Dungeon+Harem+Master

"You Camarovich bastard! When I get out of here, I'm gonna make a pissed off decision and shove you in the ass hole! Cut a thousand dicks, feed every shit in your mouth hole, and sew your lips together with wire. Ugh!

The shape of the ancient spring was so angrily reddish and black that it barely kept the prototype.

The eyeballs are floating peeled out.

The bundle of blood vessels was growing all over the white eye.

The ancient springs have kicked barefoot and many times, screaming for a grid that has been broiled and dropped in intensity by fire.

The sound of a giant kicking a big tree makes everyone deaf.

No longer, it outweighed human power.

He made a shimmering noise, and the lumber that seemed sturdy made a shimmering sound.

"Seriously, Mr. Jii, it's not human wax."

As Goronzo wandered over the ancient fountain's sword curtain, he made a dizzy noise and the lattice fell forward into the hallway.

"Come on, you fucking prisoners. - What are you gonna do?

"You want to be executed right now! Tooth shit."

You heard the noise, about ten inflexible men with spears, pricks, and spills in their hands are coming to kill you. Tension ran to all the prisoners in the round hips.

"Hey, we're barebacks."

"No, it won't be a problem. His power would be fine."

"That's irresponsible."

Yarmil calmly points at the crowd of numbers.

There was a figure of an ancient fountain, roaring, diseased like the wind without any hesitation whatsoever.

Koizumi easily takes up the stabbing crotch that the most leading man was shaking as he leaps to the jailers shaking his gray head.

"Die. Yeah. Yeah."

"Ngu."

Cut the wind and hit it down from the top.

Ancient Springs' stabbing crotch smashed the man's defenseless brain weather and scattered his brains around.

Another man frightened and stiff. I aimed and stuck an iron blade tip in my mouth, breaking through the back of my throat and sewing it up against the wall. Blood spurted up like a geyser, slamming cobblestones.

"Ruoooooooo"

"Oh, come on."

"Die, you dickheads."

Koizumi jumped gently like a monkey again, jumping at the man who was pulling himself and sticking his fingertips in his face, forcing his eyeballs to twist out.

The severed demon stretched his tail out.

"All right, now is the time to smash a fucking jail! Continue to Mr. Jii!

Goronzo follows the madness of the ancient springs.

"Whoa, whoa."

Martha screams.

"Ruuuuuuuuuuuuuu!

Yarmil unleashes himself. The collector opened the prisoners from nearby cells in plain sight as he ran through their rear.

A burning bright red flame quickly licked all over the prison.

Wood-scorching smoke.

Dull sound of beating meat. Dull white smoke and screaming. Brawls began all over the prison.

The locks of the cells were opened one after the other after another.

Those dropped to innocent sin by disturbed Romless justice, or even the bone marrow, exploded the energy accumulated by the magical convicts all at once and went wild.

When this happened, it was impossible to calm things down with the power of a hundred or so officials and numbers.

The running of human power, which has been deprived of the freedom to count more than three hundred, was awesome.

"Die, eh, you Uzi worm bastard! The anal bitchigusso number!

"Hiiiiiiiiiiii"

As the vicious prisoners clear their previous depression, they are beating them with sticks that they have taken without any help as they surround the prison guards. The brains of the prison guards collapsed like dropped tofu and splattered in all directions to the floor as their brains scattered diarrhoeal stools.

"I'm gonna pour sulphuric acid into your ear hole, and I'm gonna bust an iron rod from your rectum to your throat!

"Stop. Whoa, whoa!

If I think so, I'm strangling one jailer with a few wings and sticking crimson burnt chopsticks through my nose tip. The burnt smell of meat became one mixed with the burning smoke in the cell.

"Whoa! It's my sandback from today."

"Scratch the halibut and feed them pigs. Ugh."

Daily tyranny lurks, and the positions of those who wield power and those who are abused are reversed.

People's reason is extinguished, and unilateral genocide immobilizes the wrath of men who were sneaked into space, smearing the world black.

The confusion became rampant.

"Camarovich, Camarovich!! Where are you? Oh, shit."

There was an ancient fountain in prison, no longer barely in sight, with the neck of three men who had been screwed off tied to their hips, running around every one of the Hell's deceased.

"Come on out. Come on, I'll screw you up and feed your dog. Ugh"

"Yes. Oh, no, get the hospital, the doctor, the doctor. Whoa."

Scratched the right half of his face, the jailer who came reaching out like an ancient rag, dressed to block the way of the ancient springs.

"Hmm."

"Ooh, eh."

Koizumi enjoys the feeling that when he relentlessly pokes the spear tip into the man's chest plate, he can fully screw it around and cut off the bumps and muscle fibers.

In an attempt to stop the spear, the man unconsciously reaches out and grabs a long tip, but a sharp blade cut his fingertips thoroughly and easily.

With the blood smoke, an undressed thumb resembling a potato worm rolls by and disappears into the smoke.

Koizumi kicks the man's shoulder unconstitutionally with his leg and pulls out the spear.

The pieces of meat were slightly creeping.

"Dirty mutton fish, you filthy three-piece meat bastard!

Koizumi has a bloody sputum when he curses a man with his mouth dirty. Spit on the body.

"Where, Camarovich! Fight."

Koizumi thought of the lost years and wept, and then at this time, today, he was heartily pleased.

Ever since I found out about Marianne's betrayal, everything was empty.

It's just that I've lived secretly, and still, someday, I've been waiting somewhere in my mind for someone to say it's a misunderstanding.

"I'll do what I couldn't do then."

Run with all your might and destroy everything you see in your eyes.

This is the castle and kingdom of Camarovich.

There is no way we can safely abandon the enormous wealth we gain in this prison with such rebellion.

The heart strikes an early bell. Ancient springs scratched and ran the crowd as they bathed their bodies with burning lumber and fragments of crumbling stone walls. From the basement he went through the great hall and ran up the stairs leading to the ground.

In the meantime, he smashed the head of the whispering sign, snapped the prisoner's neck, and trampled countless officials fleeing.

I understand. Camarovich is outside.

I'll settle for you there. For everything.

I saw a steel door going out of jail.

Throughout the vicinity, guards and prisoners lay their swords together.

An ancient spring runs through the gap. I was inadvertently struck in the chest.

"Ugh!?

I force myself to drink a large chunk of it racing up my throat from my chest.

Tastes similar to iron rust. It spreads through my mouth.

Ancient springs were released when the arrow blades were broken from the roots and beaten to a cleanly polished floor slab, unlike underground. Slowly raise your gaze.

"Camarovich, no!

Well known, the captain of the giant guard laid his arms loosely together, and stood by following a cavalry of knights who came with polished steel armor.

The knights align heavy infantry with long spears on the front and sharp tips polished like mirrors.

At the rear, dozens of archers connected with arrows flipped feather decorations high and lined up neatly.

"Well, you bothered to tell us that story in order to purposefully erupt"

Camarovich trembles a short pruned moustache with a command knife.

"I was expecting you, but I didn't know you'd dance this far. In the first place, you were uncertain. What I was preparing for today was inside information that the ex-barriors were not after us, but that the other factions of the prisoners were going to start a revolt. At last, I was going to clean up some disobedient garbage. I'm insecure yesterday, and the garbage dump here won't exceed my capacity. Come on, come on."

In the middle of the conversation, I notice the sound of dragging garbage from behind me, and the ancient fountain swings.

There, on the left opposite side of his face, he crawled like a knob towards Camarovich as a man burned like a brie lightning grill left a trace of blood.

It is Molino, Camarovich's pet.

Perhaps you wanted to stop by the prisoners who bought grudges so far.

The hair is ripped off and both hands and feet are curved in a direction that should not bend over the structure of the human body.

It was just a bug breath.

"Camaro, no way. Oh, yes, no. Ugh."

Molino leaks a dumb breath, like a loser, from his crushed nose.

Camarovich glanced down coolly at Molino's attempted rub on his face and slapped the command knife on his nose just before touching his clothes.

"Uppy."

Molino even fell, splashing brown blood and body fluids.

I hit my front teeth on the ground on a fallen clap and a few broke and scattered.

"Hey, why, why yes"

When Molino doesn't know why, he shakes his head to the left and right crying.

"You don't like dirty animals, Atashi."

Along with Camarovich's signal, a soldier standing next to him thrust his large spear through Molino's skull to the floor at once.

Molino eventually stops moving when he bumps his hands and feet like a feather worm.

"That's why I'm tired and I want to go home and take a shower. Hey, brave man. Why don't we make one deal?

Camarovich nodded his tongue when he made Shino.

"You know, I've been waking up to a dandy hobby lately. If it's going to be Atashi's for the rest of your life, you're the only one who's had the good old days, and you can decide he's dead, okay?

"Do you think I would drink that? You son of a bitch."

"Hmm, but it's not that wound. I have to get allowances right now, right? It's not more important now than in the past."

The ancient fountain was so angry that the giant in front of him dashed white and bright.

You're kidding me, you're screwing up my life.

A man hugs his shoulder from the rear trying to jump out, too much of an exasperation.

It was a voice I was used to hearing.

"I can't believe we even move the National Army into prisoner style, heh. We've grown big, too."

"You."

Goronzo, Martha, Yarmil, and the collectors were in full swing as Ancient Springs looked back.

Prisoners who see regular soldiers are turned around and pushed back by guards and prison guards.

The bitten lips of the ancient fountain were shattered, and the thread-like blood flowed thinly.

"Mr. Jii, take the Krands and turn back. The back door is thin. I took it on here. I'm a good year, too. Quite alive. Do it. Do it again. You'll have to run away somehow."

Words of Goronzo. It is not acceptable.

"Hey, you gotta be kidding me."

Martha speaks low and grabs it by Goronzo.

In the boy's eyes appeared pure anger and loneliness living side by side.

"I don't have time for this. Bye, you guys. Get well. That was a lot of fun!

Impossible.

The collector nearly dropped the sword he was holding in front of Goronzo, who laughed distorting the ancient wounds on his cheek.

Goronzo waved his right hand loudly and never looked back again.

Yeah, this place is really not like the world I was in.

Until now, the Zodiac had no sense of reality in this world.

If you don't hurt people or feel any discomfort, you have no disgust or guilt.

It's like being the main character in the game.

Then why not?

I have no special power, no sword moves, no strange powers to save my people from the crisis.

A group of medieval European knights with steel armor to guard the main door.

The connected arrows filled Goronzo's body as he flew around with low wind-cut noises and stormed. Goronzo's body. It blows up like a piece of paper.

When a squad that finished hitting the arrow drops, the infantry creates a hunk and advances.

A large chunk of will wears and grinds everything that moves, without enemy allies.

Blood breezes broke out and pieces of flesh scattered.

Martha, who said she would stay until the end, also no longer hesitated to escape.

It is real violence.

The one on the extended battle for the little fight so far was something of a different dimension.

Individuals were unwilling and one chunk was utilized like a functional tool to operate neatly.

It doesn't end until everything stops.

The collectors waved their swords with selflessness and cut off the same prisoners to reach the back door.

I kick through the wood door and finally get some air outside. I didn't remember anything about Maggot.

High dirt walls cover the perimeter of the prison.

Around, the last struggle between what we capture and what we flee was about to end.

Perhaps it was a miracle that the collectors succeeded in escaping.

Deep trees flourished outside the prison, and traveling a small distance also took time.

Forget that Goblin lives there, too, keep walking. Everyone was silent.

"Enough, collector. Leave me here."

Ancient Springs crushed weakly as he released his arms from the zodiac's shoulders and lowered his hips on the spot. The arrow wound stabbed in the chest did not stop the bleeding and the blood was spreading as it covered the chest. Her complexion is white as paper, her breathing gets finer and finer.

As the collectors laid the ancient springs at the roots of the trees, they stared at its side without doing anything.

"Those Goronzo guys are dead too. Damn it, Mr. Jii. Don't die. Don't die."

"That's right. Survive and revolutionize this country with me. We defeat a royal family that overwhelms vested interests and truly do politics for the people."

Ancient Springs closes his eyes with a thin grin no longer responding to the two words.

"Guys, thanks for being so good to Jizzy. Clando, are you there?"

Yeah, I'm here.

"I didn't expect to see the Japanese again by the time I died. You guys, live. Live as long as you can. Otherwise, it's a lie."

"Mr. Jii, you're not screwed yet! I just got out, Holla, it's almost morning! I said get up!

Martha cries, shaking the chest of the ancient spring.

"Klund, you haven't given up on that rash yet. You want to save Maggot."

"Yes, but. That's not all."

"Stupid one. Most of all, a man is always the same. Look, don't go wrong with courage and recklessness. Oh, there's no point in convincing me that I escaped. And then, well, please."

A bright yang had his head out at the edge of the mountain.

Cold morning air slips down the builder's throat.

I see it in my eyes like a deep new green is on fire.

Ancient Springs', scuffed hands held an old leather bag in the hand of the collector.

Turning the leather bag upside down, a delicate neckline appeared.

"Where have you been hiding this?"

"Snake's way is snake."

Koizumi chuckled as he slapped his mouth down.

The skin of an ancient spring like a dead tree reminded me of the daily harshness.

"I was gonna give it to you that day."

Strength fell out of the hands of the ancient springs, drooling sloppily.

"Marianne."

The neck of the ancient fountain collapses on the side.

The three stood up to the three parties so as to envelop a soul that could not exchange anything and disappeared.

"Let's break up here."

The treasurer was running down the mountain shaking off the two of them.

Run all the way down the deserted road.

I could do what I had to do.

The immortal crest gleams heavily on the chest plate of the treasurer.

All body fatigue disappears to peel off the thin skin.

There was unprecedented power in the fist that clenched the sword.

The dawn midday sun is shining overhead.

A cloud floating in the blue and white sky was slowly flowing. Rocking the trees out onto the street, the jail that was dulled by the fire is soaring green like a floating island.

Has the vigilance been lifted any longer, and some of the walls seemed busy standing by nearby geotechnical and artisans called to do the repairs?

The collector wrapped himself around to hide the crest on his chest as he took off his prisoner clothes jacket and tore it.

"Wait, wait, wait."

There was something stopping me from trying to move out of my shoulder. Looking back, there, Martha and Yarmil were out of breath and crouching.

"Hey, don't underestimate me. If you want to do it anyway, I hope you called me about it - damn it!!

"Well, aren't we buddies?"

"You."

When the collectors met lightly with the two, they nodded and waited for the time.

"Whoa, it's a fire. Ahhh!!

"Damn, the prisoners are attacking again. Whoa!!

From the back of the building, grey smoke is rising. It was a Yarmil and Martha maneuver.

The remaining soldiers run away in pieces.

When the zodiac inhaled his breath heavily, he walked away in dignity.

The iron door, which was not even picky yesterday, is wide open.

In the centre, Camarovich gives instructions as soon as he trembles and arrows.

Around, there were no knights last night. Surviving. On Camarovich's side there was only the figure of a man in plain clothes and four infantry soldiers with bows.

You noticed the moves of the collector, one infantry moved his face. Almost at the same time the collector kicked the floor and ran out, putting up a sword and sticking it straight in.

Camarovich's wolfed face approached with a grump.

The infantry hurried to lead the bow and unleashed it simultaneously.

The treasurer, turning his back and turning some, took a direct blow to his left arm and right chest and abdomen.

I still don't stop rushing through, with the intense pain of deciding on the built-in.

Wind cutting sound.

An arrow stabs me in the fluttering right leg.

A spear thrust from the left and right flanks continued to flank.

"Chicken, Shit"

Even though I thought it, my body didn't move. A spear was pulled from the right flank.

All with Todome, a man aimed a spear at his chest.

The collector narrows his eyes to the white glint on his impending tip.

At the same time, a small shadow broke into the front.

"Klund......"

Maggot smiled weakly as he took a spear blow in his chest.

The shock is speechless.

The beanbook she always had fell off her chest.

The light blue embossed flowers fell upon the sky with a flicker, and the petals that had been stripped from the temples were scattered in shatters.

My head burned bright red.

The collector advances his body from spear to spear as he raises his anger and drags his infantry forward.

A mass of blood refluxes down my throat.

He bled an infantryman who swung up his sword to block his way.

Take a slaughter from left to right.

Not yet.

The collector has no skill. Without a weapon to smash the fleshwall, it is also powerful.

Just one thing, if there's anything better than one.

Only the infinite playback capacity given by the contract.

When the collector hit each blade that devoured his shoulder without a hand wound, the pushed down infantry glanced at him.

Wave your sword at your mercy. You don't have to consider defense at all.

The infantry collapses behind him, smashed in the face by a slash that slashes and tears his arm but is still swung through.

"Hiiyi"

Unlike last night's Knights, the infantry that surrounded Camarovich unwittingly lags behind.

"What the hell? Protect the Atashi!

Camarovich raises his voice and looks around, but many of the prison guards have also suffered hand injuries and are watching how things are going. I didn't have enough trust to stand up and defend myself.

Can't you stand up to one of me with such a body?

Camarovich, frightened by the reservoir's shape, retreated further.

"Hey, what is it? The light."

"A brave man."

"That's the legend."

A bolted slice that was wrapped around the chest of the treasurer peeled off, and a blue and white glow filled the room.

"What the hell, Sole"

Camarovich pointed out ahead.

The stab wound, which appears to be fatal, is restored as if time had been rolled back.

This is the only thing left for the collector.

Its name is Immortality Red, the crest of immortality.

The arrow, which was stabbed all over his body, instantly raised the flesh of his wound and his arrow butt sputtered out.

When the glow subsided, the royal crest shined so brilliantly on his chest that he could see it in the distance.

"Oh, my God, you're a brave man."

"It's a royal crest. Ahhhhh."

It is a time of deep superstition.

The men watching at a distance roll left their hips behind and began to wander off.

Prisoners and craftsmen who are here are mostly civilians and civilians, if rightly so.

I lost my will to war just because I heard words like brave and royal.

In a situation where nobility was less than a few percent of the total population, words were the force.

In the first place, there was a premise that we were looking for a reason to escape.

Everything worked in favor of the collectors.

Camarovich, who developed a rash, grabs the spear and rolls forward.

When the collector turned his back and avoided, he tore Camarovich's torso deep into lateral twigs.

Red and black blood wets the sides of the collector.

"Ah, abo."

The giant man slipped his face to the floor, trying to stick his hands forward as he knelt down.

One side of the floor widens the lake with released blood.

If you look over your head, you'll look like a bright red blooming rose.

Camarovich plays his hand in the nostalgia with a darkness.

As the collector goes around the rear of the giant, Camarovich grips in the old one with a grubby hand of a hairy twinkle.

Camarovich looked as if he had been freed from pain.

I made a noise and ejected the yellow foam from the edge of my mouth.

Lovers deprived and all that lies ahead.

A future that might have been possible to me.

To throw it away as pointless, what I lost was too big.

"Camarovich. Kill Temehe. You're not complaining."

The collector severed the warden's neck when he slapped his sword from the upper section into his thick pig neck.

Yarmil and Martha stood blue-white on the side of the maggot that was facing away.

The collector peered into her face with his knees poked at her side, bloody and breathless.

"Why are you covering for me?"

Maggot turned into a crying look with a white face, holding the wreckage of a fragmented embossed flower in his chest.

"Oh, brother. Finally, he picked me up..."

I don't already know who's in front of me.

Maggot met his favorite brother in his dream.

The collector felt his heart colder every corner.

"A lot, adventure, let's..."

"Oh, it's a promise. I'll find the treasure."

Maggot closed his eyes so as to fall asleep, shaking weakly his pin and cat ear.

A blue petal descends on Maggot's cheek.

Finally, finally, the collector remembered the name of the flower.

Climb up the path of the no-one.

Underneath his eyes, he looked smaller in the prison he had been in earlier.

The collector rolled the jewelry necklace in his palm that the ancient fountain could not give him.

Talk about ancient springs and jewelry necklaces.

A princess who boasts the beloved beauty of a brave man.

A samurai I met like my sister.

And one soldier who watched them faraway.

The collector dropped his gaze beneath his eyes as he moaned the necklace with his fingertips.

The centrifugal force was used to throw it towards the valley bottom, which flows far at its feet.

Goodbye, Maggot, and crushed in my chest.

The roaring voice of the mountain birds crosses towards the quiet ridge.

I was illuminating the back of a collector who would turn away early enough so that the sunset would burn.

Don't forget, the flower words of the grass "Rubbish" are true love.

The other, don't forget me, there is.