Tower of Karma

The measures Alfred had prepared in advance, the siege battle, which required a lot of sacrifice and time, and the inner allies he had planted in advance to soak up the process. Their timing was perfect to see the flames rise from the base or to bee simultaneously.

Three Gate Concurrent Attacks on Meeting Street.

But - if it had been read through, there's no timing, no shit.

"Pinched, Captain!

"I get it! Just stay back. If they pinch you, it's over!

"Oh, you're so brave. He's trying to get along with me."

It is the lady of arms who guards the second gate on a scale second to the west gate and south gate. The wounds engraved on her face are a testament to her history of storming around. Her men, the samurai, are also old soldiers for the first time, but not so compelling or ordinary.

"... it's not a big time, you bitch."

"It's a storm. I don't know any young kids today."

A storm blows before the pirates.

East Gate, the smallest of the four gates, with little traffic. Therefore, if the attacker is unprepared, it is easy to attack and protect, but it can be dropped relatively easily as long as it is ready. The gates are relatively narrow and small, and the use of natural factors around them keeps capital investment as low as possible.

It was the last gate that had not been redeveloped because of its few uses.

That's why I was thinking...

"Guru!?

Athena, who was leading the army, was looking at her with the eyes of the unbelievers. I knew it as information, but as a matter of fact, it's still hard to believe. Wu, a woman but not adamant in her moves, just pursued only her strength even.

It is no longer force, it is violence.

"Weak. So do I take that man's neck? Reorder, you fucking kids."

A giant body I don't think of as a woman. And a musculoskeletal body.

Whenever I wave a weapon at the mercy of my strength, people dance as if even weeds are blowing up.

"... you monster"

"You say that, Garnian. There would have been the only woman 'stronger' than me."

Instead of Lütes, Eurydice, Nika and all the others, she barks that she is stronger herself. Even that girlfriend is a monster who says' strong ', a very close and very distant relative to Athena.

"It's none of my business."

"It's none of my business either. There's only one fact here... you're weak, we're strong, that's all."

Offenders of Northern-born violence storm around.

The South Gate, the gateway to Arkas, had already been suppressed by all the armies that had beeped up at the hands of General Raphael of the Army of the Kingdom of Arcadia. Whoever resisted without saying whether or not he did so, he killed, and whoever gave up, he restrained and took captive. Fast hands are just the thing.

"No, you can't."

"What about the request?

"It will be tidal time. It was a good job, unfortunately."

The killer flavor, which should have been mixed among the raised armies, had retreated from the scene unknowingly, seeing it as a bad flag color. In the end, they're not more than hired, and if they don't fit in, it's natural to take a hand.

"... really, it was a good job. I felt like a snail."

I have no hesitation about what they look like leaving. I can't speculate to the inside of it, but still they pulled their hand, only that fact remains the same.

The South Gate is not down. I mean...

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Gregor rips the enemy apart repeatedly and repeatedly. Still, I managed to retain the formation because of Alfred's occasional command. He rounds it up perfectly with a voice that often passes, forming a formation that is about to fall apart.

Plus...

"Dear Gregor. Our damage is not fragrant."

"Is it mostly His Highness's bow? It's a big deal. One shot at the same time while issuing instructions. Almost certainly the power and precision to retain, I can only say brilliant."

"But obviously the U.N. crowd, too unresponsive"

"I guess I'm the crusher myself. There is no main force here. I see that the army, divided into two parts: East and West, brings together the elite, and only the morale of the main unit is high."

"Are you under the impression that you're doing well for poking a gap?"

"Oh. Without this night raid, there would be no such thing as this."

Gregor watched Alfred struggle alone in a horrible mood. Quite a training ground must have fallen out, but it's not on its own with the battlefield. Did I just say that blood can't be contested around being conscripted in the midst of it but coming together exactly?

Had it not been for the night raid, had it taken the lead there, the war situation would have changed one hundred and eighty degrees. But it is also true that there is no 'if' on the battlefield, and Gregor and the other advance parties just vandalized it. Either way, there is no way ahead.

"... if you wait for a breakthrough between East and West, aren't you a little slow?

It hasn't been hours since they scattered. Whatever you think of breaking the gate, there's not enough time, and it's not strange to have the morning as it is. I don't think I can break it in a positive way even if I welcome you. Anyway, the situation prevailed on the overwhelming king's side, and it should have been.

"Dear Gregor! There's a whistle coming from the east gate."

"... I'm hearing you!

Signs too fast than expected. Probably the thing that tells you you broke through the gate. East, if so, probably Kress's army. I didn't get the impression that it was that fast.

"There's a horn whistle from the west too!

"We're in a hurry, too. Something must have hit me first. If they continue to avalanche into the South Gate, Raphael's army will be destroyed. Well, I guess it's not going to be that easy because of those guys. Still, I've never been in a hurry."

Baldovino's army also broke through. What the hell kind of trick can I use to drop a serviced West Gate in just a few hours? No, in the first place, I don't even know if I really broke through. It is only a sign and lacks certainty.

But they had been instructed beforehand by Angelm, the General. Thinking about the worst is always the worst. If so, inevitably...

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A storm blows and a strong shield inhibits the attack.

An army that boasts a small but tremendous degree of skill and strength. This is the shield of the country, Gardner's army and the destructive power of the storm that commands it. Touch the armored sleeves of the flock around the pirates of the desolate, showing the difference in blowing power.

"... I still don't like land"

"Me, I've never been on a boat, but you're a pussy in a puddle, right? Pretty thing. Waterplay suits you, huh? Because you're weak."

Storm, Corsair bites his teeth at the back of Hilda von Gardner. It is the same with their fluency that the words of the weak are powerless, even as they differ. Weak ourselves are bad. I don't deserve to say it back. Still, remorse stings.

"Ha, you're really cute. Half the people who were rambling in the deception. Crush them all. Show me this isn't a puddle or a place where kids get used to each other!

"I know!

Strong and tough. With a force of more than a size, it's just one last push.

"Dear Hilda!

Then the shadow slips in. Neither are the signs fragments, not even remnants of the intent to kill, and the sword goes to the throat of Hilda, the commander.

"Huh!?

A far cry from war. Pirate opponents didn't even make it into battle. But all of a sudden there was a war. That's a very hard one, too.

One hair at a time, Hilda was guarding against that ambush with her sword.

"... you're Sans Ross, right?"

"I threw away the name. Now it's just Baldovino."

The center where the warring soldiers were surrounded. A man fleshed out to Hilda as he slid through between the shield and the shield. The strength of the man was also cultivated on the battlefield.

It is the history of war that is shallow compared to Hilda, but it inherits all of Jed, who was Estard's best tactician and unparalleled general.

"Lamberto! Ivan, kill him!

Bardovino et al. Roar. Lambert and the others jump in in the form of a back push to it. Regardless of Ivan from another country, Lamberto, who lives in the same country, may have had hesitations. Moreover, it is equal to the first line in the form of war.

Still, Lamberto shoots through with his sword. The overspeed thrust penetrates the warriors in multiple ways with a high rotation. Ivan's spear also entangles his opponent's shield and tightens it with an empty gap. Spears from neighboring Nederks, fighting the storm is easy. Even if you haven't actually encountered it, some of the spears cultivated in the competition have their countermeasures.

"... you have a good voice"

"I don't really like to speak up"

Bardovino scratches, slips and slashes away, surrounded by many of his men in the middle of the enemy line.

Like a shadow, like a ghost, mowing life like a reaper.

"Retreat!

"Understood!"

Hilda who sees the situation as bad or makes a decision to withdraw immediately. The discernment around it is just experience. Baldovino glanced at his men and gave instructions not to follow them.

"... what do you mean"

Corsair, who had heard nothing, was staring at them with disbelief.

"It's a bunk. If your tricks succeed, I will use the following measures."

"We haven't been told anything. We're gonna talk all the time!

Deceived and used as a trick, there's no point in them thinking so. But Baldovino sees them with eyes that have no emotions whatsoever.

"Are you confident that you will never divulge it if you are captured and taken prisoner? I don't have it. So until I took the stage. If I was in the opposite position, I wouldn't have known. That's war. Give me the full role. That's what I want."

Baldovino instructs with his jaw. The aim is - the West Gate, which is still alive.

"I didn't go through the gate."

"Oh, we're from below"

Yes, the measures prepared by Alfred.

Cloth stones for use in various applications lived here.

"Downstairs, then?

"It's a waste of time. Explain as you proceed. Follow me if you can move."

Baldovino walks out. Ivan, who follows with no expression in the same way, and Lambert, who cares about the outraged pirates, will not stop walking again.

They know.

He said the battlefield is a battle against time.