Tower of Karma

Under a starry sky full of heaven, Dion was quietly looking up at the sky.

The brilliance of the stars is too far away, too far from the snakes that drag around the ground. Still, I laugh at my professional appetite for reaching out.

"Normally, you say you're here, right? I'm not telling you, she"

At the end of Dion's gaze was a woman lying on the ground. The whole body, the raw one who uses it in a light mood, can't help but list it, but he attacked like her and kept attacking and attacking, his breathing was interrupted, his lungs squeezed out as much as he could to burn, and he was faint and still moving for a while.

It is an obsession without complaint. No snakes, no sniffles, no voices.

"No, I'm a little tired. It's not easy to compare patience, really."

I was showing it floating, but I wasn't able to afford it with him. I was just doing that because I could sharpen my opponents better by showing them that, and it was a thorough and tough attack from the start, and it was hard to take it. I just kept going through the hole in the needle, and the wear was quite colorfully carved.

"Well, it's about time -"

Do you want to finish your assignment now that you've taken a break, Dion, who just stands up.

"... ma, wait!

A few of them rushing over there are blonde blue-eyed girls.

(Nice hobby, too, Marquis Callis)

Dion defines the product in the future. Is it the influence of my mother-in-law that I become a scum as soon as I become involved with a woman? Observe thin eyes in full and unpretentious ways.

"And I won't let Master Schauhausen serve me"

"But when you wake up, this kid's gonna attack you, right?

……

"I'm not that sweet, I'm sorry."

Dion intimidates by showing off his guillari and spear. Tumbling girls. But still, he was desperate to maintain his standing to protect the woman who became Schauhausen.

It's a pretty nasty sight.

"Goodbye, then"

Dan, and Dion packs the distance with a large stride he doesn't normally show. Girls who are frightened but do not solve the spear setup. Standing right in front of you...

"Ba!"

I looked surprised.

"Hih!?

When I saw the girls wearing buttcakes, I thought Dion had a bad taste in them. It is a bit of a project if it is normal.

"Joke, joke. You guys react funny, don't you? My men want it."

"... eyes, thin, surprised"

"... I don't know if I need it. haha."

The art of preventing the spear of words did not exist even with Dion, the master of receipt. Besides, they're coming with the girl they want. Furious and swinging spears is too much of an adult either. I've already acted in a way that's not adult enough.

"I won't kill you. There's no point in killing. Look, we've slashed each other in the Nederks right now. We can't afford to be tense. It's a time when you have to use everything you can to win. We must fight with our enemies, our enemies, our enemies, our enemies.

Dion laughs bitterly. You won't understand them for saying this. Still, what I've heard today may come in handy any day now. It's the same thing I taught my teacher and stepmother, that I'll find out later, this kind of thing.

"We are the same people of Nedeluxe. While it is true that mutual justice can collide and fight, after you put it on black and white, you should throw away the obsession and put your hands together. That's why I bled time, effort, and some blood. Now that you're enemies, hang them all, what progress and no point. I know there's a lot going on."

Dion smiles at them.

"Still, we should be friends. I think it's a fight for that. Once, one of the people who killed someone I loved came to this country. Well, you hated it. I hated her because she hated her face and she looked retarded. But now he thinks he's my best friend."

There was once a man who came to the single Nederks. A man from Arcadia, a winner, sent by the White Knight, could not be more unobstructed, but many would have had something to think about inside. But at that time, one legend came back to Nederks because some accepted him without being flushed by emotions. A seat of the Three Kings was filled.

"The world is wide. Today, I won, but there are many people in the world who are stronger than me. There's a guy who's strong enough to dislike it."

In response to the words, a falling woman reacted with a pickle.

"I don't want to lose to them. You know, I want to win. How about you guys?

"... I want to win"

"Yeah. Then let's work together. Your spear is a treasure to this country. Let's go after your God and all of us. So, let's get over it."

Dion stroked the girl's head.

"Then we'll be the first prize."

One day dreams. A foolish serpent who reaches for it. But I won't give up. Push on without giving up. Its muddy, ugly footscratches sometimes reflect another glow, depending on the beholder.

Some people think the snake is beautiful.

For those who can't be the best and can't give up -

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Marten was staring at the battle. Same with Luke standing next to him, and so did Marthus, but he and I watch it a little differently.

God vs. the dragon. It was once the top showdown in Nederks at the time before you. The battle at the helm was a mutual battle against expectations. On that day, when he was ready, Yusar's moves were admired, and even the scene of suppressing Cukrein was seen.

But the result is Cukrein's victory. Youser lost his life. Marten thinks it was a great fierce fight. Luke was of the same opinion in that respect. He praised the moves of Cukrein, an enemy, and was also proud of his father's martial arts.

That the users have been scattered at all costs. It was a tragedy that Cukrein was also taken from there, and 'double black' was also disintegrated, ushering in a dark age. Everyone thought the game in front of them that day was the cut of the apocalypse, though I wouldn't put it in my mouth.

Now, since that day, the format of your match has not been taken at once.

Now, Maarten found herself in the political world. This country was rotten a long time ago, and despite that, only the pride of the superpower was spreading into his world a cave full of people a dozen years ago.

The rotten creatures were cunning and strong on the inside, so much so that no one could help but scratch them, that their influence in this country was immense. Days of eating up the wealth built by our forefathers. It was every day I wanted to spit it out because I couldn't see it.

I disgusted every time I saw the symbol of the rotten Nederks, the Son of God. Sometimes I thought it was a natural reaction when I saw Callis walking away.

But as a result, the symbol swept them away. I let him lift it up and then kick it off all at once. The Son of God left by Cukrein, who won the match before you, which was the cause of the apoptosis, stormed around beyond everyone's imagination.

There is a lot going on and there is now. Now Marlten thinks. Nothing to waste, he said. By everyone's pile, whether good or bad, everything is connected and now. The game before that day also made sense.

And today, this battle must also make sense.

"Yikes! That's good, right there! Do it! Oh, shit already!

"... I didn't know. I didn't know the Duke was like this."

"Well, then you do. It's been a long time since I've seen this idiot go back to being an idiot like this. Really, when's the first time?"

Marten glanced slightly at the two people who were smug.

"Speak up, you guys. Speak up! The warriors are fighting!

"Which one should I support?

"Mm-hmm. Do I know! Do what you want!

"That's right. You said it, Claude! Fly! Just fly!

"... kuku"

Marthus smiled when he saw him return to the hearts of two elderly children.

Something similar around you. Usually you're just stupid if you peel it off even if you're fixing it. He thinks this is his hometown. The air my father didn't have when he was a Trinity. A time when no one was allowed to be stupid or anything like that.

Not now. Now I'm sure...

"Both sides! Dead end! I'd rather win than win!

A roar that rips the world apart. The more frightened the previous two were, the louder and more feverish their voices were. Folks like, "It's like Marthus," "Oh, former Sanguinis," "It's half shoulder width," "It's a muscle mass, even though your face is refreshing," and so on.

"" Respond!

Two spears bounced as if I had said so.

In the final phase, this country will recognize those who won this battle.

It has nothing to do with past performance. I don't have enough build-up as a martial officer to question my track record in the first place. If there is no battlefield in a time of lost war, now that they shine most, we have to decide on this occasion. Everyone would say you should win because you're stupid.

Everyone loves the fool, the strongest thing.