Dungeon+Harem+Master

Victoria, who restored her sovereignty, opened a military debate the following morning by welcoming Loulou, who came to the castle with the letter of the great king Cliad Kang.

- Now you can win.

Initially, Victoria, one, grieved in her heart, knowing that she had been saved by a collector from the black iron sheath she had in her hands, although she had captured Louloulou as a spy. The legendary brave man was not spared to abandon a castle, but he finally crushed it to the dust of the battlefield.

Oh, this reduces the power of the princess again.

Still, I hated my sweetness for not being able to abandon the people of the Territory after all, even if I grumbled in my heart when I cut it off. The first thing that had to be conserved should be a family name that went on with cotton, but her soul was craving to become a mass of burning struggle.

Cliad Kang, who was an enemy, begs for alliance, because that's all he is being hunted down by the battleseek who took the throne.

An elf named Louloulou, a messenger, was cooperative to an unusual extent, and taught me all about the inside of a step elf.

Correctly, at the beginning of this dosage, it was discovered that BattleSeek had made Thea, the king's princess, assault with despicable hands, and the wrath of Cliad Kang had reached its pinnacle.

It's fifty thousand castle soldiers and fifty thousand Cliad Kang, combined for two hundred thousand.

Meanwhile, the BattleSeek's total soldiers have swelled to 300,000, but he stepped that this difference could easily be overturned if the king insisted on a fortress.

It was no longer but the Bastians, the famous generals of the day, who entrusted the General Army.

"Destroy the enemy with this old bone, your whole body and spirit."

"I'm leaving too."

In Victoria's words, Bastian, for a moment, showed difficulty in his eyes, but when he found the princess's determination to be strong, he forced him to protect his forged guard. We must hurry. The army, led by Kang's brother, Elbredo Locoroco, is engaged in a fierce battle without rest than last night.

The battlefield is between the eyes and the nose, between the fingers. Friends' protection is thinner than it was initially in relation to the fact that they are moving their bases. One heavy job remained before promptly holding a military journey.

In other words, it was to tell the women left behind by the treasurer, that perhaps no mistake was made, of his death.

but as much as Victoria thought, they, as one, never believed it. On the contrary, they knew Victoria was going to be on the front line. No, they offered no service.

"I'm good at healing magic. It'll definitely help."

"If Klund is suffering on the battlefield, he must treat my spear to the elves."

"Totally. Klando is a man who takes care of me everywhere. But it's okay because you're such an idiot. I don't like big heads. Guys are dumber, aren't they cuter?

"If you don't let him go home alive, you won't be able to spare my time at reception"

"What about that idiot? At times like this, you should call me first, but not at all. Finally, it's time to blow my sword into the sky. Oh, you know, sister? Just me, don't ignore me"

"Hannah wants to see you again and apologize to the brave man. 'Cause I really love it."

"Because I got my thoughts right. Now, now, I won't go the wrong way anymore."

"Me, maybe, unlike everyone else, I can't do anything. Still, I want to go by the Klund!!

"I have dedicated everything to your husband from the beginning."

A woman is basically a foolish creature.

But I don't think it makes any difference that it's a man. Victoria knew she was going to get her feet together, and she sent them to serve in her formation.

As the Bastians left the prestigious army, they bypassed Cliad Kang's large battalion base southward from the west gate.

Victoria's main management had taken a large number of guards and wanted to follow its far rear. She said that, although it was only a decoration, if the General were not to run for the field in the front line, then the General's morale was as if it had been different. Well, Victoria was a woman, but she was young, and from what she saw, she was frivolous.

"Romless generals. Here we are, finally, at the last showdown. The enemy bewitched Cliad Kang, king of the benevolent meadows, and aroused unnecessarily much, the root of all evil, the BattleSeek of the Thieves. We should have chosen the path of coexistence. That's what the man broke down from the ground up. Put your anger on the bow and arrow, and put up your spear. As long as justice shines brightly under the banner of our army, there is no defeat in Andrew's land. With victory in our hands, the golden swallow wings!! Glory to the Romless!!

"Glory to the Romless!!

The general raised his voice softly, becoming a single mass, and launched an assault on BattleSeek's main army. This made BattleSeek's army, which was attacking Cliad Kang's battalion base, look intensely bitten up in the ass.

Here I am, shackled by the fact that the whole army is over 300,000.

Unusual, the overall movement became slow, and the command became bitter.

Most of the demobilized soldiers were stopovers and had little will to fight.

On top of that, before hitting the army, Bastian sneaked a large number of enemies into the shadows and rose the great book of the murder of Princess Wang Thea as a battleseek. Princess Thea's followers were much more than BattleSeek had imagined, and the movements of those soldiers clearly showed dull colors.

I overlook this, it wasn't Bastian. He skilfully switched the spearhead of the attack, looking at the whole thing agile and, where appropriate, skipping the preaching.

Bastian's skilful command was not only ripe, but so naive was the movement of the Ethereal Fourth Gen. serving the battleseek.

"I am being pushed......!!

BattleSeek also showed talent for adaptation when he understood instantly. Leaving the Fourth General's command to other officers, he switched to an operation that would thoroughly snipe Bastian commanders at them. Chivalry was the most gorgeous of these days, and if you were offered a ride and ran away, that was all, morale went down. Running away or down, losing or down. With Bastian biting his teeth, at the same time as he was troubled, Victoria moved into a small high hill where the whole thing could be seen.

The first to see any unusual movement was in Pordina.

She rolled through the bungalow with her usual made-up clothes, carrying a large knife weighing more than ninety kilograms, which she had the blacksmith hit bespoke.

"What is it, like a starving bear with a urchin? Calm down."

Victoria can hold one eye. but unusual, she ran out as soon as she wondered if she had pickled her dog ears overhead.

"Uh, where are you going, Mr. Pordina?

Hilda, who was doing healing magic on the wounded soldiers, followed her as she changed her blood phase and popped out. Then Lacey and the others, who were solidifying, go after them in a dough. The soldiers were sending a cheering voice to one man in a faction with intense enthusiasm and spear tips touching each other.

The black coat that I put together was chopped up all over me like a sassara, and my whole body was covered in black, dry mud and blood. Victoria, who appeared protected by a guard, froze, as if she had seen a miracle with a phoenix flying during the day.

It was the man in front of me, the legendary brave man himself, who reappeared from the abyss of death that should have been confirmed.

"Your husband!!

"Whoa."

As the collector fell behind every Pordina he jumped on, he flaunted his face. Anyway, the death fight with the enemy soldiers who ran down was spectacular.

"Your husband!! Your husband!! Your husband ahhh!!

"I'm sorry, I was worried."

The collector called out as he rubbed his nose against his chest and stroked Pordina's head making a sweet voice of cum.

"Klund!!

"Ah, Mr. Klund!!

"The one named you!!

"Hey, what, you guys, heh!? Ugh!!

Lacey, Hilda, Artemisia, Nellie, and Meriandale remain on top of Pordina.

"Hmm. Well, let's just say I'm in on these promises, too. Yes."

"What?"

Just no push, Rudge jumps on. The collector was cornered on the brink of death.

"You guys, just get out of the way..."

"No! Or this is just me on the blade of the blades too. Help me, Mr. Klund."

"You guys, Hilda's dying for now."

The collector, as he lowered his back to the meadow, saw two maids gently standing apart. It is, of course, a pair of Victoire and Hannah.

"Look, you're gonna apologize"

As Victoire pressed his shoulder pounding, Auntie and Hannah approached him with frightened rabbit eyes.

"Oh, you, brave man, Hannah, Hannah is...!

You thought the collector would beat you when you reached silently, made your body shrink.

In her, there was a stuffy, difficult deep remorse for her excessive momentum and violence.

but contrary to expectations, the collector stroked his head gently as he held the girl's body intact.

"I'm sorry, you are. each other."

"Huh -?"

"Sorry, you're too firm for your age, it's sweet. You should have said something, if it was my family."

"Ah, ah!!"

Hannah keeps up with the goose when she spills her polo and her big tears. It was an endless way of helping remind me of a toddler who had strayed from his parents.

"Hannah, it was Hannah's fault. No. Oh, I'm sorry. No! I really don't want to be brave. Scary place. Whoa, I didn't want you to go. Ooh!

"Uh, bad, bad. So we make up, huh?"

When the collector releases Hannah softly, she stares at her with residually moistened eyes.

Secondly, when I moved my gaze, everyone was surrounding me so as to surround me. Meryandale, happily, is grabbing a little hem, and Pordina doesn't try to cling to her back like this is hers.

Lacey, Hilda, and Nelly all look at each other when they have to keep their faces close and miss their eyes straight. When Artemisia took her right hand, she lay her own hands on top of each other, making her sauce-eyed eyes twinkle for a while.

Rudge was grinning bitterly, but lifting his eyeglass strings with a soothing look.

The only thing Victoire did was put his arms around him and pointed at him, but he flickered and watched how this one was doing.

He's back, I think.

But we have to save the one who's not here yet.

The collector said he would cough lightly in the smell of a backward woman.

"Please, guys. I need your help."

A collector's wish. Together, we were no longer crossing every emotion of each other and nodding loudly.

Four Gentlemen of the Ethereal. Needless to say, BattleSeek asks, he is the boss of the hip.

They, each of the four, were running around the battlefield when they freely manipulated the weapons they were good at.

The mission entrusted to the Four was easy for the magnificent to flatten a diminutive officer led by the Bastians from one end to the other.

Antero is a huge battle axe,

Ignaerts are spears,

Tuchirat is a bow,

Kashpal was skillfully manipulating his sword to drive the battlefield.

"The army of Ningen doesn't seem to have anyone who can fight us!!

"Hiya!! More, more entertain us!! Hiha!!

As Kashpal the Twin Swords struck a fleeing soldier, Uncle Andrew's "Golden Swallow" flag broke sassy, and the three-horse shadow moved forward. Kashpal gazed at the shadow - and laughed off on the horse even strangely.

"This is crazy! How much, even though the Ningen are weak, how dare you take a woman out on the battlefield!!

The man on the three horses, and the shadow of one pulling the horse, were all women.

Victoire,

Pordina,

Artemisia,

And Hannah pulling the Lord's horse.

A total of four ladies stepped onto the battlefield in such a way that they even felt quiet and supple.

"Your husband's life will give you your life."

"It's up to you to think of me as a woman and insult me. But think it's a mistake to complain after your neck falls to the ground."

"Why, why, I'm the only one in these clothes. At least, idiot. Idiot of Klund......"

"Haha, isn't that nice? Ladies, you are already a fine maid knight."

Victoire is the legendary great specialty of the Ten Kings Sword passed down from generation to generation to the Barthelemy family.

Pordina is a giant sword weighing more than ninety kilos, rebuilt by the famous Noir Smith.

Artemisia's love spear, Holly Lance (Spear of the Virgin), cut through the danger in many battles.

Hannah is a different world edition of Octopus Fist, demonically modified with the world's most powerful martial arts.

"Besides, most of them aren't knights, either, you pussy? Antelopo, are we being licked? Could it be?"

Antero's eyes, which take the alias of Shiryu King, are anointed with darkness and hatred. For him the battlefield was a place to train himself, as well as a sanctuary. I don't know what the human soldier thought and threw the woman out on the battlefield. The only fact was that it was unacceptable to pollute this sanctuary.

"Ladies, it was a joke, then I'm sorry. We can't give in. Don't think there's any dust left."

"Uh, don't be so hard. Hola, that Beastman's daughter, Moro, I like it, don't I? You can just cut off your hands and feet and use them to process your libido, okay?

"No, I'll kill you all!!

"Chi, Kechi"

Antero drove his horse to protrude as he vehemently angered his eyes.

Pordina, with a machete, slowly proceeded forward.

"Woman ahhh!! Play before me, but regret in the afterlife that you entered. Whoa!!

Pordina quietly kicked her horse belly and ran forward.

Chestnut hair, now the blade of the great sword, given with both hands loose in the wind, played the sunlight and glowed dull.

I wasn't conscious.

Pordina was smiling naturally when she met Kashpal. The dark eyes have a deep color. Do as you wish, and Kashpal screamed.

"Antero. Ooh! Avoid it. Whoa!!

At the same time, the two rides overlapped.

Pordina unwrought down the score of more than ninety pounds to pay for the twigs.

Boom, and the wind cut into two pieces, and the great sword ran diagonally with an unusual grunt.

When Antero opened his eyes, he turned the immense battle axe to defense, stuck for a moment as if his heart had been eagled.

In addition to my thoughts, the cool collision sounds resounded to every corner of the wild sky that opened up.

The thunderbolt also made me think that the brilliance ran.

Pordina's blow splashed the waterfall-like blood tide all around her like a storm as she doubled it together from Antero's brain weather to her horse.

The two rides eventually became only one, and Running through Pordina skilfully flipped his horse's head back to the waiting camp of his companions, as if nothing had happened.

"Just one blow...!?

Ignaerts, sitting next to Kashpal, held his spear, distorted his flawed face and gave a faint voice.

A man who boasts the strongest of the Ethereal Four generals, in a maid-inspired blow, becomes a nasty corpse by the time he sees it and is crippled, lying on the ground.

"Ohhhhh!!

"Ma, wait!! Tuchirato, don't get too fast!!

Tuchirat, with the two names of a reaper driven by fear, made him run the horse by raising his anger so that he could push and kill his fright.

The horseshoe sounds ground, approaching the women who no longer seem to be but nightmares.

The arm of the bow, said to pass through a hole in the needle far away, had no shadow to see, but to indiscriminately fire on the rare arrow cod.

However, it is breathtaking and early work.

Tuchirat kept firing as he pulled the four arrows together from his hip arrow bag.

The flying sword ran like a disease in the wind.

However, there was a light that captured the shadow of an arrow flying out of the sky with the movement of a shining meteor.

"It's late."

Hannah easily protected the knights standing on the horse from the arrows, spreading her dress skirt wide.

Showing a move beyond people's knowledge, she shaped one structure on the spot in a taunted manner, not even with the impending horseback riding.

Tuchirat no longer tried to hide his fright as if, throwing away a bow of his specialty and tragically distorting his face in an attempt to kick her to death with a horse.

"He's a bad guy."

Hannah moved her left and right arms as she struck out of her eyes a completely human colour.

Introduction, a penetration of restraint.

Like a giant horse body was beaten with a big fist, it was burly and dented.

Continuing, the elbow of the chase quickly pierced the dent in the horse's body.

The moment Tuchirat's torso trembled as he rode in the aftermath of the shock, Reaper's fallen eyeballs bounced like ping-pong balls, his chest crumbling from his lower abdomen as if it were pressed and gripped paper scraps.

Once a master of legends in octopolar fisting, Li Shuwen specializes in stunning tricks.

Tigers climb hard.

Both the horses destroyed the bone in their bodies, the bone, to the tremendous power of their inner strength, which resulted in despair.

"I see you've seen quite a few masters. My name is Ignatz, a prairie warrior. Come on, beat the curse!!

There was no more the colour of insult in the arms of God and in the masters who were adored.

He elevated his name when he rode out his horse with an unprecedented harsh look.

"Then let's answer the name and move on. I am the knight of the White Cross Knights, offering my vows to God and my servants. My pride is not shown on earth with this spear, sword and horse. My name is Artemisia du Berkool!! Who will bury you underground!!

"Good enemy. Now let's put our spears together!!

"Just what I want!!

As Artemisia lowered her helmet's gaze, she held the holy spear to her right arm and tilted her torso.

The knight's assault is determined by the moment of contact of the tip.

When he kicked his horse belly and popped out like a bullet, the world was instantly compressed and silenced.

Concentrate your nerves up to one fingernail and turn yourself into a single spear.

Despite traveling at terrible speeds, I don't feel the air flow.

I roared to tear a narrow world apart.

Hit each other with a freezing kill.

- And the world made a sound again, creating a rift, rebuilt before its eyes.

Spears rolled out carelessly in the midst of an extreme tide.

The eyes of an indefensible man, distracted, suddenly slipped away.

Artemisia did pull the spear out quickly, along with the feeling of eating and breaking meat.

Running past it. Looking back, I could see that only a horse who had lost the Lord would run away backwards without losing momentum.

"Enemy General Ignato is taken over by Artemisia du Berkool!!

There was a cheer for too magnificent a victory for any enemy ally. The battlefield is surrounded by unusual excitement and the drums of battle are beaten high.

"Ugh..."

"What is it, my lady?

Victoire on the horse is sniffing his nose out, roughly taking sides who are happy with the victory.

The expression is dark.

"Ugh. That position, it's my place, it should be... That's, why, why am I... Besides, this is made-up clothing. Really, I, sound stupid......!!

"Ah, ahhh. But it doesn't matter how you dress. Here, if your daughter, Bubba, nicely and invincibly takes over the enemy general! Everyone has to admit that your daughter is a knight among the knights. Come on, eat Artemisia with a sword technique you're good at!!

"Do you really, really think so, Hannah"

"Really - it's true!

"Really?"

"Shiatsu"

The bosom leaked too much truth.

"Huh!?

"Oh, no, no, no! Look, everyone is waiting!! Big Tori has decided to ace it!!

"... right, right! Ok, no problem!!

When Victoire rushes past and protrudes beside Artemisia, people's blurring stops perfectly.

Too out of place, he was a beautiful maid.

The spine is stretched with a pin, and the crunchy and lustrous beauty is holding a long sword, pitifully with her breasts stretched and her eyes glowing.

Feeling like a single width of famous painting, the men concentrate their gaze on a stunning maid.

It was Kashpal, known by the alias Twin Swords, who exposed his anger to this. He was struck by all four generals of his colleagues, and his usual cheerfulness was already dust-free.

"Don't be ridiculous. Don't kid me. Ugh!! Ningen Nguyen -!!"

When Kashpal whipped one of his horses, he began to rush abruptly.

Victoire shook his family heirloom fortune, the Ten Kings Sword, over his head when he paid for the golden hair on his face with his left hand.

Kashpal's twin swords move freely, like willed snakes.

Its speed, its skillful movement, is not very much captured by the constant.

but from Victoire, known as the best user of the Romless Kingdom, its sword muscle ran out of naive words.

At a moment when the two horseback rides were different, the Ten Kings sword made the polished mirror-like blade shine white, shimmering with instant speed like electric light.

Kashpal's two swords swung at the same time, breaking from the middle of the blade and jumping to heaven in the void.

When people turned their eyes on the horse, there was a rift of cross on the chest of Kashpal's beautiful armor. Though leather armor, its strength is no less than that of coarse armor, which has been tampered with in twelve parts.

But before Victoire's swinging sword flash, he was no different than a paperworker.

The scar of the cross gradually enlarged the rift.

Kashpal sprayed geyser-like blood tides and organs from his chest wound as well as letting blood reflexes spill from his throat, collapsing from his horse body.

The splashed tide coloured the grass around him bright red, and the bugs that were resting their feathers flew by no means.

"On my sword, there is no defeat!!

Raise your wings high.

With honey-colored hair in the cold autumn breeze, the maid of beauty knight was wrapped in a cheering voice and tranced by the sentiment of victory.

At the same time, 300 of the separate squadrons led by the Caveman were pushing toward the main battleseek headquarters.

"Fake Magic (Alternative Magic). Flame Huge Wall (Flame Wall)!!"

A wall of flames, shot out of Rudge's magic book, burns down a flock of standing enemy soldiers and dares the soldiers to gather their tips for the gap.

The soldier Victoria chose from the guards was a thousand and fought once in a while. The wounded soldiers were treated with Hilda's restorative witchcraft and supported by a drug made of alchemy by Meriandale. Notably, Lacey.

"I, unlike everyone else, can't do anything, but at least enough to encourage you with a song"

Lacey's singing, the half of the Water Spirit (Seylane), stained the soldiers' ears in a quiet pitch. Strange music, but a beautiful singing voice with a heart healed the wounds of the warriors and restored the vitality to fight just by hearing it.

“Snowflakes".

This is where my mother, the incarnation of water spirits, told Lacey that her oral technique had restored the strength of the entire army. The soldiers who regained their strength were united and rubbed like a cone into the center of the enemy army, drilling a single hole. Battleseek's army was no longer dressed to be sandwiched by King's brother Elbredo and Bastian's army, and the thickness was gradually shredded away by stripping thin skins.

"Go ahead, KLAND!!

Nelly, who was raving about being able to protect herself, was blading with enemy soldiers swarming her slender rapiers. Her slender arms can't take anything or cut each other off with soldiers from the war. He was desperate to show more power than his strength and at least respond to the words of his collector.

"Sorry!! I'll stay like this. So be a little more uptight!!

When the collector delegated the command of the Death Squad to Leopardo, Victoria's butler, he took the long sword and marched alone. He broke through the formations, kicked the soldiers in the flock, slashed the guards defending the fortress, kicked down the fence and jumped to a spacious flat.

"This place..."

Between the formations and the formations, there was an odd space. The collector was throwing his body on the ground when he realized that he had been tempted. The curtain split left and right, and countless archers unleashed arrows. Raise a groan in your ear, and an arrow flies in. He swung his coat and slapped off some, but two blushed on his shoulders and blushed in severe pain.

(Oh, why, at a time like this, you remind me of Goronzo)

To let his companions escape, bravely stood up by countless arrows, a maniacal bandit floated behind his brain.

Until the last moment when the old wounded cheeks are strangely distorted, they are remembered as they were earlier.

Captured by a squeezed bow, oddly enough, a strong sense of disobedience arose.

"If you can do it, do it!! I'm not gonna die like that!!

Death is imminent. I dared to be Jen-royal.

A moment that seems to be visible to the tip of the flying pontoon.

An object flying from heaven, like a meteor, jumped into my eyes.

If death were to befall the treasurer in this situation, the history of the Romless would have changed dramatically.

The presence of BattleSeek was, by far, enormous.

When the collector was pulled up from the back of a large animal flying in, he instantly, away from the earth, rose to heaven.

"- Not at all. You're about to die as soon as I look away"

The beautiful knight riding the phantom beast with the eagle's head, wings and the lion's lower limbs moaned his big black eyes with a faint voice that seemed to cry.

"Sizka!!

When I wondered if the glossy dark hair had moved, the woman's body jumped in.

"Ah, blubber!?

"Crando!! Crando!!"

When Sizka exploded her emotions, she raised her voice and cried out like a toddler.

Breast punching, a voice full of sorrow and joy, struck the chest of the treasurer hard. She stuck her nose out and sniffed the smell of her neck muscle. Soft double hills are pressed against each other. Her breasts were stiff and pointed, and her whole body was hot as the flames wanted to burn.

When they looked at each other, they lipped each other, neither of them.

How long, I wonder, have we been doing that, gently letting ourselves go of each other?

"Sizka, thank you so much"

"Damn, it's been a long time. Your life belongs to me."

The collector was impressed and when he held Sizka hard against his chest again, he dropped his gaze on the battlefield under his eyes.

Until this point, no matter how much you raise, the arrows will not reach you. Winged, gently stroking the neck of a beast with an odd touch. Griffon tilted his neck when he gave him a sweet voice, cu.

"Can you do me a favor?"

Sizka pressed her index finger against her mouth as she softened her slit eyes like a prank.

"Please. I don't know. Between a couple, that's called other people's behavior, isn't it?

The collector smiled bitterly, raising his right hand and jumping up his coat, a long sword in his hand, indicating a point where he became like a sesame grain.

"There's only one aim, the enemy general's battleseek's neck"

With a sharp roar, the two and one rushed down the heavenly floor, the Squirrel, head-on like a meteor.