Dungeon+Harem+Master

It is an endless cellar. A large rock, tightly packed in the upper-left and upper-right corners, looms at a density that occasionally interrupts breathing. It's not going to take me long to get used to knocking my nose in just wondering if the mould, dust, and cavern-specific damp odor is still this.

The further we proceeded, until the other day, the more and more space we were able to expand and walk, which naturally led to holes that we could not dive into if we did not succumb. Cantera's lights, regardless, were sufficient to illuminate the foot, but for a collector accustomed to the light intensity of modern technology, none is equal.

Still. Everyone's got a good leg inside. Both Hilda, who first thought she would turn up the sound, and Lacey, with her hands and feet as thin as twigs, continue to march without spilling one stupidity.

From the approximate time elapsed, it would have already exceeded ten hours since the start of the action, but the speed of a single line of possessors has barely fallen. Inside the labyrinth, it's like a nightmare that goes on indefinitely.

Most importantly, there was a part of Nelly and Rudge, excellent navigators this time, that was quite helpful because they were pointing us to the shortest possible distance based on the map information of the dungeons that had already been attacked.

"And I thought I'd come out."

Since I left the camp, I've almost forgotten because I don't even run into the advance clan, but monsters still exist.

Encounted was a lower monster with hands and feet growing directly on the giant head: Devil Ape. This creature, whose torso does not exist and whose biological structure is unknown, is slightly stronger as an individual than Devil Ape, who, according to Nelly's description, is in the first tier. Here, the device ape α is assumed for convenience. If you dare describe the change, it is blackened overall. I don't care about people, except maybe Rudge.

"But you're gonna knock it down."

In a slightly open space, a row of possessors and five devil apes alpha clashed.

Devil Ape Alpha's specialty is an extremely primitive stone axe with a twill of pointed stone on a tree branch. Devil Ape itself falls into the category of miscellaneous fish, so even if a monster like hairy appears on it, it can't be enough of a threat to the collectors.

"Leave it to me!

Callen, who had so far been waiting in the rear, immediately shot three bodies as she connected Elfinbow.

Devil Ape alpha is not so brave. Instead, intelligence is terribly low, too.

The other two, approaching almost indefensibly, were buried somewhat with Victoire's sword and Artemisia's spear.

Shooting about five monsters and being horrified is also in between. While not traveling in five minutes, the enemy, also known as the Second Battalion, leapt out of the dark.

A monster with just a huge face to see if there is a meter. Begin the lecture with Rudge's lively face as he sees a horde of demons that appear from next to next.

It was Madman, the junior spirit, who blocked a line of loose ends.

In circular eyes, a long, raised nose. The mouth was wide open to tear to the ear, and the sharp teeth reflected in the lantern's light were sharp and messy as a scarecrow, badly yellowing. The avant-garde popped up in auto mode before the collector gave the command.

but this time, anyway, there were a lot of enemies.

No matter how little you look at it, all twenty bodies are flying around the hollow. Adrenaline was coming out, and Victoire and the others slashed the facial carbide, shaking their hair and flying in, to slap Katombo off.

It is a brawl.

Mainly, the avant-garde waves swords and spears to deal deadly damage to Madman, and Loulou and Karen cover them with throwing knives and bows and arrows.

"Fake/Ice Arrow" Altana Ice Shot "!!

In anticipation of the beginning of fatigue in the avant-garde, Rudge quickly unleashed water attribute magic by the star's magic book Astro Grimoire.

Making a sound with a mistletoe, an arrow of ice columns pierces Madman's face in multiple ways. Losing his ability to fly, toward them falling naturally, when Dorothea waved the blade twice, three times and at great speed, the lower spirits made dull noises and crushed and scattered one after another.

The Collector has never pulled out a sword to this point, hassled, but it hasn't taken a few minutes to destroy the monster in front of him. Severe alienation struck him.

"... don't you think it's all just those guys anymore?

"I'm totally air."

Nelly responded with a dry voice next door as the collector mocked and laughed at himself with all his strength.

But I want you to wait.

The real air was cleverly erasing the signs behind them, to the fact that they were nuns.

"Gi, gi. Why, are you looking at me here? It doesn't have to be conspicuous in battle, but it's not an exaggeration to show my presence."

Regardless of Hilda's self-preservation, the difference between the powers of enemy monsters and the avant-garde legions is historical, and those who bear one Kasri wound have yet to appear. Moving on moderately, moderately tired, the collector decided to camp here. Pordina, who has also demonstrated his strength to the full in battle, will begin to set up with Tekipaki. You don't think it helped in the fight, Lacey or Meryandale start running to the cooking all the time here.

Meanwhile, the collector began to greet Hilda with his opponent. This man, what are you actually here to do? The collector was starting to lose sight of himself a little.

"Hey, Hilda. Seriously, I'm afraid we're gonna end up with a kid who doesn't want to be in this clan."

"Mm-hmm. I don't really care that much because I have a big part in dealing with Mr. Klund. If it's painful, how about implementing a way for everyone to heal? I'm sorry I'm busy, but I'm not going to be able to help you, Hollory."

"Right! You're a genius, actually!

"No. This is God's guide, too."

Perhaps it is the Evil God Hilda is praying for.

The collector ran out toward the place where the avant-garde team would be, turning on Hilda, who was riding side-by-side on his lap. After this, Hilda, found by Lacey, was harshly scolded and framed to make stews for everyone.

"That's why I came to a business massage to heal everyone's fatigue."

"Hmm? Why, I care a lot. If you're going to do it, I would dare say no."

Dorothea, who was relaxing in the tent, exposed her defenseless back when she lay low.

"Sonjama, one. I'll try my best to rub it."

"Uh-huh. Please."

"Momomomomomomo..."

"Ugh."

"What is it, Mr. Dorothea?"

"Where is the Lord massaging from earlier?"

"Ass."

Dorothea's long and beautiful legs were poked out in the rear and sucked into the side of the collector who was rubbing his ass with both hands. The collector's gaze intertwined with Victoire's eyes like a chill-packed fish as he wept as he coughed.

"What the hell. If you want me to rub it, don't be shy and declare it."

"... you think there's a woman who wants a massage from you after seeing your current interactions?

"Hmm. You really like me."

"So, who! Ahhh!!

"That kland. Hopefully, I'll ask you next."

Sizka, who kept her mouth shut in the corner, softly raises her hand. She looked away slightly, slightly uplifting her cheeks as she met the collector. I mean, okay. The collector who interpreted it that way laughed nastyly at Gufff with a demeaning look.

"Oh, my God. That's why. We're going to do a healing massage right now, so will you please leave! I think we need to interfere with the procedure."

"Who are the idiots who make you two look alike! Definitely not!!

"That's right. If possible, Hannah would like to get a reward massage for brave men."

"Hannah! You were somewhere along the way!?

Victoire peels his eyes off and yells. Hannah was cute and winked with one eye.

"My lady. Heppei,"

"On top of not knowing what it means, it's subtly old"

Victoire, Hannah and Pordina turned up yellow.

Now, no matter what you think, it seems impossible to take it to a glossy story. The collector went out of his tent when he shook off Sizka, who was remnantly clawing his fingers with the thought of a severance.

Outside the tent, there is an evening meandering. On a slightly remote horizontal stone, Artemisia was seen holding Lucille's arms and flashing as she lowered her hips.

On the side of the impromptu camad, Hilda, with a faint eye, mechanically scratches the contents of the pan. While I was stone kicking when I found Liza who seemed free, the evening schedule was in order. The collector fell asleep quietly as he filled his belly with stew and stuffed pork rose meat.

"And make it look like, do you want one shot!

The collector, when he falsely crawled out of the tent when he went to the bathroom, brought Pordina, who was tensioning, into the shadows of the rocks, with or without sayin ', and did it with a lumpy scone. He wasn't incapable, he couldn't be active day after day, so he had plenty of energy. I can't help but convince myself that I'm young. Most of the time, when I returned to the tent, everyone noticed me and later acted as a problem at the stronghold.

The third day of the Tenth Hierarchical Attack began neatly. For the first few hours, the undulating path continued in a prolonged manner. The collector was concerned about Lucille's health.

"As soon as you're tired, say it. Hmm? This much, nothing like that? Well, don't push it."

Lucille, an elf toddler, gasped for good luck and showed leg strength that she didn't think was appropriate for the year while moving her short legs around a bit. Monsters were discovered by Loulou's enemies when he conceived it was time to pinch a small pause.

It appeared to stain out of the rocky skin, and the herd began to pack it with gizziness and intermission, blocking it from waxing.

Black mucus monsters, like melted heavy oil, are gel-shaped organisms that live throughout the dungeon and are known as black ameba gels. Diving to the tenth floor becomes somewhat durable, albeit miscellaneous.

First, Victoire, a gel hater, left the front line early.

"Ahhh. Your daughter's mental strength is on the zero count at once?

Hannah also lowered backwards, calling herself embracing the Lord. While doing so, in front of us, about ten enemy shadows have packed the distance while working closely together.

"Totally sloppy one."

Ahead of Sizka, the remaining avant-garde started fighting Black Amebagel. Pordina switches her weapon from a sword to a hammer and carefully squashes it one at a time like she does a mole slap, but the three men whose scores are swords and spears were struggling with an indeterminate monster opponent.

"I don't know if I'm gonna slash or poke you. Not at all, perseverance. Eat, Flame Spear (Flame Lance)!"

Dorothea, who boiled his business, unleashed the magic of fire attributes.

Rudge changed his complexion as a bright red fire spear radiated from his left hand made a shrug of noise and pierced the Black Amebagel.

"- You shouldn't, fire is no good!

As if the sun had exploded, Gel's whole body could play bright white. Miraculously, Hilda, who was in the rear, instantly cast a sacred magic barrier over the entire avant-garde, invoking the protection of the saints (Holy Shield). This is what saved the lives of the Dorotheas. The ruptured Black Amebagel swelled up in chains involving its fellow countrymen beside it, turning it into an incredibly hot mass. The Red Lotus Flame licked everything in the hall like a tsunami, but Hilda's defensive magic fell short of it. The blue and white glow enveloped the entire party like a veil to protect it brilliantly from the explosive destructive energy.

"Wow, wow! Hilda!"

"You, don't do it!

"Exactly."

"Awesome! You've helped me for the first time!

"It's cool!

"That's Hilda, isn't it? Hannah believed she'd do it someday."

"Hey, you just shielded me. Whoa."

"Eh heh. Right? I guess so. No, can I just get on with it?

Hilda, who had barely been blessed with a place to play, jumped, becoming a man of time, wondering if he was going to conjure up indefinitely, and seemed to glow somewhere. Meanwhile, Rudge drops his shoulder with a blue face, a dying face, and if he's sorry, he snaps. The treasurer quickly went into consolation.

"Well, everything doesn't work out. Everybody makes mistakes."

"... but I put everyone's lives at risk because of me. First of all, I didn't even know that Black Amebagel was a flammable monster. I'm a professor at the Labyrinth Exploration Institute."

"Don't be so depressed"

"No. I want to die already."

Rudge covered his face with both hands as he took his glasses with blue. It is in overnight mode as opposed to around Hilda. The treasurer held her shoulder tight and stroked her head pounding, even though he thought it was hard.

"Rudge, Sir Hillary, the great mountaineer I admire, has left these words behind. You don't have to be a hero when you're trying to accomplish something. I wish I had a strong will to reach my goal. You must have dreamed of exploring this dungeon and trying to solve all the mysteries. Then you shouldn't fail once or so. Humans deserve to be challenged if they have a thirty percent chance of success. Besides, we're not all the kind of balls that get hit with this much pinch. Right! Guys!!"

When the collector turned around sassy, the women looked resentful at the two people holding each other with cold eyes without remaining. Hilda, the special medal, is the same.

"... chip. Don't blame me, baba."

"Heh, heh."

Rudge made a pitiful voice for only rational girls.

"Yes, who is it! Now the one that said terrible things!!

The collector looked around at everyone as he let go of Rudge's back, which he hugged. Uniformly true face. You can't throw up when you're told. He looked too sweetly at the woman.

"My lady. Exactly. Whatever..."

"Here, here, here! I wouldn't do that! Don't take it personally to the suspect."

"Victoire. That's right, I can't chase you that far either. You're a demon, you're a ghost, you're an outsider."

"Ahhh. If not! Decide. Ahhh!!

As Victoire wolfed, Nelly's shoulders began to gutter as she floated thin ragged. As the collector drew his face wide, he sighed loudly.

"Fair enough. It's that everyone wasn't hurt badly, either. How about hand-to-hand around here?"

When Meriandale managed to distress herself and finished repairing the circle of fellows that had fallen apart, she began her adventure again. After walking for a while, I did and reached a wide galley field. Gale fields refer to slopes with sloped golo stones. In the beginning, the women who were walking funny also began to leak dissatisfaction when they blurted violently about whether they were offended by the stretching path. Mainly, Karen and Liza, who were unprovoked, were particularly terrible.

"Clando, my throat is tight. Mizu"

"Liza, too, is ragged. Gently let me drink it from my hands."

"Whoa. You can't just drop by on a hill like this."

"I'm tired. I'm tired of it. Focus on healing Liza."

"Whatever Karen is, you'll be of little help."

"Ugh. Hidoku"

When Liza put her hand on her mouth, she fluttered and curled, poking her knees and moaning.

By the way, it's pretty dangerous to be kidding around on the slopes, but with such common sense, there would be more legitimate nerves growing up. Liza is as clean and a clove of microbikinis as usual, except she is lightly feathered with a burnt brown cape. If there was a slight discrepancy, the important thing would be to see the whole thing, it was the outfit of a crazy woman who made her surroundings anxious. Thus, at the time of the bending, the shade of the fascinating triangle seemed to be about to appear chilling. During the couple's fortune, the collector's gaze moved quickly to look closely reflexively, even though he was checking with Moro, and his torso was about to collapse.

"Oops..."

"It's dangerous, your husband."

Pordina heads toward her hips in an attempt to support the sloppy Lord. Hmm, scratching a cold sweat, Loulou, who had preceded him, approached him as he cleverly jumped a little over the stone.

"What's up? What is it?"

"No, that's it. As it is, you will catch up with the clan that was ahead of you."

Turning his gaze downhill, he found the flickering and slight lightning flashing in the darkness.

Initially, I dared to keep my distance in order to keep the excess gotten away, but contact is inevitable when I get here. As he wrinkled between his eyebrows, Nelly, standing next to him, pounded his ear.

"Actually. The last branch through the ten tiers is past earlier. This can only be a crossing point for the adventurers. The offense itself is over in the past, and if so, there is only one idea of the preceding clan"

"Just like us, guardian beast hunting..."

Placed in the boss room every ten floors, the presence of the ancient twelve artifacts (Lost High Weapon) is too powerful. If you dare to aim for it, you're quite powerful.

"Or a fool like us"

Nelly is throwing a glimpse at me with a flicker and meaning. Somehow, the keeper couldn't ignore her, who was obviously okay and aura out. That's called a vicious circle.

"I'm not a fool. The role has been assigned"

"Huh. What did you just say? For your information, does it fit in a writing split?

"It can't be Ng. When it comes to this role I've been given, I guess it's decided to be a classic royal hero with a hot girl."

"... ma. Everyone must be the protagonist in their lives."

"Will you not sassy flush? You really don't like me."

"No. I love you. Whenever my chest is about to break."

And, as usual, while Nelly and I were wasting our time without meaning, we had come down the slope and had unnoticed contact with a bunch of people surrounding the incendiary fire and taking small pauses.

"Ooh, ooh. Isn't this another club? Hey. Bastards. This dungeon. Since when has it become a party venue for women and children?

A little man by the name of Vasco Underhill, master of the clan "Falcon Claws," who led his companion from thirty, shook his shoulders and laughed forcefully as he openly uttered words of contempt.

According to Nelly's earring, Vasco was the second son of the Underhill family, who had been a salt merchant in the southernmost port town of Romeless, a typical man of his husband's poaching, so to speak, who had walked around the casino since his youth and had been able to follow the unreliable with his prior financial and courage.

This year, it seems that since last spring, Vasco, who will be thirty, has steadily expanded his social reach, selecting desolates with particular physical abilities to incorporate under his umbrella.

It seems that Vasco's real father was down on the floor sick this summer, returning to his hometown for sympathy. It was only after the end of the Step Elf battle that he, once again, faced the union of Silver Villago, was on an expedition to Etria just then, where he did not have the opportunity to face the Collector.

(and you're such a pain in the ass and a big, self-respecting idiot, so let's just put it on properly and freak it out)

"You're cool too."

"Am. That's my brother there. Something's up!

"No, nothing."

As Vasco protruded his slightly characteristic receptacle, he rattled his throat and sputtered. Blue and white viscous. That makes a noise on the rock skin and snaps. Nelly hid behind the keeper's back as she wrinkled between her eyebrows and covered her mouth with her hands.

"Anyway. Seriously, I have guardian beast hunting aiming epilepsy. You know, guys like you, they get in the way of playing and playing charades in fashion. Got it? Once you understand it, turn around. It's easy to dairy your sisters."

Is this the language of a man thirty years past? The zodiac left the scene in silence, feeling the aura of the three descendants drifting from the basco, without daring to argue. Satisfied just that, when the men finish the fire, they move forward in a queue with a softly noisy noise. Were they made fun of in obscene language, several of them, including Dorothea, endured shame with a red face like fire.

"- Whew, Klund. Wrinkles are the limit of patience. Let me kill them."

"Let's not! They insulted me with words that made my butt look light or something! I'll never forgive you!

"Liza was treated like a whore too! Gosh, I regret it! How the hell do I look like a whore in Lisa!

Liza is mad with her brown glossy skin and her puffy elastic breasts bouncing, waving her hands around. A man can't help but be attracted to his eyes. It's a fantastic body.

I thought I couldn't defend myself if I thought of Liza's erotic outfit. but keep quiet. Staring away at the backs of the men, I could see that Sizka and Artemisia, with their serious faces, were just keeping an eye on one man. When his gaze met, Sizka rushed up to her once and for all, leaning in and speaking to her.

"One, there's a man who can get inside. That's different."

"Oh......"

I don't understand the collector, but for now I affirmed it like that. One strangely small middle-aged man existed, trying to hide in the shadow of a group, but he was cleverly killing the signs.

The clan "Falcon Claws" held the young and rough adventurer of Vasco preference, but only one of them was around. Two older men's names were referred to as "impudent“ trophies. He was less than a hundred and sixty tall, had a leather breastplate on his gear, and had an unmatched sword on his waist, and although he did not see a place to see it otherwise, he was, in fact, one of the leading swordsmen in the Union of Known Adventurers (Guild). I don't use flashy moves or good weapons, but only the name "impenetrable” is secretly pervasive, and I am an epic swordsman who has just never taken an unconsciousness in my presence. The only thing Nellie knew existed, but at this point, she couldn't grasp any certainty, and only Moya, who somehow wouldn't disappear into her chest, remained.

Only the collectors took the time to go out after this. That is, catch up with the preceding clan and eliminate it with or without hesitation, or do we see one grown up here that dares to move on and hit the guardian beast? According to Nelly's guide, either way, we're not that far from the boss's room on the main road. It was Meryandale who first saw it and raised his sad voice.

"Ahhh. The bridge is dropped!

"Yeah, ah! I thought you were lying. Seriously!

Is the collector lying, ignoring the angry Meryandale, and watching the chopped down cliff lying under his eyes?

"Hey, Lantern, give me that."

Yes, your husband.

When I plugged the light I was given into the dark canal, an infinite emptiness was spreading there, exactly what was worthy of being the bottom of the earth. A closer examination showed that the roots of the suspension bridges, which the pioneers thought they had struggled with, had been thoroughly cut with sharp blades. It is obviously the work of Vasco that preceded it. A short-minded Dorothea is sniffing and trampling the ground waste.

"That's why I went! If those guys stay down, they don't have to fit the difficulty! Ahhhh. The halibut boil back!

"Phew, that's not the distance you can jump and fly."

Hilda glanced at his arms against his wings and ran, stopping right in front of him. Nellie is tapping the route with her nervous fingertips as she spreads the map. You're in a bad mood.

"If we go far, or maybe we can get to this point. From here, if we go east, there's something that was abandoned quite a while ago. Look, this dashed route."

"But that's not going to be a pretty long way around. They're gonna get ahead of us. Damn it! I wish I had killed them, just like Dorothea said, without four or five."

"Well, well, well."

"Dorothea. Don't you, too, naturally draw Klund into Chaos Route"

Nelly sighs and grinds her temples with her index finger. It was her habit when she thought.

"Okay, I've come up with a good idea. This is where one of the holy knights here, Victoire, and I pride ourselves on using our legs to fly to the other side."

"Mm-hmm. Sizka is right, can I jump high like a flying swallow...

I can't be reborn at such a distance bat!

"My lady. What do you mean, you're mastered? Hannah would like to share this growth with Mrs. Barthelmy in the capital."

"Hannah! If you say anything extra to your mother, think of it as its neckless!

Nellie blurted as she looked sideways at the usual trio, twitching like a small dog with a bad gangster.

"Again, keep whining. I wish I could put it together and fall into this hole."

"Hey, hey!? I'm scared!"

"It's a joke. Well, what shall we do? As a matter of fact, Klund will try and jump. Look, before you look at it, you should be able to see it."

"If there's any residue left, I'll do it."

The collector silences himself deeply. Concentration doesn't last that long. Somehow, I'm starting to feel like I'm starving.

"Well, let me take care of one thing here."

Meryandale, staring jitterily at the end of the indifferent dark canal, forcefully proclaimed his lips as a letter to. He's got a grin that Hilda made some sort of "how can you" little fool of himself. However, with the solution presented, the situation will be rapidly unfolding.