Tower of Karma

After several matches of engagement, Ivan also jumps out the window again. With multiple excellent spear users who handled the exact same spear and didn't get lost in the mix-up, there was no chance of winning as many Ivans as there were. I don't know how Hannah got away with it, but I think it's my biggest role to run away and pass on information now, anyway, than this happened.

I let Hannah get away with it. But he decided to take the information home.

"One of you contact your mom. It's a little early, but I'm hoping you'll decide before it leaks."

"I got it."

"Let's go after the others."

"I got it."

The unmasked spears begin their pursuit simultaneously.

Everyone has blonde eyeballs with different physique and gender. Distorted they aim for Ivan.

The purpose is to seal the mouth.

Until then, he got to the answer.

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Ivan, who continues to flee, had also found an unnatural point in the meantime.

One is that they are unusually bright on Nederdam's geography. That was Zara and others coming ahead using routes that even Ivan and the others didn't know about. It is obvious that you are not an ordinary person. High ranking, the fact that you have information that you will never know unless that is the member class of the Supreme Council.

The other is that they are a herd of control. Under the same education, that herd completes after a fairly long period of practice. It is not a substitute for overnight.

Then it can be assumed that this situation has been planned for quite some time.

"I found it, Ivan Brusheek"

"... you've found it quite easily."

"All the new Nedeluxe and their guidelines for action are in my mind. was the latest sharpest monkey imitation incorporating the behavioral principles of the White Knight and the Black Knight and the prematurely deceased genius Renault"

"... I think it makes sense to imitate the first one."

"You can't really just look up there."

The first masked woman I encountered. Did you also have spares available? I already hid the appearance. Though there was no better way to walk around with a faceless face than if the crowd weren't zero at night.

"If you're alone... we can take you down without a problem"

"Yeah, I guess so. You are a waste of all your appearance and talent. If you had the same education as us, you would have been Schauhausen. The Academy of Fine Arts, which teaches spears only on the top, the Gudier family, which does not pursue completeness while preaching the importance of the foundations, everything is wrong and a real waste. It's a huge loss for Nedeluxe."

"You talk a lot. Let's get this over with."

Ivan moves ahead. Basically Ivan's style is front line fast-track, except for 'Flash Thunder', which takes later. Knock the opponent out by pushing forward and forward by hand.

"No, I'll go out with you for a little while"

loose, seeing that spear too late, Ivan skewed his face.

(slow! but not so slow. Rather, it's a fairly fast category as a spear)

Error with body feel. It is a spear that cannot be handled at first sight and with alarm.

"Shh!"

But Ivan has already seen it. And he also had information that it was God's spear. Then let me deal with it and the genius spears. A supreme spear that was considered impossible to adjust in a single battle if you were a regular person. Still, he was also called a genius again.

"... really wasted"

"If that word comes out about me, you can see the bottom!

Ivan's tremendous maneuver, a woman in a mask who pains but cuts it off. Extraordinary technology, and something about God's spear, is finally visible to Ivan as well.

"Fast, sharp, strong, spear"

"Really, it's a waste"

She was staring at herself as if she saw Claude.

"That's a waste of words like mine."

Ivan flips a piece of paper where he dares to create a gap and let it poke.

And the woman's heart was shot out by the superb skill of shooting through, the thunder that Nedeluxe boasts, and the "flashing thunder".

"If you were me, how good,"

That's what she said and collapsed into, and Ivan hallucinated herself. Going for the real thing, knowing you can't make it, but that's all you know, and at the end of the day you lose by the real thing. If it had been real, there would still have been salvation.

"... so I guess you're saying I'm not"

There's too little salvation in this, Ivan thinks.

"Well, now..."

I can get away with it. That's what I thought. Arrowheads...

"Non. You cannot escape."

There was a blonde blue-eyed woman similar to her who fell and lay down in front of Ivan. However, she is not wearing a mask and has a look.

"... Dear Sister. Poor man who couldn't be God."

Just glancing at the falling corpse, the woman turned her gaze back to Ivan.

"... is that Chauhausen you were talking about?"

"Wi. Beautiful man"

All she has to do is swirl the spear, and her skin squirts.

"We are Schauhausen. He who holds three seats. A samurai made as a true Trinity. We were reborn on the basis of the textbooks left by Master Cukrein."

Ivan distorts his face. Trembling without stirring up my frozen spine.

"Why are you telling me that?"

She says it with a fine, very beautiful smile.

"It's decided, isn't it? No mouth for the dead, it's a souvenir of the underworld."

Time stops. She's moving, but her body doesn't move like a stone. I can see you're in love. Too different dimensions of technology. Everything from toes to fingertips to woohoos to the top of my head was different, and everything housed five elements.

Ivan knows this spear. Everyone in Nedeluxe knows. I knew but I didn't. You know, everything's just ahead of you.

"Goodbye."

Like getting to God.

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Claude was scheduled to be late at a conference on intra-city security. But the status quo and usually sober dions that lacked Silvi lacked glory, and as a result they were supposed to dissolve early today.

Claude laughs at the lighted Lintblum family. Luke himself, a mansion that had barely hired his family and was all you could get rough. Luke hired his family while he was taking care of them and cleaning them with care, which is now the case.

"It's beautiful."

Every once in a while, Luke tries to give this mansion to Claude. You don't ask me if I have to give up my name or territory without knowing the mansion alone.

As for Claude himself, the realization that he was allowed to inherit the dragon. There were aspects of me that I just got scared of. It quite follows parallel lines with each other.

"Sleep early today, or..."

The first thing that caught my eye when I dived through the gate was that the door was open. Normally, I don't even care that it is a concern, but I do care about a few things when it overlaps with the daily Phantom noise and the recent killing of Tirza.

"... no way,"

And the moment I had a bad feeling...

The light in Luke's room went out.

"No kidding, please don't!

It's not his bedtime yet. I should be drinking chicken liquor by now.

Claude ran out ready to be pissed. I have confidence in my ability to jump before I met a dragon. In addition, there are spears now. Then there is nothing wrong with it except that it is disrespectful about the second floor.

"I'm home! And I'm sorry.

Claude entered de flamboyant as he kicked through the window.

"... Claude!?

There was blood seeping through Luke's arms, which opened his eyes to surprise. Poked marks, I don't know what the situation is. I can't grasp the context or anything.

"Ooh Cora. I'm not gonna kill him anyway."

Claude breaks in between a luke and a man with a spear.

"Welcome home a long time ago. Even though Lord Luke has been retired for a long time, it's been quite a while. Come on, have you had a little too much fun?"

"Don't let him bleed at play."

The blonde blue-eyed man smiles at Claude who holds the spear.

There's no better way to beat you here.

Man passing next to Claude and Luke in a loose, slow motion.

"Become!?

Claude's face is distorted by the fact of being lightly unplugged.

"Let's do it up there. You're a dragon, aren't you? You are."

From the window frame that Claude kicked, the man slowly grabbed the hook on the wall and climbed up, "Come on, come on, come on." An unpleasant sweat runs down Claude's back.

heterogeneous movements. Just walk and you'll see.

"... run, Claude. I'm coming. Perhaps the same goes for Lord Tirza."

"You're telling me the aim was Silvi?

"At least he was trying to kill me, but he wasn't obsessed. If you're serious, I'm already dead. Those are God's spears, lost and unmatched spears that manipulate time. You're strong."

"... but there's no way Sanguchi can leave."

That said, Claude climbs cleverly up to the roof again.

"Be careful, Claude."

Luke escapes the mansion undisturbed. The wound isn't that deep. Hold it down, it's enough. I was helped by a playful opponent. If it's the same as the man who tailored Tirza, Luke is probably killed at first hand.

So Luke didn't even tell the spear details.

Because they made me understand that it didn't make sense.

Even myself, knowing that spear, couldn't handle it properly. I didn't think it was the right thing to say.

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"Good night, Claude Lewis."

"I'll ask you straight in. Temeer killed your master, Mr. Tilza?

The ignorance of the inquiry gave the man an unfortunate look.

"No, I'm not. That's another Schauhausen. Not me."

"... hey, there's another guy"

"Oh, there are three of them. It's the new Trinity."

It's not for you.

"Your will has nothing to do with it. As long as Nedeluxe seeks God, we'll be there."

The man speaks as a matter of course. incomprehensible values.

"Question doesn't make sense."

"Right. You're an outsider. So I don't know."

"I'm Sanguyen!

"Not until you beat me."

Claude puts up a spear. The beauty, the dragon.

"Yeah, strong. But I'm no match for God. My name is Schauhausen."

Claude flew before he finished his mouth.

Rip out the darkness at night and pour down the Special Strike of All Strikes.

"- He who unites God. I'm the head of the Trinity."

Time stops. The more illusory it seems, the more gracefully only its spear dances through time. I can't chase understanding. But I thought it was beautiful.

"You know what that means?

With a superb smile on his face, he slowly distracts Claude's special, poking slowly at him with claude eyes he can't get around in the air.

Physical velocity and reality unevenness. The dragon is imprisoned in a cage of relaxed time.