Dungeon+Harem+Master

As the collector ran, he looked with a comatose glance at the impending black fog. When I switched my long sword with both hands, I slapped it obliquely against the shadows with a ripped mood.

From a fogged chunk of dracool, a black tentacle takes a popping blade as it twists.

It happened to push each other.

I pulled the blade back quickly and now I rolled out the thrust. The long sword was buried halfway as it was sucked into the darkness. A sharp bark goes up.

It was the first time I heard it, the scream of Dracool. The collector kicked up a mass of fog and took a staggering distance. If you look at yourself, the liquid is slightly blue and white. Black fog chunks. I immediately returned to the human body, wondering if I had retreated slightly.

Dracool was holding his chest down stuffy with a blue-white face. Supposed invincible, the demon was poking a knee on the floor and exposing his anger.

"Why! How did you know!?

"It's just a hunch. But it looks like you've got a big win."

Neither were the collectors just attacking the dark clouds. When Dracool showed some movement from the fog, he always noticed that somewhere there was a little glint of flickering blue and white.

Spiritual Curse Nucleus. The crystalline form of the soul spirit held by the demonic clan known as the Thirteenth Lord was the only insurmountable weakness they considered invincible. Drakur is a special being with an indeterminate body and falls into a rare category among the demonic tribes. He ran the risk of not being able to hide completely the spirit curse nucleus, a soul spirit, on the other hand, with its high immortality and the characteristics of being able to change its own shape freely. The spirit curse nucleus is a hexagonally shaped blue lens. Size is fist size. It was the core that the Demons had, and being able to hurt this was synonymous with death.

Drakur has a blue face, fuzzily and finely roughing his breath. The thin laughter that was floating from the first glance disappeared, the pupils diffused, and the margin felt no dust.

When the collector restated his long sword horizontally, he was slashed without setting it apart. The look on Dracool's face. The colour of worry is dark. Lips are distended and a grain of poppy sweat is appearing on his forehead. I guess I've never been cornered before.

Therefore, the demon mishandled. Dracool was deeply cleaved through his chest in a way that almost received the slaughter of the treasurer directly from the front. While falling behind in an unprotected outfit, again, he changes his appearance on the fog. It should be amorphous, but I even saw fright on the surface.

"" Black Spear ”!!

The black fog, instantly, had shot five spears out of the inside. Break the atmosphere and a pitch-black spear looms.

The tip is sharp, and if properly received, fatal injuries are inevitable.

But the wonders and fears disappeared, and the spike movement grew with tremendous momentum seemed to be slower.

You can't move on to an attack by avoiding it greatly. The Zodiac, with his increased kinetic vision by the time of the anomaly, scratched with a single piece of paper without a single penetration of the Special Poke, which was rolled out early in the arrow succession.

There were no eyes or noses in the fog, but by being sent a move released with certainty, a starch resembling fright had arisen strongly. The zodiac slips and moves through the floor like a dance. A slaughter using its rotating power was swinging down against the fog again.

Kan, and the hard noise echoed.

Dracool screamed and returned to the human body, rolling over.

It was evidence that the slaughter did significantly damage the nucleus of the Spirit Curse. Dracool could help by poking his hand at the floor to get up, but dropped his jaw unnecessarily. I shook my thin lips as I blinked my eyes violently. He has a flashing face like he doesn't understand why he's lying on the ground. It reminded me of an innocent toddler somewhere.

"Stupid......! This is happening!

"Let me return the interest of Lynx and Lucia."

The wounds all over the body are gradually recovering with the force of the crest, but far from full speed. If you prolong it any longer, you're the one to lose.

So much so that the attacks that can be inflicted from the Demonic tribe are now of a different dimension.

Mercy does not even produce fine dust.

I kicked the floor and jumped high.

Switch the sword backwards, rearrange it vertically and poke it down for the chest plate.

- That was supposed to decide the battle.

A violent wind pounded the body of a collector who danced in the void. Strong shock, blown away quite a distance. Beginning with a novice, or rather than thinking, a willingness to kill with his spine zoomed away came down from his head. I don't have time to think. I rolled and flexed reflexively. captured at the edge of his sight. It was the arm of a luxurious woman. Five thin, long fingers touch the floorboard.

At the same time, there was a suspicious mutation in my eyes. When the white-polished floor stone lost its shape as it glanced, it immediately turned into fine ash.

"Why, you!?

He was a treasurer who could not help but scream. In front of him was a figure of Lucia rushing over with her hands horizontally extended. Her origins are just local aristocracy. It's not like there was any forged combat technique.

Then there was only one reason why the clan led by the amateur girlfriend had achieved so much in the monstrous dungeon by outwitting the amazing adventurers who lived side by side.

The high Demon clan named the Thirteenth Duke can draw upon the special abilities that the person had within him when he created the Dead of His Will. Lucia, ironically, had it.

Life force absorption (energy drain).

Palm of the Immortal King (Lifedrain).

It is a technique of sucking the precision out of the life form touched in the palm of your hand and the back of a blow special attack that instantly withers the object touched.

Regardless, Lucia is not attacking the collectors of its own volition either. Parents, children cannot disobey the command of their true ancestors. At the time of death, speed, power, and stamina have all reached dimensions beyond the outside world.

The collectors could not be slashed and thrown away by their opponents in Russia, they were just one side of the defense. Avoid the knife you release while spinning like a comma, sweating cold. I can't imagine it coming from a sneaky body, I keep avoiding it on a single piece of paper while being flirted with by powerful somatology.

"So - Huh! Drop it! I said it. Shh!!

"So I guess I have to say yes."

The collector was desperate to avoid as he rolled, but slowly hunted down to the wall by Lucian movements that attacked him with a sad face. The white demon gave a delightfully tall laugh. That's how much it hurts Kang. Bite your back teeth, at least, and stare.

Dracool was cuffing her red-wet mouth as she woke herself up poking one knee.

"Ha, ha. That's good, that's good, Lucia! Buy time to restore my health! Oh, my God, you don't have to kill me. The fun is over!!

The palms of Lucia scratched the place where the treasurer fell. The hand of the Immortal King (Lifedrain) had an immediate effect, transforming the wall leading to the next room into a sea of sand.

Zach, the dry noise sounds. Then the room on the other side looked just like there was no partition or anything from the beginning.

(If you eat something like that, it's shimmy in one shot!!

The end of the offensive was immediate. Until now, Russia has quickly twisted its body and kicked it. I was lumped in the flank, and for a moment, my consciousness was distant. Approaching the position where the girl's crying eyes are likely to touch her nose tip. She came dancing to push her hands together at the same time.

The collector succeeded in barely grabbing both of her wrists as she disfigured rearward. It is a power that I do not see as a woman. I put all my strength into my legs and barely prevented them from falling.

Using the power of Immortality Red, a testament to the Summoning Brave, countless super healing and building arms are about to be lightly pushed down.

Centennial when that hand touches it. That's all I have to refuse. Only time flickers by as you continue to press on with your criticism.

(Damn. This, then, is a thousand hands! If you stay like this, the Dracool one will recover. Somehow, I said I had to do something!!

Lucia and I caught sight of each other as they groaned to push back hard with sweat on their foreheads. It was an eye for infinite sorrow.

For a moment, I can be killed by this guy, or I can't be caught in uninspired.

Her long hair drifted over the treasurer's cheek. It smelled sweet like spring flowers.

The impact came at the next moment.

"Well done, Lucia. Your role is over."

Dracool, before finishing everything good, was only fogging his arm and shooting out a pitch-black spear.

Hotip dug through the thick floor and stopped somewhere downstairs as he struck out the chest of the keeper per Lucia. A bright red sun wheel descended on his vision and his chest burned bright red. A black darkness runs through the center of your body. Through the pain, trembling beyond standing went to all of the cells.

- Drakur shot himself out of every Russia.

"Don't be ridiculous."

A fire column stood in my heart at the same time as the pain. Drakur launched a cowardly attack, even at the expense of his own deceased, Lucia.

Anger becomes the ignition line, and fire runs all over your body. The soul, as in a fiery fire, is blowing up prominence, but cannot move one fingertip. The lower body is warmly wet with gushing blood. The sight stared and the figure of the demon showing his white teeth split.

It was a decisive blow. When the treasurer fell, he drew Lucia, who had fallen forcefully, over his chest. She shook her white throat, shaking one all the way, and spit out a chunk of blood. I felt the bright red blood tide on my cheeks.

- Okay-keeper. Stand up. Immediately. Stand up, take your sword, and slay that stupid laughing son of a bitch over there. But if you don't, a man named me, you have to put a man out of business soon.

"It's Klund. Though I'd be happy to hold the last woman I want. But it's my way of using it. Ha-ha-ha!!

"Buh, I'll kill you"

"Hmm. I didn't know you could still say that kind of strength in this situation. Which, which. Hmm?"

Dracool formed about two clumps of fog when he drew a circle in the void at his fingertips, whether he had already recovered considerably.

Aim for yourself.

When I thought so, it was best to roll Lucia over my belly to the side.

A mass of fog grows into a rectangle.

It immediately slid out the void as two swords and was protruded on both knees of the great treasurer.

Bite down a scream that doesn't even make a voice.

If you cry, you'll just please Dracool.

No, I won't do that.

"You're a lot more of a moving man, so I can't be relieved if you keep this up. Well, is it time, just in case, to stab Todome? It's Klund. You were a little too squeaky. Toys. You have to entertain the Lord as much as you do. A little too much momentum. Tool flair hurts the Lord. It's how it creates fun."

Dracool loosens like a pneumonia, quietly reaching out his right hand to form a black spear.

"It's over."

I went to sing.

At the same time, a spear conceived of death was thrown.

Unable to move, he managed to raise only his neck and opened his eyes.

A silver arrow ran from side to side, roaring up and shooting down an impending mass of black.

I made a noise and the long sword rolled.

"Heh. Apparently you made it."

Gaze at Alexei running out of the cut neighborhood. Dracool shook his arms up again, shaking in anger. Without stopping it, Tomoe's whip, now leaping through the front door, tangled brilliantly into Dracool's arm.

"My brother-in-law!

Dracool tries to twist himself and wield his whip wherever, but Tomoe's score is something special sanctified in the church. Without taking care of his physique anymore, the demon strips his teeth out and barks, but Tomoe skillfully manipulates his whip to never allow his freedom of arms. A hazy vampire squinted his eyeballs.

"I'm kidding! These inferior breeds ahhh!!

Dracool blackened the center of his chest to create a single giant spear.

The scourge of that spear, created by concentrating all nerves, is unparalleled viciousness so far.

Black spear shot out.

Flew straight to the collector sleeping on the slope.

"Purifying Magic (Holy Banish)!!"

With the scream, a ring of bright white light struck the belly of the spear, causing it to change its orbit slightly.

The late arrival of Cordura's divine magic slowed down the fierce momentum of a long stretched spear.

Dracool's unleashed spear tip blurred his flank with criticism and profoundly decided the floor.

"Fuck, fuck!!

Originally, Dracool would have unleashed the next bullet slowly, at least surely taking the life of the collector, but the reality was different. His soulful spiritual curse nucleus had caused abnormalities in morphological changes that required injury and delicate concentration by slaughter.

At least, once, if you don't retrieve the spear, you can't let go of the two arrows. The reel on the fishing rod took the spear to retrieve it so as to wind the yarn. I'm not a keeper who misses that.

- Here, the tide of battle is perfect.

"You screwed up, Dracool! I still have my arm!!

When I grabbed the tip of the spear with my left hand, which could be pulled up with a shrug, I danced in the sky.

I can't stop the spear from pulling back on the way.

The accelerating collector's body turns into a flesh bullet and pushes straight ahead.

The face of a wolfed drakur is fast approaching.

The collector picked up Lynx's sword, which was falling as he extended his right arm.

Dracool opens his eyes. Cordura and Tomoe screamed in a kinky voice.

He protruded his sword straight out in a horizontally slippery fashion.

Roll out a one-handed punch in the form of a penetration from your head.

The blade profoundly decided the meat as it pierced the defenseless Dracool's chest.

A transparent noise rang.

The sound of Lynx's sword completely destroying Dracool's spirit curse nucleus.

The cutouts of the penetrating body quickly dyed one side of the wall black as red bodily fluids erupted with momentum like an active volcano erupted.

With a sticky sound, a broken spirit curse nucleus flies into space. Tomoe rushed over and retrieved it. Alexei and Cordura jump up and stick their hands up to heaven.

As he was wrapped in a kakiyoki, the collector smiled, showing his ni and teeth.

"This, my! Every human being, loses, so...!?

Releasing your hand from the pattern of the sword, the momentum also turns as it is.

While spinning through the void, combine both fists to create an iron fist.

That's the bad push of todome.

"If you go to hell, tell the demon! Klund, don't defy me!!

In the form of a head-on crash over his head, the collector slammed both his shaken fists against his skull, destroying the fine surface of Dracool by the time he was skin free.

"What the hell?"

Looking at the wreckage of the dead Drakur, it deformed into the figure of a kedamono with huge wings as he looked at it.

Big ears, little eyes. Unlike birds, organisms with wings covered with membranes with elasticity.

The identity of the thirteenth duke Drakur was a wolf bat, who gained his curse after his age.

The wreckage, after a while, erupted a blue flame from his entire body, burning out with melameras.

The collector, who was looking at him and carefully quantifying him, jumped out in a hurry.

"Wow, what!?

"It's the end of the outer road. My brother-in-law. Stay away from me because I'm dirty."

"Oh, oh. Hold on, what? Have you suddenly changed your attitude?"

"That's not true."

Tomoe dyed his cheeks shyly when he covered his mouth with cuffs. Secondly, when I realize it, Cordura is staring at this one with her cold eyes.

"You're in good shape."

"If you have a complaint, you can speak louder."

"Ahhh!?

"Oh, my God, that's funny. Do you do it?"

Tomoe and Cordura began to severely cut the mench as they suddenly stuck their faces together.

It is a development that I cannot understand if I try to be a collector. Alexei, who was sitting side by side, banged me on the shoulder with a silly laugh. I got annoyed for some reason, so I'll punch him in the jaw. Alexei kept laughing silly with her upside down, so she let it go.

After sitting for a while, he breathed neatly and his injured knee wounds recovered back to normal. Dracul's death wiped out the spell from all the wounds the Demon Power was working on.

"Sa. I don't need you here anymore. Come on."

"Of course."

As the collector walked over to Lucia, who was sitting stunned, she pulled her hand and tried to get her to stand up, but she refused as she earred and shook her head left and right like a child.

"Don't waste too much time on me. Let's go home."

"... everything is gone. I'm Carrappo. Leave me alone now."

"I don't mind carrappo. Man, since we lost everything, it's a real start. The truth is, I really don't know what kind of twilight you are and how you feel right now. I don't know. There's still something you can do. [M] I think there will be a day when any snail will live, one day, oh good. Otherwise, it's a lie. I believe that....... sorry. Me, I'm a jerk, so I can't do this any better. I'm sure he thought so, and he kept fighting to protect Russia. I'm sure."

"Because I am. Keep getting dirty all the time...... It's full of bad things."

"It was a long time ago. It's a thing that's past, and it's the same as never before. Besides, if Lucia's really bad, there's no one left. Hey, guys."

When the collector looked back, there, the knights who kept protecting Russia knelt at once with their wounded bodies and their benevolent faces as if it were natural.

"You had a personal grudge that you ambushed Dracool, but you were thinking a little bit about this city, weren't you? Then we must not be allies of the same Adventurers' Union (Alliance) who love this city."

"Ha. Oh, I know you're a dead man, but in this situation, you're not as tough as your balls are. Oh, how do I report to the bishop"

Alexei had a cloudless smile, and while Cordura also slapped her hatred, she never blamed Lucia. And, here, Tomoe, who was silent, is closed up.

"Hey Tomoe..."

"If your brother-in-law is that far away, he won't miss one or two of the dead. And, after all, with this, the Church will have to acquiesce to my report, too"

When Tomoe punished the leather bag with the spirit curse nucleus, a sign that he had killed the thirteenth duke as he looked embarrassed, he turned to the puddle.

"Mr. Klando. Me."

"Live. I'm lying if I don't live to know what happened. Sad or fun, it must be up ahead. The future of Russia. Possibilities. Don't throw me away. Reese and Lynx want it."

I let him hold on to the silver watch that was caught on Lucia's finger.

When she pressed it against her chest, she became deeply depressed.

If I clear my ears, I can hear the cock and the sound of the hour carving slowly. Turn around and put your arms together. The woman's sobbing eventually turned into a ripping scream.

The collector, when he closed his eyes, thought of a silver tear, which should be flowing on Lucian cheeks, tiny, dull and sniffled.

"No, it's been three days since then"

"No, not for three days. If you need anything else, get out of here."

The collector was in the church reception room, rinsing his tea as he sank his hips on the couch. Behind him, Cordura, with her cuckoo, was sighing as she wrapped herself in a wild monk's coat. One chili hasn't fallen into the nicely cleaned room. The bishop, Marco, stood by to perform his prayers. The winter sunlight that plunges through the window illuminates the room, so painful is the eye. After that, Tomoe had left Silver Villago early to deliver Dracool's spirit curse nucleus to the king's capital.

"But why didn't you tell me honestly?"

"Hmm? Well, that's all right."

What Cordura was saying was this report to the Adventurers' Union (Alliance). In fact, if we were to defeat the Thirteenth Lord of the Demon King, this would be a feat in the human area. But the Zaitor twisted the facts and aligned himself with everyone as Alexei did without leaving this kung fu behind.

Early in the year. The slaughter of Napomuk in a luxury residential area made this case quite important. At the time of the rampage, the half-oak man had already stopped being a human and was corpsed, but it was disastrous that he was such a well-known adventurer that many people reported the incident to the upper ranks of the Adventurers' Union (Guild).

Among Silver Villago, especially in the luxury residential neighborhood inhabited by aristocrats and powerful people, it was not so rotten up there as to wield a daylight magnificent Danvila and not blame it.

From the standpoint, it was possible, but in anticipation of the fact that Victoria, in the midst of the restructuring and renovation of the Alliance, was in the midst of plain sight of covering the vaulters, that she decided to twist and convey the facts as a way of resolving all Gotagota.

Almost, it's not convincing to say that the collector, a good adventurer when it comes to rushing out, defeated Dracool. When I persuaded Gone Alexei to force him to tailor him to a special medal, the tongue of the collector who pushed his merit forward and, on the occasion of the Committee of Inquiry, forced him to win the protection of Russia in half was also brilliant inside. For convenience, Lucia stands in the position of a victim caught in Gotagota. It was an adult circumstance.

"Even so, the inclusion of white as good for black is beyond the level. There's hardly a man who can force a common perception that he's not a dead man."

"But now, the committee is the same hole of Musina. They also had to protect Russia from the church in the future...... It's a victory for justice."

"Ha. Stupid. I thought you were stupid, but I can't believe you've been so muscled up. The bishop is also a bishop. Nah, I don't know if I'm laughing. Hey, Klando. Are you sure you don't regret this? Defeating a high-ranking Demon clan is a serious feat."

"No, it's okay. And if I feel sorry for you, Cordura will pay for it."

"Hey, what are you doing? Stop it."

"Hey, hey, hey, hey. Fine. Come on, man."

"So close. Oh, I'm really pissed."

"Come on. How do you not know I've been here forever?

"Hih, coward, no..."

The collector pushes his little girlfriend to the wall, inserting his finger inside the white veil and tickling it. Cordura's, usually seemingly indulgent eyes, had her cheeks stained bright red like ripe apples.

(I can, I can, I can! Finally, this is the time! Yeahhh!!

"Hey, really go first...... I forgive you now, but the joke is over."

I'm not kidding.

"Hey, hey. We're not in that relationship, are we? Right?

"Cordura......"

The collector took the trembling Sister's hand and kissed her in the form of a forcible take, holding her shoulder with his left hand. Cordura, who closed her eyes but was left behind, responds in a way that moves her tongue with a snack. A picturesque and slutty sound flows through the corner of the cathedral, which is sober.

And, just thinking about it, the nuclear warhead deployed in the fountain's groin began to squeak and increase its angle.

Unable to contain the murmur, he reaches for his chest. Thinking he can bounce away, Cordura is roughing his breath with dreamy eyes as he exposes his troll face. The eyes of the zodiac shined like a beast. It was then.

"Um, Cordura, are you there? The bishop is here to call you - hey!?

It was Sister Ilse who opened the door and came in with a faint look somewhere.

I want you to imagine. Always, that awkwardness that the person you're peeling and yelling at has found exactly where you're going right now, in front of the person you're supposed to hate.

"Hold on. Hold on! Here, this is a misunderstanding..."

"Oh, I'm grandpa -. Take your time."

Ilse was a caring child. When he closes the door, he runs away in a light foothold. She is also a rumor-loving woman even though she is a nun. This story, this evening, was spreading throughout the monastery and it was visible to my colleagues to make me question attack them. When Cordura turned bright blue and moved his gaze, the collector had already put his foot on the window across the street, just before he escaped.

"Wait, Cora."

Cordura had seen the back of a man escaping irresponsibly and spoken naturally low enough to dongle himself.

"Oh, hey, I've got a town hall meeting, so you're going home now."

"Never, I won't let you get away!! Take responsibility!!

The records of the Romless Church's one thousand one hundred and forty-nine years of the King's capital read: "Aleksey the Brave of Etria, the thirteenth Duke of Demons. No one will discuss Drakur in the city of Silver Villago. How much that feat will be".

The names of others do not exist anywhere.