Tower of Karma

It was an incredible sight. Those who know the fierce struggle in Olumpia will have a more painful view of understanding.

The hero who defeated the wolf child is on his knees without a hand or a leg.

"Dear National Guard!

Rosetta, who broke in, was also quite hand-worked, despite the fact that...

"Warm"

A touch of armor sleeve, lightly dropped downstairs as if to sweep even dust. Rosetta can only be flabbergasted by the difference between being too unresponsive and not even seeing her opponent's foot. I can't even feel sorry for my defeat. The difference is too great.

(... Did you say that the ultimate state of concentration, the national outline, is on all the other shores? Same goes for Lady Gilberto. into the same realm as us, so deep that it is not comparable to ours)

But all the other shores are pale to the atmosphere, such as Alfred and the National Structure. That's normal. So much so that there are legends that those who go too far dye pale, such as hair and retina. He's also set foot in an area far deeper than Alfred and the others, but...

(And yet why is my self still there? Besides, that inorganicity is like rebelling against the world.... No, I don't care if its true or false. The problem is, I can't win right now. I can't find a tactic)

Gilberto now would even let the sand grain break both ways. Ultra-concentrated, originally equipped with an expanded sense of skill had led to the divine domain. Alfred was also a confident specialty, but there was no element that could beat a sword monster who had stopped being human in a way that was shaking him off so far.

Alfred is a generalist no matter where he goes, and he can't beat an extreme specialist. In addition, Alfred's body had not fully healed. No, it won't heal completely. I did a miracle by imposing myself, but at the price of it, I will never be as powerful as I was then again.

I can get close enough to be ready to die, but...

(Does it reach him now just as close as it gets? even though I'm not sure if it's full)

Biggest computational difference to come here.

Cold sweat tells Alfred's back.

"Still, I'll have to do it."

Maximum power I can give you right now. Far from the rainbow I showed in Olumpia, I nevertheless release the forces that have rested as long as I can to this point. And next to it...

Don't forget me, Al.

"... thanks, Mira"

There was Mira, a novel star who also showed brilliance in Olumpia. The movement of the elusive wind cat left by my mother and her physical ability to an unreasonable degree similar to that of my father.

The two combined, she was undoubtedly one of the continent's most powerful. Compared to that Xena Sid Campeador.

"... I see. Is that all you got?"

Gilberto restrained himself from smiling.

"Come on!

"Aye!

These two are definitely geniuses, and if you thought about their age, they would be complete enough to make a name for themselves in Laurencian history. Their generation was grainy, and if the world were the world, the continent could have turned into a tremendous era of war. Gilberto dreamed that if it were his generation, he would smile earlier.

But myself and them got sloppy. Am I too early, are they too late, or both? Anyway, there was a discrepancy. Besides, one is a warrior already over. I rubbed down my own body to get around the King's Road, and it ended.

I don't know if you're trying to mislead me.

"Too bad."

The eyes of Kensei cannot be deluded.

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"Well, the people here are sober."

"Because there is no entertainment. When I say I'm looking forward to it, it's about drinking."

"... Temee is the best, Tanuki."

"Hikaru"

The head of sand and dust who drank the Sazan liquor drinks up with a pepper as if he were drinking for the first time today. Wolfe, who goes out with booze, still drinks with a laid back look.

They don't have the option of not drinking to these men.

"You seem to care about the West from earlier, but you seem to be so untrained."

"Oh, it's just untrained. But there's nothing to do. Time moves. If you think you've just repeated the times recently, you're already on the run." If the champion of our time is defeated,

"All the world is young, short, old, early."

"Savings. Well, you can't do anything more than live. That's why I'm traveling. Still, at the end of the day, I want to feel it in the distance. The last man who beat me."

Wolfe puts up booze for the West.

(Just a bit of a high wall to get to the end. Kensei, the arrival who broke through something different from my climbing mountain. None of the strength as a general, but just a warrior, no, it would be one of a kind as a sword. Well, going that far is out of interest to me)

His appearance in the final war was exactly that of Kensei. Not even a line on the face, but extremely plentiful to carry out the attack at the point. A point as a place to punch in, a point as a time to punch in, a technique of passing a hole in a needle. If you put them both through...

(I even fly myself to fight. There's nothing for it, so we can reach such a frontier. If I had a sheath to hand over my undressed sword, I guess it would have been different again)

Sheath, we lost Carl. He lost his purpose in fighting. All that remained was a polished sword that was supposed to be with Carl. Shoulder to Wolfe and others when viewed as a simple battlefield, but its strength is severely skewed and not so much affected if it is a large number of battlefields.

(If we can defeat Kensei in Arcadia, there's only one other guy out there who might be full. Well, what kind of mood is it? Well, anyway, you don't have a choice not to move. 'Cause this is the last time, huh? his)

Everything will be settled tonight.

The final phase, what moves and where will it reach?

Wolfe was looking west with the liquor in one hand.

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Apollonia had her eyes on the East, where nothing was supposed to be visible. Stand quietly to see the end of one era with my father's grave. She also felt that this was the last time, waiting for a new era that would come up from the east.

I don't know where I am, but I'm still waiting.

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Tower of business that has not yet been officially named. At its foot, it toured the stone staircase, which was just a stretch of road, and a large number of people appeared to be intruding and snatching each other. Athena, Corsair, while Rosetta fought the Osvalt swordsmen in desperate shape, the rebels, outnumbered by numbers, had been sealed with strength without taking advantage of the narrowness of the stone staircase.

Yes, until earlier, it was a one-on-two schematic that included one-on-one hits between generals and their best friends. The problem is - that the structure wasn't going to last long.

"Oh, shit."

"... damn"

It should be noted that Alfred and Mira, two powerful men, and two breathtaking men had put in all their power, while the second generation Sword Saint Gilberto von Osvalt had won.

It does not retain protruding physical abilities like Fenris. Nor does he possess an outstanding super-response like Lionel. No flexibility like Mira, no reach like Xena, he doesn't have it. Still, this man is too strong.

Ultimate timing and position in offense. The eye of Kensei cuts it out, and the sword of Kensei pokes at it. Even if it feels the same pretense width, how much force it puts in, and everything is above it, it comes above it by finding a spot of depth that doesn't even look like Alfred.

That is no longer the realm of moves.

(I'm not kidding. I knew you were strong. But I didn't show you this far, not in archaeology, not even in Olumpia, I didn't even need to show you, seriously. Damn it, Xena, we're still far away)

Double, no, a sword monster who can't even see signs of rocking unless he hits triple destructive and fast. Knowing the same breath, Alfred cannot therefore forbid war. The man who says Gilberto has reached an incomparable depth and yet has not lost himself, when he says that consciousness will fly if he is now distracted even in the realm. I guess I have very little self or consciousness.

"Retreat!

"Better not"

Osvalt's swordsman stops Athena from trying to go under the Lord's aid knife.

"Out of the way, a!

"In your abilities, the moment you're in time, you're just turned down."

The strength of the Osvalt high brothers, who softly receive the rigidity of Corsair.

"Dear National Guard!

"Wow!? That's just strong."

"If you're a woman on the ten fingers of a great power, all you have to do is go in."

Rosetta just decides she can't stop it alone, or she seals it off for two. Strength wins, tricky combat stops the flavorful rosetta, not to mention the two of us. They are also warriors of the battle, monsters who strive for the height of their swords.

"Gregor is here!?

"That's Shrevia over there!

Alfred's main unit took the form of being pushed behind his back by a strong army. Beyond stuck stone steps, the enemies of those who are downstairs will be them who have caught up. Flipping and starting an engagement doesn't make the situation fragrant. Above all, it doesn't even stand on offense.

Morale can't even go up.

But not all are evil elements.

"Okay, dong pi!

"Wow, wow!"

A guerrilla led by Cres reaches as reinforcements and begins engaging with a reinforced northern soldier led by Shrubia. Their destructive power stood out so much that Ostberg fell into the illusion that the earth swayed with the sound of his proud heavy-duty cavalry and northern roughmen colliding.

"Well, you're young, but you have bones too."

"Lose!

Palomides hanging out with Shrubia with force. The history of the war so far and the experience of turning down Angelm had grown him. The missing force compensates with moves and energy. Show it in tandem with Arcadia's premier destructive shruvia with undiminished energy and guts, even in a series of wars.

Plus...

"No?"

"Shh, shh!"

A bloody lambert has rallied the wreckers and rushed to reinforcements. Hiding with the blood of the horse he was driving, but his body is also taking considerable damage. Moreover, one arm was not forced to tie and move when encountering Gregor or when he broke into the house.

"Oh, are you going to hang out with me with that body?

"My sword is poking. One arm is enough for you, old man!

I decided to go for heights. I can't end up losing. I'm sure tonight is the only time their generation can show their seriousness. You can't practice.

Things that say beating them for real will pave the way. Though the pain almost made my consciousness fly, I've come this far because...

"Beyond you, I'll go first!

"Haha, try it Aoyagi!

Gregor sees himself once in his muddy smell. This is where my own growth began. Be prepared to look directly at where you are now, understand the world where those who are more talented than you travel, and do anything on it. I'm sure he'll be strong.

Because even that self could have been quite it.

That's why there's no clue.

The downstairs presented a chaotic appearance. Reinforcements from both sides mix in and fight to the death. Still dominant is the army of the White King. Because Osvalt can't reach the goal any more than he can attack Gilberto.

The narrow stone staircase had turned into a castle fortress that was difficult to attack.

No matter what hand you use, you have no choice but to defeat it. But I couldn't even spot the light from the tannic side floating in Alfred's appearance. I have no hands. I can't think of anything. Alfred bites his teeth here. I didn't have one good place for myself tonight.

Shaken, read through, and the opponent went up all the best he could. Difference in pawns, power, speed, flexibility, understanding of military law.

The night I was knocked in so badly that I said I didn't like the strengths of the White Knight. The power of the hands and feet that it took ten or twenty years to create does not reach the end merely to pull out the good.

And at the end, the strongest trump card, Gilberto, stands.

I don't know what the Wolf et al. intended, but he hasn't been properly engaged with a powerful man who stood out after Carl's death. In the final showdown, there was a certain amount of 'frown-spit' fairy tales that trumped hundreds.

There is no reason for the younger generation to know more than he or she does not speak about martial arts.

Even if I had listened, I wouldn't have believed it.

The strongest corner left the line at full height, etc.

"... can't win"

For the first time in his life, Alfred was hitting a wall he couldn't help. Until now, I couldn't care less if I did my best. There was a solution at the end of the thought. I can't lead the solution now. I can't pack it up with my own pawn. Because that's what I saw.

"I'm here with that man's life. But as the world says, I'm an anti-white knight. I'm here because I don't care what he thinks. Besides, I'm gonna protect Taylor this time. I'll save you. By frustrating you."

Said the sword would hold him back in his path to protect Taylor's blood in Alfred. I guess he understands as much as there is no happiness ahead of that path. I don't care about the world or anything else for Gilberto.

Gilberto does not consider his sacrifice in fighting and fighting, whether or not he has malice where he is in the first place, without the need for the child to carry his parent's business.

He was a warrior and thought that what was made of swords would be just or evil, but irrelevant, and thereby neither bothered nor needed to renounce happiness.

Living arrogance, such as fighting for the dead.

"Come on, it's time to end it"

From Gilberto's appearance, his emotions fell off again. It became just one sword, and he began to move to slash and throw away the Alfreds in front of him without uttering a word.

"Al, I'll stop you somehow, so you..."

"I can't, Mira. If I could do that, if I could, I would have suggested it to you even though I was lost. I don't like men. I used my feelings. But I did. But I can't."

Gilberto in this state without some gaps. With the two of us finally taking shape, if we go back to one, they'll probably kill us instantly.

Just settle one-on-one twice in a flash.

"... hey, pinch, maybe"

"You have to bet on the mystery of the flesh,"

I shouldn't be able to get it out anymore, but I'll do another miracle to reach the rainbow, my own point of reach. I don't think about fighting my father, who's up there now, and I don't care if he burns out here.

"Al!"

"... Huh?

A moment of thought. There's a sword in that gap.