Tower of Karma

Ostberg Heavy Duty Cavalry. It is also equivalent to ten or twenty soldiers if it is also to be Strakless, Berger or Kimon's direct troops. A real group of fighters who are all killing over a hundred people in total score. It crushes the rock even if it is not a destructive force or a herd, and it is there as an iron mass of destruction.

"Exactly, do it!

"Smart! Compete with power!

Alfred was taking the sword he recieved, precisely against the way he fought what he called the mighty. A stunt polished by my father and fingered in heaven while being an ordinary man. Efficiency varies greatly, but we're approaching the same realm. That's hard to break because we're strong, though.

"Do you want me to beat you if you meet with force? Ghost!"

The flow that should advance to an advantage if it stays that way. Alfred dared to change that. We turned it into a meeting between the forces to suit them. A different sound echoes. There's a sound like a mass of iron colliding with a mass of iron. Power beyond understanding where such power is hidden in his body.

"Oh no, stupid!?

"The king is unbeatable."

The sword that I've handled so dearly collapses in tears. Spark and iron shards to blow up every meeting. There's a kid who's supposed to keep fighting and wearing out.

"You know that, right?

overwhelm. From the large upper section to the opponent who was overwhelmed and his hips pulled,

Goodbye, Deetmer.

I waved down a special blow. Heavy iron cavalry tears with loud noises. When it was shaken out, the blade couldn't stand it along the way and stopped about inside.

"Okay, next."

Defeat the opponent completely in their territory.

Alfred picked out a single sword from countless bodies that lay at his feet loosely. It doesn't matter what you get. It's like boasting that you're the strongest.

"That's the blood of a white knight. Two on one, not to mention cowardice."

Two knights move forward. Look at that. Alfred still smiles,

"Is that enough for you two?

I invited two warring warriors at my leisure.

They do not exasperate, but turn that pride into temper and pierce it.

"Come on, name it, ghost! Let's eat it on top of that. This Alfred von Arcadia!

Confronting is a golden genius. That move...

"Huh? Huh?"

"Oh, even if you don't force yourself with a seismic leg, the force that occurs instantaneously jumps if you conjure the flow. Of course, the total amount of manipulative power is small. It's harder to manipulate, and you have to trickle down the force from every movement into a single blow. I see. I see his main road."

A seismic leg can be used to overwhelm more easily. But you won't do it because you don't want to spoil the story. Using seismic legs makes me think everyone has something. There would be no such thing as a genius who would soon arrive at an answer, but there was a good chance that one day it would be imitated.

I'm guessing Alfred isn't willing to sell the trump card of power cheaply, at least while he's on the stage where he needs to rely on his martial arts. Alfred understood after working out. On average, your body is a little underpowered to reach the apex. Regardless, I'm not willing to neglect drilling, but I don't commit the foolishness of growing a defeat bud any more than I am willing to sit at the top.

Strength is a tool for him. It's just a thing to perform the king. Until now, I enjoyed being strong. Sometimes I played to feel the growth.

But there is no more play than the purpose has been set.

"I don't hate you. You're strong."

Two knights also smash with force. It seemed crushed with simple power, but only two people who would fix the same technology understood the piece of technology that had been put into it. A royal path beyond foolishness that does not boast of excellence, of horrible obsession, strength.

"Next!"

Also procure broken swords from your own feet. Those on the same stage will not know, but they look like black stars and lesters who are superficial. No matter how thoroughly you save energy, you can't stand normally if you cut a hundred or two. Each joint would be inflamed and severely painful. Bones may be twisted and some may be broken.

He was a full-blown creator before he fought the ghosts of Ostberg. Still smile and fight to see the king's leeway. I learn awe because I'm superior to that overwhelming readiness.

"Next"

Fatigue that increases acceleration by fighting with force. Everyone here is a warrior. Because I am a warrior, I can understand the degree of fragmentation of the feat Alfred is doing right now. Orpheus, better in perception than man, had heard the king's readiness while distorting his face greatly.

"Next!

Many times, change the blade every time it breaks. More swords every time you kill them. You seem to be gaining strength just for what you've eaten. For the swallowed, the boy, who no longer says Alfred, is an overwhelming strong man with infinite brilliance, and began to break in his heart that everyone could not win.

"I can still fight! You want to fight, you warriors. I'm the fight. I am the war. Come on, where are the challengers!? You came here ready to perish!

Another Ostberg knight out front. And lose again.

A height that no longer reaches a hundred warriors. That's why it was worth the challenge. You won't have any regrets about the body rolling at your feet. I tried and lost. I could have died in battle.

I was thankful. A man who is supposed to be out of reach shows up in front of him and tells him he's going to do what he wants. It's also in a way that goes beyond our own imagination.

"Next!

An awe beyond readiness stopped the dozens of legs left. Even the ghosts of Ostberg came out with those who did not choose to fight because of awe beyond readiness and paranoia. As a result, no one will be challenged. Except for one.

"Kingdom of Ostberg, General is the last seat, Lester von Falke"

"... King of the Kingdom of Arcadia, William von Arcadia is the only son, Alfred von Arcadia"

"Let's ask them. Taste the end of paranoia."

"Welcome. Because it is only by defeating you that this place will be complete."

Comedy Dawn End, enters the final phase.

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Until the moment of confrontation, everyone was under the King's magic. He is the king, and the king is strong. The king can't lose. The more unconditionally I think about it, the more I can also say that he had God now.

But the moment they confronted each other, that plating peeled off.

"Do we go up further? Really, really."

Ostberg's eagle dances. So much so that I can think of such illusions that standing alone no longer causes the big wings to wind, and that wind rises and storms. Eagles cleave open signs of paleness. Until earlier, the eagle was a completed martial arts. No more. Few things can understand what it means to say beyond that.

He transcends man, and falls with the beast, and sings man again.

There's only one thing I know.

He who is now in front of him says that at this moment only this moment became the 'strongest'.

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"- Have you transcended men before death? You're on a different side from me. At the end of the move, this is the second time I've seen a guy reach this realm. One of them was twitchy like a immortal, and this guy is different, as it probably doesn't even matter because he doesn't even come down the mountain." I "even smears that pale atmosphere. The eagle obsession even broke through the walls of the world. Oh, my God!

"You'll never have a spear pointed at a wolf."

"Bye. In this situation, this happened because he's the kid, and even more so because the kid is king than anyone else. That's an atmosphere. Strength hasn't disappeared in this situation. But that kid's gonna die more than this happened."

Wolfe had seen his hands drinking and concentrated on the view from the privileged seat. So much so that the flow so far has been a great spectacle. But that is as far as it goes. No matter how strong you are, it doesn't work like a hatchet on the person above you overwhelmingly.

I can't reach that 'ultimate' with a small hand move.

"It's still growing. It's a body, and all you can do is be honest. I can't really imitate it. But whatever it takes, this difference is too big."

Alfred can't win. Play Wolf and I can assure you so.

But he's gonna win.

"Impossible. The eagle only has enough hands to die out of time, and that one now even transcends death in a way. In battle, ahead, even if you die, you don't die before then. Does Grandpa have any hands on him?

"I can't even think about it. But I can assure you. He wins."

There is a strange light in Ark's eyes. In my journey through the world with Wolf, I had heard anecdotes of King Ark, the Knight, even though he had already rubbed off as a past. Says he sees the future. Beloved by victory, he said the driving force behind a man who has done miracles many times with little to no loss until he lost to El Sid is futuristic vision.

Except it is a legend overthrown by the fierce sun.

"What kind of futuristic look is that?

Ark shook his head, smiling bitterly at the sudden inquiry.

"What I see is the flame of life. Somewhat, it can also be a help to know ahead, but it's not that perfect a force. This is a curse. For me, for Garnia, for this world."

"... I was gonna joke, seriously?

"Well, I don't know"

Look at the haunting arc. Wolfe holds his head as he snaps "seriously." If Ark's valve is correct, say Alfred finds a way to live in this situation. What kind of miracle does Kirinko show us in this situation where even the most powerful man in the world can't find a way to live? If I could do that...

"... the storm moves. We need to swallow the golden light that shakes the storm so fine in front of us."

"Come on, show it to me, kid. Go beyond my imagination!

Because he possesses the proof that he is truly a vessel of kings.