Tower of Karma

The spear tip plunders Claude's cheek. The meat on your cheeks is thin. It scrapes and jumps.

"Great agility. I didn't know you were gonna get out of there."

Landing in an inadequate position because of the unscrupulous manner in which he was deflected.

Claude rolling over the roof.

"Ha ha, I thought you were gonna die."

"I thought you killed me, too. That's a shame."

The man who calls himself Schauhausen looks happy. Are you so happy Claude took it off the predicament, turning the spear for nothing?

The angrier I get, the more beautiful that waste is even.

"You're a spear."

"Well, then it's God's spear."

The man ran out of words. Claude takes a deep breath to calm down. Martial arts beyond imagination. I was too isolated from the martial arts I knew.

For a moment, it's the backs that are spreading before themselves that float in the back of your brain. Just one man on the far side in it, a blonde blue-eyed man who is lonely and keeps waiting for something.

The gaze intertwines. I felt a man laugh.

"Simply, fast, sharp, strong spear,"

"Haha! Nice, I knew it, you. I understand it well at first glance. I can't believe we're manipulating time. Ordinaries are just delusional."

The smiling man now attacks me that it's his turn. Again, I don't feel fast. They don't stare at fine work, ingenuity, complex gimmicks, streamlined, even just one poke to show the difference. There's no way spears like that aren't fast.

"Gu, woo!

Do the transcendental skill for granted. After pushing the shortest and best, uncompromising reason gave rise to the ultimate one called the spear of God.

Claude moves the spear at full force and the body.

"I follow you a lot. Well with such incomplete spears!

"Hey, Lo!

I was proud. as Nedeluxe's strongest. I've never thought my spear would be inferior, even if I looked around the entire continent. Best of all, I thought he might be arrogant, but still close to where he was. The certainty shakes.

"Come on, come on, if you're late around, you're gonna die!

Different levels of moves. Incorporate moves that don't come to mind in a regular person to sharpen a moment, even if you think about it. Why would anyone do that? Everybody thinks so.

I can't do this in action. I can't do that.

"Gah!

Throw away the shame and the outside world, and Claude took a great distance.

"Correct. If I had stacked one more, I wouldn't even be able to create a running posture."

The only spear that shredded waste to the extreme. The way it was made resembled the sword of an admirer for Claude. The difference is the obsession to put it where it is. Even this spear is shredding away the waste that I dared to set up to cope with every phase. If we limit ourselves one-on-one, the White King might have reached that solution too. But the developer of this spear was also king of the battlefield.

Do not consider disfigured condition. Fight without breaking down. It would be a riot, but be it ambush, poor scaffolding, no excuse. Do not shake, do not brace, reign like God.

Sharpen even the compromises you need while on the battlefield. I don't use that as an excuse.

Spear developer, Schauhausen was unshakeable in all phases. Do not lean on elements that disturb the spear and do not break one posture at a time. The only exception is his final period. A ride with the hero King Welkingetrics, who has reached a different ultimate than himself.

My body swayed at the specs beyond the limits of the moves to resemble myself and my roots absorbed from Tigre, and I felt the regret of a young day for a blow from heaven that betrayed everything, as did my heart.

And Schauhausen is dead.

"Ha ha... fuck you. I was confident in my moves."

Now Claude had Schauhausen in front of him. A man still young, full of talent and confidence, with moves to exit Claude, who should have approached the apex.

(No, one day, Mr. Gilberto told you. Even if it was enough, it would stop... now my ears are hurting.)

I got stronger, I was alone, and I looked back more days. Sometimes I've slackened my steps hoping you'd catch up quickly. Lonely, lonely, unbearable.

How would Gilberto, the only sword to wave against the only spear, fight?

Second, it's just Claude's head.

(Stupid. I'm the one who's fighting now. If you can't win now, learn by dying. The material is hanging in front of me. I'll open my eyes and eat them all!

Seeing Claude's expression, for the first time, a man dilutes his grin.

"Why laugh?

"I haven't. That's what I found out."

"That's no reason to laugh."

"You laugh. If only I had a back where I didn't tell you to hit it out!

This predicament, Claude dared turn to offense.

"Like this!?

To destroy myself before.

"Here!"

To abandon arrogance and go ahead, which was lidded on its own.

"Momentum alone"

Rolled and about to be killed, he nevertheless moves around with all his might shortly after breathing. To my shitty self, what I can do now is pull out God's spear as much as I can using the advantages of physical ability. I can't win now. Even if we win, we have to crush it with specs, not moves.

"Wow!"

You look like a beast.

Elegant to the way it is embellished. Wastefully deceived.

"Wolah!"

"But it's not bad to play with the beast"

The more beautiful I really saw, the more ingenious the spear was. After losing God's spear, many shapes were born. Technology is advancing. The average is not the ratio it used to be.

That's why it's scary, because I was single in those days, and I was producing moves like this.

"Gu, ha! Ha!"

"Then you won't have it."

Claude stares at his opponent's spear as he stands in distress.

"Ha, until I roll my ass when I have to. My feet are faster than mine."

"... Yep. It's not clean."

"I'm from the bottom line. I'm so proud of you."

"I guess it's not what you say with your chest up. Well, then we'll have no choice."

"Ah?"

"To correct the wrong Nedeluxe, you're the number one target to end. Unfortunately, I'm not willing to let you get away with it. From the beginning."

Another sign appeared behind Claude. I guess I've been lurking my breath in the shadow of the steps. There was no sign, no sound, and a man appeared who had some better gatai than the man in front of him. Blonde blue-eyed like a man, Claude understands at a glance.

This man is also a Schauhausen.

"I don't know."

"Thank you Claude for a good time. I was confident in my battle with you. Again, you guys are incomplete and inconsistent. He said we should stand."

Man smiling pitifully.

"I play too much. God bless, save the waste."

"I know. I know. I just tried a little."

Desperate. God at the front gate, God at the back gate.

(Damn it, which way is it? The other one is almost the same power. Why haven't these guys come out before? leave that alone, hey, this)

Two gods slowly pack the distance in the same setup.

(I just have to jump at all costs. If I break my leg... I'll die or better)

Claude never decides to jump off the roof. That doesn't go down slowly either, but the speed at which the two strong guys don't chase, or jump at full force disease.

It was a suicide there.

"You have the courage."

"Foolish"

The two shifted to left and right at the same time just for a gravitational shift. Standing position in time to read Claude's 'Next' and be flown to either side to accommodate it.

One behavior reads movement and even thought. It wasn't just a battle fanatic, it was highly educated and it bottomed out my performance as a warrior more.

"So you're going to lock up the dragon!

Claude rushes out for a big man. I know there's not so much opening up to strength, but this one is still slightly weaker.

Break through there by force. And jump.

"It licks me"

A man trying to intercept it.

Swirl the divine spear and welcome the dragon.

"Huh!?

"Become!?

"Oh?"

Dear Trinity, but uniformly, I float a stunning colour.

That should do the same.

"Guru, what guy!?

All of a sudden, an arrow attacked a big man. The man noticed in a critical way so he received it with a spear in time, but if he didn't notice, the arrow was shooting through his temples.

A sharp arrow of intent to kill.

"Who, that guy?

Turning to the direction in which the arrow flew in, there was a man in a high spire equipped with a bell. The blonde blue-eyed, masked man originally looks like one of them too.

Now, the arrow was directed at them.

"Well, isn't that your Nedeluxe?"

A good man to neck after seeing how Claude is doing. That means it's not one of them, it's not a misfire. Claude's confusion also deepens when he sees the confused person.

One more shot. Look at that.

"Strong!"

Leaving a paralysis in the hands of a big man.

"You're laughing invincibly. I see that God is not terrible."

As soon as the two consciousnesses turn towards you, Claude runs out in reverse.

"Shit, come on!?

Against the man who tried to chase it, more arrows are unleashed.

"An enemy that the enemy doesn't know. A third force? The world is complicated."

The man relaxed and looked at Claude as he jumped off the roof and landed as he rolled and escaped like a shedding. There are no shards to chase.

"If you are comfortable?"

"At the time that archer showed up, Claude, it was impossible to kill him without letting him escape the level. Besides, he's the most important person for us, but not for tonight, is he?

"God will not fail"

Master Schauhausen was murdered by a hero king.

"... if it wasn't for Schauhausen, I'd be killing you"

"Oh, scary scary scary"

The man at their head turned his attention to the spire.

(Has he disappeared yet... I have to report him)

Mysterious third force. The same blonde blue-eyed man we are.

Some foreign molecule lurks in this Nederdam. Unknown you want to eliminate if you can for the plan. I find that interesting. The man thinks fluffy that he is still disqualified as Sangui, Schauhausen.

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Claude, who drives through the city of Nederdam, was thinking about an earlier encounter.

Two shocks, one encountering the spear-wielder of God. Things that I was compromising for a variety of reasons, elevating one ideal I was turning away from to a form of actual battle without compromising. I still can't wipe the shock. My chest rattles when I think of their spears stuck to my head.

I saw roots in their spears. Nedeluxe's spear, I saw it in four shapes. I saw it closely. That seemed like an infinite future to Claude.

Perhaps it's a sign of change, no, evolution.

And another one, another blonde blue-eyed, masked archer. An unspeakable anxiety swirls around my chest, though in a way that has saved my predicament.

If that arrow had no intention of killing, if it had been an arrow of intimidation, Claude had one. I would have affirmed with certainty that I was a disciple.

So much so that that arrow resembled the bow of Alfred von Arcadia, his son who was delightfully imitating it.

(There's no way he's an alpha. That's an arrow I shot with complete intent to kill. I can't do that to him. He's too kind, and he's a delicate guy)

Beautiful trajectories are burning even though you think so. If it were just an arrow, they wouldn't have made it a one-stop shop. I didn't like it, but it caught my eye, and the atmosphere was on the arrow.

A real sign that pops from the man who shot it.

What caught my attention was the golden atmosphere he unleashed that created a gap in them.

(... no, don't think about it now. Just think about what you need to do)

Claude is forced to switch heads. Their presence calling themselves the new Trinity. I don't know how big it is, but it would be an action with a lot more back shield than it has been so grandiose.

I understood that Claude was also in a bad situation.

"Join Dion first... then"

But the situation goes beyond Claude's assumptions, which began to feel critical.