Tower of Karma

The sun went down.

The winners gather in succession for the splendid and countless sparkling venues. It was Fenris Gank Strider who showed up earlier than anyone else. Then Skoll, a subordinate, tries to get in and waits for the others because he seemed prominent.

Xena and Mira enter the venue at the same time. As a result of Gilberto's relentless stripping, he had managed to grab the right to compete in the main battle after a desperate cloth hunt on his last day.

Lionel enters with great prestige. Its overwhelming presence was so prominent that it could be felt not only by other athletes but even by ordinary people in the venue.

Palomides, Lamberto, Palom and Arcadia also had quite a few wins left. Even with all that squeezing, so many countries are moving on to the main battle.

It would be quite a cynical battle.

In the meantime, an old man was visiting to greet William the White King.

"This is Lord Leurik, the king of the sea. Even if you can't come all the way out here to say hello, let's get something out of here."

"It's scary to let the king of Arcadia go out. Sometimes the Great King, is his son a breath disaster?

"Yeah, thanks to you"

Leurik turns his gaze to the three children who are with his mother.

"You can only see the three of us, can't you?

"Are you talking about a fourth person?

"First person, huh?

The eye of the crook, the leader of the previous generations Vike, who, after giving way to Rikhardo, hid the lair as he liked on a roll. But Govan vandalized the territory as Nederks' general, and finally his successor Rickhard disappeared after driving Vike off the land. To this day, once again, per the throne of the chief.

"It depends."

"If so, no problem."

That's what Leurik says and goes back to his seat.

"Lord Lulik is still unable to eat."

Raphael, who is nearby, whispers in his ear.

"Huh, I didn't think I'd be able to connect lately, but apparently I was begging that one"

"... No way, no matter how rough you are. One or which person. Not so foolish as to weigh the Arcadia, the great power, with those who have no shield behind the nation."

"Oh, it's not stupid. Rather, it is above those kings in troublesome ways. He crosses with the fierce sea in five minutes and has taken many victories in local warfare. Land vikes and sea vikes are separate. Vike led by Rickhard and Vike led by Leurik are also separate. There are good and bad things about each other. Unlike Rickhard, the king of the sea, who rarely goes up to land. I can't believe you're showing up here."

"... is His Majesty expected?

"I expect everything. You, too."

William stares away from time to time. That frequency has become more frequent lately. That can't be happening, but it's suddenly going to disappear, it's even drifting like that.

(It's my fault. His Majesty is still young. The same is true of the present 'Difficulty', but we still need the guidance of the Great Hero. We have the best king. That's enough, it's all worrying)

Raphael doesn't see the end of his eye.

No one can share it, so he can't escape being king yet. Five bodies already, even though it's harder to find a healthy place.

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Almost all the remaining players entered the venue. All of them won by pushing the mighty men in line.

That said, there are several of them who clearly stand out.

"Al, you're late."

"You ran away because you were about to lose by slapping me in the mouth."

"That's not it. Ooh."

"Which way?"

Mira and Xena, for some reason the two of us were moving around a lot. We are beautiful women to each other and skilled enough to win the main battle. Popularity is soaring.

"Do you want me to stand out late? Second fry, really."

"Ma, it sure doesn't feel good."

"What can I do for you and am I late, or is it deliberate?"

The frustration of the fastest arriving Valhall forces had reached its peak. However, I'm not saying anything about waiting, Alfred, so no one gives a crap about saying that if you don't like waiting time in the first place, you shouldn't come as fast as possible.

It is only returned with a mysterious theory that says that the faster is stronger.

"... are you here"

Someone perceived the visit earlier than anyone else in the venue.

A little later, the entrance begins to creep more and others begin to notice the anomaly.

"It's Alexis! The Golden Knight is here!

The pedestrian hedge that was hanging at the entrance cracks. Alexis appeared with tremendous cheer from the rear.

Sometimes it was the second time, and some frowned at the fact that they had come late, but when they saw those who followed from behind him, and the multitude of marks they had, they were stunned.

"Dude, how many did you take down?

"The cheer at the entrance is unnatural. Too big, too long."

A bunch that showed up carrying huge cheers. The reason I'm late is...

"They put a net near the entrance! Were you crushing the people who came back from one end? Reasons for being late, tons of marks, it all ties together"

Fenris distorts his face. He got hit, and he had an inner teeth bite.

"The reason I crushed it... probably to cheer it up, I don't know. Oh, no."

Skol sighs. Because now this place has become their private arena.

Hot air boiling behind. They took everything at the end of the day. The battle so far, it created enough fierce battles to smear them.

"You're a prominent wanker."

Fenris, who shelves himself, narrows his eyes when he sees those who follow him. One face I've seen, and several I've never seen. They're all strong, but the problem is one man. The flashy appearance has a very quiet atmosphere inside.

Terrible, strong. That too is strength backed by experience.

"... hello"

When I look at the mighty, I convince myself that where my lord has restored his composure, Skoll is a bloodstream. Strong things react to each other. And elevate each other.

"Hey hey. That fancy guy, he seems pretty strong."

Beatrice intended to shake the appropriate topic, but seeing Claude's complexion clogs the words. Claude, who stares at the man in a bluish manner, also has a glimpse of great animosity and a hidden but slight fear.

"Hey, who is he?

"If it's not my mistake. Oh, that's Sans Ross from Estado. Don't forget. He was in the Great War against the Nederks against Estado. I've fought a few times too. It was the Heavenly Lion who stood out, but it was the Suns bastard who was making the unpleasant move. He's strong, but he doesn't exist, and when he realizes it, he shows up, he's gone, and he's a shadow of divinity."

When Beatrice glanced around, there was obviously only a temperature difference between the Nedeluxe factions. Intense, Sylvie and others are even letting go of the killer. It's not normal. That, in the opposite sense, was the same for Estado. This is the look of confusion.

"In the most unpleasant phase, Mr. Malthus was ambushed. He was the general, and he was the strongest guardian. Amelia will do the same. But they pulled it out. And he added a knife to the general and even left. It's a shame. Anyway, if it's one-on-one, then we might still not win it. I don't feel confident."

At the time, Sans Ross was seriously injured by Marsus, the great black pillar of the Nederks, who greatly shredded that warrior's life. Neither country was known for the hustle and bustle of shadow heroes from the plain battle and the subsequent backdrop.

But its strength is definitely superb.

"Years, how old?

"I don't know. But I think it's definitely above us. At that point, it was all done. Well, it breaks my heart."

"Then I'm out of eligibility"

Claude was so upset that he didn't realize what was so obvious.

"... right, right, right"

Perhaps someone in the Nederks will raise their voice even if Claude doesn't. Maybe it's from Estado, the former sheath.

"Am I the last one?"

"Probably. Seems like you've had a lot of buzz on behalf of the operation"

"No, it's a corner festival."

Angelum, the operational representative, smiled quietly at Alfred, who bowed his head respectfully. Without a doubt he inherits the blood of a man he loves. No, talent alone would override it.

"Ring the bell of the carving. As soon as the ringing is over, do the opening ceremony righteousness."

The bell that ends rings. No one comes into the venue no matter how many times you try.

"Olumpia qualification, which shall be concluded. The total number of 64 people here has been unexpectedly good. Formally, it's a very good number."

Angelm speaks out to everyone on this occasion.

"The main battle of Olumpia is fought through a winning battle and tournament method. Simply and lucidly, the winner, the last one, will be at the apex of the first Olumpia!

Simple iz vest.

"The combination, this one, is also simply determined by a scratch. Unfair, fair, fateful, isn't it? Come on, brave warriors. Are you ready?

The audience boiled greatly. The most discerning and uplifting way. Even as an entertainment, the tension of a one-shot battle should propagate to the audience as well as athletes and act in a good direction.

The time has come for the main battle of Olumpia, destiny.