Tower of Karma

Angelm noticed two discomforts.

One is Claude's intrusion.

Signals raised from the North Gate and the deployment of personnel seconded to the people. And - reinforcements who wouldn't have made it if they were normal for a sudden raid. Then it should be a handful of elites. It is harder to remove it if it is also a talent that is creating intense pressure above all else.

(… as planned, but slightly worse,?)

He was one of the few to know the intentions of this battle. I know and fight only farce. Regardless, I consider it inevitable to die if I am a man to this extent to defeat, but everywhere I go, it is not a real fight in action, and the significance to be won lies on the prince's side.

Now this king's capital was in a perfect balance of power.

He has the possibility that it will collapse, that much influence.

Because he is a man who survived a fierce battle, a bloody estard against the Nederks, and made a name for himself in a short war.

(Ask Gilberto to eliminate it if necessary. good people but not mandatory)

The role of the man who was supposed to be in charge was broken by the movement of the mountain, which was not supposed to move. His name can no longer exist on this stage with the love of the White King. Either way, it looked like Angelm would lose its balance.

The difficulty must not increase too much. You can't go down too far. If the significance of this battle were to diminish whichever way it could be shaken, we would still have to eliminate it.

Gilberto can carry it out without any problems.

Therefore, the first discomfort is minor.

The problem is - the second discomfort.

With Alfred pulling the whole thing west, the east side extends even if he doesn't like it. It was the presence of one troop that follows from its place that was a troublesome enemy for Angelm. Anyway, good idea. Diving through multiple stretched measures as little as necessary, all fate has been removed. Routes crushed with rubble and other things, don't even get into the death path.

Then we'll follow this move somehow. My back tingles. Chills stick together all the time. More acutely than then, and I guess I even got it right. Even the trap of hunting beasts is bad for eating.

Tough guy. It is' real '.

(Ostberg, or)

That battle was also an unforgettable memory for Angelm. As yet, when he did not understand the minutes and had no understanding of the transformation, the righteous king's way, of the man who was intoxicated, he dyed his hands with deeper malice to return the Lord to the same path as himself.

Urban attack by poison. Still a thorn of malice pierced by the people of Ostberg.

Even though he was pushing it, he decided he couldn't cut it off, and Angelm dyed his hands at it. I have no regrets about that action. Even if I went back to those days again, I would do the same.

But he also understood that it wasn't right.

The Lord did not abandon madness. I just used madness as a single hand note. And the further up you go, the weaker the corrupt strengths fade. It's riskier to be out-of-the-box than to win over what you used. That's why I just don't use it.

In the old days, the Lord does not use the hands he likes to use, either.

No, there's no point in using it.

(Me and that one understood. With me, who is born crazy, and His Majesty, who would have been born crazy, there is no way I can walk the same way or anything. I distanced myself, but His Majesty nevertheless needed me. He told me it was his own shadow. I'm sure that's at least pity for the person who uses it, but still, I, that's all I die for, my Lord)

A shadow called Angelum that reminds me of my old self.

I'm sure I don't - I don't need it from here on out.

I don't even need the same thing as myself again.

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Years ago...

"Angelum, I'm confident in this work."

Anzelm was bringing the mad son, Eckhardt, from the north, to El Touré in a secret way. A chunk of malice offered in front of me. A poisonous gas weapon that reacts poisons and poisons by impact and spreads misty with chemical reactions.

Against malice he had a tremendous sense of smell. What mixes with what can kill more people, the sense of finding it holds things in isolation from the rest of us.

"I know Your Majesty can use it, but you can. Now we can kill more people."

"Wonderful work"

"It's second only to black thunder, but still this. Hundreds of people are Sekiyama then. There's something more, something more. It's in my head. One formula can kill a lot, a lot. Different digits, enough to swallow the whole world... if you take this out of your head -"

"... you really look like me. When I look at you, I can look at myself objectively. We 're-"

"Huge power, unmanageable destruction, weight, woohoo, yes, light,. Speed, Ultimate One, Ultimate is constant, Woohoo, Woohoo! I found it, this is it, this is my point of arrival, this formula will eventually prove my existence."

Eccalyptus writing something on parchment so that it can be engraved gallantly. He remains the same. I can't change it. Because I was born that way, just like myself.

As in earlier times, one day there will come a time when people like him will be needed. Now it is also possible that the malice he carved could be the light that saves people. Still, in the Pacific world, malice like them is foreign and must be eliminated.

"Huh?"

Sword piercing the eccult.

"You should disappear. For the world."

Gripping it is Angelum with a bitter grin.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no! More, more, I will give my living proof of my life. If this is how I do it, let it be, let it be me."

Pulled out sword. Blood tides scattered afterwards. He punched his gut and pulled it out so as to deepen the wound even in case he pulled it out. Sure, a sword that stops the roots of your breath.

The black man smiled pitifully.

"It was great. I'm the only one who recognizes you."

Collapsing Eckhardt. One thing, malice disappeared from the world.

"I'll be on my way soon, too. If the time had come."

Angelm knows.

"Because we... should disappear"

your nature.

When I was a kid, I didn't think of things as beautiful that everyone said were beautiful. My heart boiled when I saw a dying bug and a black herd of people eating it. Morality, ethics learned acquired, rejected it and was intent on living it for good.

Still, because we met...

Beautiful beast of malice under that moon.

Malice burns itself, madness and beauty.

"You were different. Still, I'm trying to pay the price. Then I'll follow you again, too. Destroy and create when the debacle comes one day. Waiting, my lord."

Collect the proof of existence left by the beast of malice, and the other beast waits for the time to fight.

The time has come to liquidate everything. It's something like certainty.

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(Is this man a monster?

Commander Cress, go right to the left, and if you think you've gone far, cut a short cut through people's gardens. The way forward is opaque and unclear. They had blocked the way, burned things, placed weapons, placed people, and transformed the usual arcas.

And yet...

(Why are you seeing the way?

Run around like you know your home.

"Catapults, they're coming!

"Answer!

falling debris. This was not intended to kill. It is a weapon to injure a person's foot, injure, stop, and not kill a horse's foot. Things to injure many and put more strain on enemy forces, not stone throwers for siege warfare.

The idea is spicy. The introduction will also be the first time on this battlefield.

Yet...

"Shine with a shield at the rear. I'm going in."

Instructs him to deal with it without hesitation, and he devours his enemies.

As if you were seeing the way, through the only gap there is, you reach the enemy's throat with an awesome grin, stick it into the enemy formation as you slip in, and scratch the whistle. As it flows, it pokes roughly and accurately at the steeple.

This is the hybrid between man and beast.

I only see things on the battlefield. There are things that shine on the battlefield.

"Stop! We're still a long way from getting stuck in the enemy's ass!

"Answer!

On his back Palomides sees a different way to go than he does.

People continue on shining backs.

Scented general atmosphere. who succeeds the factors of the Grand General.

This was where Ostberg's back was supposed to be tomorrow.

(Now, most of the distance is shredded. You know, you do)

'Distance' scraped with some imposition. The difference between him and me that seemed only to him was clogged.

It's not that far to catch up and hunt down.

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The forward army's weakness is rearward. side if it is a march in a vertically stretched form. Everyone knows that. But just because you know doesn't mean you can hit the measures, and you'll have to be prepared for some more damage than you're attacking the city.

"The white bear, again!

The side of the line blew up. An army ravaged by the appearing kedamonos. Strike away with the momentum as it is, an attack like a disaster that you don't even know when it will come next. There was a glimpse of the warrior's face as he shredded his opponent's army and also broke his heart.

"We just have to move on. They don't have infinite hands either. Anyway, move on. Someone will arrive, even if we don't. Think of the others as thin while we're under attack!

"Copy that!"

Measures aimed at the Royal Palace, the Tower, separating the army from all passages. The dispersion of power is inherently a downward measure, but this is the best way to do it than the main road was crushed.

Just stuck trying to get the big army through the narrow road. Take some sacrifice into account, while launching a corrugated attack from every passage.

Win with it if someone delivers it. The smell of mud is the only solution in this situation.