Tower of Karma

Rosetta couldn't even move to an incredible sight. Until now the cap for her has been Atrocities national guard Aswan Nasser, Alfred who miraculously brought it down. But she knows. He just temporarily shouldered by paying a huge consideration. The original power was won by Aswan Nasser greatly.

When I did see Kyle, I thought he might be a little more than that. The size of the body, the way the muscles attach, the rigid and supple body is a word of rolling. A monster of the same class was also in Laurencia.

She was surprised by that fact until yesterday.

And today, now, on this occasion, that sentiment was overridden.

"Anger!

…………

by the feast of the two monsters.

Swords with obvious more precision than earlier. Grab the 'dot' at a depth no one can perceive and the sword responds. A few times what it looks like, it's heavy, and then it's a soft sword. Simply a force stronger than him to stop that one, that's what should take twice or triple power.

The stone steps explode. The sword of the giant body shakes the stone as if it were dust, crushing the ground. Without any mercy, without any hesitation, you will strike your sword into Kensei for every obstacle. It was an unusual sight.

It's roughly not a good sight to be created by humans.

"Blah!

"... ugh."

But this man, Kyle, exhales red, and continues to create that irrational and extreme scenery. Wave the stone stairs, the stone walls, everything without a problem, and destroy everything. That power is exactly twice, triple, maybe more...

It would be unfavourable posture, but it doesn't matter if it's foot or foot.

Twist all 'dots' with force.

"Then, stupid. Lady Gilberto in that state."

"Even that black wolf will fight a little more discreetly"

Whatever happened, it didn't move, and Osvalt's brave men, who were covering Gilberto, shook. The sword roars just because the moves we believed in, the time and effort we've spent, make no sense. Everything is twisted down with force.

Even more troublesome is...

"What the hell, that Bakemon, it's big but it's too fast."

The monster has a first-rate speed. Gilberto wins the first speed just fine, but within less than a second its power relationship reverses. Kyle's highest speed with huge output is probably faster than anyone else on this scene. It is therefore synonymous with death to take a distance.

Gilberto was spilling his grin naturally. Signs of death I haven't felt in a long time. Fear of death gushing from its body. We're finally here. Even on such a farce, there is a time when you can fight with all your dying power. Neither Wolf nor Apollonia recognized themselves as enemies. I understand with myself that my way didn't sound to them. Ever since I lost my inorganic sword, the man I was supposed to serve...

"Boy! Don't put mud on Carl's face!

"... Ha!

Kyle saw something pour into Gilberto's inorganic sword.

He gained his present power by loss. Vain enough to be just a wave of sword, he was certainly strong. We could have lost if we had exceeded our limits. But the man who was supposed to carry the man on his back, he must have...

"Go, Alfred. I'll keep this place."

"You think I'll let you go?

"I'll go through."

A sword that adds more sharpness. Another sword also increases in strength as it responds.

Everyone had stopped fighting and was fascinated by the battle between the two. I was the only one who showed two people, a bunch of people, that this was the 'real' battle. It seems that the brave warrior will fight for his death. Scratch, that this is the sword of the men who should be heroes.

"... is with the twitch. I stopped the battlefield."

Heroes stop time. There is no intention between the two of us. But those who watch it stop at will. It's scary to break in here.

"... Not today, from start to finish, I am."

Differences in character between different and shown at the end.

"Al! Danger!

Heart We need to stay here. We need to stop Alfred from walking. Gilberto's sword is imminent. Alfred takes a step further without even trying to see it.

I hear Mira screaming. But there's no point in being vigilant.

Because...

"I won't let you."

Because I ran out of words that he would pass. That's what Kyle said. Then there is no question. Because that's what the strongest man on this scene is saying right now.

Diving through the arches painted by the two colliding swords, Alfred moved on slowly.

"Master Gilberto is not the only guardian"

"Be prepared, Your Highness."

The swordsmen of Osvalt hinder the way.

…………

Alfred rocks his body. And in an unnatural orbit from an unnatural posture, he let go of his abode. Exactly what happened to an instant. First shot during one blink, two swords are broken with a blade of return from. The swordsmen are stunned to say no to their swords, not to say no to their lives.

"A little, I'm on my mind. If you want to stand up, be prepared."

Swordsmen stop their feet before the hegemony Alfred unleashes. Gilberto didn't try to blame it.

The Prince's sword has also reached a tremendous level even if it does not reach us again. Even if you don't get that rainbow, you're not a warrior sweet enough that those who aren't hero vessels can be stopped.

(There's no point in winning on a desk. In action, I couldn't stand my teeth. There is no excuse for such things as a short prep period. Father gambled a lot from his youth to make sure he had all the pawns to this point. From scratch. I have a status as a prince, but I have spent too much time for no reason)

Admittedly, it was now Alfred who too lightly saw the status of king, the man who called him the White Knight, and his comrades and warriors in the war who elevated the nation to first class.

Real strength, on the desk, not counting on strength in mock warfare, etc.

A difficult force for young people who have not experienced the battlefield.

"... Father, are you..."

The only way to get that is still to cross the dead line. A pure dead line.

And finally, the youngsters see 'real'.

(all for the next era)

It's all on the king's palm. Things in the script.

Knowing it is inherited and king. And only those who leave the stage.

Striking and trembling at a sense of defeat that no one understood, Alfred moved on.

With the battle between the true vertices that rekindle behind our backs...

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I couldn't tell if it was a dream or a manifestation anymore for a long time. I slept at night, woke up in the morning, and I haven't taken that for granted for the past few years.

It was still good when I was experiencing the pain of the disease. Every time he bleeds, his gut screams and his joints ache every time he moves to see if his years of impossibility have snuck.

How long has it been since I stopped feeling them? People say they get used to pain. If pain becomes commonplace, sooner or later the brain is exhausted from the labor of sending a signal of pain, and eventually the signal is interrupted.

What are we waiting for after the interruption?

That is, death.

I was relieved that the mornings came, and the days that came, and the days that came, and I feared the nights. Days of repeating shallow sleep over and over again because deep sleep is too close to death.

The battle against imminent death. Only rumors of a son crawling up into the valley of Chihiro were the support of his spirit. My son is fighting, but he can't lose. Only that thought was the support of the man.

Exhausted, weak, I don't even know who I was and what I wanted to do, and still I've stepped on the last line. He held the crown of an unworthy king for a minute and just continued to endure. The next generation, the time of its inheritance.

The degree of foundation was constructed. I'm ready for inheritance.

And then there's a new era.

"... Kyle?

I close my eyes, I open them, I'm just about to say, I stand in my usual place.

"Kyle and Gilberto started the fight. It's a little different than the painting I originally drew, but Alfred's path should have opened. Almost there. I don't need another hour. Almost..."

My feet began to crumble. Sight as usual.

Look, it's gonna look like rubble, right?

But no. These guys are people.

The end of those I took for me, at my will.

Tower of piled bodies. The reaching hand grabs my ankle and won't let go.

"We're almost there!

Listen to my words and the world will laugh. It's the same sight as usual, but a voice that sounds deeper than usual, and usually doesn't wake up when you're supposed to wake up. It's the usual nightmare, but I can't see the end of it differently than usual.

The hand is strong, trying to pull me in.

Hands, hands, hands - malice in trying to pull me over there.

Eyes, eyes, eyes, eyes - malice full of joy, the reversal of hatred with eyes that conceive pleasure.

"Damn it!

What do you mean you lived so far for?

"Don't kid me!

There was no longer any pleasure, and he stuck to the land that had forsaken all hope, in order to make amends even slightly. Bear the sins you have committed and play out everything while wearing the mask of William Lewis.

My hands are small, the world is big. I made sacrifices, applied sins, and still went for the light. I trumpeted the beloved who gave it to me, but I sinned even more for a world where 10,000 people could enjoy it, for that step.

There's no point in dying here.

Pulled out my hips sword, I stabbed myself through it. It was a self-inflicted wound that aimed to wake up from pain, but my body did not develop pain. Same thing no matter how many stabs you stab.

It doesn't make any sense if you end up here.

'No, it's not like it doesn't make sense. You worked hard enough. "

"Good day, Al. You are my treasure, my proud knight."

'The inheritance is already over. Your son is smart like you. He even used you dead to hustle and bust that you killed him, and the painting you wanted is complete. If that's not enough. "

"Let's Live Together, Al"

Shut the fuck up!

Why are you turning us down? People die one day. You know best that death won't be what you want it to be, don't you? Heroes of usurpation, white knights'

Oh, even if I know.

"Then why deny it?

Because I risked my life to deny it.

"Death Can't Get Away"

Even if I die, I can't walk with you. Sister, Jan, I can't forgive you any more than you think. The weakness that took away my sister, and the stupidity that I had to take away because I was taken away, were the only knights I could prove existed by continuing to take away. He's a lying knight. It's a beast of madness.

There's no difference between that man and his essence.

Give me back my Bernbach!

This happens because you are weak. Always take away important things.

"Alrettowowoo!"

This is what happens if you lay down your sins.

If I don't distort the world to justify myself, I won't be able to stand.

"You're going down Shura's path when you're dead, a man who could have been my brother."

Oh, yeah. I won't forgive me until I'm convinced.

"What do people do waiting for you?

Waiting for me? Such a drunken human being...

At the end of the shore, two shadows floating loudly. One was as bright as a sunflower, and one as quiet as a wild daisy, someone waiting for something. That's what I...

"Fool, I think it's been years since then. You, you big idiots..."

Just a little, wobbly. I wonder if I can go under those two like this and be forgiven enough to say a few words, such a pale feeling accelerates the collapse.

My weakness ends the world.

"Behold the concubine!

I was ready for the end. Death equals 10,000 people, unreasonable or immense, but it never takes into account what death is. There's nothing more I can do than be drawn to this side, and my will never reaches that way.

So my heart was breaking that it might not be possible.

'Pain' spreads jitterily across the chest. This one's on that side.

Claudia grabs Vlad's ankle as she kicks Helga off. A sight similar to that obsession, a burning eye, a chest - worn.

"Well, apparently not yet -"

'Too bad. Al, no matter what happens to you...'

The world flips. Did I open my eyes, or did I close them?

William opened his eyes wide. And spit something up. The color scattered around the floor is crimson. Living in the chest is a heterogeneous pain.

"Ku, ku, Claudia. You fucked up."

Poisonous woman's kiss. The biting was an attack to infiltrate William with the poison he had planted in his lips. Show yourself off, and at the end of the day, in pain, make the curtain shut while still making you think only of yourself.

Ultimate ego, obsession to the point of obsession.

I am prepared to be invaded by the poison myself, whether it be my lips or my heart. No, death tried to stab me in preparation. to engrave itself even in the end.

That was the possession of Claudia, the witch who sank the royal palace with her own poisonous fangs.

"The poison that quickened my death brought me back here. Thank you, is it wild? It's not like she didn't do what she wanted. Damn, is this how it felt to be painful? It's been a while, but it's not a good one."

So much pain that it seems to go around. But it was still faint but proof that the body was alive. I managed to climb the watershed with the sudden death I visited.

"Kyle and Gilberto are fighting. Alfred, oh, did you get into this tower? Good flow. Come on, Alfred. I got respite, but it doesn't change that I don't have time."

William and the unexpected swing of the script. At the end of the day, however, it converges without differing in the end for which it was first done. For a man in a mask who says William to inherit things he has built by risking his life.

Knowing it makes him unhappy, he still inherits.

Because he is the one who truly qualifies.

"I'm here."

Let's go, King. As if I were to boast that I was alive.

And whoever saw it on this occasion was not alone.