Tower of Karma

- What the hell, those guys?

The vortex of battle, where swords and spears disturbed each other as Ivan and the others stood stunned, was following a path of overheating. Everyone knows Lester is a monster. Every time he rolled down, he became more monstrous, and every time he did, he also gained strength. Now it will be counted with both hands, such as those that can be crossed.

Laurencia's strongest corner.

I know Lester is strong. So who are these guys who are crossing over to say they are two people? An anonymous young Army commander, also anonymous, with no title whatsoever, is able to fight the most powerful class in the world.

Ivan and I are the top pride of the generation in Nederks. My men, too, have come mostly to El Touré on behalf of the country. I have the strength. I just don't have enough experience. Even alongside Ostberg heavy-duty infantry, as long as you have experience, there is no faint color, no, it should exceed.

However, even at this level, it will not be possible to eat down. I don't even want to crack it and go in. I don't think I can be useful in that setting, and if I do poorly, I can be used by my enemies to the detriment of my allies. That's why I can't move. Both sides.

If it was a little wider, we could have had a mass battle, but in this terrain, the power of the group is exerted and hard. A place where the protruding power of war shines brighter. I can't get up on that stage except for those who can shine as well.

Lester's unusual, alien spear. It's hard to tell where it came from, and there's no legality to the movement. Eartips emerge in impossible orbits from impossible directions. Combining unusual force and speed. The inexhaustible strength, the extraneous physical ability, the heterogeneous but superb spear technique, all stand out.

In contrast, the two of them were fighting to make up for the missing parts. If there is a gap, fill it, and if it is not cut off, take it with one hand. Instead of putting in, make up and keep fighting.

Skoll's sword is an exceptional physical ability and intelligent foresight, a sword technique without gaps that is true to the basics.

Orpheus' spear symbolizes the tip with a paranormal sensation, a self-styled yet useless spear move.

Both ways were different, I was reading somewhat ahead.

So - this is it.

(Bites, doesn't fit!

Skol bites his teeth. Orpheus, chosen as the other party, was well beyond imagination. Without him, I would be dead more than ten times at the moment. Perceptual range, speed that goes far through the foresight of your talented stop. The enemy naturally sees himself well, including himself. It was ideal to be a partner.

It's just that Lester's strength was beyond his assumptions.

(Disharmonious! This collaboration is exhausting. You're disturbed)

Orphe wrinkled between his eyebrows. The other party, Skoll, was quite good. A sword technique that is true to the basics is often lacking in fun, but inverted and has a good tone due to his own exceptional physical abilities. He had been driven to save his predicament many times, and there was no mistake in the impression that he was a high standard samurai with an excellent sense of balance.

The problem is that Lester says he's too strong.

It is an attack that appears to be engaging by the side, but from the people who are doing it, it is not as if they think it is. Little move has been made to win. All the moves to keep the steep ravine from losing. It's amazing what you can do.

Every blow of Lester comes through the steeple. A wedge to a place where collaboration is disrupted, not a direct life-saving blow if you think, or a level where you say you're used to fighting.

"I see, is this the top level in the world"

A poke that chooses Skoll's cheek. This also happened because Orpheus had been able to squeeze the blow ahead by striking a blow in the lower body beforehand. Without that hand, they would have shot through the skull. There are many cases to the contrary.

Many times there was a predicament that only the higher-level could understand. That's what goes on, endless tension like crookedness. In a world where every breath, every blink can be fatal...

Skole and Orpheus were - unknowingly grinning.

Lester reacted perfectly. A little, you two are moving better. The atmosphere increases. The concentration had increased and the accuracy of the movement as a whole had increased.

Now they are also growing at this moment. In the dead line.

Cress sees in it something incredible. Because that fallen eagle, Lester von Falke, the monster who laid down negative emotions and despair, just a little, seemed to smile. I thought I'd forgotten about the laughter.

Battle to heat. The vortex was showing further heights.

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"... mmm"

"Dear Xena, what is it? If you're going up there, this is it."

"Yeah, I think you're right. But, Xenatically, this way!

Xena runs out with a fierce grin.

"Dear Xena, be prepared!

Former Estaard warriors arrived before that Xena. A sudden encounter in which my men reacted in time. Although it was also a problem that Xena suddenly changed direction.

"Estavan to Amad! Long time no see! But now I don't know if I have time to play"

A grin disappeared from Xena's face. Leaning forward as if sinking his gigantic body into the earth, he unleashes the power he has accumulated at once. Running through at an explosive speed, he double-penetrated at an unstoppable speed in his eyes as he passed through, shooting through the heart's heart. Too forceful, but divine.

"Brilliant."

Xena goes further without looking at the warriors she knows who fall and fall. Just push it through with a spear if you want to inhibit it. My sense of smell said.

That fight, if you miss it, you'll regret it for the rest of your life.

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There was a man in the middle of one of the mountains. There is no hand in showing the change of times, the banquet that makes you feel like a new era. I thought so. I was single and interested in the liquor festival after arranging a beautiful place. Distance that doesn't even look like a wheat grain. You know, it doesn't seem like you've accomplished anything in the sense of a sight.

"Grandpa. Does it look good?

"Stunning view too. Sir would have come for it."

"Sort of. I've got souvenirs for you, Grandpa."

"Mm, I see. For a long time, Sambalto has been a famous wine region. Thank you, Wolfgank Stryder."

"Oh, thank you. Drink, Arc of Garnias."

Wolfe, an intruder, sits next to Ark, the man who was singling out the spectacular view. It carried a large barrel of liquor, which contained a lot of wine.

"It's what I'm supposed to do. The one I dreamed about should have had an ass."

Wolfe quickly poured a rushing glass of wine into Mycup (a smaller barrel looking) and sipped it away in a gush. There is a pitiful light in my eyes.

"People will have a position. With Sir over there, we can't afford a light fire like this for Laurencia. There was a great deal of scratch left in the time."

"... even if I know, the culprit just has to watch."

"What, Sir may have been the culprit for the Black Mercenary Corps, but that's one element for times too. Three giant stars, all of us who will be in the genealogy of a world of warfare that has gone on since then, if a dream becomes a reality for them… it is only a little too much arrogance to say we are the culprits"

"Ha, that's true. I'm too much of an accessory to be the culprit."

"Don't stab me, too, whose lowliness is far below Sir's. Well, we'll just have to watch. The times are no longer about to enter the second time. No, the basement to usher in a real new era, I guess it's a prep period to say that man's era"

"... the true culprit, huh? Damn, you're carrying too much on your normal ass, that bastard. Always this guy, the more serious he sees the fool. Same with Garm."

Wolff drinks Ark, Ark drinks Wolff.

"Ooh, you're doing it flashy. Small in size but good in quality. Not only was the eagle strong, but the bastard who sold me the fight. I gave it to him. You're doing just fine. I can't see the shadows or the shapes."

"I see you have the guts to sell fights to the most powerful creatures in the world. I didn't know anyone, so I thought it might be something."

"You're the one to the east. Sometimes they come over the ocean."

"Over there, at the end of the Central Sea, on the Dark Continent"

"It's known to Garias and Valhall. This is a land that Gaius the Innovation King tried to pioneer and had to desist from because it was so different from this one. In fact, Garias and we are doing a lot of things, but we just finally got a bud recently. That's a secret story. Anyway, there's another ocean over there. The ocean that leads to the outer ocean."

"Beyond... Is there a big gap between technical skills,"

"It feels like you specialize in each field. He said there were a lot of surprises over there as we interacted. So, I'm not talking about Laurencia being inferior, you're right about the ship. They have ships that cross the ocean. Things we don't have."

Wolfe pours more and more booze in.

"But that's probably not it. It's not the sea, it's the abalone that's been crossing the desert for so long. Serious idiots pretending to be crazy and dumb across the desert. It's a pretty high wall to step over."

I can tell by the atmosphere even if I can't see it with my eyes. The young people are strong, too. Strong, but still coming talent. There will still be a difference between those who are already in the process of completing the circle.

"What do you want from Grandpa?

"All of them. Now I'm here to see a young talent that also adds radiance at this moment"

"... it says lying on my face. Besides that, right?

Ark let it pass in silence with a bitter smile. Wolfe also thinks the tide of time will change and something will arise in this land. Now they show brilliance, they do have tremendous talent. It would be a talent to pull Laurencia in the future.

But...

(Changing times isn't like this, is it? There's a hundred of me, and the times are the same. This isn't it. That's what I'm talking about)

Wolf knows. the difference between the time-changing and the time-changing.

"But you also have people in Valhall. Haven't you hidden all that talent yet, Sir's country?"

"Oh, scowl. That's my boy."

"I see, Sir's...... Hmm!?

A stunned look stuck to Ark's face.

"Wasn't Sir's eldest son Prince Fenris?

"I'm not an official kid. I didn't even know until he grew up and stood in front of me. What I still know is about me and Nika. I think I know the other wife, but I haven't checked."

"... that it is not the sons of the two queens"

"There were a few times a long time ago when the two of us were tightly bound and we all did it together. Dozens of times? A hundred. Hey, should be. One of those days. I still remember. Beautiful blonde hair, so happy I don't think she's selling flowers. Disappointing stiffening and seeding with your last leg! He was raised bright with one parent. Says, strength is guaranteed by the seed. He said it was a cliché to just study hard because he seemed stupid."

"So you're a general at that young age."

"Oh, I'm not dependent. He took Valhall's number two in a study he was supposed to be bad at with parental support. Wu is the strongest in the generation. Seriously, though."

"Don't you want me to stand out?"

"It's good in the shadows. I tried my best to study because I wanted to prove what you said, but he doesn't like working hard in the first place. When I didn't like the fight because I didn't like seeing blood either. He wants to give it back because he doesn't want to have a wave, and he wants to be recognized, because he's too big a general."

"... Lie or True. Young people are funny."

"Oh, it's getting really funny. You're so sweet."

Wolfe was looking at the view with pleasure. The presence that divided the blood is in distress. But Wolf knows. That predicament is the food for growth. The man who drew the wolf's blood couldn't have any fangs. It is a good opportunity to measure its fangs.

"Before that, the plate moves."

"You're busy over there. Hey. The booze's moving on!

"Agreed!

The two of them were bargaining alcohol for now.