now..."

"That's the cruel part. I hate that guy, but if you look at my predecessors obsession, you don't like it. The real heir is him. Bear the times and lead to the next generation. William the Innovation King."

"Really unpleasant"

"" As well ""

The fierce men of Garias laughed bitterly at each other. The main formation of 'Justice' crushed. Ernst has a well escaped form, but he'll have a chance to end it sooner or later. It will also be difficult to assemble a snail like this one when the age of war is over. There are so many concerns, there is no impact on the masses.

They are not so obsessed with this battle that they stick their necks that far. Not enthusiastic.

I even expected an obsession with Arcadia, hatred for William, if that rolled in somehow, etc. Though it is a thin and grumpy story.

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"Captain! My ass is starting to get stuck! It's a trick, isn't it? Let's do this!

"Are you serious?!? Look at the formation, Mekla or Boku."

"So you're going to back off? Temeer is the one who looks at his ass. Where's the escape!?

Wolfe, as an individual, I have a desire to get into it. I don't have the humbling idea of spreading glamour, etc., but I also had the dark idea that if I were to come this far and retreat, I would freak you out with just a little meat. Above all, this is an area I don't even know about. Beyond this, I can be the real 'strongest'. Whatever you think, make a feat that you don't even think possible on your own.

But there are further sacrifices to it. The bet is to push everyone behind you, ready to lose them all, and wipe them out for 90-90 minutes. Too bad for a fraction of a beating. It would be about Rudolph at the time when God was there to pull something like this.

"Retreat or hell, advance or hell, I will obey the commander's judgment. Head of the Black Mercenaries, King of Valhall, before them you are a wolf. Whatever you want. We followed on that back."

"Neither do we. I'll follow you everywhere. I'm not even going to change my saddle now."

Everyone says, "Yes, it is." A damned aerobic that chains from a word of anatole. We all know that. that this situation is completely packed.

I know it's Wolf. My own history of war, always with victory. This is the second time I have learned this feeling. For the first time, I lost both my hands and legs to a fellow burned out and forged out by the sun. The same thing happens this time. The usual, I don't know, something similar to certainty, the smell of victory doesn't even fragment it. Same as then, no, more odorless than that.

"If I leave here, I don't think I'll chase you again."

"Maybe."

Anatole hammering at words Wolfe spilled.

"If you're a Tyman, 'cause you can't lose. I'm the strongest."

"I think so, too. Everyone here thinks so"

Wolf said, "Damn it, wow!," he exclaimed in such loud volume that the heavens trembled. The chaser is so vocal. Five hundred thousand trembled in unison. Fifty thousand in front of me also pushes silence for a moment. Sirius, who devoured the Heavenly Wheel and glowed to the apex with more majesty than anyone else,

"Mine, lose."

The words were short and fell quietly.

"Wow you guys. Let's just hang out."

"Say stupid. I'm here because I like it. You're drunk enough to apologize."

"That's right! A woman! A woman! South Island, let's go! It's a reflection with a woman in her arms!

"Title, why did Wolf lose to the White Knight? Perfect for wine dishes."

"Temeer and the others, you're only really stupid."

I lost. The truth is, I knew it from the beginning. The settlement is on the first encounter. It was myself who blurred black and white. He took his position to Even with strength, even as he took his hat off to the depth of his opponent. From the beginning, the other person had gone ahead of himself.

Still, it might arrive back then. No, I was only willing to arrive. But every time we meet again and again, a good enemy who was familiar with a field he didn't know without being let go so much in a field he was good at. Every time I was surprised, in a hurry, I thought I might not be able to do it inside.

At last, today, at this moment, a poked settlement. Wolff accepted what he was postponing. Even without the element of losing as a samurai, the difference became clear as a man's guide. I knew the difference, and the black and white split bright and dark more than I could overshadow it by force.

"I couldn't take you guys to the top. I'm so sorry."

"So don't bow your head..."

"But I'm not taking you to the South Island! It's all my luxury, you idiots!

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A moment of silence. Fever begins to float in everyone's eyes, which is not damning.

"Let me get my daughters' permission before I do. Whatever - it's a vacation. So let's just go home. Not like back then. We have a place to go."

"... because you're not allowed to go down."

"You can lower them as long as they pull! So forgive me enough to bow my head there. You'll never lose your head again. Follow my back. Until I bow my head to my daughter-in-law about the house, I'm the strongest!

Wolf flips by himself.

William quietly glanced at its back. A good opponent who couldn't win until the end. I had to take the option of not fighting. That's all scared and burned. I'm sure they have the same thoughts. Even if the path is different, the sense of defeat and longing for strength held that day will not fade. As Wolfe had admitted to losing to William for something he didn't have on him, William had also admitted to losing to strength he couldn't reach on his own again.

Times just chose William. Had I been born half a century late, I'm sure my position would have been the opposite.

"Farewell, Wolf. You were strong."

"Bye, William. Temeer wins."

Wolfe drives up the hill. Break through the thin parts of the enemy whenever you can. Stand out on it. I don't want to boast about my strength. Look at yourself, look in the direction you run, and show the way to the allies you've left behind by the difference between your legs.

Come on, let's go home.

While crushing a blocking enemy...