Dungeon+Harem+Master

Marc was a first-degree swordsman along with being a soldier. It was in front of the blown red lotus flame that the body was instantly rounded up and the damage minimized. As Marc rotated in the void, he struck the head of the salamander with a slash as he waved his long sword. Marc, who became a burning fireball, grinned miserably that he had rewarded him with one arrow. The epidermis of a deeply determined salamander. Green fluids danced like fog.

As the collector saw Marc fall into the sand and roll, he ran over shaking off the finger of the collar mouth that had been grabbed. Pordina's face distorts in sorrow. As for her, she was more than willing to expose the Lord to the Fire. I don't have time to temper her feelings. Choking digestion was needed to avoid yakeds. One of the three elements of combustion, oxygen, is quenched.

"Glad I had it B IV License"

The collector scratched the sand at his feet as he quickly peeled his coat off his shoulder. Then he slammed the collected sand onto Marc's body, which was littered with fire. Yakedo is a minor because of the short burning time. Lend me your shoulder and make me stand up. In a hurry, the focus diverged from the enemy.

Salamander persecutes the defenseless collectors without a scratch.

Without blocking that attack, Karen continued to release sharp arrows.

The sharp arrow stood about two pieces on the back, but the monster didn't even flinch.

The speed doesn't drop. They say if you eat tackles properly, you'll be sorry for free.

"I'm not riding the diagram on lizard minutes!

Dorothea stood up to cover the collectors, waving horizontally an ascaron in both hands. Silver wire flowed parallel and jerked off the nose tip of the salamander. The thick viscous fluid makes a noise and blows up the bubble.

"Oh, my God!

But the salamander's advance never stopped because the pain itself did not exist.

If you don't let one of the barbed Dorotheas drink, the salamander will attack you with his mouth open.

Blood drew from Dorothea's face.

It was Pordina who was turning sideways that saved this crisis. She slammed the clenched warhammer into the grip of her hand.

Ooh, dull sounds like bronze. The monster's giant body loosened wide to the left and was overthrown by impact. The ground roared, the sand dangled around, and stood around. The crisis seemed to have left.

There was no time to breathe, and a black tongue shot out of the dust like an arrow.

Dorothea quickly shone diagonally, but because of the consciousness behind her, her delayed right ankle was tangled up in Salamander's tongue. Sinyon loosened up and her honey-colored hair flowed.

White smoke rises when you bust it from Dorothea's ankle.

The smell of meat burning poked his nose, and the whole body of the possessor grew gross with fear.

"Shit! Wait, I'm going...!

It was on the edge of my vision that Marc shook up and sanded it off.

There was no time for the collector to pull out his long sword, and Salamander's tongue, intertwined with Dorothea, began to circle in the void. I started swinging in the funny half.

Eventually, when he wondered if the swirl had adhered to the pitch and the spot, Dorothea, who had been suspended, was shaken every ankle and slammed to the ground. Did the impact damage some of the built-in, or a muscle of blood flowing from your thin lips? Salamander once again caught Dorothea letting go of consciousness into the void. It was obvious that he was after Todome's blow.

"Hey!

It was Liza who slaughtered this so violently.

The black bullet wielded the Divine Sword Espera sharply and cut off Dorothea's tongue in an instant.

The collector ran toward the falling Dorothea.

Reaching out to receive her body, she immediately lay down on the spot.

"Dorothea, Dorothea!!

"You don't have to make such a stupid sound. Because I used a protective device."

"But!"

"The straw thing is fine. It's faster than that."

"... ok. Stay as far away as you can while we fight."

The collector put Dorothea to sleep and then ran back behind him. Turn your gaze and the Pordinas will surround you as you flock to Salamander.

Look at the gap, Pordina shoots the hammer in, but it didn't look as damaged as if it was resistant to the blow. There's not even a sign of avoiding an attack. Pordina, who strips her teeth out and barks, is like a puppy squeezing into a giant statue.

I could see Loulou dropping his hips and releasing the knife. The knife is sucked into the salamander's forefoot, showing a shimmering white glow. I heard a loud tongue pounding. Sure, the hurt blood is flowing, but I can't be as if I'm pushing it.

Salamander quickly spun and waved his tail. Pooh and Pooh are rolled when Pordina, who was nearby, takes a direct hit. As he pursues, Salamander steps in his footsteps and moves to the drop point.

As the collector pulled through the black lion, he swung sharply, trying to run through his back.

The left side of the salamander was cleaved so that the blade would draw its tail for a long time. The collector showered black fluids from his face to his back, obliquely twisting the right front leg of the giant beast with no push. The speed at which it struck dropped gnarly. From behind, I could see Marc and Liza, trying to chase them and jump.

"Hey, Pordina ahhh!!

As the collector rushed over, Pordina paid off the sand of her skirt to make her black eyes gleam.

The endurance of the Werewolves far outweighs that of humans. I guess one bone hasn't broken even with the equivalent of the impact of being crashed into by a truck.

Rather, the Lord's approach to danger caused her a mild panic. She stripped her dog teeth and barked violently.

"Your husband. Please come back! This place is dangerous!!

"Not if you're talking about it!

(I don't know, what kind of arm is this guy...!!

Pordina, in an excited state, couldn't help herself, easily single-handedly pressed in the possessor who tried to protrude. They grab me around my hips and I can't take a step forward. While rubbing together, the collector took the form of being pushed down against his back.

"You guys, get out of the way!

Karen screamed sharply as she was releasing an arrow from the rear away.

"Wind King's Spear (Aerojavelin)!!"

Karen unleashed the attacking magic of the wind attribute when she put the elphin bow in her hand over her head.

A white, barb-shaped, converging wind spear cracked the atmosphere and was shot out aiming at a salamander.

The spear of the wind flies with a beautiful arch drawn, sticking it directly in front of the salamander.

It was at the same time that the collectors rushed off the ray and the monster spewed out flames.

"Hmm!?

Karen peels off her eyes and points her lips. A spear made up of winds about two metres long was drunk and wiped out by Salamander's exhaled flames.

Karen mumbles and rolls out the second and third shots, but the flames spitting out of the monster's mouth continued to swallow the wind of sorcery uninterrupted.

"Oh, my magic...!

The exercise of magic requires unusual mental strength and concentration. As she continued to stand, Karen sat back on the spot with intense feedback because she unleashed three wind king spears (Aerojavelin).

Salamander's counterattack began here. When the giant beast shook his whole body, he began to radiate a great deal of heat without touching it. A body that resembles San Shaw's violently glows red and yellow. The optical axis spread in all directions, and the objects on the rays became hot as they boiled down from the core.

"Ahhh, ahhh."

The collector jumped out of the spot with all his might as he held Pordina in his princess as she caught fire burning into her hair.

Marc or Liza. And the soldiers of the Republic also unravel the enclosure and take great distances. It was like being in a fire. He was beginning to experience burning pain in the face's epidermis with the monster's radiating heat rays. The salamander that continues to emit intense light is the melting furnace itself.

"Slash or poke, Un and Sung. Hey. Difficult bastard."

"Your husband."

The collector tried to hide the Pordina inside his coat and covered it, protecting it from the hotline.

It's bad to prolong the fight any longer.

(If you decide, you just get more injuries if you don't kata all at once)

Salamander comes forward to snuggle around again as he radiates the heat rays. In the light that pierced his eyes, he was forced to look at the monster, which was no longer incandescent.

(I knew it. His wounds are already blocked. If you're capable, you're always the same as me. It's a treason)

While the thoughts did not come together completely among the collectors, the salamander once again pocketed open a dark canal that would go on everywhere. From a huge mouth, this time continuously, fireballs of a certain size were ejected violently. unshielded shoreline. The bar meant death. Everyone desperately took evasive action in an attempt to escape the flame-bomb rain by being scattered.

A raised Dorothea desperately fired flame shells (flame cannons) to offset some of the burning fires that hit him, but it was just water on the burning stone. It is like confronting a machine gun with a handgun. The collector ran across Pordina without missing the moment and kept thinking.

Salamander's giants are dull but highly durable, and a few wounds have the power to instantly heal. The body is sniped with a fireball that emits randomly high temperatures and spits out if it is kept away. Stop your legs and go out to slaughter each other for a straw or a bee.

The collector was confident of his immortality, but the rest of his companions are so brittle. I was convinced that if I brought it into the muddy work as usual, I could manage to do it, but I didn't think I was in a half-dead state and everyone would shut up and look at my fingers.

"Hard to do..."

The part that sticks together. In that regard, it was easy when fighting alone. Think only of killing your enemies. I can't put my wounds or even my life on account.

That's why there were so many times when we were able to act funny and as a result we were able to win with our enemies in mind. I get married somewhere in my heart, so I get a voice saying I have to weigh myself down.

Naturally.

If the collector dies, everyone here, wives and children in the mansion can get lost in the streets. They're not decent, but they're not normal, clearly, either, to stick to themselves like this. Somewhere, it's missing. We go out with each other because they are missing. I've lived a life where the parts that don't fill each other are too big. In the first place, it's only natural that we win here, and we have to reach the world tree ahead of us, get branches, and heal Lynette's legs.

"That's outrageous."

It was necessary to take an effective and least damaging approach.

The collector is walking with Liza, avoiding flying fireballs. Holding Karen to her left side, which was on, her feet stepping into the sand increased in depth.

"Liza!"

"What?"

"I can stop him for a while."

"I'll take care of it!

When Liza replies with majesty, she flips back to her place of death. There is no respite.

"Pordina! Karen! Give me your ear."

The collector gives a little ear punch to the two he holds beside him.

When the two of them are ready and nod, they run away from the arms of the treasurer. To ensure their exit, Loulou desperately tows the salamander with a throwing knife.

The last counter-attack operation began.

When the collector restarted his long sword, he tried to attract the awareness of the salamander and moved to the zigzag. Every time I kicked in on dry white sand, a puff of fine smoke stood. The ceiling, the lake water and the unusual blue covering the surrounding area struck the eyes.

Burning countless flame bullets pull their tails and stick them in.

I tried to roll it and managed to get it done.

The dry noise rang, and the earth was torn asunder and splashed. Shining white, he keeps throwing up bullets like a machine where one turret and transformed monster are unwilling.

I don't have time to blink.

I was exposed to hot air from the front and my eyeballs burned like flickering.

A dry breeze instantly destroys the epidermis. The closer you get, the more heat you get, and occasionally burn the front of your body. At this point, I had no intention of using a sword.

Move fine and distract the salamander.

The monster who had done so flipped around.

Behind you is the lake water.

I am in a dead place.

This is where the rush is tried. Fishing for life was decided on as many as seven minutes. Salamander began to pierce me when I couldn't get one drink.

The collector flew to the right. I quickly moved my long sword with a sharp movement.

The cutting-edge flashed like a thunderbolt deeply slit Salamander's mandible. A scream finally flowed through the monster's throat. The collector dipped into the water to his knees as he flew back and forth. The treasurer earned only a small amount of time.

However, it was sufficient for Liza to constitute witchcraft.

"Possession complete. Earth Spirit Summons" Sammon - Poison Swamp (Poison Bog)! "

It is Liza, who has been in a trans state in previous battles. He instantly possessed the earth spirit and finished chanting the attacking magic of earthly attributes. A crest formation rises at the point indicated by the brown finger.

Salamander's foot immediately turned into a brown muddy. The monster giant can't support his own weight, and he happens to be overthrown and flaunted. The swamps produced countless bubbles by making noises with gobbles as they discolored black as they looked. The salamander stands in a narrow space between the beach and the waves. Poisonous swamps roll around us by chance, capturing red and black giants and not letting them go.

"Guys, get out of here!

The marshlands created by Liza are foreign objects that are not present in nature with powerful corrosive effects.

Has the salamander just stuck to this, and he turns around and retreats to the lake? Redness diminishes and fades from the feverish whole body.

It was a precious moment when the monster's mystery melted and became defenseless.

"Pordina, it's a change of operation! Don't let him get away!!

"Roger, my lord."

Pordina rose from all over the lake in response to the cry of the collector. She barked violently as she swirled the anchor fixing the stone boat overhead. The unleashed anchor hisses and chains, breaking the atmosphere and flying at an awesome rate to the back of the salamander. The steel anchor rippled across the lake, and when it reached its target, it poked deep into its red and black back. Initially planned, Pordina lurking in the water finds a gap and strikes an anchor, pulling the salamander into the water. Rise out of the water in moderation. It saved me a lot of trouble, something like that.

Pordina quickly reached the beach as she walked away scratching the water. Where in that white thin arm would such a force be hidden? Pordina ate her teeth with a bright red face when she could put her strength into the chains in her hands. The chain rings are pinned and stretched, loaded to the point where each connection is likely to break by chance. It was also a bet whether it was durable or not.

"Nice! Never let them get away!!

Salamanders trying to escape all over the lake were no less like fish caught. Pordina's power is exactly equivalent to that of a crane. The line that kept the equilibrium rose in armaments to Pordina, which completely opened up the power of the Wolves of War (Wearwolf). The monster giant has been hit by corrosive poison, or halves its power. Pordina's hair flaked violently, her headdress blew away, and her skirt hem snapped a thousand times.

"Take turns, dog!!

Sooner or later, Karen rushed over like a disease and thrust Pordina's back. Karen holds the chain with both hands on behalf of Pordina. Naturally, it will not be a battle in the power of contour. Karen's body fluttered into the universe, pulled unilaterally. If you try to be an escaping salamander, Karen is like dust.

However, this dust helps a lot.

Silver hair dances into the void. Karen's lips seem strange.

"Lightning Storm Full Burst with Thunder Helix Full Ejection!!

A blurry thunderbolt emanated from Karen's entire body holding the chain.

It is the electric magic of the wind attribute.

I let the breeze blow through and beat the salamander that I wanted to pass on or that was ahead of me by the time I had no skin.

The stabbed red and black back of the anchor is heavily loose up and down.

The lake waved like a storm and the roar ruled the world.

The monster giant rambles violently over the lake. Whoever the meat burns, and the odor that is hard to exhaust on the brush tongue, punches him on the tip of the nose.

Karen shimmers her silver eyes and squeezes all the magic left in her.

"The main dish this morning is a whole roasted lizard!!

Eventually, the discharge phenomenon, which seemed to go on indefinitely, inadvertently stopped.

Everyone who was narrowing their eyes to luminescence stands on the spot.

The exhausted Karen collapsed.

At the same time, the collector did see a small mountain of coal protruding onto the lake.

Salamander was burned to the ground by the power of thunder.

"Eh, shit."

When Karen laid her elbows and raised her face, she decided to make a small, gutsy pose with her tight right hand.

After defeating Salamander, no strong monsters often emerged either. As we pulled out the camp and proceeded, it was only a subspecies of an amorphous mucus organism named Amebagel that appeared two or three times that attacked the Cavemen, which was also to the extent that they fled as soon as they saw this number of people.

"There's a lot of damage to this one, though"

The Collector did not suffer much injury in this battle on top of having the Immortality Seal, Immortality Red.

Otherwise, however, his companions are miserable.

The detachment led by Marc, with the exception of Polina, a female soldier, is no longer left with only a young man named Ricardo. Karen and Liza run out of magic and walk at their best. Pordina sounded the bruises she had received everywhere, the colour of her fatigue was darker and, leading to Dorothea, she had borne a great yaked on her right ankle and had definitely broken her ribs. It's also clear to turn back,

It was in a "difficult" state.

"I'll take care of you."

"Don't be silly"

The collector walks silently with Dorothea on his back. Normally, Marc, obsessed with Dorothea, is also at the extreme of fatigue and is silent. I don't have the energy to talk aggressively. Even though we won, the spiritual damage of having twelve men left in the end is also enormous. Most importantly, where does the treasurer blow wind like that? After all, the summoned man, his spirit was also out of standard.

"Hey Dorothea..."

"What, is it still hard? Should we go down?"

"That's not right, more clamping. Right. Uh."

"And?"

"You don't know what tits feel like."

"... you really are an asshole. That's bullshit."

"No, I'm having fun with a tiny melon on my back. Oh, ho. Yeah, well, anyway, that's great. Ah, yabba. My cock is getting stiff. Oh, my God. Marc, what's that face? I wouldn't do that instead."

"You're doing great."

"No, you're normal. haha."

"I'm a little awesome about you right now."

"You can love me."

"Because it doesn't"

Through the great cave, you can climb through sloppy slopes for a time that seems crazy. Gradually, the smell of tight sulfur and musty heat kept away, and the stabbing cold air struck us together. No one taught me, but everyone sensibly begins to realize that the end is near.

The end of the hill came unexpectedly.

The point of the end is a cliff cut off around it. On top of that, it was clear that it was somewhere in Mount Wilhelm that I was aiming. Over the head of the blowout, countless shining stars emit a white light. It was felt terribly majestic and beautiful.

"Do you climb here"

Word leaked when I spoke with no one.

The almost perpendicular wall, which would be fifty meters in sight, seemed very teethless to the amateur. Especially for humans who are injured or losing strength, they learn from their sight more pain than fighting the enemy in distress.

"Mr. Klando. I have barely lost my strength. I'll take care of this place."

Loulou said he would advance with a determined look.

"Can we go? Then, please."

I'll take care of it.

Loulou almost turned into a piece of underwear when he took off the winter protective gear he was wearing. In a strong cold, tight Loulou's white skin looked radiant. It's a beautiful body with no meat at all to waste. Marc and Ricardo turned a blind eye as a courtesy, but the collector stared at Loulou to eat in with exceptional vision. When Loulou noticed the collector's gaze, he hung like a daughter and waved small.

"Go. You're flat in body and mind. You can do it."

"That's not a terrible one."

Loulou puts his finger on the little rock outpouring in the pale starlight, then climbs up.

It is a love affair.

What matters in rock climbing is the muscle strength that supports your weight and proper weight movement. technology backed by experience, it would be a gift of nature. The gentle Louloulou swept through the flat ground, and climbed the windy cliffs to the halfway point in an instant. If you are a modern human, you need a wide variety of instruments, such as Met Harness Zaire Carabiner Nunchak Bilay Equipment Harken Hammer, but Loulou doesn't have one of them. Magical compression backs that compress tools infinitely with magic have the disadvantage of being difficult to retrieve contents in unstable positions because they are so bulky that they are not equipped. The only snoring rope that Loulou was wearing on his shoulder was a snoring rope that was rubbed with wilderness rope.

Loulou skilfully traversed and bypassed the overhang he stuck out, securing the scaffold well and drooling the rope over the ground.

The collector followed Louloulou with a rope ladder of some weight on his back when he gripped the rope.

After some time, they climbed up a cut cliff, draped a rope ladder at the bottom of the hole, and made way for those who waited downstairs. In particular, the collector, on his own three trips back and forth, carried up the three Dorothea Karen Liza on his own. without showing any fine dust about your own fatigue.

I don't know.

Hold on tight,

I'm almost there,

and so forth and continue to give a voice of encouragement to the graciously tired women. The treasurer is basic and affectionate. The women were vulnerable to these fine attentions. If all three of us can't do it, there's no way we can't climb these walls or anything.

But I can't possibly feel bad about being treated like a princess. They literally wanted to be "luggage" of their own volition, and enjoyed the moment when they were carried by the man they loved.

"Clando, are you kidding?"

"Haha. Come on, I'm fine."

Exactly after pulling up the third person, the fatigue dogged my hips. Liza peeks into my face worried as I turn to the collector sitting back.

"Even so, it's cold"

"It's pissing me off. Liza is perfect."

"Whoa. Don't stick your cheeks together. I'm gonna do it."

It was inferred that the area would be somewhere in the belly of Mount Wilhelm. One side is covered in bright white snow, trembling at the cold air it blows on. I take my temperature while the cold sweat swells. It was dangerous to stay in one place. Besides, this place is the domain of the Royal Army. I'm not qualified to relax.

"But you can't possibly even know this big hole enemy. Why is that a no-mark?

"Mr. Klando. The slav of the last climb had human hands in it. The Royal Army also thought that perhaps this cave entrance was a known one"

Loulou looks around anxiously with his long ears picky. Her vigilance seemed to be getting deeper and deeper when she said she had broken through the ruins.

"Perhaps the soldiers of the kingdom had also reached the lake. But given the soldier's wear and tear rate, the salamander and the good fisherman thought the surprise attack on the dungeon wasn't the right thing to do."

Marc went with his arm around him. It is painful that the right half face of the face is covered with bandages for yakedo treatment. You don't like the way I roll it, I'm scratching it with my nails firmly. Polina, appropriately allotted, was pointing that way at Tung.

"Maybe Marc's right. Unlike the Republic, the Royal Army that is castling cannot replenish soldiers. It would be more advantageous to defend a solid mountain position than to stick to the attack. Well. It doesn't make sense to stay here forever. Let's get this place over with."

"And the thing about Klund is, it's the best. Apparently, it's too late."

"Ho ho?

As the collector stood up and looked around, countless soldiers gushed out of the wooden shadow. The signs were completely erased. I could see the soldier's level of skill.

On the back of a thick coat, unified in black, was sewn a crest that traced the white pegasus, a sign of the Ethiopian royal family that was being heard. The number is even more than a few hundred if you look at it zah. I try to push the collectors around and shrink the girdle and the circle of siege. Whatever you think, it's not the thickness of a siege that can be slashed through. The chills ran through my back bone through my spine to my brain weather.

"Your husband. Open the blood path. Please run away."

Pordina has already decided to die.

I don't even feel frightened or powerful or sad about the voices I utter.

It's a bad sign.

If you move poorly, you could slash into formation first.

When the collector drew her hips hard, he just asked her to stop quietly.

It is full of killing energy that seems to burst with just as much movement as hair. Especially the Marcs, who could see with one eye that they were soldiers of the Republican Army, were pale.

"Ungrateful bastards who defy the royal family. Well, you were able to break through that labyrinth."

Breaking a black army, one man entered in front of him. The equipment to be worn was no different from that of the other soldiers, but only the sword lowered to his waist looked remarkable. He wears a thick fur hat like a flying hat. neat face, but no weakness there. It is commonly a so-called neutral noticeable nose, as daughters make noise, but there was no such thing as sweetness in prickly golden eyes or thin lips. There is still a deep, choosy old wound just beneath his right eye. It was a sign that he was a valiant warrior.

"The enemy general himself is here."

Marc snaps with a dry voice. There was a mixture of surprise and some respect.

"Do you know anyone?

"I know nothing. There's just not a single person in Etria who doesn't know this guy. The only man who made me head of the Knights of the Kingdom of Etria and soiled that brave Alexei. Fristford Robernov."