Dungeon+Harem+Master

Artemisia's head turned bright white for a moment as she saw her collapsing collector lit by the morning burn.

Only the fact that she was covered by a collector remained obvious, and late and intense passion struck her.

Wyburn comes straight at me in an attempt to stab Todome in the hand prey.

Tearing apart the cold air in the morning, the dry sound of wood withering sounded tall.

"Huh."

Artemisia turned to a dragon that would come straight when she could put all her strength into the spear she gripped.

I burned my whole body with emotions that brought anger and despair together.

"I'm kidding!!

The silver spear rolled in the wind and ran in a straight line.

The blow, which tore the air apart and flowed like light, made blue and black body fluids sound like rain on one side of the perimeter as it thoroughly flanked the dragon's flank.

Wyburn jumped up into the air as he screamed all deaf at the pain's too eardrum.

Artemisia watched her right hand paralyzed as she poked her rough breath.

It was an adequate response, but that compound is slowly flying around the sky.

That is the dragon species classified as the highest on the organism.

If it were a concurrent monster, it would have rushed through the sky even with the blow of Kaishin, who butchered it with a single blow.

"Artemisia"

"Cland, are you okay? I'll help you now. Healing Light!"

Artemisia sat on her back and chanted the sacred sorcery of healing toward her groaning collector.

From her palm, a pale blue light radiated towards the treasurer.

It was a simple restorative technique that activated the ability to self-heal.

But his suffering was not alleviated at all, and on the contrary, his whole body began to bluish like a dead man and cramp into small pieces.

At the tail of Wyburn, he said, there was an intense poison. She toothpicked on her inability to use the magic of detoxification.

Most of all, there are categories of sorcery that are suited to each other and cannot be mastered with personal effort. Artemisia had only cleric knights and excelled in martial arts, but the only sacred witchcraft that could be used was early healing witchcraft and some unattributed assisted witchcraft.

"Can't you? All right, just wait. I'm going back to the Tabernacle and I'm going to poison you."

"Danger, Lieutenant!

The moment Artemisia looked back at that voice, she saw the rear man being eagled down by Wyburn.

"Fix it. Yeah! Bunny!!

The man's torso crumbled like a paperworker when Wyburn's lower limbs gave him strength.

Four toes (Ashiyubi) open all the time. He made a noise in pieces, and the body of a man split up and down scattered bright red fluids and organs, making a noise and crashing into the earth.

"Ooh!

A man who looked directly at the sight spit out the contents of his stomach into the vita and on the spot without being able to reveal it.

The other men who lay their swords in sight were also shaking their claws at the pattern they gripped as they battled a different sense of fear.

Wyburn, who threw out a chunk of meat, plunged sharply for the men again without placing his hair in between.

The dragon's sharp fangs are as tough as multiple long swords.

Reflectively everyone flew off the scene, but two people were left standing on the bar in shock.

The green storm made a low noise and thrust through the group.

At the same time, two men were eaten through the chest and flank of each leather armor and fell on the spot without a voice.

One of the jumpers put up a bow to try to fight back.

You noticed the action of trying to connect the arrows, Wyburn once again flew in with the wind cut like a bullet when he set his aim.

"Wow!!

Much quicker than a man releasing an arrow, Wyburn cuts through the sky and drives.

Successfully showered a poisonous tail blow to the man's chest.

The tail of the dragon is sharpened like a sword.

Biscious, the sound sounded like knocking on a dry doorboard with a wet rag.

The sharp poison needle was pulled out at the same speed as it pierced the center of the man in a single letter.

"Oh, huh?

When the man saw the dark canal worn on his chest, he blew a blood bubble and collapsed to the spot, like incredible.

More and more black blood poured out of his mouth making noises with the lobster, and his face and hands and feet stained blue and black at once, as ink had been applied. Pupil opens, breathing continues and stops. I guess there was more poison infusion than the wound the collector received. instantaneously desperate.

Looking around, a sudden surprise attack has completely wandered the other six as well.

The adventurers Artemisia took to this occasion were undoubtedly amazing arms in the clan of golden wolves, to be counted among the ten fingers.

But in front of Wyburn, as if he were a novice in the rush, he buried four of them easily.

A severe odor mixed with blood and vomit pounds Artemisia's nose sharply. When he felt the nausea stretching up in chains, he tried to keep calm by twirling a wieburn overhead.

(Calm down, Artemisia. Secure your cland in a safe place, then pull back and get your posture in order. It's unfavourable to fight in this unshielded place)

"Take a dense formation! Then we retreat to the rock wall! Arnold and Begott, Lucas is avant-garde, Tomas and Rick, and Socier are backwards support!

When Artemisia raised her voice, everyone was in a well-trained formation. The three in front held Wyburn with all the spear tips in place, while the three in the rear set up a crossbow and overlaid the rays. Once the formations were put together, a squad slipped back.

You were alert to seeing the Artemisias hardened in one place, and when Wyburn stopped the attack, he stepped down to the ground with his wings winged. When his hair barked in his voice again, he stretched his long neck all the way to the rolling wreck.

"No way."

"Shh, shh, shh!

"Stop it, stop it. Whoa!

With the glittering Artemisias on his ass, Wyburn began to gently devour the body when he opened his mouth wide.

A pointy sharp fang reflected sunlight and twinkled.

Wyburn raised and lowered his jaw several times as he swallowed the body whole from his head.

Shit, the sound of meat chunks descending down the esophagus sounded.

bumps, and the legs of a thousand chopped wrecks roll down to the ground.

The bottom of the brand new braided shoe the man was wearing was shining perfectly.

"No, please don't. Yeah."

Was the man who was devoured by his flank still breathing, crawling all the way down the ground trying to escape? He was exposed from his left flank with a torn pink colon all over his body fluids.

When Wyburn set his aim for the next prey, he moved to snag the tip of his fangs at the man's protruding halawatta.

"Oh, no, no, no, no."

The man asks to stab his fingers on the ground with pain in his mouth.

The dry soot smoke boiled.

Eventually, Wyburn opened his mouth and drank in an instant as he snapped the man to his mouth to see if he was tired of hanging out.

Lift your long neck straight up and swallow all at once.

I could see distortion in the shape of a thick throat or a slipping man's silhouette.

"Stop it. Hey!!

"Whoa! Wait.... damn it!!

"Wait, don't break formation!

Lucas storms with a spear when he panics when he sees his people being tragically murdered. Arnold followed it in the form of following.

Instantly, Artemisia was confirming to the rear rock skin some artificial caves, once thought to have been worn for a copper mountain mining survey.

"I will house him in a rear cave. Hold on for a while!

Artemisia told the four men that he was easily responsible for nearly eighty kilometers of the treasurer's body.

The cave is at best such a hole that each adult gives in and finally lets in.

I grabbed the spear again and ran out when I could gently lay the zodiac's body on the spot.

Dead fights had begun in a gap that took a moment's attention away.

On the ground, there were already appearances of Lucas and Rick, who had their side heads submerged, and Begott was swung through the void with a boom while being swept away by Wyburn.

"Stop. Yeah!!

Begott is swirling through the universe to flaunt the middle of his torso with his sharp fangs.

"Damn. Whoa! Let go of Begott. Yeah!!

Tomas fired a bowgun arrow as he cried.

His shooting arm was a sure thing.

The fired arrow pierced the right eye of the moving Wyburn unwillingly.

"You did it!

"Uggh!?

Begot leaked his weird voice and peeled his white eyes off.

Surprised by the pain, Wyburn chewed up Begott reflexively and let him die.

"Oh, oh."

Tomas pounded both knees and shuddered as he removed the bowgun he had.

When Wyburn went low, he slipped the poisonous needle on his tail without sound and poked it deep into Tomas' belly. Doh, and the blunt sound of beating meat.

Thomas tried to look at the poison needle pushing through his back with his neck distracted, but instantaneously he was extinguished with biological poison that instantly exceeded his lethal dose.

(annihilate all, as it were)

Artemisia tapped toward Wyburn's tail as she grabbed the spear and jumped.

But when you didn't like the meeting or quickly pulled the poison needle back out, you went up toward heaven with big wings.

"Arnold, Socie!! I'll draw you here! Just you guys go back and bring reinforcements!!

"Okay! Until then, try to hold out!!

When Arnold chewed his teeth and shouted, he left the ground without ever turning around.

Artemisia ran pointlessly around the area waving her spear deliberately out loud.

I feared chasing the two of them who had fled, but there were untrained wreckages scattered across the canopy, even flying around the sky.

"Come on down now. I'll put this on you!!

But no matter how much she provoked, she was nowhere near the battle.

As Artemisia stood over her head and barely exchanged, she felt the flow of intense moving air behind her back.

The smell of a mighty beast stepped into the vicinity.

Turn away the instant blade wind. Without even looking back, he rolled the spear backwards with all his might.

I felt a strong response cutting through the bark and meat that rocked the mountain. A giant like a black wall was currently peeling its fangs when it flipped as it pulled through the tip of the ear.

"Giant Grey Spotted Bear (Giant Bug Bear)! When this happens!!

The giant over four metres was littered with gray spots like insect eaters (bugs) based on the origin that bore its name. The giant gray-spotted bear (Giant Bug Bear) was a large monster that lived only in the deep mountains of standing on two hind legs and hunting for prey with four forelegs.

"It's a rough day for a dragon."

He lowered himself and slipped through the crotch of a giant grey bear (Giant Bug Bear).

Run straight for the cave that houses the keeper.

I had to abandon my spear in front of a narrow cave.

The giant gray bear (Giant Bug Bear) lost interest in Artemisia or began to fight with Wyburn for a treat left over from the clay. Two monsters are fighting hard as they raise their anger.

Artemisia took off her helmet in a daze.

Sweat gushes gently as it boils from all over your body.

The contentious voice outside suddenly disappears.

Strange silence covered the area.

I looked up and saw how it was going.

Oddly enough, the two monsters stopped arguing and began to swallow the wreckage amicably as to whether each realm was determined to be natural.

Still, the sound of chewing blood dripping meat creeps into my ear.

Whenever the merciless sound struck me in the ear, I almost lost my mind.

"Yes, Lord Klund!

Artemisia turned her gaze to the keeper, who would not leave him slightly mobile while lying on his back.

I felt a faint but breathing movement when I put my hand on my mouth.

"Excuse me."

Relaxing his blood-black chest clothes, a few centimeters down from his grand chest muscle, he had just about a softball hole penetrated deeply.

Could it be the effect of the healing light (healing light), the wound had already stiffened the blood slightly, but still slightly blue-black odd fluid stained.

"Is it painful! It must be painful, come on, be strong, Lord Klund!

Artemisia took away all her jacket and let it lie on her sur coat, speaking to the collector, who would not have heard it already.

"This is..."

Hiu, forced to swallow the scream he was about to raise.

Countless dos black spots had already surfaced all over the upper body of the vaulter for intense biological poison.

When I saw the thick chest plate faintly up and down, I could barely tell the lifeblood was connected, but death was so obviously imminent that anyone could see it.

Artemisia has been a typical aristocratic lady of Romless faith from an early age.

However, because he was born with a large body and preferred martial arts himself, he inevitably took the road to the White Cross Knights (Sanctus Knights), where he could straighten out two things: faith and social service.

I knew that it was impossible for me to marry a man and have a child, and live a normal life. By the time I was old, my worried father had brought several friendships, but everyone. As soon as he saw his face, he refused from one end. My future companion attributed all his efforts to wearing makeup that I was unfamiliar with and dressed in fright to blisters.

I can't help it, Father. There is no way you can be here, such as the lord who will get me.

I wet my pillow in tears. Whenever I was forced to laugh and show it, it was painful to have to be fixed that I didn't want a crowd mix or anything.

When any man saw himself at first sight, he had a backward pulling grin. No one knows how much I've been hurt each time. You can't possibly know.

Artemisia is strong. Something big and strong can't hurt you.

If you get more and more skilled at martial arts, the only place you can help it is in the struggle. The more we entered the golden wolf and took the initiative in hunting the vengeful beasts against the people, the more Artemisian prestige rang beneath the heavens.

But I didn't really need anything like that. The stronger he became, the greater the spread of the circle surrounding him went away, rather than narrowing. If I thought I was going to die without anyone ever hugging me, there were days when I was horrible and I couldn't sleep at night. In the bed, comforting one self, after pleasure, voidness lashed in the chest asexually.

"Klund"

He was an odd man. When we first met, instead of showing fright, he saw Artemisia's chest strong with glittering eyes. I was the first person to react like that. That's why I was so strongly impressed.

He was weaving his coat from the top of his armor. You can't possibly figure out the fuzz or anything, but that innocent funny had some strange freak living with him that he couldn't hate.

"Help is definitely coming. Until then, be careful."

Artemisia put her mouth on the treasurer's wounds, licking the venom with her tongue and spitting it out.

I know it's a meaningless act. If I hadn't continued with that, I would have managed my head with impending despair and obstruction.

If you want to crusade as a golden wolf in the pure sense, it was only natural to leave the collectors and others alone, return to the tabernacle and set up an interception posture to carry out the raid again. As an organization, the amount of bounty spent is so necessary that it can get its hands out of the operational throat.

What Artemisia is doing is an act of treachery against the organization if we shelve the pre-construction of humanity.

He's behaving in disregard of the squad's norms for a man in front of him who's not even part of the same clan. It was an obvious punitive act, renouncing his duties as deputy captain.

"... Now it's time to banish the clan. No, the honorable White Cross Knights would kick me out, too, if I were to kill one of my men."

Artemisia almost lost consciousness after remembering a severe headache because of her tongue soaking in the venom many times. The mood sinks at an intense rate. I felt like I jumped into a bottomless swamp myself.

"Never mind."

The Evil Dragon King was too strong. I don't think we can defeat each other by slashing each other without the will to fight.

Besides, Clan reinforcements won't make it either. Outside the cave, it's getting dim. With the sound of slamming the ground, I finally realized it was raining.

"I'm scared, Klando. The truth is, I'm a coward. You can't beat a monster like that by yourself."

No response. Heavy mindfulness fills your whole body so intense that your chest is about to crumble.

I wanted you to speak up. I wanted you to encourage me to be okay.

A feeling of loneliness like the only one in the world pushes me.

Artemisia glanced softly at her lips as she lifted the forehead of the collector.

"I'll keep my word. I'm not gonna wake up. It's your fault."

The golden waves fluttered and hid the face of the collector. The two shadows remained stationary, united for some time.

Artemisia let go of her lips softly as she sighed hot, "Ha."

She clenched the collector's large, thick hand, without worrying about the white gloves getting dirty, and looked at herself and cheeked.

Tears spill out of my eyes.

The moment the spilled Shizukuishi swept through the wound, the chest of the collector rapidly glowed blue and white.

"Hey, what is it? This..."

Artemisia remained stunned and caught in a swirl of light.

A testament to the brave engraved on the chest of the treasurer. The Immortality Seal, Immortality Red, was activated abruptly. In an instant, the space of the dark canal is surrounded by intense holy light, and every being is anointed.

"What the hell?"

Unexpectedly, I felt the fingertips of a man who had never been slight move.

"Klund!

"Ugh..."

"You noticed, whoa, God!

As Artemisia sneezed her face, she prayed with both hands together with a crying expression.

"Where is this place..."

"Is it hard or painful? Reinforcements will be here soon! Ugh, it's not a lie. It's true. Yeah, whatever I can do!

"... awesome, creepy. I want to distract you."

"What!

"Show me your boobs."

"Oh, boobs. Oh, well."

When Artemisia turned her entire face bright red, she removed her armor as she had decided to.

I want to accommodate all the demands of the collector.

The unrelenting goodness dominated Artemisia's emotions.

Easily, when you rub your jacket off.

Not much shame, it was stained with Zhu as if it had boiled down to the tip of his ear.

The pure white bra is so eye-catching. One hundred seventy-eight centimeters and her well-physique breasts were super boobs, shameless wherever she put them out, proportional to their size.

It is a beautiful shape. It had an artistic tension that I couldn't even see a little sagging because of my large chest muscles being built up for years of training.

"Please, do something about it. I look like an idiot."

Artemisia turned away in disgrace, keeping her eyes down. Honey-colored hair flowed gently across my chest. The contrast between white skin and gold was more pronounced.

"It's a watermelon... no, it's nothing. Artemisia, thank you. And, please, let me touch you."

"Do as you please, no more"

The collector nodded his fingertips at a watermelon-sized breast as he gently extended his hand.

"Oh, big guy. Besides, I don't like it. Goddess."

"Ba, silly"

Do this and enjoy moderate elasticity and softness. Artemisia's breath gradually becomes rough.

"Also, hey. Not any more."

"Oh, thanks to you, I'm perfectly better."

"Silly. Because I'm feeling a little better -?"

I was stunned as I turned around. When I gently reached out to the body of the collector, I made sure.

"No, the spots."

I couldn't help but be surprised at Artemisia. Because the poison that was nesting throughout him could not disappear as if it had not been there from the beginning?

"Unfortunately, my body is specially made. Here."

"Warm. What is this?"

Crawl your fingers at the crest that shines thinly on the chest of the collector.

Light light eventually lost its shape as the snow melted.

"This crest activates on its own when I'm about to screw up. To some extent, I can operate. No, that was pretty bad this time. What?"

A twitch and a large grain of tears thrive in Artemisia's eyes. She cried like a child as she wrinkled her high nose beam.

"Wish, Wish! If you can, why don't you do it from the beginning! You know how worried I am!

"Whoa, whoa, wait. Oh, my God, it hurts. It hurts!"

The collector softly muddled his eyes tears with his fingers as he embraced the crying Artemisia.

"I was worried. Baka......"

"I wish I'd been alone. I'm a competitor."

"I saved you and you're coming..."

"Oh, all right, all right. Don't cry. Don't cry."

"I'm going to grab the kid..."

"Okay, sweetheart."

As the collector gently mouthed Artemisia's lips, he stood up and rang his shoulders.

"Come on, it's a big deal about dragon extermination. Let me make you regret not killing me."

The night had just dawned upon the arrival of the land, but the world was already on the brink of darkness. Fragments of eaten scattered bodies were visible everywhere in the centre.

If you were in this place, would you have stepped on it when it was on bait? When the collector showed himself from the cave, the giant grey spotted bear (Giant Bug Bear) barked and became Jen royal.

Almost at the same time, you sensed signs of a struggle or Wyburn flew out of a nest hole overhead.

"Let's get rid of that big fat ass first. Don't pull it out."

"Oh, I got it."

You blew off the stray, there was no stray in Artemisia's face.

When she handed the Great Sword of her hips to the Folder, she put up the Virgin's Spear (Holy Lance) and poked her foretips at the monsters.

The collector carved a wild grin on his slender weight as he pulled out the great sword handed to him.

Due to its weight, the Great Sword, which is two metres long, is a silo thing that cannot be handled without both hands, but it was a comforting addition to working with giant monsters.

"Coming!!

At the same time as he shouted, Artemisia lowered the rustle.

It was the giant gray-spotted bear (Giant Bug Bear) that cut the battle fire.

A giant storms through the earth as it rocks. I bounced up the mud, and the roar rang.

"Magic Hardening (Enchant)! Enhanced Magic (Strength)!"

Artemisia continued to cast spells as she sickened next to the collector. This is Sequence Magic, a continuous magic of weapon strengthening and physical strengthening.

A giant gray-spotted bear (Giant Bug Bear) penetrated. As the collector stepped into small pieces and engaged in a series of four-armed attacks, he tapped the Great Sword as he slipped through the mud.

The giant gray-spotted bear (Giant Bug Bear) fell into the front glance as she screamed.

"This oops!!

Artemisia slammed a spear deep into the right eye of the giant gray-spotted bear (Giant Bug Bear) as she jumped. With the protection of the Virgin, the artifact emits white light, making a buzzing noise and pushing it from the orbit to the cerebrum.

The sound of burning meat and smoke stood around as the mighty calorific spear sank.

A giant bear moved her forelegs like crazy as she endured the pain.

"What's up! Where are you after!

Artemisia deflected her forefoot attack when she took her hand away from the spear.

Glancing, use the entire back of your foot to backkick the stone poke.

As the Virgin's spear (Holly Lance), which had been buried up to half way, drifted with the shock of a back kick, she advanced as she burned and scorched the brains of the giant gray-spotted bear (Giant Bug Bear), breaking through the back of her head to expose her tips.

Wyburn, who confirmed that the giant grey spotted bear (Giant Bug Bear) had fallen, plunged for Artemisia.

Triple nails shimmered as they indiscriminately reflected the residual light of the falling sunset.

The collector ran up the body of the giant bear at once, letting his magically enhanced physical abilities be fully demonstrated.

I waved the Great Sword with full strength.

The Great Sword made an unusual wind-cut noise with the Byu and drew an arc.

Wyburn flew again screaming when he was mowed of both legs stretched out.

Blue and black blood runs out of the mutilated wound.

The blood of a scattered dragon struck the fur of a giant gray-spotted bear (Giant Bug Bear).

Wyburn is trying so hard to wing with his injured body.

The collector rushed over to the back of the giant bear's head to squeeze the protruding spear's tip directly.

"Whoa, whoa!!

I put all my spiritual powers on my left hand. A sharp blade eats into the palm of his hand and bleeds. Artemisia screams. A spark splashed heavily in my head, much of the pain. He bit down the impending nausea and the chills rising from his spine and pulled the spear out at once.

The flying away dragon's back gets smaller.

The collector threw the spear with all his might as he rolled the back of the giant bear.

The Virgin's Spear (Holy Lance) flew straight like a meteor.

Tearing through a mixed world of red and black, the spear skewered Wyburn's torso to be sucked. A deafening cry flowed from the dragon's mouth with its tail drawn.

As the collector rolled down to the ground, he sickened toward the drop point as he stepped on the muddy soil.

Wyburn, who falls when he squeezes the sword with both hands, has rolled out his final lift and the poisonous needle on his tail.

"You'll eat it twice!!

The collector waved the great sword horizontally.

The silver wire arced when it became.

The dragon's poison needle rolled over the doddly muddy ground when it was broken from its roots.

The collector threw the great sword forward with his hands poked.

The Great Sword ran to slip through the void at a tremendous speed and poked deep into Wyburn's face. I tried to twist the squeezed blade and shook it off.

The dragon's head blew up a bright blue blood splash like a fountain, and a loose giant sounded the ground and rolled into the earth.

"I did it, I did it"

Artemisia, who had rushed over, hugged her from her back as the collector poked her knee with a flat shoulder. Surging momentum, he rams from his face into the dirt.

"You..."

When I raised my muddy face complaining, I now received her embrace again, which I was impressed with from the front.

"Wow, wow, wow, wow! Great, you are!! How manly! No complaints!!

The collector received a storm of kisses all over his face like descending from the excited Artemisia as he was pushed down by a sea of mud. I feel sick with my back soaking in mud plenty. The muddy cold stained me.

But as I saw her with a full smile, I felt the natural and systemic stiffness melt away.

Embrace Artemisia with both muddy arms.

She has held it back with all her strength as well as her loss.

It was an amazing force. In other words, it totally surpassed the strength of the collector.

My lungs were compressed and my trachea narrowed. I don't know, I tear eyes.

"It's like a miracle. I thought it would never work."

"That's not true. I'm an immortal man."

The treasurer coughed up to the power of stirring up his spine, thinking maybe not anymore.