Tower of Karma

Pressure as if there was a Red Lotus Queen there. Is it something beautiful, albeit the glow of life that people burn at the end? Lancelot's streamlined swords, Boltose's fledgling swords, Lütes' winds, Eurydice's thunderbolts, and the way he stood and stood before them were heroic's.

Regardless of the struggle of the remaining men, there is still no way to antagonize the monsters in front of them by combining the difference in power that should be, the quality and quantity that outweigh the quality. But reality is antagonistic. The life-burning Medraut, its subordinate knights.

For the first time in that battle beyond its limits, awe springs up while enemies. It is to that sight that burns on a small scale that the warrior moves his mind more than the big picture of the result.

The flame stopped a small number of feet.

"It's a brilliant sword. Remembering Your Father, The King's Sword"

"The sword of a knight. That man could not be king. Just like your sister."

"You speak ill of your own king."

"Really? I prefer knights to kings. Not many people like that."

Lancelot's sword captures Medraut. But I can't shake it. Does not collapse. Removes the sword of pursuit and regains its posture. Its indomitable spirit is the chivalry spirit itself.

"Sir Medraut! Sorry. First, we are going to the warrior's hall!

"It's often a goodbye!

Knights falling down one after the other.

If you thought calmly, they're not the number that already has an impact on the big picture. We should go after Apollonia, which is Honmaru, even if we tolerate some hand injuries. In fact, a few hundred generals can also be seen to do so. But many stop on the spot and scorch their chests in the old days.

"Oh, wait"

Medraut makes a rare growl. The last flame, I was shaking my blonde hair, burning my life.

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I liked the beautiful flames. A red flame more beautiful than anyone else and more noble than anyone else. The 'War Maiden' was first seen by the Knight King, loved by the Knights of the Lake and the Knights of the Sun, and glowed in the heart of everyone. The man was also one of the knights hastened by it. Some days I challenged the Knight King to take it away.

After several victories and repeated defeats, he went down to the Knight King and chose a position where he could at least fight nearby. The glory of fighting together even if you can't grasp it in your hands. I was sure of the victory even when I crossed the continent. Confident in his own power, too, and surpasses it, the Knight King, the War Maiden, the strongest knights that surround them.

The day I met the fierce day and knew the thickness of Campeador and broke my heart.

The regret of running away that day. War maidens scattered, the knight king disappeared, and peace came to Garnia. The fleeing self survives in peace, breaking his heart in the days of rotting.

When I met her, the man saw her as a war maiden. Try the continent again. Even with such stupidity, I craved the Red Lotus maiden. The manifestation of a shining hero, he knew it was a fantasy. Lost, both physically and mentally decayed, and now I take him back alive. It was also a pleasure to fall together as a runaway loser, with such a dark desire.

I don't know.

Fallen day was faster than I thought. And those who gave it were not in the man's imagination either. The hearts of heroes sway at young white knights, black wolves and them stretching at unusual speeds. When he unofficially lost to the White Knight, the shining hero had already fallen.

That should have been the sight I wanted. All you have to do is wait for the time to escape. But the idea was backwards. The man's thoughts degenerated, and the queen also stopped on the continent without retreating, no matter how hurtful. Even that day, when she lost many before the hero king, a fallen hero to the earth, the queen did not retreat and ceased.

Seeing the muddy vid, the man had such rare thoughts that he was about to get out.

A noble hero who should have been greedy. The desire disappeared, and all that remained was...

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The rest are Medraut and a few knights. Almost intact Garias in front of his eyes. The trend of the battle has been decided. Though standing on the spot only with spiritual strength, the knights have already been created full of countless wounds and fatigue.

Lancelo, Boltos, Lütes, Eurydice showed a one-sided attack on their minds. Finally, the sway I showed you. No longer, holding the sword would be the limit. Once you stop, your body shouldn't move. It is impossible for a constant person to move a stopped mind.

Still moving, they were knights beyond men without exception. But resistance to the extent that Garias' power is blown out in front. The equilibrium completely collapsed.

The moment our surroundings are convinced of victory...

"Sorry, this is a war too"

A sword extending from the belly of a boltose. I stabbed him.

"... Sir Votigan?

Votigan, a man who was one of the knight kings surrounding Apollonia.

"Boltose!?

A slender and plucked sword. The blood that gushes from its place is held in by its own rigidity, and it is not swayed by the bolts on which it is applied. When he saw it, Votigan had a humble grin.

"That's the Black Lion, can you shake it?"

"You're here to give me water, loser. You can't burn my heart."

"You don't know until you try. Do you want to try it?

A humble expression disappears from Votigan's face.

"One hit, Garias! Let's have a good old fight! Me and Boltos, if I win, Lancelo or Rutes, anyone. I won't lose. Come on, don't run away, superpower, Arkland is the Knight Commander, this Votigan lady is going after you!

Obvious time buying. I'm not even willing to hide that. But at the same time, he beat the warrior's contradiction between pride and reason to this occasion. There is no way a warrior can retreat here. For example, even if it was a figured out trap.

"It would be good. I'll put Keri on in a flash."

Boltose took it without one or two.

"It's better not to insult you. He was one of the last kings in Garnia to compete with the Knight King."

Lancelo remembers the knight of the day in Votigan's eyes. The days when he lined up with the Knight King and fought and revealed himself. The most struggling opponent of all is the man in front of you.

"I know." The Great Knight "Votigan. A Garnian male who tormented King Ark of Knights for two generations. It's an old name now, but apparently it's not rusty."

Boltose is not an insult. The enemy in front of him received this duel after he had fully appreciated his power. Of course.

"Aren't you a horse deer!? Whatever you think, Shallow Wisdom, where's the reason you're riding?

Receive the backlash of Lütes and others. Buy visible time, miss the Medraut thing as a battle flow, this is a clear act of procrastination. Receiving is nothing of an act of enmity.

"Ho ho, you don't seem proud of Garias' warriors. Whatever you want. I wish for a duel with a warrior who turns his back on a loser like me."

"Whoa, I'll do it! I'll kill you in three seconds, old man."

Lütes rode shallow wisdom too easily.

"No. The duel I got, if you're gonna do it, do it next to me."

Boltose does not give way to hard work. Man with a hand wound, certainly no matter how you look at it. Actors are different in Boltose and Votigan. But in this situation, just in case...

"My next thing... stupid thing"

Boltose's power increases. In response, Votigan also raised the pressure again. There was someone here who was hiding his nails again. Turning in a different direction from everyone else, he turned away from the foolish self he had dreamed of that day and continued to flee, but the bottom line he never showed.

"Why is he still here?"

The humble colors were gone from Votigan's eyes. It was one knight who connected the hearts that should have been torn apart that day that showed up with it. One knight stands as a food for the scorching glow, the glory he dreamed of with his warrior friends, even the shattered fantasies.

"Take the young man there and leave. Get in the way of my duel."

"Even if a weaker lord remains than I am..."

"After all, you and Sir never once decided on a female male. Totally, he said he had a bad eye for his father. I don't even think of the size or sequence of the country as farting eyes. I really don't care. I will surely defeat you in a duel. So sit down, sir, the chair I vacate all the time."

Medraut opened his eyes wide.

"I won't tell you twice. Hey, youngsters, get out of the way. My knight, my country is in charge of this battlefield. Just go. Weak little countries align their geese necks and get top notch, and throw up backwards."

The Votigan knights unfolded to protect them. They don't look at themselves in any way. I don't send a gracious gaze. Instead, he even found joy in being able to fight the Lord, who regained his' knight 'once again.

(I'm really angry... my eyes are on that guy, my face... this doesn't even motivate me)

Votigan took the staging of the spike. Boltose also responds and sets up a great sword.

"Old battle, still not bad"

"It'll be as good as the end. I'm not that motivated anyway. I'll add flowers to the boring war without romance shards. A comedy where a stupid man stands around with a knight's eye would be more interesting."

"Knight's Attraction, huh? Eyes don't say that, Ser Vortigan."

Two warriors overlap their swords with a growl. Experience overlapping Boltose with Arc and others to beat them in local power stops. Strong, noble, you should be able to scratch your feet ugly for crawling on the ground more than you did that day.

It was still desire that slept under desire. Protect the Queen, who, like herself, is a scratcher. Protective greed is the driving force behind Votigan. That was exactly what the name of the 'Great Knight' deserved.

Multiple overlapping, spark-scattering swords. That was unbeatable brilliance on the sword of Medraut that I showed you earlier. A long, long ride. Many were blinded by the good old battle. Even if you know it's stupid, its clumsy vid is that chivalry burns their breasts.

At the same time that Boltose's blow decided to win or lose, the Black Lion lost consciousness due to an earlier abdominal wound, blood loss from it. It was a mortally wounded votigan, but still try to block Garias in front and keep hitting him.

The two formations are Lancelo. The battle between the knights, who exchanged blades several times, quickly followed Keri. "The Great Knight" Votigan was out of business before we met at first sight.

I learned admiration for that death, regardless of the enemy's side.

"The king is dead, shall we stand still?"

"Our king lives. Let the king live, but the way of the knight. We'll only go through chivalry with Votigan again."

And the fierce battle that begins. Not even one of them was obsessed with raw, and Garias had eaten a considerable stoop at them burning his life. By the time you try to cut them all down and chase the queen, its back is far away. Distance that even Medraut can't chase.

"Brilliant."

Lütes sent them praise for his short words.

Distracted here, noble loser.

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Apollonia on the run. Before that stood the Knight King Ark.

"Run, Apollonia. Run and flee, and be king of the losers in the final land. Do not turn away from the souls of the knights scattered today. Don't run away, like me."

Apollonia got a crying look. A heart that was about to break loose in reunion with my father. So this is the word. Tell yourself to still carry it. Even after you run away, tell him to carry it. Too cruel a word. Still, Apollonia wipes hard what floats at the sight.

"Live. That is the Heavenly Fate of Apollonia of Arkland"

An instant encounter. Mistakes in the escape. Apollonia moved forward with no eyes on her father. I pull away my father, who stops, and I run my horse as it is. Straight ahead.

"Today was your destiny. O comrade of war, knight's devotion, thank you"

Ark meditated his eyes quietly. He carried and cursed himself, and it took the throne from him. Knowing his own heavenly destiny, he therefore lives. Seeking a place to die one day.

Again, the kingdom of the knight flees. from this continent. But it makes sense. As a place for those who are tired of fighting to return, Garnia changes their presence.

It's fate, too.