Tower of Karma

Alfred is stunned by the presence that appeared in front of him as he rubbed his neck.

I dreamed they were there.

"We, the spiritual protectors of men. Even before the great Creator, it should be noted that my love only increases. Let us love you, and stain my hands with sin."

The golden light speared through the man's body.

Like a beautiful goddess. The woman was sticking out her fist. Just a positive-fist thrust, now the power that transcended her person and the martial arts that had been extremes for 10,000 years had just given a shine to a positive-fist thrust.

A spear of light gently struck out with a grin.

"... Impossible"

There is no distress for a man even though he can vacate multiple wind holes. There is pure perplexity, a level of civilization that is about the age of sorcery, even though it was somewhat advanced, beyond one's understanding, and so on. It should all be under Schwartzbard's observation.

However, the startling situation is further transformed.

"Now if this boy is the master, my black iron will be here!

"Let us lend our strength to Him with a slight force that will continue to think of the land that we have immaturely turned into a wasteland. You're really weak, we are."

"I've been barely told, but I'm free and I'll go out with you. Proud eagle country, engrave the sword of disease rage! And go see Galerius reign, it's a good country!

"I'll give you as many weapons and protective gear as you want! Iron Country moves from the time of sorcery, especially carving! Lewis? Those are the exceptions. Those sloppy guys, they make so much business. Because the productivity is low! Because it's also good for the Iron Country."

"I'm doomed."

"What a fast and doomed place you are."

Everyone around here has turned to the enemy.

"I'm just scrap-and-build at high speed!

"Oh, excuse me."

The ghosts who keep appearing. It is a journey trajectory. The dreams I have seen gather there.

With the eyes that see things hard to believe, the Lord of Creation sees them in large numbers of ghosts. Damage is no big deal. There is no entity in this body in the first place. However, it was unlikely that it was' unrecognizable 'no matter how many times the operation was repeated in Schwartzberg.

Their magic ceremony has stopped functioning a long time ago.

There is no chance in itself that there is still a presence in the world.

"... what's going on, are you there?

"Does God not dream?

The neck of the Red Lotus dances in the universe. A man wearing a silver flash, a beautiful silver flame, says no.

"... a dream, you say?

"No, we stopped dreaming and entrusted it to you tomorrow"

Silver flames and black flames intertwine and swallow red flames.

"It's just a ghost"

The ghosts who lost their history by giving themselves to the sorcery ceremony.

Alfred saw the shadow of his father on the back of the man at the head of it. I don't know if the silver flames make it look that way, or if his presence makes it look that way.

"You're the same thing."

"Not at all! I just left a backup on the pale star as insurance before I died. It can't exist without the hard left. If the ritual remains, it can be explained, but the presence of the lords is also unlikely beyond what is left!

"But here I am. If you only deny the phenomenon, you can do it to fools. God, give us the ceremony. If you can't, it's not a curtain anymore."

The boy who truly poked his wand and created the earth in space was full of war.

"... those underachievers who just specialized in one area: occult, six-sense, thought they could beat me where the geese were lined up!

A flame strikes heaven with a man roaring.

Awesome enthusiasm and presence. All I can say is that I have united all things.

"... God, huh"

"Don't be shy. We're here. To the two earliest disciples of the Demon King, the most powerful queen uniting the kingdom for 10,000 years that even his demon king could not reach. A hawk that flew hundreds of millions of miles in search of the mighty, to the mighty Black Iron General in the flock. Not as heroic as my brother, but so am I."

They challenge without being frightened by the likeness of God's beauty.

There is no hesitation or patrol there.

"Are you, Master Arcas?

"... I'm only halfway there. The name remains. And then my brother took over."

Arkas watched other sorcery ceremonies, the sacrifices of his former friends, the struggles of his contemporary-living brethren. A bunch of fools who are dead, who have lost their existence, and who continue to prove their love. He is a comrade of war who danced crying on the stage of tragedy.

"Surely this world may have been prepared by God with some intent. I guess our strange sense is moving, too. But there's no reason to stop walking because of that. There's no reason to do what the script intended. Scratch as hard as you can, as your father did, and you yourself scratch out again. Until the time of death, until the time of inheritance."

Pull out the sword and the silver flames show further heightening.

"I prefer comedy to tragedy. Perhaps so will your father. For those who are tired of crying, laughter sometimes saves them more than any medicine. Are you going to march down that road? Let me show you, show us, show us all, make us laugh!

There is more will on the part of all, and the battle adds even more ferocity.

Alfred can no longer see.

"This is your story! Alfred Ray Arcadia!"

That's what Arkas says and goes back to the fight.

With the silver remnants...

"I know you're saying it's no use!

"No! My love is immortal. My children are immortal again!

Thousands, tens of thousands of spears of light pour down.

"Immortality is too much! There is nothing indestructible! But we can leave it even if we perish. My Black Iron will remain and protect the next generation. Inheritance is still with us! Even if Ostberg perishes! We're with them!

The stacked general 'the men' scratch the flames and approach God.

"Eagles are rampant things. But you have to protect the nest!

A streak of disease rage. The supreme martial authority, woven with witchcraft and martial arts, suppresses God.

"Why, I don't understand!? Far inferior to Sir and others, what the hell can you expect from those who have even lost six-sense!?

"I still can't figure it out. Look at their development. Can't you remember yet?

"Nothingness is the saga of a person, a remarkable nature. Every time they lose, they approach the truth. The seeking heart finds the right wing, the ceremony."

Two mages, two last disciples left by the Last Demon King.

It was applied to rare geniuses and the education of pearls gave birth to them, saving the world with numerous sacrifices. I don't know if it was meant to be or not.

"I dare you, my sister's apprentice, Magic Nyx!

"I'm annoyed, my anti-aging uncle. What is it, Uranos?"

"You just look young! We're gonna put out some magic light!

"Well, don't shrink to the back length without doing anything, it's not Grandpa. I got it!"

The two good attributes are opposite poles. Nyx who gets soil and water, Ulanos and flames who gets wind, Nyx who gets thunder. The magician reaches the point where they work together and combine the five.

Fifth Field.By daring to deflect it--

"" Look at destruction and poison, the ultimate in malice!

"... oh, that"

The light swallowed the man.

Alfred suddenly remembered a man. This malice looks familiar. When I was a kid, I had bitter memories of approaching a workshop and being angry with my father, who was rarely angry. No, I was just tampering with it myself. I was too scared to stay distorted.

Because it was my first experience of touching real, pure malice.

It was not myself who approached him, but the alleged malice. Eckhardt tried to infiltrate his new understanders, his lord, into his still smaller self in search of destruction.

For some reason, I remember.

"Oh, that's him. Arch's memory, Sir's memory, retrospectively, is the only thing you can expect. Genius, intelligent only in the solution on malice. It gives birth to a ceremony that even Sir and others who have lost their sense of Six can understand. At any rate, that there was another, one sharp in malice. There is no salvation because the bud of development is cut off by the presence of the same species"

"Become!?

"I'm saying there's no entity. Besides, the poison has already transcended. Even if there was flesh, there was no way it would pass us by. Hard work."

God, I guess it is. Even their secret art is a sphere of understanding.

"Destroy them with your magic."

Same light. The formula (route) of arrival is just different. The solution is the same.

Awesome destruction swirls. Destroying the world and its light began to expand.

That 's--

"Aiya!

That, one fist, a magical helma blown with force and twisted down.

Everyone stands up, including the man.

"... as usual a monster, Baba"

"I thought I told you it was a bad habit to have a bad mouth, education!

Helma decopins to Arkas who unleashed the floating words. My head disappears.

"Thus again we are ghosts. Do you want a thousand hands from each other without an entity?

"... I thought he was dead"

Arcas with a decent head on. It was an indescribable expression.

A witch who watched it grate. Uranos glimpses the sight with ease.

"And I don't like this woman. Oh, my goodness."

Endless struggle. Helma was right, there were no hands on either. Together, there is no entity, and neither is recognition. them outside the recognition of God and God.

If it is, it is inevitable...

"Wish you a strong choice. It burns your love and burns your soul. Let's focus on that choice. What, my mother's on it. Rest assured."

"We need to get the fold right to the status quo. Regardless of God's thoughts, I find it fascinating that you can connect to an unrestricted Schwartzbalt, I... Me or Gaius, I probably took my hand without getting lost. And you would have used it down. Because I was the king of my greed, me and Gaius. Different direction, though."

"If you get lost, you can't shake it off. It's up to you!

"You should like it. There is no great significance to each person's choice. But don't forget that the backlog will be history."

"You're good at not forgetting, aren't you?

"Think again."

"Think."

"Let's follow that choice."

"We are ghosts. Because of the shell I already entrusted to you."

Even if it's a shell out, I'm worried about the future, is it connected, really, the bottom of my heart. They wanted the future, man's tomorrow, for it to shine.

Alfred thought he was amazing and beautiful, although he still couldn't find a ceremony in this. A forgotten history, lost everything as a result of desperate resistance.

This world was full of love. As long as I don't forget, I can fight.

"If it's my respected back, I'll say this."

Slowly Alfred laid his sword. Take the posture of abode.

"Believing in formula-free solutions is delusional. Find reason in the flash, for the first time with a ceremony. It is your own. I think so too. From the bottom of my heart. I'm sure it's a shortcut to take your hand, but I'm not going back to what I once thought I knew all the answers. The world is vast, and there's a lot you don't know yet. You won't see it all."

A golden flame rises. Look at that. Arkas breaks up with each other.

"I can see it! If you get me, totally, clearly, everything!

"I guess they didn't see, did they?

Pale light mixes there. Helma looks at the stack where it is and nods.

"... let's like it. Let's admit we're not complete, including doomed. But at least it is unlimited and totally close in the civilization of Sir and others. Approaching Sir's wishes, the shortest and best is to use me! No lies there!

"Yes, I guess. So I got lost."

And the red light bursts. The samurai said, "Respond!" I laugh.

Various lights gush from the boy's body.

Spit out everything you get on this journey here.

That's why I'm turning you down for one reason.

"... why!?

"I don't care if you, God, don't care."

"... kidding, don't do it. Such, nonsense, in the ego."

There was a rainbow in the world.

with the boy's readiness. In the future, I will not beg you to forgive me for not taking this hand, for not saving my life. Watch, and the king laughs.

That's Alfred's lie. The look of a king to show to 10,000 people.

Though I'm sure the day won't come when it really will. Whenever, wherever I go, my desire is those days in the 'North', and I wish there was someone I loved who could just be accommodated in my palms, though that's all I would want.

I found out all this love. Then we shall return the blessed self to the world again.

With a sword that pierced the one you loved, you also cut off your future with the one you loved. That's not going to be any consolation for them to lose.

Still...

"I decided to lead. Here and now, I swear!

Happy journey. I now know the meaning of that journey in its true sense.

I was dreaming. Surrounded by a lot of love.

"It's my story from here! I'll write the script! I don't need any help there. Smiling, funny story, a comedy that only I can paint!

So let's give it back to the world.

"Chi! I can't help it. Once you leave..."

"Don't move, God willing ex-ningen"

Chains restrain a man's body. Mysterious chains, stretching from the back of the world.

"Ki, why are you here?!?

"Did you think you were the only one planting yourself? An endless being that doesn't have as much power as a baby if you don't go through people. It's time to perish. People are on their way to the next stage. Yes or no, the age of magic came to one answer. They will also, sooner or later."

"That chain, Master? Same trickster."

"Well, you just have to destroy it. To the habit of dying."

"Stop, I..."

"Farewell, Sin Prometheus. Excellion in this age will turn you down."

The thoughts of the ghosts gather in Alfred's sword.

The rainbow sword, the sword of hope, man once called it Excelion.

The sword of hope and the sword that breaks the demon, which once severed Sin Evelice as the ultimate one, overlap. Like a flash. A history stacked in a man's life. Cluttered, thick, accumulated with various thoughts, it turns off the myth of Genesis by floating a wide variety of colors.

"Help me, brother."

The blade of the supreme swallowed all that was awkward, and the world was rained.

The choice for the next era has now been exchanged.

"It's time to awaken, my king."

Arkas puts his hand on the shoulder of Pong and Alfred. A faint warmth in your cold looking eyes. Really he looked like my father.

"Look out for the end of the man who walked in his footsteps. Everything made sense. If they had an edge on the land, they wouldn't have been able to rush like this. It is not appropriate to regain the power to fight, even in your heart, if you resonate with the snuff. By thanking him, it was the man who made the choice."

Nyx waves firmly.

"Because you're a ghost. So, I'm watching. He's the one who left Gaius, then you. Make sure you make us laugh. And someday..."

Uranos swallowed the last word with a complicated grin.

"I love you, my son Alfred"

Probably saying it to all mankind. Helma embraces Alfred as much as she can. If it were an entity, it would be dead now.

"Sometimes you'll regret this choice. That's fine. Me, my brother, everyone had a life full of regrets. I should have done it then, I should have done it this way. You have to. Because the remorse, the thought, must leave something behind."

Arkas gave him a lousy grin. And that clumsiness to my father.

"Come on, march. This is your story."

"Yes!

Pushed back by them, Alfred stepped out to a new horizon.