Tower of Karma

One man left the scene at the same time as Apollonia's retreat. The bandage-wrapped young man smiled pitifully when he heard Wolfe roar. The trend in this battle was decided. Arkas had not fallen at the time Galias appeared. The battle was at that point in time.

"Ernst, don't you have to go to your place?

"Fine, because my words, they don't arrive."

"Aren't you trying to run out with that?

"Walk, I'm coming"

The young man, who lived as young as he was, rushed somewhere. What was left was a bandaged man and a blind woman standing next to him. And the magnificent redhead was quietly watching the battlefield.

Are you sure you don't want to go?

"You don't have to force me to speak in Lucitanian. There are no more countries that use that word."

"Well, no. So, what do you see and think?

"... beast of hate. I can't be. I think of weakness."

"Haha, that's not strength. Because you're weak, you're mad."

"Madness hides all sorts of things. I want to look away, including the truth."

"Still, I should have been like him. As one father."

The magnificent man closed his eyes quietly. Because things to see have now been lost.

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Lucitanian swordsmen. Many generals were cut off before that peculiar move. Approximately the army of 'justice' that began to retreat. They wave the blade of hatred. For discussing all the culprits, William Lewis. They had been planted with distorted facts by Ernst. He switched the conversation and set William on the spear of hatred.

Brad Ray Feelin, a man who is a leader. He is the leader who binds Lucitanian warriors to be the father of Bridget Ray Feelin, who was murdered by William. A sword of connection that Ernst happened to see as he dived into William's mansion. Various rumors I heard when I destroyed that memory and other countries. I consolidated them and glittered the answers I could see and dropped Brad. The hatred given dominates them.

"... ahhh, gu, gu wo"

Many Osvalt's swords stood against Brad's body. The Osvalt swordsmen pierce the piercing. Some sacrifices and observations made him see out of his peculiar moves. No, I have a few words to say I cut it out. Knight falling at Brad's feet. Slashed and abandoned, they stuck to their feet, clumped to their arms, and stopped moving.

If I hadn't done that, I wouldn't have stopped Brad knowing his moves.

"Arcadia, Arcadia! I'll do it with curse, I'll do it with curse!

Brad can roar with an awesome appearance without worrying about spills of organs while spreading blood reflexes. The madness that dwelt in its eyes even terrorized those who were piercing it.

"Yuru, Bridget, my weak father, yuru, yuru"

Collapsing Brad. Lucitania's most powerful swordsman, finally defeated with many sacrifices. Osvalt's pride won the form.

"Looks like you got hit pretty good. What about your boss?

Hilda the Hickoko and the Ship Arm that showed up. It is stained all over the body with blood, but it is all returned blood. The storm sword was still alive.

"If you're Gilberto, I'd rather stay away from you now."

"Why?

"That man now has no enemy allies. Sword, because it is."

……

Hilda tilting her neck.

A little further away, there was a sight not even close to Osvalt's swordsmen, his men and disciples. Mountains of the torso, hundreds and hundreds of them. How much fierce a battle could have been fought? At the center of multiple stacks of bodies...

…………

Bloody Gilberto was standing alone. There is no color of emotion in those eyes that look up at the void. I slashed it, slashed it, slashed it all. He shredded off various things and continued to slash them with the last remaining pure and innocent sword.

Thus born the mountain of the torso, its horizon. There was a place of death there where no one would come near.

Just one if you notice. Gilberto reaches quietly. To the sky that spreads to heaven. the real place you asked for yourself. Never again, grasp the real thoughts that you can't grasp in that hand.

"Taylor, I..."

Gilberto shed a glimmer of tears.

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The 'Justice' faction completely collapsed when both Wolf and Apollonia decided to withdraw. And then the battle for sweep, who eats the lost giant stars, and the battle for martial arts began. Especially the younger and brighter he anticipated the harshness that would grow in martial arts ahead of him, and he decided that now was the time to make money.

That's why the pursuit was extremely harsh. A fallen giant star is a good way to raise his name, and the more confident he is in his arms, the more he turns to them. They are strong even when the magic of a giant star is solved. But they are also human, and the depletion does not quickly recover.

"Ah! Uze! I'm keeping my family waiting at home. Get out of my way!

Especially the drain on Wolf, who has been pulling the lead the whole time. Still, Wolfe must remain in the lead. That's what he should do as head of the flock, as king.

"Don't flatter me!

That's the same thing as Apollonia. No matter how fatigued or wounded they may be, they are the Kings of the Battlefield. A king is one who guides a flock, so to speak, a king of the battlefield, who, at least in this age, still fights harder than anyone else in front of him.

Both the Black Wolf King and the Goddess of War are human beings. Yet they are kings, and they shall not be corrupted unto men. You must not be just a man, at least as long as you are king.

"That's a giant star. Do you still shine when you fall?"

But enemies aren't always just people either.

Monsters at the top of the hundred generals shining brightly at the superpower Garias. The king's left and right are originally, from fifty to the top are all real monsters. Elites chosen from an overwhelming population. That blade can't even be light. Left and right of the brightest king of them, swords, spears...

"Go, Gustav"

"Answer!

"Become!?

Wolff led the herd, and "Spears of War" pierced its belly.

"I was just flirting at someone else's house. I'm not leaving today."

The king's left, right, and sword, whose fangs devour completely, were chasing the knight of Arkland. Running away from them is a difficult undertaking. It would be a miracle to escape this land full of enemies in all directions.

"You did it. Hey. I'm not dealing with you, Gola."

"Come on, it'll be good. I'll make way for you."

Stop your legs and even just a fine path will crush you. Even if I know, I can't ignore it. They are too strong. Maybe I can get away with it if I'm the only one. But it doesn't make sense to just go home. It is the king who brings us all home. The last of the losing kings. Try to get it done.

Even if it's impossible...

"Don't stop, Wolff! Straight ahead!"

"Do your duty to the King! Your sister dies after all the knights have died!

Nothing paves the way for the king but his own hands.

"I'll stop. Proceed without looking back. I'm dying on my way to find my wife."

Anatole, deputy head of the black mercenary regiment.

"I will save you. So save everyone. [M] I'm sure you have a role to play because you're a losing sister. It is a land of nothing that separates the sea, which is why it has a role to play. I won't allow myself to be like the Knight King. Me and my sister, we did what we wanted. The rest, let's martyr ourselves in the role."

Medraut, Knights of the Kingdom of Arkland.

Two right-handed men stand before the king's handicap. Those eyes both burned the lamp of life in a mess, and their faces had a rinse and a vivid grin.

Two excellent deputy generals without strangers in Laurencia stand before Garias. There is no will to retreat in its appearance of being stuck more and more.

"" Conquer!

The two generals were thrown away at the same time indefinitely. Except they're not just throwing stones away. A decisive throwaway stone betting on all the weights I've been building up.

Badly, it's life-threatening. I was releasing such pressure.

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All settled. Winning or losing is a decision, and for those who have already won, it feels like they are handling it after the war. In fact, the giant star had fallen and Ernst, the mastermind, had disappeared. The main Estado left the battlefield earlier than anyone else.

No one will arrive. William Lewis won.

"Don't be nosy."

"It's the Lord's concession.... It's not over yet, William!

That's what I thought. I thought even William was done.

That loosening...

"Catchy, do you sign up! The captain's revenge!

"He's not dead. Garm, we're not even close."

"Heh heh, seriously."

The heavenly lion pokes. No one has noticed yet. The brilliance of a giant star, the impact of the fall, was erasing their movement, their smell. The Heavenly Lion left the battlefield at the same time as William appeared. Rounding around the great outside of the battlefield, he protrudes his fangs into the throats of a few elite, white knights, sending a route that avoids half a million, or even fifty thousand that flinches behind it on the contrary.

"... oh, this is unexpected"

The realm of lions already by the time William realized it.

Stunning and wary, the lion is not dead yet.

"You were helpless that day, not like me, White Knight!

Lion roar. The lion grew. The growth, the insult.

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Ernst was desperate to escape. A huge shadow looming behind. A monster with an absolute aura, like a beloved strakless. Before I escaped, I just watched Ernst, and he was supposed to have disappeared successfully. Only this man would never take my gaze off me.

"Your Majesty, the will of Lady Strakles, we connect"

"Your Majesty, please, Lester. I entrust you with the future of Ostberg!

Warriors who are the belly of Strakles. Unlike other elephants, losing them broke Ernst's heart enough. Those who were born and raised in the same Ostberg, each other, men of the great Strakles, were important beings.

"Let me show you! The will of Ostberg!

"We are proud, take it, and behold!

He was an excellent knight. Top-notch them as warriors. A strong man who can't scratch them one if he's a concurrent opponent. But they, the valiant warriors of war, mow weeds as if their torso were dancing in the universe. A sight like a joke, Ernst's face distorted.

"I'm sorry. I owe you an apology."

The man borrowed the broken warrior's spear and threw it away. Looks like a light throw. It skewers a horse riding right behind Ernst by drawing an unusual track. The falling horse, Ernst, was also forced to fall again.

"Ugh, have you finally stopped your leg? That's all for now. You're going to die, king."

The giant monster also stepped down the horse again and stood before Ernst.

"That's disrespectful, who do you think I am!?

"Former King of Ostberg, isn't he? I mean, it's nothing, you are now."

A man born as a royalty and raised as a slave, Kyle gently stands.

Ernst even warped his face when he saw it.