Dungeon+Harem+Master

The Lionel knights pull out their long swords and stand in front of them.

It is a flowing motion without some gaps. Reminded me of my extraordinary skill.

All ten of them have long sword training, and one or another knight.

I see, the Macarotiff giant is forged through, but he doesn't have one weapon in his hand.

The knights were obviously licking the hand-to-hand fight itself.

Speaking of battlefield flowers, they are spears, bows, swords.

It was, of course, informed in advance that Makarochiv was a strong man in the war who had survived the Coliseum for a long time.

But it's a slave-inspired spectacle. I never dreamed that the knights themselves would be unconscious. It is a chronic mind. Minus that, the macarotif's strength was real.

A giant thrusts through the ground.

Even at this point, the knights still had room.

Makarochiv could disappear from the spot like a pneumonia, wondering if he had shaken his body violently to the left to the right. It's impossible. The giant evaporated during the blink.

The knights, out of agitation, stopped thinking for a moment.

The moment always divides light and darkness on the battlefield.

Defeat was inevitable.

In the intense sunlight, the earthen smoke stood quietly.

"Shrink!!

Only the voice of a giant man sounds like an illusion. The sight of the knights wandered momentarily.

After a moment, only a flesh like a wax gave rise to an entity.

Makarochiv quickly waved his fist twice as he appeared in front of the knights neglectfully.

Heavy sounds of shooting meat and blood splashes sound intermittent.

A giant arm, trained to work out, ripped the sky apart and moved. At the moment of impact, only the question of incredibility in the men's expressions was raised in colour. When the two knights were destroyed in the face of each helmet, they became crumbling clay-eyed noses and sank into the earth.

Makarochiv unleashed a kick at the knight in front of him, who had been taken lightly.

A blow as heavy and fast as a giant tree pierced the knight's torso peacefully to his knee.

He was dressed like a kicked out toe of his leg growing out of his back.

When Makarochiv pulled out his legs with no expression, he set foot on the earth with momentum.

You remember the rush. How the knights around you are slain.

Makarochiv showed no fright, and when he stepped on both feet on the spot, he gripped both fists hard and shook his whole body muscles fine. An anger flows that suppresses the others.

Makarochiv intercepts the blade wind coming across the street at a flashing speed.

Kin, and a clear, hard sound rang loudly. The sword held by the five knights pierces the broken ground almost simultaneously from the former Tsuba. Light disappeared from his pupils all the time, and the men's bodies collapsed on the spot like a threaded hanging doll.

The throats of the five knights, all of them, had been sharply ripped apart as if eaten and torn by a beast.

Macarotiff pulled five soft throats at the same time at an unstoppable rate.

Seeing his falling apart companion, one of the remaining knights stripped his teeth and stepped in. The long sword falls diagonally sharp. inevitable speed and force. There was a grin on the cheek of the knight who was sure of the victory.

"Iron Hao"

Makarochiv simmered a burnt iron-like slaughter in his under-eye, and told him quietly.

Thick arms, likely as women's hips, turn blunt.

The struggling arm immediately increased in hardness and glowed cold and dull.

The long sword swung down in momentum. Ka 'an, and a hard noise rang.

As the knight's sword swung down broke from the medium range, he pierced the oak tree behind him as he spun sharply. At the same time the giant moved quickly.

Makarochiv grabbed the knight's head with one hand as he extended his long, thick arm.

"Gi, gi, gi"

The knight raised an odd voice like a rusty, ragged gear.

He is a man nearly one hundred and eighty long.

But Makarochiv hung it unbitterly like a pinch of yarn scraps.

It was an extraordinary force.

The knight has no shame or outcry while crying, just uttering words of begging for mercy. Caroline, in the form of leaning against the Duke of Lionel, was shaking her lips with a pale expression.

"Stupid. You're better than home. That, like that."

Lionel was a lord of Romeless fingerprints, capable of gathering thousands of soldiers from the territory if he wanted to. There is no way that a knight serving its Lord can be below standard.

What was surprising was the strength of Makarotif. Especially Caroline only had some confidence in her sword, and her trust in the knights was extraordinary.

No matter how strong she was, there was a nest of blind faith in her on pointless grounds due to the nobility of blood in a famous house.

A swordsman of far better skill than himself is slaughtered like a stream task. There was no trust in her, more than in her ex, in the strength of the treasurer or Artemisia.

"Oh no, this is..."

Though helped by the collectors, what they chased away was the Gorotsky flair at times.

I can't compare it to the strength of a knight without a multiplier. She thinks so.

Plus, we didn't arrange for reinforcements from anywhere because we didn't doubt the must-win.

Things proceeded relentlessly, ignoring the bloating despair in Caroline.

Huge palms contracted as Macarotiff floated thick blood vessels on his shaved bald head.

A scuffy terminator struck the perimeter.

Iron and meat are destroyed with the ease of folding a paper pack of caras.

Makarochiv grabbed his head from helmet to helmet without mercy.

There is a mixture of red and black flesh and cerebral plasma to become one.

The knight stuck his knee on the spot with the missing sword and stopped moving.

"You, you, you ah!!

A young little knight shook his voice and stood up to him.

It's fine to be brave, but he wasn't equipped with the underlying ability to be an organism.

That is, preservation of one's life.

Moving Makarochiv's gaze to his voice, he tongued at this.

It was an obvious disdain.

"Wow, wow, wow!!

"Stop it, Lorenz! Stay away from inadvertent!!

A skinny knight of his age yelled.

The little knight jumped towards Makarochiv as he waved his sword at the bullshit.

The giant fist fighter shook his left arm like a tree as he exhaled carelessly.

"O-rubo eh!?

Lorenz bounced lightly like a rubber clump. As he flew, he crept into the universe and struck his body hard against the wall upstairs.

Slowly slips down the wall like a smashed mosquito.

The blood and fat released from the mince became sticky and did not easily peel his body off the wall. Free to fall while leaving traces of vertical blood. Lorenz was dressed to pierce his chest with the sword he had when he descended to the ground as a wreck that did not retain the prototype.

"Whoa, that's Makarochiv you are. Eh!!

"You're a rotten knight, not an eye. Oh, no!

"Hey, bastards! Go on, brother! There's more of them over here in the first place!

"The bastards are a blood festival!! Why don't we just cry a high-handed aristocrat!

"I'll frame you till you lose your hips. Ugh!!

The men gained momentum by putting up the gains in their hands. Strength dwells in their eyes that were puffing me like a castrated wild dog. Everyone showed signs of a song attack.

The men's eyes were covered by Rudge, Caroline, and Artemisia.

Everyone was of high stature and maintained the elegance that the men would never be dealt with even if it took them a lifetime.

Strip and rule the women of noble stature naked. All you have to do is make yourself serve your male roots, force them to hold down and ejaculate them crying, and create a different excitement in your brain.

Men turned into a single male can't keep their tongues down in front of their prey.

I had an eye full of desire.

"Whoa, whoa. Don't kill Jizzy! Let it live! And there's that son of a bitch there! How dare you hurt my shoulder!! Absolutely, bu, bu, bu, bust, bust, bust, bust, bust!

Gorbot pulled his toad-like face further, jumping up and barking.

Ugly obese zla was shaken like a rotten bun.

"Whoa, look! Give me that!!

"Oh, yeah, reinforcements. Huh!!

One of Golbot's men pointed to the rear of the collectors.

There, I saw the rushing of fellow men who had been driven away by the light-hearted collectors in an earlier attempt to hunt down Caroline.

That number, eight.

Now the collectors received twelve enemies in the front and eight in the rear.

Looking only at the situation, it is absolutely fatal.

The oldest remaining knight, Warren, had no longer lost his temper of war, but retained a strong sense of duty that seemed to disappear if he stayed on this occasion alone.

"Lord Lionel. At least buy me time to escape. Caroline. Lord and wife, please."

"Sir Warren. Well, then, you are."

"It's okay, Caroline. Because this is what I do."

"Uh, yes, yes, that's it"

A voice that broke into three people who are ready to interact with each other in a grievous way.

When the collector turned his gaze on the enemy shadow with half eyes, he put the back of his neck.

Occasionally Caroline's tall voice sounded as she condemned it.

"Your Lordship, you do seem to have a little arm, but what a good thing for that thing! If you're here, you'll be Lord Lionel of the Blackwell family and Viscount Warren!

I did take care of you a little earlier, but don't worry! At that level of merit, in the first place, these people are allowed to answer directly. "

"That's enough, that kind of thing"

"Nah."

The collector pressed his index finger against Caroline's lips and closed one eye.

That was the very adult trick of telling a poorly listened toddler.

"I don't know how you can handle your identity. From here on out, it's time to talk to him."

The collector pulled out the long sword without showing it and set it horizontally when he pulled out.

An unusual struggle radiates from all over your body. The linguistic power held by the organism itself manifested itself so that the beast attacking the prey would grow in total fury. Macarotiff's expression, which was slightly relaxed. Tight and tight. The Caveman is a brave warrior who has been through a fierce battle. The murderous spirit unleashed was authentic that drew a line with the play sword method.

All surrounding humans, including Caroline, stifled their bodies by receiving relentlessly spreading killings. It is an instinct as an animal. It was also a primitive intuition.

"Rudge, stay back."

The collector ordered as a matter of course. Rudge with feathers on his coat. I obeyed.

The same goes for the Lord's moist attitude, but I don't even care about the mouthfeel of a great man.

More importantly, Caroline was also a fierce disgrace that her weakness put Rudge in such a predicament.

"So a knight with a strong nose column asks for an amulet."

"Become -"

As good as it sounded to the servant's daughter, she touched Caroline's eclampsia.

Caroline is also a woman who has lived with a single sword.

Of course, from the time the mischievous man helped him, there was also a woman's account that the treasurer would not touch himself. The momentum, the arrogance as something that stands on top unlike the response to the nobles, was also revealed in a critical state.

"Wait! I'm not done talking yet!!

Step forward to step forward screaming hysterically.

As soon as possible, heaven and earth reversed.

comes on, and the pain runs on the back of my head.

"Tsuh-"

Sparks bounce off the back of the eye lid, blinding vision.

When Caroline tried to wake herself up, she noticed that her neck muscles were accompanied by white and cold metal, and her soul was about to scatter. She turns her gaze to violence.

There was Artemisia, a long-lasting beauty dressed in the White Cross Knights costume with a rugged expression.

"What. Why, like this"

"No. My spear is a lot lighter. Sometimes they don't stop as I thought they would. So, yeah. In case, will you give up?"

Artemisia's neat beauty stands still like a creation.

Angry.

I'm certainly angry. Deep, quiet.

Caroline knew that the cold blade attached to her neck muscle was shaking fine, and a sharp chill ran from her spine to the top of her head.

I don't understand. If she is a member of the White Cross Knights, she must be a historic nobleman.

He was frightened by incomprehensible fears and further stifled himself.

But the reason immediately occurred to me.

Knight Artemisia was turning her flickering glances subtly to the sitting rudge.

It is an inconsistent gaze in front of the enemy.

What's more, Caroline's beloved mistress was enthusiastic about an adventurous man confronting a thug or something.

Artemisia, Rudge, and a man named Klund.

The doubts dissolved and the line connected easily. The reason was a pressing one that a woman could not scorn. Because Caroline is also a woman, I know.

Sometimes, it was an item that took precedence over life for women.

Don't piss off the woman in front of you. She doesn't look at the situation and may clear up the insults against the man she falls in love with.

Caroline, biting her lower lip hard, suppressed her emotions and begged for help.

"Okay, Lord Artemisia. I'll leave everything to Lord Klund. Protect the public and your wife."

"Oh, I'm gonna do that from the start"

When Artemisia regained her long spear, she turned around and prepared for her rear enemy.

The thought that floated on its face had disappeared completely, and it was full of struggle as one warrior to come to battle.

Meanwhile, the collector was in an adhesive state with the macarotif facing him. We are fighting each other for a gap.

Golbot was the first to break the equilibrium.

"What, we'll make out!! There are only two enemies!! Fuck you!!

The voice of the boss's reprimand.

I couldn't stand it, five men popped up.

Momentum rushes out of the side of Makarochiv.

The collector kicked up the ground with his long sword standing horizontally. The man in the front. I saw him wave his sword up like he was frightened.

The collector momentously slipped the sword in his hand.

The white blade ran like a meteor at a faint speed.

The body of a man whose neck root was severed at the same time as the blood smoke broke out fell diagonally behind him.

The treasurer dislodged himself at the same time as he descended to the ground.

Jumping man's torso. I slapped my long sword sharply.

The polished blade slapped the man's torso deep, slapping him to break the melted cheese.

One man in flashes. He waves his sword even though he's out of balance.

The collector stretched his legs and caught them, choosing his throat deep at the same time as he fell.

"Wow!!

He shouted at me to inspire himself and ran straight into me from the front.

The collector quickly and reliably slammed the blade against his empty right leg.

Nothing, you don't have to defeat the enemy with a single blow. Humans lose most of their combat abilities if they suffer damage to parts of their bodies, especially deep injuries to their legs.

He kicked up the face of the man who was cutting off his tibia and rolling around, waving the iron sheath in his hand into tears. A black iron sheath with heavy weight is just enough murder weapon. The face of a man with his nose and mouth poked all over him lost its prototype like collapsed mud clay.

Funny kick in the back of a man who frightened and showed his back.

I thoroughly scowled the back of the fallen man.

The collector plunged the long sword in both hands down vertically as he stepped on the fallen man's back. As the blade thoroughly twisted his bones and pierced his heart, he dyed his body red. Quickly remove the blade and place it in the front eye.

Makarochiv was observing his movements like a cunning snake as he crossed his hands in front of his chest.

Next to the giant, a man with a red bandana around his forehead holds a sword with a pale expression.

Makarochiv said he would stretch out his thicker arms and pinch up the bandana man.

"Spiridon. Let's have him take the blame for the loss."

"Oh, is that right? All right, let's do it. No jokes when this happens."

"Go."

Makarochiv's arm gained momentum. One man jumped up high in the sky.

The sky shakes and Spiridon's body flies in.

The collector opened his half and quickly waved his sword.

Half a circle trajectories in the void.

Screaming flows like you killed a cat.

The fountain's long sword rained blood as it severed Spiridon's face deeply.

Warm blood struck the dry earth and the grass with a sound.

(This guy, to see my sword muscle, get a buddy.)

"Fuck, fuck. Whoa! Oh, my God, I've never played a part! It's like a real waste of rice! It's for a day like today when you're eating, drinking, and holding a woman! Hey, do something! Go, if you go!

Golbot's impatience infected his men. I can't stand the fear of imminent death.

A fierce fright drives the men to the shores of collapse.

The grief also revealed a roar that inspired itself.

"Damn, it's a rash!

"If I say oh!!

The pair approached the present as they penetrated with their spears in place.

Is there a difference in leg strength, gradually opening the distance back and forth?

The collector set his sword on the upper stage, staring straight at the tip of his ear.

Simply the only weapon that has a reach is that it has enough advantages.

But it was also a necessary requirement to be familiar with the weapon.

Spears are more typical of weapons than ancient times, after bows. Attacking faster than an enemy and attacking from an enemy's bladed safety zone is the most effective way to attack.

The hand with the man's spear seemed to be a menace that could not be accomplished, with no sense of majesty or fear on the impending tip.

As the collector drew his enemies to the critical point, he gripped the pattern with a piece of paper on his tip.

Swing the sword down as hard as you can.

The flash flashed sharply and severed the man's face.

Brain pulp scatters and a man's body is overthrown.

"Wow!?

Running man with rear hits. The wreckage broke the balance.

If this happens, the long spear is nothing but a poorly rounded shackle. The tip I had swept deep through the ground, creating a deadly gap.

When the collector held the long sword strong, he unleashed his hand poking.

The feeling of breaking meat, wearing bones and destroying lives.

When the blade wore the man's chest, he pushed his back through to the middle of his body, shining white.

Kick the man in the chest and pull out the blade. A blade wind approached from both sides of the collector.

"Danger!!

Flirt the wind of death that rolls.

The zodiac jumped wide behind him, jumping his gaze at the odd pair approaching his sight.

Barocco brothers.

He is a namesake killer.

Back length like looking up, but neither of them is unusually thin and thick.

The hands and feet were long, causing a physiological aversion as if Kamakiri were walking upright.

He is wearing a gray mask and only his eyes emit a different glow.

My brother Billy is a hand axe. My brother Sally was good at spears.

"You're out, you perverted masks. Hey Artemisia!! I asked for the rest!! I'll be right back!!

"Oh, leave it to me!!

Artemisia responded with a clear voice with the spear standing. I don't have any worries about hindsight.

All you have to do is clean up quickly.

As the collector ran out, the two walked together across the front and back as they wielded their long hands and feet.

The giant warrior watching it did not move one eyebrow, but moved to seize the opportunity.

Makarochiv is a warrior who has won battles.

Among the enemies, the treasurer was instantly discerning as being awkward. I shook a giant and kicked him in the back leg to chase the three of them. The dry earthen smoke rolled up, while the voice of the Lord flew sharply.

"Hey, you idiot!! What am I gonna do with you? Whoa! I don't know what you're gonna do if you don't protect me. Protect me! Whoa!

Gorbot is crying and calling like a wasting child with his face shaken. There was still intense blood from his shoulders. Makarochiv learned a fervent craving for asylum that pulsed hard from the bottom of his belly, boosting his excitement strongly. Hurt and still try to take care of the majesty of my husband. Hiding his fallacious emotions, Makarochiv took a softly immovable stance in front of Gorbot.

"All right, all right, all right. Good wall, good wall. Whatever you do, my life is a top priority. Though this is most important. I think I'm getting a better idea of Omei. Hey, that's when the Barocco brothers do it!

Intense feelings of jealousy swirled inside the macarotif.

That's it, it's not funny. Because I love the Lord's Gorbot much better. Love leads to strength. There is no way that a respectable thought similar to Makarochiv's faith can be inferior to an on-the-spot man hired with gold.

But the most important thing now is to protect the life of the Lord. Makarochiv got drunk on the unspoken sweet indulgence whenever Gorbot banged his hips on the scene.

"It's convenient that big bums don't follow. Come on, perverted brothers. Clean it up!!

As soon as I screamed, I heard an unusual roar in my ear.

Jump back and scratch.

On the ground, the eartips of a spear pierced deep were sinking.

Sally's pistol, the killer's brother, had been modified so that the body cut to about sixty centimeters long would separate into two pieces. When you grasp the pattern at hand and release it, the built-in string is stretched and the tip of the ear is set to fly. It was convenient.

As Sally pulled the pattern, the tip rose from the ground and shrugged back to hand again. It could be used as a throw, and it was a powerful dark vessel that could be hidden somewhere in the body and used in rough melee fights.

"Shh!!

"Whoops!!

As the collector was blinded by the spear, his brother Billy swung his hand axe and thrust.

The thick axe is polished like a mirror, breaking the sky and striking.

Billy's hands and feet were long and moved into small pieces. The collector waved horizontally as he gripped the long sword hard into it.

A half circle was drawn in the void.

The slaughter was played with a high metallic sound.

Billy was prevented from crossing the two axes.

Again, the spear flies in with great momentum.

The collector felt a burning pain in his left shoulder. The tip severely shredded his left shoulder.

A lot of blood wet my cheeks.

(As it is, I can't deal with you two either. I need to finish one or the other!!

The collector moved his legs, which he had stopped, and rushed out again with momentum. Left pinched, he could be fatally injured by the breathtaking coordinated attack of the Barocco brothers.

To do this, I had to separate the two of them no matter what.

"Kishaaaaaa!!

In my brothers, my brother Sally had faster legs.

The sawdust broke through and ran into the creek, waiting for Sally to approach him about inside.

It is deep enough to soak up to the calf. The summer sunlight was gleaming like a sparkle and a gem as it lit back to the river surface. Countless dragonflies float around in human strife.

The collector whilst Sally threw a spear, whilst still laying his long sword to sleep, groaned the water wide.

"Raah!!

The blade wind created huge water smoke to defy the river flow. The large Shizukuishi eventually fell vertically into a waterfall, covering the figure of the collector against a white wall.

I guess you drove me crazy at hand for sudden action.

Sally's spear took the direction and entered the small gravel right next to her from her feet.

I quickly waved a long sword.

The string that was connected to the eartip and the pattern was cut off thoroughly, and only the pattern remained in Sally's hand.

I guess I swallowed the situation. A colour of fright ran into Sally's eyes.

The collector swung his long sword head-on as he rolled up the water and made a big leap.

The blunt sound of Sally's cranium slapping and cracking rang loudly.

At the same time a fierce, beastly interrupter popped out of his mouth.

A bright red line was drawn straight and long from Sally's forehead to his jaw.

The red line thickens as it moves to the left and right.

The gray mask was amputated into two pieces, and the face of the man who stripped the eyeballs was exposed.

"My brother!!

Billy's squeaky voice roared.

Sally's head.

A red and black cross section dispersed in the summer sun like a slapped watermelon.

Brain plasma and blood tide splashed all around him.

Sally tilted her body with her long hands dripping down.

The collapsed flesh hit the surface of the water steadily to raise the splash.

Billy, who became the look of a demon, leaves it to anger to thrust in.

"Sora!!

The collector swung and threw as he picked up the stone at his feet. Cut off the water and the stone bullet hit the defenseless Billy's left tibia as he flew. Billy pokes one knee with a toad-like roar.

The collector ran low as he laid his long sword horizontally.

I swayed my cut tip immersed in the water stream.

The blood fat was washed by the stream and immediately restored its original sobriety.

The river surface is disturbed and the water splash makes noise.

Billy's left hand moved quickly like smoke. A blunt blade strikes as it rotates.

The collector swung his long sword wide as he jumped.

Shimmering sunlight descends on the full body of the Holy Sword Black Lion.

A cloudless blade glistened like a mirror.

"Ugh!?

Billy's motion, caught in the eye by the reflected light of the intense sun, freezes at the moment.

At that moment, the battle was decided.

The fountain's long sword, like a meteor, was fierce, strong, and glowed.

The black lion raised his blood smoke high as he broke Billy's neck, not wanting to aim.

Bright red blood keeps a constant rhythm like a geyser and blows up the bubble.

A cool breeze gently stroked the remains of an unspeakable man.

A collector bent his knee directly next to Billy and stepped down.

Wave the long sword and fly the blood paste.

Stuffed with a pocket out of his chest, he threw it into the void.

The white paper climbed up to scattered heaven on the wind.

Billy's missing neck. The torso stands with an axe.

The silence strains and the river flows bigger.

Eventually the wreckage fell backwards, making a noise, and the world was coloured.

When the collector took his rough breath, he flipped and ran out again.