Tower of Karma

The atmosphere of Struggles changes completely. The curls felt this feeling several times in this war. And each time I was defeated.

“Second shot ready! Don’t rest your hand!”

However, if you are not drunk by the atmosphere, it is possible to grind “black gold” by the inorganic destruction of “Arberest”. Since Struggles is also a person, it can not beat weapons that kill too much.

“Hm, I want to avoid two shots … …”

Struggles jumped out before thinking. Although the reloading is slow, there is still a gap in distance. From an objective point of view, Strakless’s rush was nothing other than innocence.

“Strakless will continue!”

The Ostberg army starts moving one beat late. But my legs are slow. The fear of Arbalest was letting their feet loose. At that moment, the curls are convinced to win.

“Everyone calms down. There is enough distance. Apply this … let’s finish”

It’s time to make the innocent compensation pay for the sacrifice.

“… good”

His distance has not shrunk yet, and it is a perfect distance for Arbalest.

“Aristocracy!”

Kill the protruding stracless. This distance, this number of crossbows, can not be hit. And if it hits it, it will surely die as long as it is made of meat and bone.

“It’s over, strackles!”

Drop a huge star. I have to drop it.

“How to strike-”

In the meantime, the pressure to swell.

“I’ll give you the seeds of the battlefield without heat!”

The eye of Struggles shone. Overwhelming brilliance, overwhelming fighting spirit, and overwhelming-

“Flame it! Battlefield!”

Repulsive force. His choice was at the opposite end of wisdom and rationality.

Struggles tossed his weapon, a great sword. Of course it is not for throwing. In the first place, it is crazy enough to throw it, even if it is difficult to handle even in terms of weight.

I threw it. And it is not a parabola, it flies horizontally without limit. Anomaly of the orbit, repulsive force that missed the rule of the person who did it-

“A”

A soldier holding a crossbow at the forefront mutters small. After a while,

He had become a mass of meat. Behind him and behind him, a scene like a joke happens. A tragedy that has fallen to the center of the battlefield. Most of the Arcadian soldiers have seen the arched sequence that was created to take the form of a siege, a scene created by just one person.

“That!”

In front of the great sword of the British hero, where the crack on the shield of the wolf.

I am annoyed. Only a few people died in the vast battlefield. It is like an error originally. If you think calmly, if you are able to think calmly, you can immediately see that this action has no meaning. They lacked resistance to crossbows and acted like evils. It’s just that.

But people are not so smart.

A space is born there.

“Run as king horse, Berger! Like lightning!”

Born blank. There is a stracles’s beloved horse, the berger king of Berchron. It shows the full power of the single strongest fastest, which has been suppressed for collective action.

It is not rational. If it’s a desktop, the obvious conclusions that you don’t need to discuss are overturned. People are illusion to the majesty of one of the actions of the British. Even if you are in the corner of the battlefield, you might be killed like that.

“Now, let’s burn up! Arcadia you!”

I was struggling with Struggles. I rush into the nostalgia of the enemy, and my blood drips back my weapon. I blew it away with a few more waves and with the return blood.

“And my brothers! Don’t forgive! Don’t retreat! The enemy is in front! The course of my army is in front! I will keep on going! There will always be victory in the future!”

Struggles’ kite flies. And it’s so ugly. The volume and the beast nature of the beast. More than anything full of madness and murderous intent. The fear carved by the crossbow was overwritten. There is no longer anything to stop their feet.

“Dam, second shot!”

The voice of Carl who passed well until the last moment is also erased by the angry signal.

Many have shot the crossbow at their own discretion. But there aren’t enough numbers to cover all the fronts from the beginning. And a fatal defect that lacks in blaze performance. Surprise from the beginning, kind of weird. There is no power or number to support the front.

“It’s finally getting hot. This is the battlefield.”

Struggles surpasses everything in the war. A giant star that shines to the heavens. I can not resist.

Snow fall into the Ostberg army. The crossbow has suffered a corresponding pain, but once he gets jealous, the crossbow no longer has power. One of the carefully prepared secrets has been destroyed.

A giant star approaches the main race.

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“Don’t you have time to siege?”

The gill belt bites. Completely kill the momentum in the second shot, carry the battle from the front to superiority. It is the heart of this strategy to encircle and destroy the enemy at that opportunity. One of them was crushed immediately.

“Operation change! Divide the vertically extending enemy army center!”

The next best thing if the enemy moves fast. It is an operation that separates the center of the enemy army, and separates the stracless and the enemy main force.

“Continue to me!”

Gilbert suddenly changes course. Those who follow it. You will win by force. Moreover, attack from the side, this rush can not be prevented.

“Change the formation. As planned … coming from the side”

A sudden change of formation. The sides are covered by a shield.

“Hey! Was it read?”

Placement as if you had predicted this deployment. Yes, what is the central tie

“Kimon von Gunther!”

Ostberg was second place, a universal commander who was good at wisdom, Kimon of ‘Black Sheep’.

“Kill your boss until this war is over”

Quimon’s quiet voice permeates the battlefield. A man who completes what he needs to do. There is no such convenient and excellent existence as a support role.

“How will you be Gilbert?”

It was completely unread. Soseki’s stance. The win is already cloudy.

“Well, it’s decided.”

Gilbert didn’t want to be a lookout. There is no need to think. It has been decided what to do.

“I smash it!”

Gilbert’s horse was engaged. You should be ready. I stopped the horse in front of a space that could be called a trap. And jump. Dance like a butterfly lightly while wearing a heavy moth-

“I’m just a sword of my own. There is no brilliance like your Lord. But there is nothing that interferes with pure swords.”

It descends behind the ones who hold a bribe. It’s almost like a hero of Otaki in the story. And it starts to move.

“Remember, and inscribed in the heart. This is the sword of Arcadia, of Blouse Tat.”

Wipe out. Gilbert roars brilliantly, fiercely, dances and seems crazy. A white silver sword that no one can overlook. A white flash of light shines, and fresh red blood flutters.

“… Ke, Sword of the sword”

An atrocious hero for Ostberg, “Sword of Swords”. He was not an unbeatable general like a giant. There were many losses as a whole. As a general, Bernhard may be higher. But after all, the existence of swords is special.

Lifelong solo battle no defeat. It was an existence that was repelled from a single strike, even in times when the battlefield was more full of romance than now. It is engraved in the war history of the world, and it is a fine star like a giant in those days. The hero of the hero killing that truncated those many heroes. That is “Sword Stave”, and those who inherit the blood call Oswald.

I saw that in a man named Gilbert von Oswald, regardless of the enemy or allies. The enemy looks like it’s coming, and allies look at it

“… Assault”

I remember when Arcadia was the strongest.

The Arcadia Army falls into a hole in the Gilbert. No matter how much preparation you have, after all is a side. It’s easy to get lost if you open a hole.

“… I see, Oswald’s name is not Date.”

I did not give up. There was no resentment. Only the guy named Gilbert was stronger than expected. But that is not fatal.

“The left was wandering, but to the right … you are not Oswald”

If you follow the same path as the sword, you can get victory outside of it. That is the biggest measure of the sword St. Even if you lose locally, if the whole wins, it will be awkward.

“That wins. If the hand of the sword dies, there is no need to fear any great swords. Your war is like that.”

“Sir Kimon! Right”

“what!?”

The color of Kimon changed for the first time after coming to here.

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It was a storm. A symphony composed of blood and dust, horseshoes and whistles, and the end of the dead. At the center of it, there was a monster that was more violent than anyone else, more violent than anyone else, and more piled up armor than anyone. A beast that has been thrown away, that is the prestigious gate of a samurai who is considered to be the dual wing of Arcadia-

“Don’t you? This guy, Gardner!”

Hilda von Gardner. This is the appearance on the battlefield of their family members who take on the task of defending the capital. They are wild by nature. The Third Army was also a chain connecting them in a sense. An atrocious general who appeared at the same time as the sword saint, the descendant of “storm”.

“Deathly!”

Split the opponent vertically and pull out the left side of the body and swing it around. Sprinkling bloody wind, battered manure. With a smile on it, Hilda threw it on the enemy’s body.

Seeing the changed appearance of the fellows who lived and fought together until now, feel it with your skin, and you’re out of luck.

“Giha!”

The left half of the body, cut off the corpse’s wrist. It is a trap that is held in that hand.

“No, I love you!”

Throw it and punch the enemy. Before the blood spouts out-

“Death,”

I cut off the enemy who left the distance in one step. Vertically, horizontally, diagonally, a storm blows.

Hilda scolds an enemy army. It was a violent smile that stuck on the face. It is blood or blood that spills from the end of the mouth, and the blood is not necessarily the blood itself. The scars inscribed on the face as an accent also became a foil as Hilda’s warrior.

Behind the monster are Hilda’s men, and their relatives serve Gardner. Gardner’s blood has been inherited from a distant line. Such a battle was a hand. Of course, such a battle can only be done because the head is Hilda-

“Ouch painful sore itchy Itai Itai Itai Thai Itadai!”

Hilda traces a wound. Gully, gully, squeeze, engrave.

“I will not forgive wounds. I will not forgive my father. I will not forgive the enemy country in the first place.”

Blow up. Blow up.

“I will destroy all of you. I will kill everything, my family, my friends, my lover, everything, all. I despair, I will bet all of me and rob it!”

Despair spread to those confronted. I will fight against it but just build up my bag. In the old days, the side shields and spears are scattered. The corresponding sacrifice was strong. It wasn’t as clever as the Gilbert. After blood and moths, enemies and allies died, Hilda and his friends were jealousy, as is normal.

“So you die. I’m going to be scared.”

It is killed by distraction. The absurd, stupid death. Mr. Zhang himself who created it straddles the fort. As the forces of the allies are forced, the left wing (Hilda et al.) Is more powerful when seen from the side of Arcadia. Fast and strong.

“Well, I’m not going to kill the citizens. If that happens, my father and I will be angry with Carl.”

It spills with a small voice. Of course it can not be heard by the enemy.

Caspar was a fierce man on the battlefield. But in peace he was a good leader who would rule himself. You should not take too much from your opponent just because you are taking over the blood of “storm”. What is a noble without disciplineing the natural ferociousness? It is a word that Caspar often said to the family.

“But don’t teach. Get desperate and die on the battlefield”

Hilda mutters with a small voice.

Hilda jumps into the enemy to create a trap as it is. On the contrary to the inner mind, a skillful sword technique. And the rising violence. The target is the central general, Kimon of “Black Sheep”.

If you do not fight, the curl is killed. She will be a shura.

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Arcadia’s main team had a big fight. Although Struggles’s onslaught is special, Arcadia soldiers who protect the main team also have excellent selection of each army. It is not inferior by all means at all. Although there is nothing to do with the point of stracles, the current situation was very ugly.

Carl is also one of them.

Call back the surviving archers, and with the archers, aim at a huge star from a distance. As a result, although overwhelmed, Strakles’s feet did not rise. It is no exaggeration to say that it is linked to the current state of equilibrium.

“The point is still there”

The lines of sight of Struggles and Carl entwin for a moment. A curl that makes the heart almost broken under the pressure of a giant star. The eye of the Absolute on the battlefield easily destroys the heart of the person. It’s just like a wolf that is trapped in a snake.

“–Lee! Carl!”

It was the voice of the subordinates who recalled the curl that had been disgusted.

“We’re winning, right?”

A weak word. The more the curls are shaken, the more likely they are to be broken. Carl was saved by the weakness.

“Of course. If we keep them in good shape, then the Gilberts attack team will decide. We have done that, so far.

Carl laughs. Show the smile to the surroundings.

“Don’t close the distance! The other person is also human, you can always win!”

Probably the weakest man on this battlefield. His words empower the weak. The king of weak flocks, a little weak to the word reign, was a spiritual pillar of weak things.

“It’s broken, it’s a strong heart. If it’s going to be a good attack!”

I wonder if the target has been narrowed down to curls or not. The most valuable neck on this battlefield is Valdias. But if you think about the future, its value fluctuates a little. How is the Oswald’s sword, Gardner’s resurrection, this air’s dew?

“I’ll give it to you! For the future of Ostberg!”

For some reason, the Ostberg army is less than it looks. However, the giant judged that he had to avert curls.

“Don’t get close! Concentrate the arrows!”

The rain of the arrows blocks the giants. I can not win if taken into a melee state. You must never get close. A battle of the weakest flock starts that blocks the strongest power.

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“… here?”

Valdias raised a heavy waist. Valdias saw that he could afford to capture the sprouts of the future, how to attack Struggles. The war to the place from the assumption, apparently because it was hurrying up aggressively, I thought that there was something wrong, but Valdias thinks that it was also misunderstood.

“I will come out. If you are avenged, give up the Oldengard.”

The outpost of preparation.

“Wait for a moment, it’s me. I wonder if that’s the job.

It was Arkadia Second Military Division Chief Gustav von Eiblinger who stopped it. Somehow the powerful force preserved on this battlefield.

“… If you win, if you want to repel the giant from here, there is a man you absolutely need. And you are the man’s niece. Wait until the time comes, wait for a while. After you apologize, you will lead the army to withdraw. ”

Gustav tried to refute, but Baldias’s eyes sealed the refusal. Because there was a life style of a man named Vardias, who is a warrior in a war of war who decided on his eyes.

“Don’t you die!”

“Just do not die. Protect the future.”

At the end of the second Armed Forces of the Arcadia, “Fudo” finally started to move.

It means the convergence of this war.

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Kimon’s left and right opened simultaneously. Gilbert and Hilda appeared with the blood. Kimmon smiles at the situation as if it were all together. Certainly, the station will be inclined if you defeated you. Still, yet, furthermore–

“But it won’t go as you wished.”

They are still giving up huge stars. I do not understand it yet. Kimon’s wry smile included a mockery to their shallowness.

“I will avenge me, destroy the relay point and complete the siege halfway. Surely it is only. I will aim for it in this situation.”

Gilbert held the sword.

“But it’s useless. Your enemies are giants, strackles of ‘black gold’. Even if you hit your back, you won’t lose. There is no one in that dimension.”

Hakuba runs. Questions and answers are useless.

“I can’t understand. That would be fine. If I would add one more point-”

Gilbert’s sword shines. White silver roars. Passing like–

“In you, this means I will not be defeated by Kimon von Gunther.”

Blood bleeds on the side of Gilbert. I was killed by a single blow and was blown off by that flow. It was not a deep wound, but Gilbert’s pride was enough to break his pride.

“This place is a division of this battlefield. I am stronger than usual to keep important points. There is a blur in all-purpose me. I am strong now.”

Ostberg second place, no weak. It should not be easy.

“I understood. I still have to skip”

Gilbert also got ready. In any case, there is no win. It is impossible to retreat here. Because my shield is still fighting.

“Let’s die!”

It was Hilda who tried to break in there. A blow that hated the ferociousness is the neck of Kimon-

“Woman, your partner is me”

It was the young newcomer, Leicester who made his name in the war by stopping the blow, because he took a blow to “Sword of War”.

“I thought I had finished that time. The battlefield is not the place where the woman comes!”

Leicester twirls the cocoon dexterously.

“… Oh, that guy? I was in a war, I just hurt my face and just ran away”

“Well, I didn’t mean to meet a woman like you! At that time the general of that person is”

“The fangs don’t even have it, but it’s a man and a woman!”

Blocking the excuses, Hilda’s sword blows Leicester away. Despite the fact that a horse was dropped due to a bribe, the position is broken. there–

“I will put some foil”

Hilda’s pursuit, if Leicester prevents it, it is too late to move the fort.

“Gu, Gua ah ah ah!”

The scar of a single letter running on Leicester’s face. The rough sword is probably daringly done. A scar on the side of Hilda’s face was incised, and a scar of an inferior feces was incised similar to a scar.

“Lester!”

Kimon tries to support, but his opponent is Gilbert. Naturally I will block the way.

“Aren’t the boys a little up, boy?”

Leicester intimidated by Hilda’s provocation. Flush the face as well as a scarlet scar.

“I’m sorry, Lester von Falke must avenge me this!”

“Han. I don’t think it’s really cool. I don’t feel like I need to give it a name.”

The blood flows from the wound running on Leicester’s face to much anger.

“I will do it!”

A black rabbit turns. Hilda also snarled his nose,

“I’m going through it right away. I’m not free.”

I sent my eyes to Gilbert. The silent Gilbert.

The minimum requirement is to drop the place. There is no need for unnecessary questions and answers. You must win.

Both-