Dungeon+Harem+Master

Naepomuk loosened his giant, running in a straight line, toward Tomoe. It is an attack with little dust and no force. A stick, like a swinging down, falls vertically toward Tomoe's head. The crowd watching faraway raised their voices. It was a snobbery mixed with the joy and excitement I expected from the tragedy that would have happened in the next moment.

but I didn't carry what I expected. Tomoe took an easy blow of masses like a boulder with his long sword lying beside him. What technology did you use? Her long sword is remarkably uncharacteristically commonplace. Given the thickness of the sword, it's something that's going to break in one blow, but the blade won't even move with Pickle while he takes his first shot at the stick.

Naepomuk added both arms to the gain with a groggy face, putting pressure on the goo, but Tomoe against him stayed cool and nice, and instead began to push the stick back.

When you do it, and you exude a high temper, Tomoe's long sword draws a semicircle. Naepomk poked one knee on the spot as he flew back and forth at a speed that did not suit the giant.

The leather armor that covers his torso, which is half oak, is a first-class piece that has been removed over the years, with much stronger hardness and stickiness than the decadent iron.

However, Tomoe's slaughter easily separated the torso part so as to tear thin paper apart, and broke the belly of Naepomuk horizontally. Waterfall-like blood flows out of dots and slices, and then plenty of clogged belly fat creates a white river.

"My little girl...!

"What's up? Weren't you going to turn me into a hiccup?"

"Have a little mane. But this scratch. No, there's nothing I can do about Superman who got eternal life!!

Naepomuk took off his damaged breast and let him boast of the circumstances in which his wound would be repaired as soon as he exposed his belly. If you are a normal human being, you are on the verge of desperation, but in front of you, it is a sight sufficient to sharpen your opponent's sense of battle as time heals back.

"My little girl. Look, you're right. No matter how lucky you are to become a sword and hurt my body, there is no point in this immortal flesh. Horrible?

But I have no choice but to forgive you. If you resent me, resent my reckless words and actions. I can't change my destiny to be a mince. "

barked fiercely. I see, Naepomk is astonishingly obese, but his chest plate is thick, no less than his stuck belly, and his arms are tough to see as much as Tomoe's torso.

When Tomoe heard the words, he put a sarcastic grin on his lips, waved his sword so sharply that he leaped blood fat into the void and wrinkled his nose.

"It's Lord Pig, who rings a lot. Is that your demon?"

"Bullshit, girl!!

The giant sticks out like a bullet and moves forward. Without putting the moment aside, Tomoe opened his body and flexed with as much difference as his hair muscles.

"Rogue Stream Swordsmanship. - Meteor formation."

Tomoe waved his long sword into waveform at an unstoppable speed in his eyes. When the crowd captured the remnants scratched out like illusions again, its body was already running through the right side of Naepomuk.

The giant stick, erected in a poking position, made a pissily, dry sound, while floating a corrugated cross-section, which was incidentally crushed to pieces of wood dust. A huge weapon with a handful is chopped up so that the cook can slice the radishes and splash around. As incredible as that magical sight was, Naepomuk was stuck on the spot in a barbed state.

"Xama -! ape?

The collapse of his enlarged self-esteem and absolute advantages moves his neck toward Tomoe as Naepomuk stretches out a shout close to crying.

That was the end of the half-oak that dropped itself on the corpse ghost. From the right half of Naepomk to the face, a red corrugated pattern emerged. Snake-bellied, the red muscle gradually gained in thickness and grew larger, and the blood flow blew out violently from a section of severed flesh. Tomoe's special sword was just a blow that cut Nepomuk's body closely.

"That's a shame. It's unlikely to be sold with such filthy pork."

When Tomoe removed the vial with holy water from his chest, he sprinkled it plenty on the blood fat of the blade and carefully wiped it with the retrieved rebellious paper. When Tomoe delivered his sword to the sheath, Naepomuk, rolling at his feet, was barely breathing.

"That's a corpse ghost. Oh, my God, it's so dirty."

Tomoe lay his hands on a pile of white wood that fell back on his hips to stab him in the stop, and the collectors popped up watching how it was.

"Wait a minute! I still have to ask this guy. Hey, piggy. Temeh, did you attack the Executioner's Inn by order of Drakur? It doesn't matter. Even humans stayed here. I'm going to think about what."

"Heh. That order of yours is absolute. First, we don't remember any itching, no matter how human flair dies to get rid of the filthy church dogs. You think you're gonna moan all day to trample down a feather on the side of the road?

"Damn it, I guess Temehe lost that feather look"

"Stupid. Put aside some time, such as this amount of scratches - kuhi-ku!

Kucha, and Napomuk's exposed brain was destroyed with a pile of white wood. of brown. It eventually stopped moving when it peristallized fine as if it were another creature.

"Why did you kill him! I still had something to ask you from this guy!

"I can take the information now"

Tomoe pulled a hippo with a triangle cone out of his lumbar bag and stabbed him in a fragment of his immobile brain.

The color of the little treasure ball she was holding turns from red to blue. The murky, cloudy sound is heard from a rotten jelly brain. It was a tone that was not a good hobby, physiologically offensive.

"Ugh, what are you doing? That's disgusting."

"Klund, he's a magic tool that forces people to talk to him out of obscene captivity."

"It's not a foreign law, it! I can't believe I'm doing a mane against God's teachings."

"Shut up. Normal codes are useless to me, the enforcer."

Tomoe was so good to Cordura. When released, he hid in the shadow of the treasurer. Apparently, there was an elusive trauma in her against Cordura.

Subsequently, the blue-white giant, immersed in a sea of blood, turned into a fine mass of ash as he looked around, making a sarcastic noise and eliminating any traces of collapse.

"Hey, I'm ashamed."

"Corpse ghosts become dust when they take irreparable damage. So, Tomoe. I was able to extract some confusing information from Lord Pig."

"Not a very good situation. These guys, after capturing a dead man named Lucia, apparently raided our Executioner's Inn, which seems to be the most intrusive prep for now."

"Prepare for what?"

"Whatever it is decided. Their only purpose is to destroy this whole city of Silver Villago."

"Ahh."

"What's the matter, keep your voice down?"

"Blue balls are approaching. I'll be right by your side."

The collector said so, staring at the detector board in his hand. The accuracy of the tracking device built by Mary, the alchemist, is definitely the first. Confronted with Tomoe's pulled information, it is not fitting that the position of Lynx, a Russian squire, is rapidly approaching this point.

"What? That kind of thing, come on, idiot."

"What, what? What happened?

"Wait a minute, you guys. Don't ignore my story. Tomoe's talking right now."

"Or while we're talking. There!"

As the collector turned and pointed, there was a wild dog with a mini golem for tracking staring at this one, roughly and strangely with his breath.

"You've been devoured."

"I don't know what you're going to do. What should I do? Ahead."

Cordura held his half-eye open, poking his flank with his elbow. It hurts plain.

The collector clenched his fist silently, straining Cordura's head, which was next door.

"What the hell! What the fuck!!

"... would you like to hear it? Oh, or what? That's because you were nearest."

Occasionally the combination of the two begins. Alexei went into arbitration when Cordura's consolidation was decided on by the collectors.

"You guys, not if you're doing this crap!

"Absolutely, this woman is bad!

"Hey! Whatever it is, it's not my fault!

"Listen to me too, you guys!

"Yeah. If this happens, it's a total win"

"Wait a minute. Are you trying to smear mansions all over the city?

"There's no other way!

"Listen to Tomoe!!

Happy or unhappy, Tomoe had drawn from the remnants of Naepomuk's memory the approximate position of the mansion that Drakur was rooting for. No, I won't ask. It wasn't until the day was already ticking that I managed to reach my destination mansion, making a good deal of mistakes like you.

It is the season when even the frozen winds stain you during the day. I just stand on a shadowy, even lonely street around me, and the cold of the impending night creaks through my thick coat and irritates my whole body. The sky is constantly falling and stopping. Dropping from the trunk of a wet street tree, Shizukumi entered the neck muscle and accidentally glanced at her face, before long Cordura, returning to the monastic shape, slammed her lips with a wand in her hand, pounding her shoulder.

"This is such a waste of time because of some idiot"

It's not my fault at all.

"Even so, what a sturdy door."

Dracool's mansion was in the middle of a luxury residential area inhabited by the wealthy among Silver Villago. A rugged and unconscious atmosphere surrounds the walls, almost like a fortress. As Alexei put it, the Mansion's gates consisted of heavy black steel columns, which were not felt popular around.

"Hey. After all, shouldn't we have asked the White Cross Knights to join us?

"No, I'm already eating too much time. Even now, it's too late. Hey, Alexei. It's dangerous up ahead. You go home with your wife."

"Oh, shit."

Alexei laughed nicely and manly as she turned her scorching brown curly hair with her twirling fingertips.

"You're not letting me go home alone on this night's trail? It's dangerous."

"Don't worry. But yeah. Wow. Amy is surprisingly quick. Besides, I'm not a kid anymore. of, Amy. I'm just gonna get to work, make more breakfast and wait."

"Yes, you. I'll put more on your arm and prepare a treat."

Amy kissed him dressed as he stretched back toward Alexei, and the footsteps also gently drove down the night lane. There was a firm sense of trust in each other that only the couple could understand, and even as collectors it was not anything more mouth-watering.

"Whoa. Am I supposed to take that easy on you to undertake? Ola, I didn't even explain to you."

"What. Klund, you're not my dick. I wouldn't ask, but it's no problem. That bastard named Thirteen is a scoundrel, isn't he? That's the only good reason to slash him. Besides, I was taken care of in Etria. I don't think my stomach's heavy enough to stick one of those bitches in."

"Damn. Wouldn't you know if you were hurt?"

"That's when it is. One man, about Temehe's ass wiped with Temehe."

"Ugh. Tomoe, are you ready?"

"Even if they don't say so. I'm not fed up with Ments anymore. I am prepared to destroy the bloodsucking species of this city, even if this body perishes."

"Well, don't do it."

The collectors began by destroying the black gateposts that soared in front of them.

"There was an affordable Marutai at Kona's place."

"Yes, I borrowed it from the lumberjack."

"All right, guys. How long will it take!

The four men, the Zaitor, Alexei, Cordura and Tomoe, joined forces, and when they embraced Marutai, they slammed the pointed tip with "Whatever, Let".

Along with sounds similar to thunderbolts, the iron gates were broken. They are forgetting with adrenaline that springs up so hard in their brains, but this is a historic whole city, and what they do is criminal activity itself. You can't even hear the bursting noise inside the mansion. Occasionally, he changed his blood phase from inside and several men popped up.

"Terra! What the fuck!

"Whose mansion do you take this place for?"

"You rude bastards. Right away, I'll sue the Knights of Phoenix! I will judge you for that sin in the light of the law. Be prepared!"

"Heh. Who is it? I guess I am."

The guards of the mansion are always uniformed and blameworthy, but the smell of death drifting from under their clothes cannot be hidden. They remained, and it was clear that they were an outsider corpse ghost.

"You're not just a rogue!!

Alexei waved as he jumped into the men unconstitutionally, blowing the long sword he had unleashed.

The white-polished blade left a glint of residual light in the zodiac's eyes to sever the corpse ghost's front head head-on. A corpse ghost that was reflexively surrounding Alexei jumps from all directions.

"Oh, just the right shoulder."

Ringing his throat as he sang, Alexei twirled and spun, like a comma of momentum on the spot. The white blade painted a smooth circle. Alexei's boots adhere perfectly. At the same time, five corpse ghosts who were swarming around them rolled onto the spot, splitting their hands and feet into several parts.

"Oh, don't be alarmed! Alexei, let's do it! Let's do it. Ooh!

"Ho. Don't worry. But yeah, wow."

Without being upset by the collector's cry, Alexei switched the long sword in his hand backwards and stuck it out behind his back. To the face of the corpse ghost who jumped with his hands up, the blade stood sucked in.

but it's too early to be relieved. The main entrance to the mansion popped out into the front yard with countless corpses as the momentum opened left and right and the drunk released the diarrhea.

"I don't have time for this!! Clean up all at once. Dead Eviction Light (Turn Undead)!!"

Cordura lifted his cane and unleashed the sacred sorcery when he pulled down the collector who was standing in front of him.

Holy sorcery is a technique that is allowed to be used only by God's protected things, similar to spiritual sorcery, which aggregates the power of four elements and exercises them with the power of the Spirit. The holy light in her sceptred wand covered the bodies of the corpses, servants of the blood-sucking species.

The bodies of the corpses and ghosts caught in the white light are immediately ashamed and returned to the dust. The outpost ended while the collector spread his big crotch and flipped like a frog.

"Whoa, let's do it. Sister's sister!

"Heh, heh. It's easy with my sword, even if I don't need your help."

"I'll leave you to it. We're going inside!

"That's not good even though it's the hero's role as Boki! to Hmmm!?

"Ugh, run without a scratch!

As the collector ran after the three of them crying, he struck his nose on Alexei's back, standing on a bar, at the climb of a staircase that did not sail from the entrance.

"Geez! Why are you stopping!

"Apparently, the enemy won't let me get to the big boss so easily."

Clicking his eyes into Alexei's words. Above the head, the more inside the staircase leading to the second floor, he acknowledged the presence of the knights of alien form.

"Bad. They're monsters named for protecting the Thirteenth Duke Drakur."

Tomoe is familiar with just being in the main position. When the collector got one kushami, he rinsed his nose and counted the enemies forward with his index finger.

"Hii, fu, mii. Oh, just three of them."

"Arman of" Steel ”. Isaac the“ fierce fire ”.“ Great Eagle "dalamite. Commonly known as the Three Vampire Knights."

When Tomoe snaps, the field air suddenly tightens.

"I'm Arman."

The deceased, named Arman, was an albeit musculoskeletal, power-type man with dark, hairy hair. When you look at the powerless, you'll be good at fighting. The lack of discernment and attention was a sense of intimidation reminiscent of the ancient lords of war.

"I am Isaac"

The dead man, who named himself Isaac, was the man with the Zhu spear in his hand. Out of the three knights, he slips through and is tall. Is it a habit to move slightly to the left and right, the orbit located in the middle of a creased hippocampal face was deep, and only the glaring eyes were filled with a quiet kill.

"I'm Dalamitsu."

The deceased, who named himself Dharamitsu, is short at the moment and looks a little like a child walking. Bringing him the closest, the man's body was found to be thick as a bean tank, being forged out, and each long hand likely to reach the ground was fitted with steel claws that looked sturdy.

"Is there some kind of weird mix?"

"I agree."

Rarely, the collectors and Cordura were in agreement. The two, in particular, gave their attention to Isaac's face. Anyway, it's a puzzling face that's going to upset my mental equilibrium just to watch.

"Better not judge me by my appearance. All three are terribly strong."

Tomoe crushed low. Shortly afterwards, in a upstairs blowout, he stood there not to detect where he had emerged from, but to let a giant black shadow stain out. The difference in the mansion is that the air is just more blocked than it was before, and it's cold, but the man showed up, while at the same time, the cold definitely increased.

The look peeking through the long dark hair is horribly neat. White skin, like snow, was so smooth and beautiful in the long run that I also forgot and noticed that the other person was a man. Justcole, bile, pants and cape were all black monochrome, but each subtly had a different color depth, creating an indescribable contrast. No longer, I can't go wrong. It was obvious that a man of beauty who could obey the Three Horsemen was the dracool of a high ranking demon clan called the Thirteenth Lord of Demons.

"This is it. Today, if you think you have a lot of visitors, what is a church dog place? What a rude city."

"Lucia!!

You were hiding behind Dracool's back, or the look of the courtier you were looking for was there. but the sawdust took her directly from the front and ceased. I'm not so angry with those impressive eyes, I let my gaze wander in hollow like a vain doll. The only clothes worn are also black baby dolls that remind me of whores. The garter eating into his mushy thighs was darker and more gloomy than Eros, and he couldn't help but look at his face.

"Oh, you there. Is that it? This is the toy I've been looking for for for a long time. How dare you come back this morning of your own free will. The war with the barbarians is over, and I was just worried about how I was going to kill my spare time, but I was just celebrating the outing and what I'm twinkling too. If you don't mind, why don't you give it to me? Most likely, the female dogs in the church there will be welcome home, but they won't mind. I can't wait to smell it. No matter how tolerant my heart is, there are limits."

"You're so cool. What have you done to Lucia?"

"Nothing. The toys are a little selfish, so I haven't taken care of them in a long time. Some of the soldier dolls I follow have been destroyed by mistake."

Drakur groaned her throat and laughed elegantly as she combed her barbed Lucian hair with her fingers and eagled her breasts with her right hand. Lucia does not change one expression and stands on the spot. There is no room for doubt about Dracool's words. The ambush by the Lucians failed and the parent-killing plan was fogged. Her knights, the Lynx, are probably rolling somewhere.

"I'm sorry for all the questions. Did you instruct them to attack the Enforcers' Inn?

"Arman?

"Ha. Dracool. The three of us headed out to clean it, saying it wouldn't bother your hands either. We left it to the half-oak man who turned it into a dead ghost, but when we saw where the survivors were, it was our mistake."

"Yeah. That means these humans are going to stand up. This is interesting inside. Hey, I was watching on the terrace earlier, but your standing around was a little bit of a good knob. I don't like that monk."

"I've had enough of your help. Drakulu! Let me take my people's revenge!!

Tomoe suddenly broke into the conversation and tried to run out with his sword up.

"We're still in the middle of a conversation. My little girl."

Drakur pushed Lucia aside and fronted her body. It was miraculous that the treasurer could feel the precursor, to the point of With his previous combat experience, he was good at unconsciously absorbing it somewhere in his consciousness when disaster struck. Regardless, Alexei was also reacting to the killing, but there was a moment of hesitation when it came to popping up. Above all, Tomoe moved too quickly like a flying swallow.

From the entrance hall in the mansion, to the girl dressed to pull out one head, the black summer was moving rapidly from the position of Dracool. Xia moved to slip through the space and slid through the three knights on the stairs, sparsely attacking Tomoe.

You can't capture an aerosolized vampire's body with a physical attack. If we jumped straight into the shadows, Tomoe's life would have crushed in an instant.

- If the collectors didn't poke it out of the sidelines.

"Huh."

My body moved naturally. The shadow in front of me without having to see it was a bad substitute. Still, I figured it all out and flew. The collector dressed his left half soaking in fog as he pushed Tomoe diagonally. Cold air ran like my whole body hair was upside down.

The next moment, unbearable, the pain ran like a current. He rolled as he screamed violently and stripped away the cluttering mist. My vision stained bright red with pain. A sharp itch strikes the body, as if all the nerves had been swept out. It's too painful to breathe. It collapses unnecessarily with a frontal glance.

"Klund!!

"Are you all right, Crando!!

The hurried voices of Cordura and Alexei were heard at a distance. Tolerate severe pain that can't even keep your eyes open properly, forcing you to laugh. Alexei put up her sword like a cover by erasing her expression, and Cordura and Tomoe looked bright blue and slammed her shoulders. Honestly, it's pretty hard.

"Crand's idiot! What are you doing!

"Russell. Give me a little."

Somewhere in my head I gave directives to myself to observe calmly, examining the wounds. I don't have a single chill on my clothes and coat. I moved my trembling fingers and wrapped my left arm sleeve around it. Cordura is breathtaking.

(This is better than the lotus cola image......)

Numerous cuts were exposed that could shock the wounded person. As paranoia took the time to make a close and intransigent cleavage, the left-hand arm of the collector had so much cleavage that there was no gap. Perhaps, from the left shoulder to the flank, the wound will extend. Oddly enough, the fabric covering the upper edge was nothing, and Dracool's attack was found to be a peculiar attack that ignored all defenses.

"Wait, I'm going to cure you right now. Healing Light!"

Cordura wounded the sacred magic of recovery when he created a soft, gentle look that the collectors had never seen before. Orange warm light descends. Although elementary, it is one of the best techniques that a nun can perform on a daily basis. Instant full healing is impossible. But after a while, I guess I was confident enough to stop the blood. Dracool doesn't dare to pursue either, and even looks to enjoy watching the moves of the collectors. In its eyes there was a colorful sense of overlooked margin and interest, in which humans observe the ecology of rare creatures in their spare time.

"Why?!? Why aren't you healing?

(There's no need for that, Cordura. Whatever, the crest is reacting, but the scratches aren't blocked.)

"Nothing strange. The wounds inflicted by the high-ranking demons, including Dracool, cannot be healed by human sorcery. Have you come aboard without even knowing that? Stupid people."

One of the three knights, Isaac of the “fiery fire", who had Zhu Spear in his hand, let go as good as he boasted of the Lord in the half.

On the chest of the treasurer was a cheat ability called Immortality Red, the seal of immortality, a testament to the valor of the other worlds carved by the royal princess as a sign of his covenant at the time of summons. This ability is an irregular healing magic that continues to heal the wounds of the body of the treasurer almost indefinitely, unless the magic of Octavia, the princess, is uninterrupted. Technically, the wound was becoming blocked to an extent almost unknown to the appearance.

Until now, however, the treasurer's overconfidence, which had survived the crisis with this force, was breaking down in Isaac's words.

"What. I thought I'd do it a little bit, but to this extent, wasn't it enough to invite me to the feast? Hing is shredded. My three knights. Get rid of the bugs immediately. No, wait."

Dracool looked back only at his face on the way up the stairs and looked down at the stuffing collector.

"Human. You, my tool and my knucklehead face up to this mansion. Am I right?"

"... yes"

"Are you in love? Hopefully so! Otherwise, I would be suspicious of this Lucia. What do you say, no!!

"I don't deny you're a good woman."

"Hmm. Medium. Good answer. Hey, my servant. Only the man, bring him to my room without killing him. Soon, I think I'll be able to do that one. Nothing gets tired of watching as much as human jealousy and emotion"

"Fuck you......!

When the collector shook his last strength and raised his face, Drakur and Lucia were no longer there. Instead, the three knights gradually pack the distance in a quiet foothold. The three different knights of Arman, Isaac, and Dalamitsu had all made their struggles seem unusual, and they were all strong men who were unlikely to fall out easily.

"Why?"

Face up to your voice.

There was Tomoe biting his lips off with a face that was still going to cry.

"Why did you cover me..."

"That's stupid. If you're Sizka's sister, you're my sister too. Isn't it normal for a brother to cover his sister?"

The pale residual light of a giant chandelier illuminating the mansion from overhead, for a moment, undressed the deeply depressed look of Tomoe.

The collector sent the wind to the small flames that were hovering in the back of his body, sending commands to the nerve pulses across his entire body. Forced to stand up and pull Tomoe, who remained nagging, in a gooey fashion, scratching and holding him to his chest. He stroked his trembling head and let his mouth slam. I don't know if I laughed well. Cordura and I met eye to eye. As she shrugged, she smiled back powerlessly, showing her cheeks stretched with her hands.

"I knew you were stupid. But I like stupid things like that."