Tower of Karma

Only Marlten knew. In the royal palace swirling in numbers of manoeuvres, only the man was staring straight at the other side, in the midst of Nedeluxe corrupted by private personal greed.

Golden Age. The things that carry it.

Whether the last wing falls or the self-denial that God gained at the end of numerous sacrifices is God, only that man will surely not give up. Incredibly foolish, it just symbolizes the path you believe in. People would call him a fool.

But Marlten thinks.

(People call the fool who pushed through a hero)

Blonde blue-eyed man in front of me.

Previously, the enemy, the face stripper, was defeated by a self-proclaimed assassin who came to sell rather than hired him. It didn't look like a strong man at all, but it was somehow more of a force than expected as a result of Marten's intuition working and hiring.

But the man hasn't let me do anything.

"I'm here. There's no gap."

With a knife in both hands is an assassin with a swallow tail suit.

You can't win.

Three wounds that run ugly on a neat face. The wounded spear set loose in the middle section. The supreme spear sitting on the midline. Good balance of defense. Complete response to left and right.

"Well, let's have a little work."

From no-motion, assassins throwing knives without hesitation. Now, I'm not a samurai rocking with that stuff. I am aware of that 'both sides'.

What you need is a swing as fast as you can.

"Is this the race of assassins?"

It leads to an intermission between spears where a handless assassin played a knife. The spear that the payment waved with the intention of dropping his arm is inhibited by the exact arm. Meat, not the feeling of a bone blow. The feeling of punching into the iron, instantly the man judges.

This man, he said, was unarmed.

"The battle has been decided before we fought."

The assassin pulls the machined knife out of his cuff and wields it for the shortest time at a zero distance where the spear reach flips to faults. To beat those who are obsessed with obtaining goods, they first forsake obsession. They only have reason. Just the steps you need to kill.

- Teach me.

I killed him for sure. The moment you think so, the assassin's physical sensation is extended.

(... joke, it's tough)

Drawing a curved orbit, the spear captured the knife with a dot and launched it into heaven.

Something like crazy physical time. Even the extraordinary skill of dealing with zero distance with spears is trivial.

What is truly to be feared is that he did not waver in any way in the attack that poked at him by accident.

"... monster"

Spears laugh bitterly at an assassin's word. You distort the scratches.

"I'm not a Schauhausen. What do you want me to do? The true monster, the true Chauhausen, is not me."

For the first time since I got here, I saw a faint sway. Regardless, it is not a shake big enough to be available, but it is still an ugly state that I don't think of as a man who didn't even make it slight to the odds.

"You can't win. And the man behind it dies here today."

"If it's enough to let you get away with it, I'll try."

"I can't. Not for you."

The assassin was at the head of his mind. Turn to offense. Note that if your opponent doesn't have any swings, you don't have eyes to beat yourself.

Yes, I can't beat myself. I can't do this alone.

"Sorry, spear of God. Touch difference."

The target, Maarten, still has no atmosphere to escape standing.

So for the first time...

"The time you took to make it the work of the devil has become a vendetta!

The Great Knight of the Mask. The smell of a battleground, a creeping battleground.

"Come on, it's been a long time since it's been a battlefield!

"I see. Have you been embedded?"

Very intense. Different digits of pressure.

Thousand, the man who led 10,000. As a general, as a king, the king of knights who ravaged the Estado army. Still fading, advancing Garnias.

"Nun!"

Swing at your disposal. With the strange sound of "Boom!", the Rigid Sword rushes to hang.

Stepping in is also cluttered.

"... it's hard not to run to reason"

But the spear man retreats with his face in his face and keeps the spear in between.

Except outside standards such as Xena and Kike, this man is also generally classified as a giant. Naturally, the hands and feet are long, and the strength makes it the right size. Range distance is what wins the spear, but power is exactly different digits. Meetings at the maximum reach are demanded for strenuous and difficult moments. If I hit him badly, he had the power to break the spear.

"Gah!"

A force that doesn't seem like an old body. He is also agile at the cracking of his gigantic body.

And a protruding battle sense. Accumulation and nature of experience to arrive at correct answers without going through thought. The combination is beyond reasonable.

Because of this irrationality, 'moves' have been underestimated in the physically superior West.

"No!?

…………

Until Kensei, and Nedeluxe the Spear, rises.

"Have you conquered power?"

"Can't beat the power, what's the move"

Ni, and something floats in the grinning spear figure. Obsession with moves, obsession, something is evident in their place. God or devil, different things that dwell on spears.

"This is the spear of God,"

Time freezes.

In the midst of freezing, the Great Knight of the Mask saw 'God' there.

"Ooh!?

The spear that shoots through the skull strikes through the void as it smashes the mask of the Great Knight, Ark's mask and chooses the temple.

"That's Arc of Garnias, huh?"

"Was it famous?"

"If you were a samurai, you'd be more ridiculous not to know."

The assassin in the swallow tail suit watched Ark evade with surprise eyes. Ark stepped in and showed him the spear, which was difficult to deal with at first sight. With a huge loss of posture, he nevertheless showed off his first hand.

It's not like an assassin who always keeps his retreat in mind survives.

But it's not gonna be reinforcements.

"... if it's too much, it is!

Ark keeps the madness of his senses in his head and moves further forward. With that death, it is the Knight King's reign that makes it easy to go to the place of death. By daring to step in on your own, you erase the room for choice. When your own flames are extinguished, you don't give yourself room to rectify them.

Swords and spears intertwine. If you can't win by force, compact it as you squeeze it, performing the knight's shortest best. Orthodox, chivalry sword.

Meetings, each other, seemingly offensive.

"Grr!?

"Did you think it was the first spear you saw? The Knight King."

Strength is exercised, and he is commandeered. Quick defense, exercising the fastest you can get yourself out, yet widening inequality. The power, even the speed, is above you. There should be an opening in the specs that are loaded, but it is the Knight King who is being made the difference.

(I don't have an arm. Both left and right can perform the same operation. If you can't be raised that way from a child, you can't be such an artist. Likewise, I don't have any handy feet. The strengths are uncompromising spears that do not allow weaknesses as they are. If it is the shortest, I don't hate to switch left and right during battle, but I complete the curve with a normal face. Woohoo, just God's spear)

In front of the assassin, God was resurrected.

A moving and muffled sight if you are a people of Nederks.

"... strong"

"This is the move. King of Garnia."

The more it stacks, the more it spreads. The ultimate in stacked spears, polished out to cross the force. The thickness of Nederx gave God to the genius.

And now he's here to connect the things that the genius left behind.

"Two on one, no complaints, God's spear."

"If there's a two-on-one job for you,"

Combination of burning blades. It can't be doubled. Instead, a man who uses the spear of God does not break down his advantage, taking advantage of the distortions that arise where they are.

"For nothing."

"Can't we do this any better?

"Be an assassin."

Non-meshing style. Lightly the two retreat.

It was only counterproductive in incomplete combinations, against a completely indestructible spear.

"Mm-hmm. Regrettably, well, wasn't it my winnable opponent who had already left the line? The final combustion is determined where to burn it. Let's get out of here."

"What do you want me to do with you?

"If you look, you'll see."

Ark turned his back on the spear man lightly.

"Are you kidding me?

Distance to shoot through in a few steps. Turn your back and other extremes of stupidity.

"If you can step in front of that... it's real"

Arc with a bitter grin.

In the direction of that stride...

"... ugh!?

There was Reaper.

Not a full face. I'm not wearing intimidating black armor. But the blind woman was undoubtedly a reaper, whoever saw it.

Wave the wand and give out the blade of the planting. Too poor equipment, even compared to what a man wields. Suffice it to say that performance differences as spears are separate.

"I don't know if I can fight well, but for the first time in a long time, will I do it"

"La, invercaa"

Finally, the man grasps the schemer of this situation.

That man is back in Nederdam. The biggest failure to make it the first piece of a man they call their mom. Abominable name above all for them.

Rudolf Les Hersburg.

It is its turn, Rheinberga li Parizida.

The vermilion eyes that have lost their light shake in the dark night. It reeks of beasts. And yet calmer than anyone else on this scene. I can't shake. I can't shake.

The ruler of this place, because she is the strongest.

"Do you want to?

………

'Reaper' - descended, having lost the light and came to completion.