Dungeon+Harem+Master

The collector ran out to the men in a straight line like an unleashed arrow.

The men who had asked for a large number were upset by just the front breakthrough and the movement was slightly stiff.

The collector wields his gripped long sword with all his might.

The silver wire ran diagonally.

The man with the sword was slapped vertically in the face and glanced and fell on his back.

The two sides are slashed at the same time.

The collector turned forward without killing the momentum.

At the same time move the long sword fine at the feet of the men.

The white blade sharply damaged the men's tibia deprived them of their ability to act.

With his back on his back, he sticks his long sword up against the chest plate of the fallen man.

The blade erupted a bright red blood splash when it stabbed deep into the tuba.

The collector rose with his face dyed bright red with returned blood.

The momentum jumped well when I kicked up the sitting man's face.

I descended into the three of them with their swords still trembling.

A black coat caught the wind and hung large.

The faces of the dazed men appeared in sight.

The long sword drew the half moon.

The silver wire ran horizontally across the face of the man who stood on the bar.

The man exclaimed and vomited blood reflexes when he was severed deeply from both eyes to the back of his head.

The collector raised his long sword high above his head at the same time as he landed.

A uninhibited man pokes in as he summons. Half-body and slaughtered.

At the same time he waved his long sword diagonally.

The flash flowed like a meteor.

The blade scraped off the man's nape diagonally.

The man tried to swim and when he peeled off his white eyes, he threw out the bottom and exhaled.

The one who took the back shakes up his hand axe and hits me.

The collector switched the long sword backwards and rolled it out backwards without looking back.

The long sword sharply pierced the man's lower abdomen, destroying his organs. Kick him in the chest and pull out the blade.

At a slow foothold, he approached the man who had his tibia slashed and was unable to move.

The man is crying and crying and begging for his life when he throws away his gains.

Only a bright red tongue looked odd in his black hair and stretched beard.

"You can't."

When I told him mercilessly, I slapped a long sword directly from the front.

The sound of a wet rag pounding against the slab wall sounded dull.

As the white blade slashed diagonally across the man's face, red and black meat bounced off the grueling wound.

I approached a man who was unconscious with a kick in the face.

You were pretending to pass out, and the man came up sharply with his sword.

The collector turned slightly half-hearted and threw a poke.

I dropped my long sword vertically so I could cover it.

The blade reached the ground and made a hard metal noise as it pushed straight through the man's chest plate.

As the collector cleaned up the seven men, he exhaled roughly with his long sword.

Both shoulders are up and down hard. The spilled sweat conveyed his cheeks and fell to his feet.

The moment I tried to get my disturbed breath in order, the tension I was straining broke.

"Shit-!!"

By the time I realized it was too late.

A white thread was emitted along with the strange sound of cleaving the sky from the other side of the darkness.

The big spider King Spider showed up in his footsteps with a strange voice. The spider thread completely sealed the movement as it instantly entangled the whole body of the collector.

The whole body moved and resisted, but as soon as it touched the air, the yarn solidified and became a natural rope.

Spider yarn.

It had an amazing viscosity. It was five times harder than steel.

The collector turned his face bright red and tried to escape from the commandment, but did not move one finger, and fell from his face on the spot. The long sword borrowed from the knights was from his fingers, and he made a noise and rolled.

At least I can put my strength into the muscles of my neck trying to raise my face.

"Yabba!

A strong floating sensation strikes the whole body.

King Spider began to wiggle with a thread wrapped around the collector's body.

It became an outfit wrapped around yarn and swung endlessly through the cave.

There are countless rocks growing out of the cave.

I struck my whole body on the rocky skin up, down, left and right.

A sun wheel descended behind the eye lid. When I wondered if a bright red spark ran through my head, my whole body rapidly got hot or cold.

The collector lost consciousness many times when he heard the sound of bones and meat crushing all over his body.

The spilled blood flows back through the trachea and stops breathing.

Blood tides flowing out of my forehead dyed my vision bright red.

The world is dyed red and thoughts are scattered.

I didn't even boil my anger and even hoped that this pain would go away.

Finally, a big flash burst in front of me. At the same time, I heard someone screaming far away.

"Mmm, isn't that a good zama? Klund."

The feeling of being stepped on the back of his head brought him back to consciousness.

I tried to raise my voice, but my tongue seemed paralyzed and I couldn't move.

When the collector managed to turn his face backwards diagonally, he caught sight of Fulcanelli distorting his face even as he seemed to enjoy it.

"Oh, it's enough to kill such a mutton fish. I'm worried about it. It's so bad for you. I knew you wouldn't make it to my Meryandale. Right, huh?

The collector moved his mouth like a goldfish as he lifted the swollen eye lid.

"Hmm, what is it?

"... fuck you, you adulterer"

The collector spit accumulated in his mouth.

Flukanelli's cheeks are beaten vigorously with a bloody spit, and the sticky liquid pulls a thread and flows.

The face of the righteous boy burned with anger as if it were a night fork.

"Ohhhh!! That's what annoys me. Whoa!! You stupid monkey!! Don't piss me off. Whoa! Die! Die! Die! Whoa! Ohh!!

Fulcanelli kicked up the irresistible collector's body as he ran his eyes bright red.

I poke the hard part of my toe precisely into my stomach.

A dull sound sounded like kicking an ancient tire.

The body of the collector, glue-wrapped by the yarn of the monster spider, bounced up many times.

"Hehe, hehe. What do you say, my strength? A talent for manipulating these giant monsters with ease. The last one to win is decided to be this Fulcanelli. Seems like you brought my meat slave along well, but that struggle is also a bubble. So, because it doesn't make any sense to solve misunderstandings now. Why do they know how great I am here at all? Oh, oh, my God, it's so easy to get on Kirishima's slack! Shut up and I'm right, keep you, Kukukukland as all the culprits, everything went smoothly!!

Fulcanelli blew the bubble out of her mouth as she ate and spoke in an excited manner.

There was no fine dust on your son's face when we first met.

What is there was an inferior, self-loving, selfish nature that cut weirs and overflowed the surface.

"I knew you were the one who attacked Liliera."

"Ugh lol!! Oh, if you had been killed so hard, you wouldn't have had to kill Liliera!! Oh, what a poor Liliera!! Oh, my God, you're so bad. Whoa!!

Fulcanelli shouts as he sings, pressing the sole of his shoe against the head of the collector.

A hard sole squashed his dark hair and dyed the Zhu with spilled blood.

"You killed him!! Give her no sin whatsoever!!

"Ugh, that's loud! Originally this clan was meant to crush me and Meryandale when they got together. Ahhh!! Besides, I made this clan. Oh, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! I don't care what you do with it. Oh, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! If I killed the lilies and left the sword you took at the scene, the assholes would increasingly suspect you, and your sister would despise you and write a picture of you coming back to me! Why can't you just do what you want? Ahh! Always this guy is full of scum. Ahhh!!

As he kicked the collector's belly up with all his might as he screamed, Fulcanelli roughed his breath with his eyes open. Gradually, the intellect returns to the eyes. When his emotions subsided, he returned to his uncluttered son as usual and spoke extremely rationally.

"Excuse me. I got excited about what I did. Sa, kland. You're the only one who has to take him alive. The outing and Meryandale are tough. He won't help me with my secret ritual, and he's just being selfish and bothering me."

"What are you gonna do with me?"

"Come on, I don't know what to do. Well, I was hoping you could ask her to marry me. Hehe."

"What's everybody else going to do?"

"Guys? Yeah, the garbage will even feed my loyal servants. In the first place, that's about as useful as it sounds."

"Hiya!!

Did Elena understand her fate? When she screamed tall, she covered her face with both hands and shook her shoulders.

Fulcanelli was satisfied with her reaction and snorted with hun.

Raise your right hand with a brutal smile on your face.

King Spider shook up his front leg as he responded.

The aim is a keeper who stays rolling.

The tip of the foot leg was a sharp hook claw, which raised and swung down the unusual.

We can't dodge it in time.

Death is imminent.

At least when I tried to twist my body, I was shocked straight from the side.

"... good"

Position where the collector was rolling. I tried to replace it and Reese appeared.

On her chest, sharp nails of giant spiders were poking deep from her back, eating through her belly and tips popping out.

"Oh, come on, will you turn against me?"

Fulcanelli, when crushed ironically, sent a signal to the Apostle, the Warcraft, to have his nails removed.

There was a hole in the middle of Reese's chest with a big bubble, and the blood tide was blowing out with momentum.

"Reese!!

I no longer had time to worry about the pain.

I managed to stretch my arm with it tangled in thread.

A leash falls on the chest of the laid-back keeper.

Her complexion was white as paper, and it was even beautiful.

"... Takeshi?

"Hold on! Hold on!!

Speak up strongly.

Why are women all the time!!

Reese smiled weakly, slowly closing his lost focus eyes.

"That's warm.... hey, just one last thing, please"

"What, say anything!

"This is me, filthy... because it's the last time... like a princess, kiss me, I want you to"

"You're not filthy. This is the proof."

The collector attracted Reese's face and spoke softly.

Her lips were cold, and the taste of tears and blood engulfed her.

I let go of my face gently.

Closed eyes squeezed their last force and snapped.

Reese's eyes were pale and glowing like a clear sea.

"... right. Thank you, Klando. Wow, me. Come on, lady."

The last time Reese smiled like that, he pulled out his whole body.

The treasurer has fallen in. He stretches his arms out to hold her body back.

As soon as Reese's body became fine sandy, Sir made a mild noise and collapsed.

"What, so?"

The treasurer is desperate to hold her as she wakes up.

Unmercifully her body turned into a small chunk when everything turned into dust, as it had been from the beginning.

At the same time Fulcanelli's crazy laughter echoed.

"Anything, nothing! Because that leash is a homunculus I built! I had no idea you believed my blown lies until the moment you disappeared! That's hilarious!!

Fulcanelli laughed off in a way that was crazy and irresistible as she folded her body forward.

"What do you mean..."

"You're a completely ill-conceived man! She seemed unacceptable to be treated as my toy from start to finish. Wouldn't you be surprised how self-conscious the puppet style is? That's why I gave you a simple hint. to that mud doll.“ Reese is the true Meryandale, in fact, you aristocratic lady. My true self was not a homunculus, but a poor girl who went from a little goodwill to a tragic heroine ”Take! Without that much comfort, I guess I couldn't tolerate my way of life without any hope! It was just the last time I deserved to be on the road to screwing around believing in lies to the end!!

"How dare you make a farce with precautions? Well, that's it... Still, I guess most of the talk about Reese is true."

"Oh! But the decisive part is different. Except for the fact that she was a heroine."

Come to think of it, it was a good mistake to fit Meryandale's good fall into the service life of Homncrus.

Meriandale, if you believe what Fulcanelli said, is seriously injured falling from the second floor in a raid the day before the ceremony. Nor was it strange to think that falling in a place of nothingness still had some kind of disorder in his leg.

"Now you've heard the whole story."

"Huh. Oh, you still think you can do something, you filthy monkey."

"I'll kill you. You're not complaining."

Fulcanelli, when he heard the words of the treasurer, stared jizzily with pitiful eyes.

"Oh, no, apparently, you've caused so much brain damage that you don't even know what's going on. A little too much, I guess."

The collector reached for the sand in front of him as he rolled.

The gray sand touched was illuminated by the lantern's light, pale and sumptuous.

Reese's lonely smile came back in his brain.

From the palm I grabbed, a chunk of sand makes a noise and spills off.

Shizuku, the blood that passed on his fingers, is sucked into the stream and disappears.

Emotions disappear. That usual feeling immersed my whole body.

Both crushed bones and torn meat regenerate so that everything unwinds time.

Immortality Red, the crest of immortality on the chest, shines out strongly.

The cave was instantly filled with a blue and white glow.

"Hey, what is this? Ha!!

Fulcanelli's upset voice rang far.

An unprecedented and tough force was regarded on the whole body of the collector.

The moment a broken muscle reconstitutes, it traverses human limits at an improbable rate.

The spider yarn wrapped around his whole body, as soon as he was exposed to blue and white luminescence, chopped a thousand pieces to melt.

Fulcanelli's frightened gaze followed the stood up collector.

Did the alchemist on the outer road panic about the absolute situation being created, or his whole body starts to tremble into small pieces, as he did on the bamboo.

"Use this guy!!

A sinister baritone's voice flew from the other side of the darkness.

It was almost simultaneous with Fulcanelli giving instructions to the Warcraft and the release of a sword waved by one.

When was he going around behind his back, he threw the Ranger's Kirishima back at the collector with what was being taken?

The collector jumped up and caught the holy sword “Black Lion” thrown at him.

He pulled the long sword out of his sheath in a flowing motion as he rushed out with his black coat hanging.

The Great Spider King Spider sprays a thread at me if I don't tangle the body of the collector.

I ran to the zigzag and scratched it.

I lowered my head and dodged the leg attack that rolled out.

The movement was unstoppable and the long sword was placed on the upper stage.

Diseases like a violent wind.

The long sword rolled the wind and sparkled the flash.

He waved a black lion as he ran through King Spider's abdomen.

The blade grinned deeply as it ran in a straight line through the blue and white belly of the great spider.

As the great spider ejected the blue and black fluid like a waterfall, he raised a scream that folded his eight walking legs.

As the collector ran through to the rear of the King Spider, he flipped his body and climbed his back.

Holding the long sword with both hands, he protruded perpendicular to his head with full force.

The Black Lion destroyed the King Spider's brain when it buried halfway through his body to be sucked.

For the pain, the big spider runs wild around with his walking legs motionless.

The collector stepped out of the great spider as he quickly pulled out his long sword.

"Go back. Yeah, eh!! Damn, I missed you because of you, okay? Listen to me. Whoa!

Fulcanelli desperately tried to recall the Warcraft, but when he knew it was impossible, he fled the scene with his face drawn.

Warcraft King Spider.

It didn't come to despair, but it would be only a matter of time until death.

The great spider disappeared into the darkness of the dungeon with its deep shoulders when it completely disengaged from the control of Fulcanelli.

The collector spoke to Kirishima before attempting to chase the fleeing Fulcanelli.

"In the end, what are you?"

Ask questions. I wasn't expecting an answer, but I had a reaction.

Kirishima showed a roll of age objects that held up only a few frowns.

"Thanks to you for dancing so much, this one got the job done well. Let me thank you for retrieving my sword."

Something came to mind from Reese's story.

"... well. You were hired by the Carlier family."

"Bingo. My role is to retrieve the book of stolen secrets, that kid was cautious inside, but I really needed to use a copy when doing the secret of alchemy in this dragon vein. The last thing I did was rush him."

"Now you owe me nothing."

"Wait!

As the collector tried to rush out, Kirishima hurriedly called to a halt.

"What, we're in a hurry!

"One more piece of advice. I poked quite a bit into that house to take on this job. Klund, if you want to help that young lady, take great care. She has been tampering with her memory quite often"

"Memory tampering"

"Meryandale. She went into the sanatorium because the Carlier clan accidentally smeared the contents of her head. If you try to get in the way, you'll be desperate to get in the way. Anyway, in her, Fulcanelli is no stranger to her innocent brother as a child."

"I'll take your advice"

I crouched down and put my left finger through the fine sand only once more.

The cold sand comes wrapped around the sadness.

I creased between my eyebrows and grabbed my fist all the way in.

Once again, the collector ran out with no expression. As we push past the square towards the back, gradually the bulge of rock skin increases in intensity around.

Dragon pulse is where natural magic flows intersect, a point full of luxurious aura. In other words, if you perform magical secrets, summons, or demonization in this setting, your chances of success will increase.

As we went down the road, countless bodies of brand new adventurers were still rolling.

Perhaps King Spider was used to eliminate the intruder from one end in order to proprietary the place where Fulcanelli was most likely to perform his secret moves. The Adventurers' Union (Guild) would have caught my eye if I had done this in such an unscrupulous way. It was only as if it were a ruinous act that didn't think ahead.

Eventually, we arrived at a deep clog.

A pair of men and women were seen leaning against an altar-like place made of natural rocks. He was the weak figure of Meriandale, whom he saw for a long time, and Fulcanelli, with a face drawn to fear.

"Wait, Klund!!

Meriandale stood in front of him in full canelli. There will be no lies in Kirishima's words. The shrunken figure of Fulcanelli hiding on the back of a woman much smaller than herself was exactly the weak brother herself covered by her sister.

"Please, I will make this child's sins pay properly! So, please, please, just life!

The collector took a straight peek into Meryandale's eyes, who pleaded desperately.

Is she covered after learning all the work Fulcanelli has done?

It's about the cowardly Fulcanelli.

He would have begged his sister for her life by appealing to all sentiments for sparing her life.

Though the end of evil love, it was clear how many human beings would continue to be harmed for selfish reasons if the man in front of them were kept alive. That would be no exception to Meryandale.

As the collector silently advanced, there was a look of her with tears in her eyes and her hands wide open.

Get out of the way.

"Please, please. This child is my brother because of what happened!

Meriandale closed her eyes in such a way that she knelt and prayed with both hands together.

Fulcanelli next door learned from it as well.

My sister's feelings are deeper than I think. A bitter snail stuck up my throat.

I'm not going to take a righteous side.

But no matter how many creators he was, there was no way he could forgive the outrage that Fulcanelli had gone to lease.

Power falls out of your whole body in vain.

However, the collector's gaze cannot even be dimensioned from the full canelli.

I didn't miss the boy stretching his fingertips to the hipster rapier.

"Whoa, whoa!!

Fulcanelli pulls through Rapier and hits him when he pushes Meriandale.

The collector tossed a chunk of sand against his face, which he was gripping into his left hand.

Taking away his vision, Fulcanelli dressed to protrude Rapier in the direction of the day after tomorrow.

I know it's human, but it's a doll, but it's no different.

When you die, everything will return to its dust.

The collector waved his long sword horizontally in a tearing mood.

When the long sword glowed like a polished mirror, it broke the belly of Fulcanelli deep beside it.

Meryandale eyes. It opened up in such a way as to be incredible.

Crimson blood tides and organs pour out of the broken belly like dodgy overflowing.

Before the bloodstream soaked the ground, the black lion swung through vertically.

The flash shined.

Fulcanelli fell forward to swim as he splashed his brain plasma around him as he was severed in two straight from his face to over the heso.

It's blood. I poke it out of my face.

The limbs I held tight trembled in pimples and small pieces and eventually stopped forever.

The Special Crossword Slash gave Furukanelli his full strength.

"No, ahhh!!

Meryandale thanks Fulcanelli for falling asleep.

She threw down the hat she was wearing and broke her body into letters and cried in sadness.

"Why, why are you doing this! Nothing, you didn't have to go this far, that's great!! Awful, that's too harsh. Whoa!! I hate, hate, hate!! Murderer...... Murderer!!

Meriandale wet her cheeks with tears and continued to vomit cursing words.

The collector turned his back silently and spread his left hand.

The remnants of sand left in the palm of his hand did not disappear. It was terribly vain. Shake a blade that sucked plenty of blood. The still warm blood tide splashed on the rocky skin and disappeared.

Walk out in front of the jacket.

The figure of the zodiac disappeared sucked into the darkness of the labyrinth.

Meriandale attended the funeral when he transported Fulcanelli's body to his parents' house and returned to Silver Villago without staying overnight.

Only two attendees are her and her brother Cain. Too rusty. It was a goodbye.

Meriandale was remembering everything.

Was it shock therapy that the collector slashed the flucanelli, and all the parts of his memory that were vague were in their original position? It was order. Memories. Everything was a reminder of Fulcanelli's evil deeds in different ways. That he attacked himself. That I killed my fiancée. The nightmare flew through the back of her brain as many times as it had just happened yesterday, and her spirit became a mess.

Even back at my parents' house, I had no place of my own in that place. On the contrary, even the maids, who cared and were close to their newlywed brother and wife, behaved coldly. Returning to the atelier to escape, he sits on the sleeping table and continues to stare at the wall without doing so. Is it the price, my parents are now getting the corresponding monthly delivery? Happiness or unhappiness gave way to funds, and I no longer had to dive into the dungeons at my peril. All that was left of her was to strike at the study of thoughtful alchemy.

I got the life I wanted.

"I wonder why. I'm not happy at all, you know."

Meriandale's mind had a desolate sense of vanity spreading uninterruptedly.

Standing up at a cursory foothold, he leaves his room.

I noticed I wasn't eating with an uncertain head and headed to the table. When I sat down in the chair, I scratched the hard black bread in the first place.

A few days ago, someone was delighted to eat their own dishes in this place.

Now I think that the collector had a full cannelli in his hands because of himself.

I cursed him with temporary emotion.

Whenever intense regret strikes me like a wave, I get bored.

The only thing left for her was to renege on the mix-up time with him, which she had now lost.

"That..."

And the back of my hand touched something hard.

Something fell under the table.

Pick it up from under the dusty floor that you won't be cleaning for days.

What I had in my hand was a Seven Treasure Grill badge that was not for the collector at the souvenir store that day.

"Oh, oh, that"

The badge, adorned with a Romless eagle, stares at this one as it shines in the sunlight entering through the window. The shallow black face, which made me laugh so clumsily, blinks in the back of my brain many times.

Suddenly, Meriandale's entire body exploded with sadness.

"Ahhh! Ahhhhh!!

Meriandale grabbed the badge with both hands, shaking her body and whimpering violently.

Lost memories and days come back brightly colored.

Push your arms against the table and raise and lower your shoulders hard.

I roared with a voice that I didn't think was my own.

"Ohhhh, Klund!! Oh, remember, remember me!!

There were so many tears and spills that it seemed to me where it remained in my body.

His vision clouded bright white, and his head burned bright red like a bursting flaming column.

Potatoes and large tears struck the round surface of the badge like rain.

Meryandale kept crushing the man's name like crazy when he hugged his badge.

The Romless Eagle feathers were heavily wet with tears and were no longer likely to fly.