Tower of Karma

Marlten rages quietly as she floats her blue muscles.

I thought it might have been a little revamped, but in the end it's a creature with a radical roots, a man named Rudolph Les Hersburgs, the Blue Guido.

This is my room.

"I don't mind if I'm in the same room"

"Uh."

"Do you have any complaints?

Is there anyone who would normally and immediately visit the mansion and sit flat after that parting? It is an impossible story to think about in common sense. If you can't help but lose your place and keep your head down, you don't know. Marlten is not a ghost either.

"Oh, thank you."

"Gahaha! That's a good base."

"That book looks interesting"

…………

Why do they treat each other in the same way as if they were one of us? Even the Knight King said this mansion was based. If it is not the Knight King who said it, he is yelling and screaming and expelling.

"I'll see you with King Ark of Knights"

"Um, whatever."

"... I have a collection of books describing your work. I need your signature."

"I don't mind. I don't think my signature is worth it."

"What do you say? It's new to my memory that the great advance of Garnias hit Hate Estado! It appeared as a comet in the land of Laurencia, ravaging the armies of Estado one after the other, and sent no haughty, fierce iron, or numerous fierce generals to the throne. would be a feat. Even in the middle of the road, everyone did something that couldn't be accomplished!

Marten was also a fan of the Knight King.

"... at the end of the day, you will be a fool."

"Something like that! I 'm-"

To Marlten, who speaks fervently of Ark's feats, the person being told was perplexed, while the surroundings solemnly proceeded with the moving work.

"Mr. Ark was an amazing man."

"Results aren't the only thing, this world. The record says he's a defeated general, but this is how some people are remembered. He's a great guy, really."

Alfred speaks quietly to Yelena, who is surprised.

"But the transmission of memories is an exquisite generation, who even connected it. It's the truth again."

I don't know what Alfred thinks about bluffing.

Marlten keeps dead-heating the way it is.

It was Team Rudolph, who illegally broke into a base to leap into and consequently sat there.

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The hour is getting a little closer to the present.

At Nederdam in the Dark Night it is the genius, Ivan Brusheek, who gives in to his knees.

Ivan was leaning down with a blurred face. Genius nose columns smashed on his back as he was pulled apart, loaded with drills from scratch. I sat down on Tirza and had him tap into the foundation without any clue. I did everything I could.

I haven't given up completely yet.

One day - that's what I thought my mind was shattering right now.

"Is this the difference in talent?"

A pounding and spilled voice of mind. Disclose a broken mood.

"Non. That's a very off-target feeling."

It was the woman who deceived the name of the enemy, Schauhausen, who denied it.

"That's your lack of effort. It's good to ask for speed, just because the learned spear was wrong, but to throw out the force, the curve is the end of the line. Your spear is full of compromise. God does not compromise. So it's God's spear."

The blonde blue-eyed woman smiled gently.

"You are talented enough to devour God so far with that incomplete spear. The fact that I climbed the mountain with a spear that was incorrect at all costs. I'm not sorry. If you were aiming for the same mountain as us, you might have been Schauhausen by now."

Lack of effort, all that polished self speared and said that to her, there were no lies or babies of any kind. That's why Ivan is so frightened. I wonder how much training she has gained and how far she has come.

To its thickness, to its absolute certainty, Ivan even remembers the thought of vision.

"Unfortunately, let's end this. It is in uncompromising spears that God dwells. I will destroy your fake. Rest assured, we will lose such a pathetic being as you. Here's the right answer. I don't need to get lost anymore."

Spears draw beautiful trajectories.

One spear of despair for Ivan. I was no longer willing to resist him.

"Goodbye."

For a moment, a shadow appeared in her eyes. But my distance is wide open. If you are a spear, a distance that you can afford to stop at twelve. Hence nothing to obstruct God.

God wears thunder.

But...

"disrespect"

"... of Reaper"

He was stopping the spear that God had surely shot through by protruding the wand that Reaper was planting a catch-up blade at an extraordinary speed.

"I will help you by the wishes of a beautiful girl, Ivan Brusheek"

"Dear Rheinberga, Why, no, why are you here?"

Faster than Ivan asks, God and Reaper start a paranormal meeting. The spear of God that makes beautiful and awe-inspiring to all. Without starvation, that spear that streamlines even distorts the body's sensory time. It is definitely the woman who fools Schauhausen who excels in her moves.

Reaper's spear is more pronounced crude than that. The difference between cloud mud when compared. There is starvation, and a grip can be seen everywhere. but it's simply fast. And strong.

"Such a scrupulous spear, this me"

There was something on this spear that irritated her more than that.

Something with a glimpse.

"Hannah is safe. Run away, too. I'll take this place."

"I'll show you plenty of room."

"Pretty much."

"... difficult to forgive!

More spears of God increase sharpness. For a moment, Rheinberga misrepresents' the bill ', so much so that its penetration has the speed and strength to exhaust itself to the brush tongue.

"With that body, well done. So much power."

"This is the move. It's the first time you've seen this. How dare you send my special."

"I look at it with four senses, so... hehe, would you have died now if you had seen it? The White Knight gives us gifts."

It is the spear of God that combines speed and strength. The real one left by Cukrein is the Schauhausen, which receives the four elements combined with the earth's five superb first.

"Go to the high bell ringing. There is your destiny."

"Mine, destiny?

"It's just a thought. Well, don't be. Because it's out of the way. It's a tough way to put it, but I'm just not sure I can fight while protecting this level with my opponent. Now I'm not very good at fighting to protect. Please consider it."

"... ok"

Standing up, Ivan runs away without looking back.

"Don't you have to chase me?

"I'm no longer interested in artifacts. The person I need to talk to is in front of me."

"... hehe, I still don't see it. His future is so much more influential than mine, the finished being. If you don't solve it, it means nothing to that spear, to strength. A grip of sand for the world, such as the strength of the only person. The world is huge."

"Schauhausen is the foundation of the superpower. Our strength becomes the pillar."

"... the White King must have just proved it"

"You didn't have Schauhausen in those days, did you?

"I see. No point in asking questions. Now, let me put my rebuttal to you."

Gokin. Gokin. A sound that I don't think emanated from the human body. Just ringing my neck makes me understand that the monster in front of me is beyond human.

"In honor of your moves, I'm serious too"

Bones ringing all over my body. The density of reapers increases. Crimson eyes swallow their eyes.

"Try not to die"

Acceleration out of normal orbit. Even she who fixed God's spear would have died if it hadn't been for her stained moves. Impact that is not on the brink and still remains.

"Gu!?

But Schauhausen was not raised to sway in predicament. The acceleration of the outside world must also be slowed down in order to reverse. Wear that end point. It doesn't shake and doesn't even miss an earlier win on the needle.

"Shh!"

Hence the spear of God.

"Brilliant."

But Reaper was cutting it off. No, I didn't see it, but I sent it. As if I knew it was coming from the beginning.

Because I see it with four senses, then I can't explain the discomfort. That's been around since the beginning. Rough, unfinished, well, that spear definitely looked to God.

"There's a monster! Where did you learn that spear!?

"I have not learned the spear. I was just watching."

"What do you mean?"

Awesome offense. Obviously this is what happens when a reaper beyond man gets a crowded move, a rolling force all the time. For the first time a concern arose for a girl who believed in God and had not even lost any way. I was wondering what the world was that even this monster couldn't be a terminal.

"It's possible, yes. This, me, my mom's Schauhausen, is..."

"Strength makes no sense. What you make with it, is the strength for it. You are wrong. I think it's a waste."

"I'm a-!"

Reapers swallowed God.

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'... I hate it. Heavy'

To the appearance of a child throwing a spear, a man sees a man's folly.

The man was remembering a child who was his first work and his biggest failure.

He swallowed fast and had great talent. As Master Cukrein could see, that child had twelve qualities together as the Son of God, a vessel.

"I have to be worthy of succeeding your spear."

"People have minutes, Calis. I can't be that one. Unfortunately, so will you. Whoever sees it transcends it, the one who stands on the top of solitude is my God."

A child with 'it' who could not get it no matter how much he once wanted it. It was the nation itself that spoiled it and wouldn't even let it learn what it needed.

The man was desperate for it.

Create a real one. Helma and other impurities. I was blinded by the crappy weather when I used it and couldn't let it inherit the most important thing.

Not yet complete. But I also have the passionate memory of the battlefield with him, the supposedly incessant spear book of God left behind by Cukrein, the genius of linguistics.

The linguistic genius Cukrein is only partly known but true that he played a major role, even when Schauhausen tried to split his spear and leave it as a foundation, which was his stomach. It has not been communicated because he stubbornly insisted that what Schauhausen left behind would make sense and that he himself would be kept secret.

Even with such a man, God's spear was too difficult. It manages to chew it up so that ordinary people can see it, but extremes are what get to the end of a tremendous obsession in the first place.

I taught a few talented people based on this, but I can't help but think that it wasn't a thing at all.

Then let's teach it thoroughly from an early age. The most important thing is to gather people who are obsessed with spears and greedy. If it's beautiful, it should be. Create a paradise in your own country that will give birth to God in the narrow space between Nederks and Marcia. It takes time.

But there's nothing wrong with that.

'I'm sorry. Master Schauhausen, I am a fake.'

Longer than Schauhausen, the second period of time in office after Tigre among the three dignitaries of history. It's great. You should strain your chest.

Sadness for not being able to do that. Compared to that, no bitter acid ordeal makes sense.

Only move forward.

To prove that the only thing he left behind was' real '.

The life of a man named Callis was only for proof of that.

"That's pathetic, Callis."

Seeing Callis, who was delayed in his thoughts before the giant painting, Kunlat, king of Nederks, tied to a chain, pounded and spilled.

"Rest assured, Your Grace. Nedeluxe finally gets the right pillar."

The man's eyes looked pathetically only at the past.

"Don't insult the rest of us."

"I thought the answer would be right out. Because mistakes should be corrected."

Look at the world with the same eyes as Cukrein, a hero painted in a giant painting.