Dungeon+Harem+Master

As the collector exhaled in his rough breath for a long time, he pulled his sword out of the monster. It is unnamed, but it is no less a product than the Black Lion, the most beloved holy sword.

Lynx's memories, then, were interrupted, but poured into the possessor's brain. That she was turned into a corpse ghost, her squire, by Lucia, who became Drakur's deceased. That Lucia has lost most of her memory in the ensuing intense ordination by Drakur. About the day I rebelled against my true ancestors and helped her out of the underground prison. Why Lucia isn't even interested in the name, not the childhood friend who once loved Lynx. I think the collector. If Lynx cared about that, Lucia would have had as many chances to reclaim her former memory. But I did not dare to do so because the mausoleum given to her would certainly be fed back. Even if the caterpillars have changed, Lynx's thoughts continue to remain unchanged. How painful would it have been for him to turn his fingers around to see how Lucia would lose her bloodsucking appetite and be comfortable with other men?

With that in mind, Lynx's ordeal would be unusual. Without ashing, it would be the Lucian corpse ghosts rolling all over the room. They are not human, so they self-repair to some extent even if left alone.

As the collector jumped off Wendigo's giant, he finally got his eye on the knight who was about to wake up his upper body. He was a man who was willing to split the striking cloth the collector would use on his back when carrying the lease.

"Please, Lucia, let me get away with this."

Explore a man's face from Lynx's memory. He was a knight who served the house of Lucia from generation to generation. They wanted to be a Russian corpse ghost and to serve.

The collector nodded loudly and ran out flipping his coat. Besides the black lion on his hips, he held a famous sword with a reddish pattern and kicked through several doors. And when he found the widest, most luxurious gate, he didn't hesitate to push left or right.

"Well, finally the guest arrived. I'm impressed that it's so early."

Drakur continues to huddle through Lucian breasts on his knees as he sits in a huge leather chair. It's a sight for revulsion.

This guy can't fit a belly bug until he's finely chopped. The collector slowly advances into the center with the front of the jacket aligned.

"That's a bad taste room, Admiral. But it's a great place to be a big bad guy."

"Such a young adventurer. This size is this size and quite useful. Just the right thing to do to beat up impoliteness."

"Get your hands off of Lucia. Son of a bitch, you're gonna deform a white knob into a scrap."

"A human flair slaughtered by me barks. None. There's not enough galleries yet. Let me dance and show you one of the hosts."

"Don't cry if you fall with your legs attached."

"That, light mouth. I wonder how far it lasts."

Dracool instantly turned his whole body into a black jaw as he rose from his chair as he bounced up his black cape.

"" Black Fog ""

The power of the Thirteenth Duke, with an elite seat chosen to defend the Demon King, is as if it were a different dimension from the enemy the Collector has fought to this day. In the first place, it's not a human species. We don't have any previous information on what areas are weak and vulnerable to attack. Still, we have to fight it out. No. I'm sorry if I have to win and stop him from breathing.

Naturally, my life was underestimated. At first glance, the enemy attack tasted to the bone marrow. Early, it seems to devour the same hand, it is a dream story such as the overthrow of Dracool.

Most importantly, there are limits to the methods of warfare of the possessor who has cut through everything with only his sword and courage. There is no way to deal with an attack by fogging the flesh. As a naive remedy, removing the shoulder coat made it quick to fold and hold, and while wielding it, he managed to fight against the looming fog.

Drakur, a demon tribe, changed his body into a mist and easily pushed the collector around.

I've just never fought an enemy without flesh.

Wielding Lynx's long sword with his right hand, desperately wielding a coat folded with his left hand, seemed to drive away countless swarms of bees, somewhere hilarious.

The black fog is an absolutely inescapable attack worthy of a vampire king who renders every armor powerless and enters through tiny gaps to devour the five bodies of his enemies.

The collector, his whole body was finely chopped and extinguished.

After the fog had left like the tide, he could only see a man who had fallen and fallen miserably.

"What's up, young challenger? Now, unlike earlier, it was reduced. You've been hit pretty hard, apparently. My attacks will not heal with healing magic. Bearing that deep hand, how did you get here? Even then, it's a miracle. Come on, stand up and show me. Or are you motivated if the Russia you're looking for is not in front of you?"

"Heh, no kidding. The battle has just begun."

When the collector poked his hand at the floor, he stood up in a cursory manner. It is true that Dracool was doing the trick. Otherwise, the current attack would have rendered the Caveman incapable of combat.

(But what do we do? He freely turns his body into fog. If you can't do damage with a physical attack, my loss is determined as well...)

"Heh heh. You're frightened, Cland. So shall we put him alive so he can be a little more motivated? Lucia. Crawl on the spot. You look like a slutty female dog, and you deserve it."

"... Yes. Lady Dracool."

Lucia, with her vain eyes, did not even show hesitation when she stood up and crawled to the floor.

Drakur dropped his butt one way or another looking at Lucia's back in the chair as he happened to return his body from the fog to the human body. Taking the weight off her spine, Lucia frowned between her eyebrows and groaned at the incision. Poking a black baby doll, her dripping heavy breasts loosened.

"Look, there's no more dust in your daughter's body where I've never touched her. I regret it. I can't forgive you. I don't know how you feel about this girl, but it's just a used toy for me. If you're going to stand like a puppet on the spot any longer, scratch the doors and let Lucia take his place. Try working that poor brain. If this tall princess thinks of you and feels sorry for you squealing in joyful voices like a whore, she'll be a little tempted to do it. Yeah?"

"Temei is a very angry genius."

The collector pulled through the holy sword “Black Lion” on his hips and penetrated the dracool.

"Yes! That's the intention, Dodo!! Enjoy me more!!

Dracool changed his body on the black fog again as he jumped off the human chair.

The black fog, as it moved as it slid through the floor, from one point of it, formed a sharp protrusion, and the tip of its spear let loose momentum towards the impending treasurer.

"" Black Cone ""

The cone that jumped out of the crown flew in at a tremendous speed as it stretched straight. The collector flew quickly to the left. cone. The stretched tip, as it ran through the place where the treasurer was, in different dimensions, it ran to the wall behind it and destroyed it to break through the wafers. A bright white fragment makes a hard noise and splashes. But that's not the end of it. It can't even end.

Dracool's attack was not a single shot. At the same time as the collector landed, the demon cones were fired one after the other. Staying on the spot meant death. Turn it upside down. Wave your sword to distract the orbit. I just blushed my shoulder and the meat was snatched away. Hot as a ripped wound burns. Do everything you can to avoid it. We can no longer afford to figure out how to attack. It was the same way hunters were hunting down running rabbits laughing high.

"What's up, what's up? Dance, dance, clown!!

Dracool leaves room. I even adjusted the speed of the ejected cone so as to allow it to flee, reading the movements of the escaping collector. A red muscle ran on his shoulder, flank, and thigh. Blood tides gush out of some of the mutilated meat, polluting the white floor.

"Apparently you're used to this move. So, how about this -" Black Hammer ""?

Dracool could pull the cone into the cone, this time forming a giant hammer with fog and releasing it.

"Get me out of here, Dodo. Don't end my fun!

A giant hammer strikes the collector as he cleaves through the sky.

The speed is not the same as it has been so far. The collector was slightly blown away by a blow of an iron hammer that seemed to hold a handful on his flank. It is the same striking force as being stuck in the nose tip of a vehicle running at a fierce speed.

When I wondered if the star blinked in front of me, I was slapped on the wall.

I hit my whole body so badly that my vision was white and cloudy.

At the throat, a bright red mass of heat races up. I threw up intolerably. The diarrhea slapped the vita and the floor and stained it bright red. I stood up.

Behind my head, there's a cracking alarm. I don't even have time to feel pain. I don't feel anything like my nerves have disappeared from my whole body.

"Oh no! Did you stand up? So, this is it!“ Black Sickle ""

Dracool shoots off early in the arrow as he creates a meniscus-like sickle from his misty body.

Reflectively, she scratched. Not so fast, but the sharpness cut off the language.

The half-moon black sickle, when it flew loose through the void, tore the wall behind it to continue to stand, completely destroying it. The debris roars and collapses. Look behind you. I could see the whole thing in the next room.

"Did you send for me? It has to be. So let's go dancing and gorgeous next time!!

Countless tentacles stretching out of the fog strike the crouching collector. The plush, red and black, wet and strange rope instantly bound the body of the collector and swung it not up, down, left or right.

Excessive G and loss of consciousness.

The collector threw up blood reflexes as he was struck all over the room, bored.

Dracool ravaged the body of the keeper as the child played with a doll tied to the tip of the string. So much so that you were satisfied with this taste, Dracool finally let go.

"Klund sama......!

Drakur kicked the back of Lucia's head with a sad face in his hands. A blunt sound sounds and a muscle of blood runs down the floor. Lucia, who bumped her nose tip, slowly raised her bloody face. Tears flowing out of my vain eyes, my lipstick is melting. Dracool put his long legs together as he looked at her in the chair again and lowered his back to it. The expression disappears from the collector. Dracool stretched out his long arm and stretched his white glutes like peaches vigorously. The sound of beating the meat sounded like bread. When I nod satisfactorily, I pull up Lucian hair with one hand and face upwards. Dracool spoke of his argument with pleasure when he moved his lips as neat as a woman's.

"It's Lucia. Is it painful? This man must experience such pain because of you. If this man hadn't met you, he wouldn't have suffered the blame of hell like this, and he would have had his routine. It's your fault. Because he rebels against me and tries to stain my hands with the great sin of killing my parents, etc. Why don't you just be aware of your sins? Even for that village. If you hadn't done the opposite when you first wanted us, the villagers wouldn't have died pointlessly. Oh, that would have been painful. Nothing is more unfortunate than a resident with a foolish lord. What are you doing? What is a woman named Lucia!? Explain it to me so I know!! Yeah?"

"Wow, I am. Stupid, nasty female pig... all evil in the world"

"And then?"

"Me, Lucia, my drakur... my toys look good... miserable, loser -"

"I'm not a loser."

Ooh, and before Dracool raised his face, the body of the collector was moving.

The crest on his chest is white and shiny. The light burned Dracool's vision.

At the same time, the collector was poking a black lion at Dracool's chest as he sat down.

"What?"

The blade, halfway through Dracool's back, was peeking into his face.

It was a truly unnatural move. Neither Drakur nor Lucia is able to perceive even the person who moved, a motion that twisted and bent the space.

When the collector quickly pulled out the sword, Dracool, who had not misted in time, was loose with a stunned look and retreated a few steps later.

There are black holes in the belly area. Black cavity to the point of gripping. Dracool looked at the wound with an incredible look.

Not between, the iron fist descended.

A clenching fist about the size of a bowl of tea bowls for the Zao man slapped his luxurious right cheek.

As a man, a body without thickness blows up like a paper balloon. The collector, as he sat Lucia, let him grip the pocket watch that was on his chest.

"I'm going to turn you back into a human."

"... I can't do that"

Lucia shook her head sadly as she glanced at the silver pocket watch.

"- It's okay! This is a magic tool that turns back time. With this, you can return to your body before you become a dead man."

"So that's the lie. In the first place, at this time (...) the meter (...) was structured so that I could get Lynx."

"What, because!?

"I dare you, I did. I also know he had it hidden without using it. Because life without hope is unbearable, isn't it? We are the adventurers of creation where we have the power to be human. There is no guarantee that you will find a convenient tool to free yourself from this curse, even if you run around the labyrinth."

"So you deliberately gave me hope."

"Whenever you know you can go back, you have a different amount of room in your mind than you don't. Besides, he, because his heart was too gentle... If I find out I remember everything, I'll be sad and I won't be able to see the front"

Lucia killed her voice and cried when she covered her face with both hands.

- I wanted you to run. Only that guy. Do me this favor.

The voice of deep sorrow strikes a man in the chest. The sawdust did not know any words to comfort her, but merely stood like a puppet. I understand now. She knew Lynx was holding back by her side and was in such a lotus-leaved attitude. Because I knew doom was so imminent. From that spiral, I wanted him alone to escape, and I dared to stick to the challenge. So is Dracool's crusade. She wanted to deliberately make impossible suggestions and open up all the knights to follow from under her.

But the faithful servant, not even one of them, left her. Lucia, imprisoned by the curse of Drakur, is unable to move, and the knights are upside down to the bottom of hell. Only the worst end was waiting for them.

Lucia suddenly raised her face, clutching to her sleeve. You can no longer read any emotions into those eyes. The vain eyes had no bottom anywhere, as they peered into the abyss.

"Mr. Klando. Drop it..."

It is thick. The impressive glow of my eyes when I first met him, I couldn't seem to remember anymore.

His whole body seemed full of remorse and bitterness, shrinking like he was old several times at once.

A crisp, dry sound sounds. I didn't know, it was the sound of bitten back teeth.

"Funny! That's hilarious, it's Lucia. But I won't let you go so easily. I haven't played enough yet. You are, at all, the best tool to poke my bump right here!

Dracool's laughter echoes. The vampire demon stood sharply barking with his white teeth stripped out as if nothing had happened while slightly contaminating his chest vest. Exactly. Resilience should also have been with the high-ranking Demons.

When the zodiac moved only his gaze, he saw Dracool with a face that completely erased his emotions. My eyes are as cold and shining as frozen silver. It was rattling so that the sword bumps in my hand were in the strong wind. Not to stare, just to observe things, he kept seeing the demon of beauty in his sight.

"Dracool. What the hell did you think you were going to push them into the abyss of despair"

"It's a pleasure. All living and living is for this pleasure of mine."

"Is that the answer..."

"Come on, it's harvest season. Show me your despair and misery!

Dracool turns his whole body into a black mist, and he comes under fierce momentum with a high laugh.

The crest on his chest increased its radiance and burned blue and white.

"Dracool. Heh, I have to die here. I've just decided yes."

Before the words broke off, the possessor ran out windy.

Alexei was confronting Arman of “Steel," one of the last of the three vampire knights.

Arman gently waved his red-stained fist and took a unique structure when he slaughtered Ethelbert, the executor of the church, the Knights of Heaven, in one blow. The upper body is stripped off and the forged large thoracic muscles are terribly thick. It is a muscle that mixes hardness that does not make sense with the softness to withstand flexible movements.

"Looks like you made me wait. Well, Etrian brave. Shall we die together?"

"I can't write. I'm in a hurry, too. Don't snag early."

"Hehe. The title of a brave man? Looks like it's time for another new legend to be engraved in my collection. Alexei, I'm offering your neck to Lord Dracul as a trophy."

"I don't care. I'm tired of waiting."

Arman's giant began moving at a speed that ignored gravity. It's a foot judgment that doesn't suit a giant body, and it instantly zeroes my distance. Gripped fists are red and black, roaring and approaching.

"Iron Hao"

Along with the concentration of temper, Arman's fingertips steelen.

Alexei intercepted with his centre of gravity low when he switched his long sword between his hands. Arman pushed both five fingers wide and grabbed them from left to right at an awesome rate aimed at the neck muscle. The sound of tanks clashing against each other echoed all over the room. The two remain in a slightly distant position while switching positions with each other. Arman's step was crushing the floor stone and making the white smoke rise in flames.

Cordura's eyes blinking loudly as she swallowed her solitude and watched. Arman had a distressed look on his face with his moustache. He is still with his hands protruding downward as he slightly leans forward. Immediately to the floor directly below it, a small piece of flesh falls, one or two, as the parallax and imobes rolled.

"Then, stupid......! When! When did you do it!!

Arman screamed sharply with a drawn voice as he raised a fine sweat all over his face with a look he no longer had room for. And the white blade of Alexei cut off the fingers of Arman's hands, without any remnants, at the moment of the moment.

"It's settled. I did it now."

"What? - Huh!?

Arman twists his body to look back in anger. At the same time, at the base of both shoulders, a red slant ran quickly. The muscles increased in thickness as they looked and ejected a bright red blood tide.

The decoy, and, making a blunt noise, two arms rolled from the man's shoulders to the floor.

A sword strike of unstoppable speed in your eyes.

For a man who boasted of his invincibility among the three vampire knights, that was a nightmare I could not have imagined.

"There's a fight. I'm not a weak bully. If you swear to stay away from Dracool and never let it get bad again, you can miss it. Yeah."

When Alexei took the sword on his shoulder, he bit off the raw yawn that came out, and it seemed extremely boring.

"I'm gonna miss this one," he said!?

Arman raised his blue muscles firmly on his forehead, whilst never squinting his eyes out.

Originally, such words are to be said by Arman, who is supposed to be the strong.

That, obviously, is the understated human Alexei. He said to himself, the dead, as if to teach a toddler.

"I'm kidding. Ooh. Humane. Oh!!

Supporting Arman is the intense complacency of being welcomed directly into the Tabernacle of the Dead by Drakur, the thirteenth Duke of the Demon King.

That was the kind of attitude that was overshadowed from the ground up by some of the most vulnerable species on this continent: human beings.

His whole body burned like a flame with anger. The dead have excellent regenerative abilities and are highly immortal among demons. It was said that it was the inversion of the complex to look at oneself a step higher, just because its abilities were acquired.

Arman, when he concentrated his spirit as he roared, immediately regenerated the two lost arms from his shoulder. Wet arms creep strangely in the sticky fluid. The green liquid passed through my fingertips and smudged the floor.

"My lost arm!

"Ho. Much more convenient."

Cordura raised her half frightened voice, and Alexei whistled rarely.

"Horrible, inferior species! You totally pissed me off, you transcendent breed! Let me show you. That two names of steel are not Dade. Ahhh!!

Arman changed his whole body's skin red and black when he unleashed an anger that frightened him of what he heard.

“Super Iron Ho".

This is the depths of melee fighting, where the concentration of struggle forces the surface of the body to rewrite to strength greater than steel.

At the same time Arman, like Ciomaneki, enlarged his arms undressingly, swinging them quickly to try to crush the floor slab at his feet.

The smaller Cordura's lower body is likely to soak in, the bigger crater is formed on the spot, and the unusual heat rises violently from Arman's upper body.

The eyes of a man burned with hatred caught him and, as usual, drastically radiated an aura of homicide into Alexei, who stood still.

"Look! This is my power!! We're not going to fasten the prototype anymore! Alexei the Brave. Let's mince your body and turn it into a breakfast for the corpses and ghosts who called it in."

"So no writing. Yes. I'm busy."

"That's the last word! Die, Alexei!!

A crimson giant bullet penetrates directly from the front as it severely flaunts the curse.

Alexei intercepted with his long sword sleeping horizontally when he opened his body slightly to his half.

Arman's expression. I even had a grin about whether I was absolutely confident in my own technique.

My arms, which have just regenerated like shells ejected at super high speeds, take a straight thrust stance.

The space swoops violently as it distorts.

Alexei's long sword. I danced in the void to draw half a moon.

The tall noise rang loudly like a chunk of iron bumped into each other.

- It was silence that seemed forever.

The stuck space, by its voice, cracked in two.

"Stupid, dude."

I'm not winning.

Alexei grinned wildly on her cheek as she twinkled her long sword upwards.

A blue-white line ran diagonally to the giant of the iron wall, which boasted much hardness snuggling through the steel.

An almost artistic slaughter had splendidly sliced Arman's giant into pieces.

Arman blinked his eyes with a glaring face as he looked at the cut that ran from shoulder to flank.

The giant loaned it a pillar of salt as a myth, and slowly began to blow the white powder.

Ash phenomenon.

The inconsistencies of the dead vis-à-vis the enclosed world do not cause them to die for what they deserve.

At the same time that Alexei had put his long sword in his sheath, a blue-white flame swept into the incision of the giant, and the mass of ash that had left the shape of man made a noise and collapsed with the Zara.

For now, after one job, when I was stretching out, my gaze caught on with Cordura, whose mouth was in the letter O. Alexei laughed lightly and spoke in a light way, like nothing on purpose. But to that extent, the covert awe that sprouted within Cordura never disappeared.

"Come on! I cleaned you up. All right, Sister. Um, where's the executor's sister?

Tomoe was gone when Alexei looked around with his palm over his forehead.

Cordura kept her hand on her hips, sighing, turning her index finger and circling, pointing at the stairs behind her.

"No, I lost it while you were staring at Arman."

"... That's a lot less emotional"

"Not if you're talking. Come on, we have to go after Klund!

Sister teased her hem and rushed out.

"Hey! Wait! No! I gave you my grand medal, didn't I? Mbeh."

Cordura runs by jumping down the stairs like a rabbit. Alexei followed with delay, but kicked over to Arman's ashes, who had now defeated him. That non-existent part of Sister running across the hem jumps into view.

"White, huh"

Alexei rubbed her reddened nose and poked her hand at the floor, this time carefully checking the scaffolding before following Cordura's back, which had gone far away.