Tower of Karma

Not long before Cress made his decision, the squad led by Alfred was still in a predicament. Gregor's attack became more harsh when the horn whistled that the gate had fallen. For that matter, Gregor Squad's wear and tear has intensified, but he's not a soft enough opponent to lose momentum with it.

"Mira, I'm sorry. Will you stop him?

"If you don't mind killing me, don't let me."

"... sorry"

Mira, who was kept warm as a Kingsguard. If I cut this card effectively, it wasn't until I got inside, not outside Arkas. She can't ride a horse. Technically, I practice riding, but I don't have the technology that works at the operational level.

Thus it becomes a battle on foot. Even Mira is disadvantaged on horseback riding opponents. It wasn't just a parallelism, either. It was Gregor and his private opponents who dived through the battle.

"Dear Alfred!

"What!?

make unpleasant decisions, even if the thorns mix slightly with the tone,

"The gate..."

"Huh!?

The soldier's remarks, his eyes on his place, starts with surprise and his expression soothes a little.

"Mira, that was nothing."

"Hmm? Why?

"Anything."

Alfred smiles mischievously. Up to this point, it was turning backwards. I was a little overvalued for what I call a herd, but I also fell into a predicament.

But from here...

"Turn around, all of you! Live is ahead! Forward as much as you can!

Alfred finally grinned before opening his mouth to live.

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Raphael and the others were looking at something incredible.

The path that wasn't supposed to open was opening its mouth. It's - it's not tactically possible, and it's obvious it's not our intention. I also thought the commander upstairs had decided to send reinforcements, but Raphael shook his head saying that was unlikely.

(Interrogation does not reveal one thing. Perhaps the people here have not been informed. Nothing about why that gate opened or why the other gates were knocked down. -)

Thorough information control. I thought it was a gathering of your friends, but the information has been narrowed down to the point where it is cold enough to compare to the regular army as well. I guess they are not so important to their Lord. The distinction, the discrimination, was clear without suiting my face.

"All men prepare for battle. There's an avalanche coming in!

The gates that were not supposed to open, the doorways of Arkas, were now opening.

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Black outfit. The man appeared silent at night in darkness.

My fist crushes and my kick explodes. Blowing meat, crushed bones, not long after shouting, without grasping the situation, the space turned into a dead place.

Only by the hand of one man.

(You idiot, it moves for ten, it's a trick. Single, no matter how monstrous you are. It should work, etc. -)

On the verge of expiry, the man entrusted with the opening and closing of the gate gave a strong grin. No matter how strong the man is, physically that trick won't work.

Mechanism schemes introduced in redevelopment. This made it a strong, huge, artificial gateway that didn't even come with a broken castle hammer.

The man takes one deep breath before a trick that moves in large numbers.

And...

"Blah!

An explosive blow was struck along with a seismic leg so that the cobblestone could smash, and the trick moved, a trick that could not have moved at the hands of a single human. A man who does the same thing over and over again. Slowly, but surely, the trick moves. Giant gear that starts turning, sounding heavy with gibberish, gibberish. The power is transmitted.

The force - interlocking.

(Impossible)

During his death, the sight was so frightened and giggled that the man was off track. A trick that turns around slowly every time you get punched in.

Little by little, that speed increases every time you increase your fist punch. If the force has begun to flow, it is that there is no making to control it.

The man was a fist man. Deemed to be a genius, he arrived young to the nine strongest men in the real kingdom of Sin, abandoning his position and seeking further heights.

He is a real fistman.

By the time I heard the noise, but almost came here...

"Angry."

This punches hard and small at all the punishment and stops the trick.

One gate was completely opened with this.

"... dammit"

The man sighs "ugh" as he strokes his bloody fist.

"That's enough, King Sama."

The real fisherman from the East, Black Star, made the matter complete as if it were a trivial matter.

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The gate, which was not supposed to open, was open, and Raphael was forced to make a decision. One is to temporarily retreat here and re-establish your posture. Even if we scratch them here now, we won't be able to stop them from breaking in. But unless you can even get your attitude in order. The city behind is strewn with measures prepared by Angelm, ready to intercept.

But at the same time, that's to say that Raphael admits to his own failure. Synonymous with renouncing the entrusted South Gate and worshipping the dust of a man who had been defeated by Renault and mocked by the White Knight confusion. And to get William to admit he's his successor, this is...

Maybe that's a stupid stray. Maybe it's crap pride. Still, this is all he has.

There is a height in this world that cannot be reached, and there is something that cannot be obtained. Then at least, at least, you can't just let go of the last 'it'.

"Lady Rafael!

"... prepare to intercept. They can't be inferior to the UAE, our regular, highly skilled Arcadian army. Wouldn't you?

"You're right. Let's kick your ass."

Besides, his soldiers are also elites in the elite who have been forged by many ahead. Those who survived those war-torn worlds and were never cut off during disarmament. The mighty men whom Raphael gathered first with his authority.

Then it may not be a bad minute of battle either.

reinforcements coming from another gate that would come from behind. Faster than its arrival, it strips the U.N. crowd surrounding the prince with forged soldiers, naked and restrained. No, I guess I should be stuck here.

He's a spark, a factor that threatens this Arcadia.

"I'll get rid of you."

Raphael snapped small. He hasn't noticed. The look on his face when he snapped so much is the same thing his own father used to show against his brother, saying he's getting closer to the one he thought would be a bad idea.

It should be you who is chosen.

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Alfred frowned when he saw an army preparing to intercept at the end of the gate. Alfred thought once they left, shifting to the inner tactics they would have prepared. To say you won't do it is to say you're not ready.

(But the opponent who started this night raid and even read it through to the surprise raid from the inside. Close measures should be stretched inside. Saying yes, but prioritizing stopping on the water? Even though you say another gate is broken? What are you gonna do if they poke you in the back? intent is unreadable)

A hand in the will. It's supposed to be a bad hand. Alfred reads it deeply and explores intentions. Some stray had arisen from the shaking from a hand that could be a bad hand if one thinks of the whole thing as a night raid, where one would cut off as an immediate bad hand if one were to normally do so.

I was wondering if there was any point in the anti-war there.

If the reinforcements from this one do not arrive by the opponent's measures in the first place, it is this one who gets pinched, and that is not unlikely. No, otherwise there wouldn't be a reason to oh. and more and more embedded in the swamp of thought.

Still, there is only one option you can take in this situation.

(Well, when I get here, it's until I get to my stomach)

Alfred inspires everyone with a spare grin.

Behind him is the Gregor army, who, once distanced, comes in without a re-assault. There is an army that stands by to see if there is any intention ahead. Move on or hell, stop on or hell, then, let it go and show.

No matter what hand you use.

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I've been lost. There is no point in saying Osvalt, pride and perseverance, your will when you think about it. I threw away some weakness or something, and that's what I was thinking. But no matter how far I thought about it, no matter how far I tried to fight it, I couldn't end up bending myself over and hurting something important.

I was just a little relieved to see that. Because he was the same person who couldn't bend himself off. I wondered if it would be a little, just a little bit better with him.

"From this we shall be a national bandit."

I lost my stern and tender father.

"Stupidity to say that polished moves for the nation will be directed at the nation"

I didn't like it, but at the end of the day I lost my brother who got a little gentler.

"Still, I draw my sword for those who think I'm right"

I loved it. Hey, I lost my first love.

"There is no glory in this battlefield"

A weak self who couldn't do anything. Stupid self who did nothing.

"Still good, only those who are ready, continue to me"

I had no choice but to say I would do nothing more.

"Come on!

I just don't want to lose any more regrets.