Dungeon+Harem+Master

Exactly. This guy would be against the rules!

And the Zao cried out in his heart.

"In the story, this guy would be treating Russ Boss"

It was an honest feeling about the Red Dragon, confronting the evil Dragon King Vritra in the open central part of the camp, and once again making its alienation current.

Big first. Big no matter what.

Would the winged width be enough to have arranged about two large buses?

Given his stature most of all, the wings were undeniably slightly smaller.

Even Wataria Houdri has a maximum wing length well over three metres.

In other words, I guess it operates supported by magic theories that outweigh fluid dynamics.

He had a frightening, ferocious eye.

The zodiac peeked directly into the eyes of the evil dragon king, experiencing intense headaches and vomiting. I feel like something like an unusual poison gas and a radio wave is radiating. Definitely.

The collector suddenly developed a blunt pain in his stomach and struck his tongue.

Position the set Great Sword in front of the eye. The shudder on the cutting edge became so strong. I can hear people fleeing at a distance. Lack of realism. I felt like I was the protagonist of a Hollywood movie. In front of a monster named Dragon, I knew once again how small human beings are.

The sword in my hand is starting to look like a chatty toy. I forcibly aroused my impotent temper to move forward jizzily. Gradually proceeded to walk to the evil dragon king. A slight sweat gushes all over my body. I had an unusual thirst for it. No, I hear something like tinnitus, and my vision gradually narrows. The treasurer moistened his lips with his tongue as he heard his heartbeat sounding as if it were an early bell.

Was it intimidation or an uninterrupted roar of voice?

Losers and collectors roar with temper.

Two red eyes lived in emotion for the first time.

The giant jaw of the Evil Dragon King sets a goal for the Caveman.

The tide of the showdown was extreme.

"Concorn. Come on, it's the gong to start the game, evil dragon king!!

A collector ran out with a great sword.

At the same time, a huge fireball continued to spit out of the mouth of the evil dragon king.

The collector kicked the ground and jumped. A rocket running through the sky devoured the tent behind it and dyed the area bright red like daylight.

The collector ran horizontally through the great sword he held. The silver wire is torn into darkness and released into a single piece of light thread.

Ooh, and I had a response like I slapped a chunk of iron. I almost took off my paralyzed sword. Dragon's right leg. Decent slaughter, but the Evil Dragon King didn't make it slight because he didn't feel any itching. It was like treating a baby.

At no time the dragon swung a thick tail like a giant tree as it inverted the giant.

It was a blow that could be killed instantly just by plundering.

Fly as fast as you can.

Just spend all your time avoiding it.

The intercession is human and dragon. It was as powerful as a lion and an earthworm.

More than in ancient times, another hero immortalized the name by challenging and defeating the dragon.

I understand the collector now.

There's no way I can defeat such a bucket.

Yes, if something beyond people's knowledge doesn't work, there's no way I'm going to fight it. You have to burn your life if you're going to defeat the impossible while you can't have that. Exercised all body muscles to the limit to avoid enemy blows.

But even if it's a light jab for a dragon, it can be the final blow for a collector, Finishing Stroke.

The tail blow waved by the dragon gently lifted up towards heaven as it bounced the surrounding tent like a paperworker. The tent roared and rose high and vanished far away. Overwhelming intimidation. Seems to stand at the true core of the storm.

The collector pushes and kills the fright again and moves forward again. I kicked the ground and ran.

I lowered myself and slipped through between my crotches.

The aim seemed to be a soft groin.

Galin, and a spark scattered from the tip of the blade when it sounded like a slap of iron. The great sword runs through the dragon's crotch.

But the dragon's epidermis, harder than steel, didn't scratch as much as hair, and he easily cut the cutting edge of his sword.

He rolled and moved as he rubbed his face against the soaked ground with light rain from the fold.

The claws of the evil dragon king were slapped down, as he slammed the featherworm into the earth. Each one of the dragon's claws is the length and sharpness of the long sword.

The treasurer was like being constantly pounded out of nature's three manoeuvres. He slammed the sword against his fingernails to beat him to the ground. The Great Sword won by thickness finally succeeded in jumping up the dragon's nails.

The moment I tried to get up, I was severely slashed on the shoulder.

Blood bled out violently from the broken shoulder. It feels like being pushed with a giant's arm.

My eyes were stained bright red with pain.

Bite the pain.

It's just a flash of life.

Inspire yourself strongly. But I can't keep myself if I don't.

The collector ran straight through the scene and took the distance again. I restated my sword with my breath on my shoulder. The current exchange has drained my health abnormally.

I try to get my breath ready, but my heart is pulsing so hard that I can seem to play it. I deliberately turned my gaze around to distract him. Vision was good in the flaming sea that spread around. The retina clouds with sweat flowing like a waterfall. I looked straight at the score I held in both hands. The blade tip of the Great Sword had turned into a gizzard like Sasara.

"Damn, what a jerk!!

Dragon scales have the strongest hardness on this earth.

The great sword of Artemisia was a commodity, but the interpretation was for interpersonal use.

It didn't work as well as fine dust on dragon species.

I didn't have time to think about it.

No.

The monster in front of me won't allow it.

Once again, the dragon's firebrace jumped toward the treasurer.

The flames of the Red Lotus ripped the darkness and stretched straight. Flew away.

"Gee hee hee!!

One adventurer who was on the run caught fire in Morro. The man left on fire poked his hand at the tent as he ran out screaming. As the flame burned into the tent in an instant, the flame spread once and for all whether it had ignited the oil kettle that remained inside. The burning smell of human flesh punches me in the nose tip. My head seemed to do something about it.

The treasurer blushed furiously as he stuck his forehead on his forehead with a dripping sweat. When King Evil Dragon tilted his body, he extended his long neck to the ground sleigh and opened his mouth wide.

Sharp fangs loom to the present.

As the collector jumped diagonally forward, he froze his spine when he heard the sound of his fangs and fangs meshing in front of him with a single haircut between them.

"Get down, Klund!!

Respond to your voice and lean low. A spear flew in, cracking the overhead air.

The thick roar of wearing meat rang to my belly.

Then the scream of the evil dragon king rose high.

Artemisia's thrown spear of the Virgin (Holy Lance) pierced the evil Dragon King's left eye deeply. Finished throwing the spear, she rushes over with the sound of rubbing her armor together.

Looks like a dog who finally found the Lord.

"Scales are tough, but the exposed parts don't seem to be."

The zodiac crushed as he looked up at the evil dragon king who had risen to heaven, unable to withstand the pain.

Artemisia in front of me looked white and neat.

He had a grim look like he burned up.

"I won't let you die alone."

"Huh?"

"If you die, I will die too!!

Artemisia shouted fiercely, putting her dagger against her neck muscle. The thin skin of the white throat was cut off, and the thread-like blood flowed slightly.

"Oh, oh, not if you're doing something now! Besides, I'm not gonna die. So no matter what happens to you, don't die, promise me!

"Really?"

"I don't have time to be pressing questions, ask for support magic. Don't you dare! Call me from one end of the line that might help!

"Oh, that's possible, though. Just remember this."

"Mm-hmm! Oh, the dragon is coming down!! Just give me a sec!

"If you die, I'll be Ni"

"Do you want a monk soldier!

Running up to heaven, Vritra, the evil dragon king, comes down with more speed in geometrical classics, championship. The atmosphere was cracked and an overwhelming mass flew in.

Murder overflowed the perimeter.

King Evil Dragon, who became a bright red bullet, intends to keri at once whether he has boiled his fortune to a slightly moving prey.

"Magic Hardening (Enchant)! Protective (Protective)! Enhanced Magic (Strength)! Shoes of Disease (Rapid)!"

Sequence Magic, a continuous sorcery, was unleashed to flow from Artemisia's mouth. The magic runoff became a vortex, covering the entire body of the collector.

It is a quadruplicate of weapons enhancement, physical defense enhancement, arm strength enhancement, and speed enhancement.

It was originally a near impossible separation for Artemisia, who is not a magician.

Her long body was about to collapse.

Leaving the scene diligently at the expense of remaining power.

- The race was thrown into the void.

Sounds like an earache.

The treasurer twisted himself one after the other with a fireball that was spit out against him. The fireworks streak burned down the ground like napalm bullets and lit up the area like daylight. How dry the soaked earth dried up at a scorching temperature.

When the collector made sure to screw and invert the muscles all over his body, he slammed his sword against the dragon's neck at an unusual speed with the help of magic. sounded like an iron crushing sound. When the Great Sword left half and broke, he fell into the void as he spun.

My whole body grew gross.

Images of Reapers waving down sharp sickles.

As soon as I slightly loosened my fingertips to throw out the sword of every remaining body, the jaw (aftermath) of the Evil Dragon King approaches the present.

With the strong shock the collector did hear the sound of himself being swallowed.

The world has turned dark.

I felt like my brain was fuzzy and jelly.

The zodiac had heard the sound of his body being swallowed by dragons and chewed in mind, as if by every person somewhere. Fortunately, there was no pain. It was similar to the feeling of consuming a large amount of alcohol and letting your consciousness loosen up. I didn't have the specs or anything to beat the dragon in the first place.

In the first place, how could I have been summoned to this world? My memories of when I was a college student didn't seem as if I was lying. What we've been through in this world is so impactful that it dilutes all the clutter that precedes it. Uhihi, I laugh, but I didn't feel otherwise pleasant. What an unusual way to end it.

Is this a good thing for you in this life?

(Not good!

I heard a woman. Is it an illusion? The collector tried to find the Lord of voices that echoed directly into his brain, but even the senses of the five bodies came to mind in an obscure state and gave up early.

(Don't give up all of a sudden!

No, that's why it would be my fantasy.

Still, you sound like you heard me somewhere.

(So it's me, brave man! It's me, it's Octavia)

I don't know.

Who the hell are you?

It was a complete dout.

(This is Octavia von Romles, who called the brave man! Remember!)

Oh, speaking of which, yeah.

Gradually, it's like I'm remembering.

... I remember, those boobs!

(CHUCKLES, forget about the breasts, whoa)

Well, it's the post-mortem world, so no wonder who comes out.

Finally, I became the star of the night sky.

(I'm not dead, no more! The brave man's life was in real danger, so he was finally able to connect with me)

What, so my life's still going on?

(It's going on at all. Eh)

Mm-hmm, sounds like some kind of kid. My princess's image breaks down.

Ma, look. Even so, if we could have had this conversation, you could have made a lot of contacts from the beginning.

When the collector was foolish, the audio-only Octavian voice said,

(The incomplete summons had prevented the brave man from holding his position well. Because the resilience of the brave is basically flowing from me. This time, I was so wounded to the abyss of life and death that the amount of magic released to heal it rose exceptionally, that I was finally able to accurately cross the line. Besides, I didn't have the Marin of the Royal Palace Demon Supervisor to keep an eye on me so that I could not exercise my detective magic. Most of all, Marine is currently ill and returning to her home, so we can only talk about it from time to time for a while. So, that. Um, thank you for helping me with that verse. Truth is, I wanted to see you straight away and thank you. Speaking of which, I sent you to pick up Victoire, haven't I seen you?

I try to recall the name Victoire, but the squishy brain of the treasurer couldn't immediately recall the person.

No, nobody's coming.

(Vee hasn't come back since I sent him to pick up the brave man imprisoned for this mistake. Aren't you here?

No, I don't.

(What is the matter? I'm worried, grate)

Or not if we're talking like this.

(It's just fine. The brave man is immortal as long as I and Path are connected. From now on, I will arbitrarily send my magic all at once. Because that way, your damaged body can be repaired in no time! It looks like you've been caught dangerously in the eye, but don't give up until the end. Whatever your ordeal, there is no haz you lose. Because you're the brave man I called!

Because of that, Eli, it's in my eyes.

(... because I apologize when I see you about that. Octavia is always hoping for a victory for the brave. Well, good luck!

Hey, hey!

Hey, hey, wait...

Power returned to the whole body of the treasurer, and the world regained light again.

Artemisia came to the spot to witness the man she loved being chewed by the giant dragon in front of her.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!

A cloudy scream echoed around me that I didn't think was my own.

I no longer had the energy to fight back. Vritra, the evil dragon king, swallowed up the wreckage as he chewed the treasurer's body many times with his sturdy jaw. The sound of continuing to shatter bones and meat must not snap into your ears.

Artemisia scratched her fingernails on both her cheeks at once. Several vermilion muscles ran steadily on the snowy white soft skin.

The dragon's red, long throat is rumbling into human form. The body of the collector, which had fallen apart into pieces of meat, was tucked away in his stomach as he glided down his esophagus.

My eyes seemed frozen with it fixed. Burning emotions instantly dominated every single hair tip of Artemisia.

"Oooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!

Artemisia cried as she scorched her vision bright red.

Strike your hands on the ground like a waste child as you call.

My whole body is going to be torn apart by the sentiment of regret.

Tears that conveyed cheeks sucked one after the other onto the dry ground.

Then, suddenly, dos black negative emotions sprang up.

The power I was losing was regarded.

I felt the blood tide burning like a flame in my body.

"No forgiveness, no forgiveness. Ooh! I'm gonna kill you, I'm gonna kill you. Aah!

From the look on Artemisia's face, humanity was completely obliterated. The soft eyes caught as hard as a night fork, and the root of the chewed teeth made a critical noise.

Her eyes.

It was filled with pure intent to kill, like a beast who had killed my son in front of me.

Changes occurred when Artemisia pulled out her last weapon, the hipster dagger, while being driven by emotions.

The last main dish was taunted, and the evil dragon king, who had a half-tranced look on his face, raised his bitter voice. The giant monster is twirling herself unscrupulously wielding her short hands and feet. Occasionally, incomplete flame exhalations leaking from his mouth made a noise and scorched the void in disguise.

"What the hell is going on?"

Artemisia, dressed with a shredded intent to kill, watched the change as she stood on the spot with a dagger.

The evil dragon king finally shouted with a distressed expression, how, and when he roared into the earth, he became hungry and shouted out loud.

As King Evil Dragon lay low and moved his giant wings inadvertently, he finally stretched his long neck high toward heaven.

Dragon's Neck.

When I stared, there was a rip at one point.

"Ma, sa"

That was no way.

Some fissures in the dragon's throat widened wide as he glanced at the tip of the sharp blade.

Chirali and white sashimi reflected the flames that scorched the surrounding area and glowed demonically.

"Liar, liar"

When Artemisia covered her mouth with both hands, she stared at the miracle without blinking, spilling a large grain of tears.

Unique blue and black blood poured out of the rift in the dragon's throat.

- At the same time, one man rolled out of the rift to the ground with bodily fluids.

"Klund!!

It was the figure of Shimonzo, who was thought to have been shattered and completely dead with dragon fangs.

The collector is the thinnest part of Evil Dragon King Vritra's skin with a long sword white. In other words, he scratched the part of his throat and finally made a living in this world.

"You were safe or you were safe, Klund!!

Turning his eyes to the look of Artemisia rushing over, he threw away the back hand he had, apart from the long sword. The black conical object stopped at her feet as she sounded lightly and rolled over the ground.

"This is Wyburn!

"Yes. It's his poison needle. He scratched all over Vritra's halibut."

Sooner or later, when the collector broke in front of his coat and pulled out the long sword white, he ran out in a straight line toward the back of the evil dragon king.

He jumped and squeezed the impending blow of the dragon's tail as it rose.

When I jumped on my back, which had a blurred red scale and made a squeaky noise, I ran up all at once for the back of my head.

Whenever Vritra twisted her body and was distressed as to whether Wyburn's poison was coming around her whole body from her gut, the vaulter had to cling to a scale as pointy as a blade. On the back of a dragon with bad scaffolding, a rodeo of death began.

Travel with a scratch and rubbing your belly. The clothes were torn and grated from the chest to the lower part of the body. The clothes became rash as if they had been lowered.

That's how I finally made it to the back of my head when I could see two horns.

It won't last long.

Judging so, he shook up his right arm with a sword.

But I hesitated for a moment before swinging it down.

White Buddha is only a weapon for people, and it does not allow them to have endurance to kill dragons.

The winning chance will only be once. Accuracy was demanded that neither the speed nor the aim had some gaps.

"Artemisia! What's his weakness? He said he did it right. The urchin's too hard for the sword!

"Legend has it that only one different urchin should exist in the Red Dragon's neck! Aim there!!

At the moment when each other's voices staggered, Vritra endured both suffering or kicked the earth and rose to heaven. Huge wings flap hard and altitude rises all at once.

Regardless, if altitude rises rapidly, oxygen concentrations and temperatures drop at once. Regardless of the dragon species, which boasts the strongest endurance among the monsters, it was doubtful how far the possessor's body could withstand.

Then let's hurry up with the settlement.

Cut the wind and the evil dragon king rushes up the heavenly floor of the "Squeaks".

The whole body of the treasurer froze cold, and the flowing bloodtide clotted as it wandered.

Get your tongue out and turn away like a wild dog. Root oxygen is taken from the lungs.

Feelings are lost from hands with swords.

He threw a dagger entrusted to him as he narrowed his eyes to the bright moonlight.

Once again, the silver light ran off at night. The dagger did not want to aim, but completely sealed his sight when he pierced the remaining Vritra's right eye.

Around, Vritra's body lost its buoyancy and began descending upside down.

In a floating sensation, the collector continued to gaze into his eyes, finally finding only one dragon scale with obviously different half-paper.

"It's Filippo's feeding, I'll take Temehe's neck!!

The collector put in his full strength and swung down his long sword looking for the steeple.

With the crushing sound of steel, half of the whitewash's body was crushed and scattered.

There was a clear sound, and the half-paper-large upside down scales were crisp.

I tried to tap into the tip of the buried blade and pushed the rest of the missing body into it with all my might.

A bright red torso sprays fire and burns up. The red dragon's idiosyncrasies, the body organ that produced the flammable gas that was the source of the flame, overheated with a sharp rise in body temperature caused by the wound.

A scream of anguish burst into heaven.

"See? That's the River Midway! Evil Dragon King!!

As the long sword proceeded as he broke the zubuzub and the meat, it stuck when it was buried to the tuna ex.

Red Dragon shouts his roar and shakes his whole body hard. The collector cling desperately as he leaped himself into the void holding his sword with both hands.

"Nevertheless."

I don't have the self to make it.

Yesterday and today, and now conveniently. I didn't expect to be framed crossing the river three times.

Someone was there.

When a man dies, he is called to heaven to become a star.

I'm not kidding.

I wish for the stars instantly overhead.

If I were to be reborn next time, a worm crawling through the ground would suffice.

I don't mind life being stomped on.

You'd think a muddy bug would be more alive than an instantaneous fixture.

As a bright red meteor, huge chunks of meat crashed to the ground.

The legend of the evil dragon king Vritra, who had terrorized the people leading up here, came to an end.

The search for the remaining units led by Artemisia discovered what looked like a dragon's body three days later.

They stepped on a obstructive mountain path towards the direction where the evil dragon king had flown down, keeping an eye on the wreckage in front of them.

Vritra's body lying at the bottom of the deep valley was completely carbide. Several men were engaged in the task of beheading as evidence.

"Wow, you mean you did this, Lieutenant?"

"It's not human business. Now you're saying that the name of the golden wolf, both famous and famous, resonated throughout the Romles"

"I feel shivering. If I'm a part of this, the women of the city won't leave me alone!

"Damn, he's in good shape. You were just running around."

"Whatever, Lieutenant Artemisia, no, Virgin Artemisia, your name will remain a legend."

"Oh, you said you destroyed the dragon alone! I'm really proud of you. About the deputy captain!!

The men slapped each other lightly and stared with a respectful eye at Artemisia walking diligently around Sawa.

Artemisia, on the other hand, was shaking her golden hair, looking for her surroundings with blood eyes, not even a stream of streams.

(Absolutely alive. Because I promised!

I lost color. Crushing each one with a crease. The men's blurring jumped in her ear.

"Whoa, whoa! Something's falling down here!

"What? This is a sheath."

Artemisia cracked the hedge and rushed to the center of the noise.

It stood secluded where the stream of the riverbank was starving.

Was the platinum-built sheath washed by the flow? The surface shifted the sunlight perfectly and glowed.

The sheath, entangled in fine driftwood and obliquely stood in good shape, was as harsh as a tomb marker.

"Ah, ah, ah"

Artemisia held her sheath tightly against her chest with open hands as she cut off the river water that soaked to her waist and proceeded.

My whole body cramps as hard as it cramped.

He exhaled sharply, flooding with tears.

"You promised you wouldn't die!!

A grieving cry of pity, striking the hearer's chest, echoed the cold breezy summer valley bottom.

According to the Reverend Andrew Territorial Record Book, Vritra, the evil dragon king, was debated at the hands of Artemisia du Berkur, deputy secretary of the clan "Golden Wolf”, and certain.

There are no other names in the record.