Tower of Karma

Cress was making a mistake. Lester von Falke said he was one who took the same stage as Strakles. Ostberg's best technology, which is not the only body as blessed as Strakles, but which was combined with the strength gained by madness in the first place. Together, it can reach the apex.

That was a big mistake. I was mismeasuring the vessel of the man who said Lester.

"To this extent, if so, there is no further ahead of you!

Now that his shell was torn to say he was completely insane, he was clearly complete. The force gained in madness remained intact, even the warped body was skillfully used, and above all the best in Ostberg, the technology had reached an unprecedented range combined with the body twitches cultivated in madness.

Cress was wrong. True eagles even stood shoulder to shoulder with the king of wolves if they had time. The strongest in the world, he is no longer that domain. And...

"Whoo! Whoo! Hoo!"

"Beyond the sound!

"Ahahahahaha! I'm dying, it's fun!

The three young warriors who are eating there, albeit by the threes, also run up the stairs at dramatic speeds. The eagle leads you to the extremes of the warrior, where you can exchange your spears and swords just to follow you.

Of course...

"Don't get distracted for a moment."

"Ah, gi!

The reverse end of the spear, the middle line of Xena by the stone bump, penetrated into the water moon. Xena scatters a mixed puke with blood. But I won't lose my posture. Lester was one of a kind educator to them, but his lessons go hand in hand with death.

Injuries increase. I'm not here for anything that doesn't have any injuries.

"Worrah!"

An inverse blade captured Lester's back. Shallow, but definite wound.

"There!

An Orpheus spear that blurs my stomach. Impossible to cut off all three with eagles. They are not just three. Because it's three stars that can aspire to the apex.

"In return."

Every time that counterattack deepened Lester's grin. It's not just killing. Because my body is screaming that it's a clean struggle. Lester is the one who has fun and can't help it.

Leap at no motion. The eagle poke released from it. It's like a flying eagle. With no escape in the sky, Lester shoots through the three stars with the fastest and best of three shots.

"" "Ha!

At the same time, so fast that even the three of them feel that way. It's not just the speed of poking. The same speed of pulling, this sight cannot be created unless it is faster than that.

"" "" In return!

Still, they were not frightened and shouted. In the air, where there is no escape, there is a way to live. They dare to fight back without hesitation by looking out for pain, blood loss, etc.

Lester smiled at the guts.

The wolf's fangs, the blade of sound, the sun's hotline, penetrate the eagle.

I felt the wings dance. A deep, definite feeling lingers in the hands of the three of us.

"Not yet, it's early to be satisfied"

Lester blew the three of them with a full smile. Just spears, soft spears, the strongest because they can both be used. Lester, who stood down on the ground, didn't see any damage or anything. There was no way to impress me. It can't be more than being a person.

"Damn, not yet, Olah!

Skol with blood rising entirely on his head. To say that blood was stronger was of a slightly unusual nature. Orpheus also rises "unwilling to give in". Xena laughs and stands in support of the spear as she spits her blood "gahaha".

It's not over yet.

Lester invites by hand. Come on, let's go on. Three of them move out. Definitely win and show. I don't want to lose because of the three of us. Before this battle, what they saw - no one knows it. The opportunity for them to know it again was forever lost.

This, by the gold enough to burn the lid - because everything has stopped.

Lester looked back at it at a terrible rate. I have goosebumps. Unusual, unusual atmosphere. I can't keep my eyes open even though I'm away. Lester knew about this gravity. If I thought of it now, it would have been of the same kind as this. I felt a little colder, but that was a slight difference. It's only a difference in nature.

Little by little, the golden light intensifies.

"-N, this is..."

Whenever Skol, Orpheus, Xena, and others also strengthened, more and more people became aware. Such a beautiful glow as if it were about to be inhaled. There was enormous gravity there. I'm drawn, attracted, fascinated - naturally, I feel like I'm going to point my foot at you without thinking about it.

That is why those who seek to peek behind it were afraid.

"... I know the exact opposite of this feeling. That time, desperate, true and reverse, but somewhere similar. This is-"

I guess the ghosts in Ostberg felt the same way. It was supposed to have a ghostly face, but it had a complex mix of anger, regret, despair, etc.

"... calm down. This isn't that guy."

Lester wipes the blood and looks at the light. It's not the same dimension as being strong or weak. A glow I can't measure myself. Bigger than a muddy, desperate thing, it's blurry.

"I see. Also, will times change"

Lester smiled pitifully. In earlier times, as a member of the first seven kingdoms to perish, and as a corner of the Geheim that last fought, I have lived in the age of battle. They are sumptuous. Hate, sorrow, anger, suffering, they may swallow it if it is such a big light.

Even that monster turns into a fake in front of this light.

"Often. If that's going to change the times, our opponents will be there."

"Ha!"

Lester leads the ghosts of Ostberg to try to leave the scene. Look at Lester's footprints as he walks out, knowing the depth of the wound, and still trying to get ahead of them.

"Lester! I've had enough! Everybody, get some rest!

Cress speaks up. With all my thoughts, the thoughts I should have given up have not disappeared, even with the rest of the cuss. Um, memories of calming days.

"I'm sorry. I don't care what your orders are, I can't hear them."

Lester had a serene expression. The madness similar to the curse peeled off, and all that remained was a pitiful one knight who was supposed to march the straight path.

"Why!? If you're back to sanity, you know there's no reason to fight. Those who were the people of Ostberg live to the fullest in Arcadia. Before this, Gunter's edge became the youngest and best in the world, he said. Time flied. Somewhat, there may still be a part of it that is creeping up. But one day, even that will go away. Ernst's desired peace should come true in a different way. So..."

"So we often do. Dear Eving,"

The young man who had named himself Cress opens his mouth to try to defend himself, but can no longer say anything when he sees their calm, as if they were old men enlightened of the time of death.

They understood. that our existence is no longer but a shackle for the people of Ostberg. Still, they had anger beyond understanding, deprived of things to be faithful to. I can't stop. Because that's how they've lived.

Therefore, they were looking for an end. As a knight of Ostberg, as a relic of the Old Ages, an end in the right way.

"Even if you are alone in madness, you have been moved to correct Your Majesty. You are not like us. In the new era, too, there are provisions that must be done, to be exchanged. Please, stay alive. Let's wrap up the table together again sometime. With His Majesty and His Lordship. Somewhere."

"Lester!

The voice bounced off the back of the knights and disappeared. They move on. As if I could be drawn to the light. Its calm and stubborn will was enough to repel the Clavillenos who were imminent behind it. We can also say that Krabireno has drawn their will.

"Eving der Ostberg, huh? It's a rare hair color around here, but it's not the last king's blood. It doesn't make any sense just now."

In the dark, Skoll suggests that both his men and others stop intervening. Even though Ernst's next-door brother became a great sinner, he is now guilty in a coalition, and so on. That is pre-epochal. Moreover, even though it was written that Lester's words should be swallowed, he tried to stop the king's barbarity. It is not the right time to talk about it because you are brothers.

Above all, it was out of Scohl's mind.

"Let's go, too. To see."

"... Your Excellency. At least first aid."

"If I'd gone down to the base and been treated, it'd all be over. Me..."

"Five minutes, please. I'll treat the three of you together."

A strange, extreme bird Phantom who suddenly stands before everyone. Skoll and the rest of the Valhall forces were trying not to touch it, but I guess they didn't think he was a doctor. Yelena gets all the tools she needs out of her giant backpack while she's pompous.

"Hey, you're surprisingly calm, character wearing thread."

"Yeah, she's a good doctor. If you want to save your life, she and I have made up our minds."

"... were you a woman in the first place"

"Tiny and cute. Can I take it home?

"Don't move. 'Cause it takes a long time to waste."

Seeing Xena seized by force, and Xena was surprised by her unexpectedly strong strength, and her arm to proceed with the treatment, Skoll and the others exclaimed, "Oh". Especially for the Estado Momentum, which has been catching up since then, it deserved amazement at a time when the treatment was being done while keeping Xena under control, and the surprise was doubled because it was even better to the hand.

"... fast, fast, Al, because he should be hurt more"

Seeing Yelena increase the speed even further, Skoll decided to sit down for the most part. If she is a battle professional, she seems to be a treatment professional. Then it will be in the hands of the muscle. Even if I meditated on her strange appearance, her movements were so proficient that you came along.

The education of her parents and her experience so far gave her so much arm. I guess she's also someone with a role in the new era. It should still stretch. As long as the person so desires.

Even while Yelena's therapeutic act was taking place, the light was slightly more radiant. Beautiful, noble, gentle, warm, then lonely, lonely.

If that's just a word...