Dungeon+Harem+Master

Meryandale let him take a thin green vial out of the pochette, under the gaze of curiosity that would be bishibashi flown from behind.

"Hey, what is it? Don't look so much at us all. Yo. If you fail, you're embarrassed."

The immediate problem is the repair of the cut bridges. From here, to the other side, thirty meters apart, no matter how you estimate it, without equipment and materials, getting a little hands on it and repairing it… seemed impossible to achieve. The collector remembered a woman named Marika, a high elf, who once had an adventure with him.

(If it were Marika, there wouldn't be as much construction as flying and moving to the other shore to give her the reins. But either way, I don't think all the women who've never done this self-billowing rope crossing can do it without a problem. Oh, yeah)

"Hey, Karen. Speaking of which, couldn't you fly with magic?

"Ugh. I can't, this distance is too long. If you run out of focus on the way, you'll fall."

"Oh well. I'm sorry, but there's nothing you can do if one of you can cross over there."

"I'm sorry. I didn't play a part."

The collector hugged his soggy Karen and slapped her gently on the back.

"Oh! Speaking of which, I also did it in a never-ending category!

"You've never even contributed to a battle before, Liza."

"Yeah, I know"

The collector gently slammed Hilda and Liza, who pushed their fists up into heaven and pressed for a hug. While doing so, Meryandale swung the contents to the tip of the cliff, zah, as he took the lid of the vial at hand.

"Let's sprinkle the powder - take a frizz. Ah, Lacey. Lend me a water bottle."

"Huh. Yeah, fine."

Meriandale sprinkled the contents of the received water bottle onto an evenly scattered powder.

"That, what. Mushrooms, this."

As the collector rounded his eyes and looked at the glittering rock skin of the powder, a sudden, mucky, uplifting mycelium grew geometrically like fast feed footage.

The giant mushroom umbrella quickly continued to stretch, hitting it on the other cliff and stretching its own mycelium on one side per side. In the meantime, it hasn't taken thirty seconds. Meryandale had a mushroom bridge to replace the dropped suspension bridge with a workforce that was almost one fingertip. The mushroom was a color with an overall elegant yellow flavour, pressed at his fingertips and looked at, so soft that it had a hardness that even a few humans rode it was unlikely to fall off.

"This, denderonizigatake, is a very fast growing mushroom. Previously, when I collected it, what I took helped."

"Whoa, wow. Mary's actually a genius, isn't she?

"No. This is the kind of mushroom that has long been commonly used in river construction. I knew it in the book, so I guess it's okay for people to cross it."

"And if so, the question is who will cross first..."

Everyone stares at Hilda in unison. She said, "Huh?" He stayed, "but eventually perceived his fate, surrounded his left and right in an attempt to escape.

"This is terrible. It's like a monkey spinning sauce."

"Don't call me Gudagda. I thought I was going out with you."

As a measure of bitterness, Hilda was led and then followed by a collector, and a trial crossing in the impromptu mushroom bridge was carried out. Naturally, the two bodies have ropes tied together and safety measures are taken in case the bridge falls.

When the collector looks back, he sees that Nelly, in the lead, is firmly gripped by the hands of those who remain. It's something someone has to do.

In fact, you thought you wouldn't rely on Hilda to freak out too much, a few hopefuls raised their hands, but with some antagonism against Meriandale, Hilda dared to take this dangerous role under the guise of a fine breeze. However, it was frustrated in the first few seconds.

"Oh, no more shit"

"Morning!

The mushroom bridge depicts a beautiful arch while slightly repetitive, but it is still not an artifact. Though there was a scaffold where one adult could walk sparingly, each time a raw, smelly breeze stroked his cheek, it scared the minds of both of them somewhat.

"Scary. I resent you. Fear the wrath of God!

"'Cause it's okay.' Cause I have a line over there."

"Ugh. Already, Muri. Murray. Leave me alone."

"I don't know what to do."

The collector managed to reach the other side safely when he held Hilda in.

I might also have been lucky for the peace of mind not to have to hear a remorseful crush from the women on the other side who were away, "Did you have that hand?" I crossed the mushroom bridge, but when it came to the last attraction that I had done peacefully and safely.

By the way, the mushroom bridge collapsed as soon as they were all finished crossing, becoming white powder.

Everyone gets a true face.

"Oh, you're just as calculated"

"You've been measuring your time."

"Specifications."

"I'm scared!

It was Meryandale's smile that made him decide not to use it again.

The line eventually reached a magnificently decorated stone tunnel.

"Bye. Something's getting tense."

A little environmental change is fresh in the eyes that were used to seeing rocky dungeons such as nature itself. The white polished pile of ancient stones, not knowing what technique had been applied, had biased the qualitative beauty that deprived the beholder of his soul.

Loulou, who was letting his enemies defeat him, came back without making a sound, silently pointing forward. I was next to both of them, Karen and Dorothea's long ears move fine. Pordina also subtly stiffened her expression as she let her nose snort. Without a doubt, there are enemies ahead.

Loulou put his mouth to the collector's ear and told him that Vasco's clan was forming ahead. That number is ten. If you ask me, the vast majority are finally entering the boss room and trying to lay their hands on the treasures of the labyrinth that no one could get. I don't even think the defeated guardian beast will be easily discussed, in case. Even if you don't care about the bastards, poking tired gaps and taking them from the side is so thin, I don't feel good just thinking about it.

"Okay. It's hors d 'oeuvres. All I can do is tease the Guardian Beast and smash his hands together."

Each row is quickly inspected when the score is retrieved.

"Hey. Hey, I was wondering if you could leave this up to me"

Lacey stiffened her body when it came to tense faces. The collector listened to her measures and carried them out, just to think a little. At the end of the stone tunnel, a huge door was seen open. Probably that's the boss room. As Loulou said, about ten men are burning fireworks and distributing their gaze around. Obviously, it's another conscious alert.

Lacey shook her bragging throat and sang in a cool voice as she dived herself into the shade of a gobbly rock. On the meeting street the collectors blocked their ears and watched the trends of the "falcon claws".

Lacey of Half-Say Lane was able to unleash her magic on the singing itself. When she played the "Nemuri noodle" investigation lightly, she succeeded in deactivating the enemy shadow without bleeding a drop. The men fell asleep sounding their earthy ibiki when they collapsed on the spot with Tacta as if they were a shaved doll.

"Yah! It's a big success."

"Dangerous."

A silver wire of one muscle flowed with its tail toward the floating, twirling dancing Liza. Artemisia, who did not de-alert, immediately slaps him down with a spear.

"How dare you?"

Rising from among the men who folded and slept was the “impudent” trophim.

No, Trophim turned his face red and revealed his anger, blocking him.

"It was Themé and the others who dropped the suspension bridge."

"I don't know. If they don't come after me, it's a treat for Vasco."

Guardian Beast Target.

"Each other."

"The guardian beast here is an extreme monster that Wu Yingjie also escaped with his tail wrapped around it. You know, it's not a silo thing that can fathom a country yakuza husband's flirtatious flair. You're the best of them all, but why did you bother staying?"

"I know everything. Heh heh. Plus, if I'm late to save the clan crisis, I can put a higher value on this arm. That's the dimension."

"Ahhh. But I'm sorry to hear that. You can't keep us alone."

"Hmm. It's not the number of young people and women like you. I'm not going through this alone."

"And it's not us who get stopped when they say it. That's why we're breaking through! Guys!

Run! Run!

Under the decree of the treasurer, there was no one left at Yo Dong.

Regardless, “impudence” was neither dumb nor noromatic enough to watch it in silence. The little man, pulling out his sword in a superhuman motion, strikes from across to a group, but stood by it was Artemisia du Berkur, the prized cleric knight of the White Cross Knights (Sanctus Knights), once again without some gaps in his full military uniform. She whirled the spear of a certain Virgin (Holy Lance) safely and slammed it against the trophim as if she were waving a twig.

"Klund, get out of here! I'll take care of him."

"Al, I got it!

Artemisia plucked the Virgin's spear (Holy Lance) to the ground listening to the footsteps of her running through, pulling out the hips sword "Red Chicken”. The product, created by tapping the red dragon urchin, shines demonically as it burns its full body red.

"If your lord's score is a sword, I will deal with you with it."

"Woman. How far can you afford that -!"

Artemisia stood in the upper part of her helmet when she lowered her gaze. It is called "roofing".

The opposing trophim slightly opened his legs back and forth, flushing his sword behind his back, dropping the center of gravity of his heartfelt body. The moment their gaze staggered violently, the two clashed violently, screaming.

The battle of the sword is determined by a single blow, unless he and I are good friends.

Artemisia used her length to wave her long sword down into the shadow of the trophim coming across the street.

Rip the void and a bright red fillet draws a semicircle. The blow against Trophim was not less than quick. The tall sound of metal meshing sounded sharply.

The two met for several matches, one by one, and flew away like they had been bounced. It was Trophim who felt disadvantaged.

That's right, Artemisia's specialty was hit by the famous Noir Smith. It is not lost as a Trophim sword, but it has not been a battle from the beginning with a dish made of a dragon urchin with the strongest hardness on this earth.

Did you realize that the enduring battle will not last for a few more matches? Trophim squeezed his face in remorse, honking his throat and sputtering vigorously.

"That's something like the Dragon Killer Virgin...! Unfortunately, it's different from a weapon."

"If a knight is a sword that entrusts his life, it should be natural to use any hand to buy the best. Your Lord's sword is quite something too, but not far from this" Red Chicken ”. Be prepared to bid farewell to your neck."

"But this is a good opportunity to further my name into the world. Speaking of artemisia, the value on the arm of" impotence "is unknown."

Trophim closed his mouth when he set his sword against his blue eyes. Into that whole body of the small, the struggle of great density subsides. I'm not hallucinating. In Artemisia's eyes, the body of the man in front of her appeared to have swelled up several times larger. I will surely kill the person I see, and only two names will grow as big as my dreams.

Artemisia focused her entire nerve on the pattern she held in both hands as she reunited her mind. All the weight of armor touching my body disappeared and the world narrowed rapidly.

(Klund told me to leave it to me. Nobody else, trust me on this. Then I want to live up to that expectation. As a wife, as one woman, in the name of a proud knight......!

The tide was full. Artemisia stretched her nerves all the way to the tip of her sword as she ran out with the wind, and saw a special thrust. Trophim I've been waiting for. I let go of the shooting down from the upper section in a ripped mood.

But that's an invitation.

Artemisia jumped her sword up rapidly, even as she felt the pain of being cut a thousand times with no muscle fibers left in her arms. Naturally, the force applied from top to bottom is much stronger.

Trophim makes sure he is invited to Artemisia's movements and is quiet and does his best to shoot him down as he is. Here, a magical motion was performed. The power of Trophim naturally, no way, the Red Chicken was instantly pushed to the bottom.

Are you convinced you won? Pleasure came to the man's face. Normally, the slaughter of the man who had won the push might have killed Artemisia by poking at the gap as it was.

But perhaps, Artemisia, without resisting its power, let him do his right arm and deform it to the symbol ">". He moved backwards to carry his torso and flushed the slaughter behind his back.

This was a miracle done by a forged sword move and her tough snap. Trophim blade. As it slips, it flows through the Artemisian body in charge.

Bea's eyes glistened like stars in her eyes. She shot the pattern like a rocket bullet into the defenseless face of a man approaching the front.

The nasal column makes a dull noise and is broken, and the heavy metal pattern buries into the face of the trophim.

A red flower flashed in front of me.

Artemisia simultaneously fed the knee kick, blowing the man's body to a rock-skinned wall far away, sharply raising the roar of victory.

I won. Soon after I immersed myself in the aftermath of the victory, I heard a strange noise behind me. Artemisia looked up to see the magnificent doors that had so far been open to music making noises and tightening. I get separated from everyone else as it is. I rush to the door and try to open it, but I'm not even picky. Because of the rush, my chest beats faster and faster.

"It's no use..."

"What do you mean,"

Though the trophim that was lying on his back darkened, he snapped with a fine voice.

"Here we go. The festival...... Either way, unless the Guardian Beast dies or you die, the door will no longer open…"

That's all Trophim said, now he pushed completely silent.

It was an amazing word that shook my last strength.

"Crando."

Artemisia, once against the giant wall now, began a healthy struggle against a door like a bamboo, trying to get a little closer to the man.

As the collector cut the lead and ran into the door, the reef disappeared after a while, and the cave was filled with pale light in time. If you look up at the ceiling, there's a blue-white cockerel on one side that's stuck without gaps. It was under the light source. At the same time, it was time for the women to scream tall. All over the hall, I saw a pile of white mountains that seemed like human bones piling up high. A hiatus cold slips off at the bottom of my belly. This will probably be the remains of the adventurers who have so far been defeated in challenge of the Guardian Beast. Meliandale has stuck to her shoulder hard enough to see if her fright has reached its pinnacle. Reflectively, he laid his hands on the long sword of his hips. He was struck hard by the unscrupulous demons, and together, it was time to silence him. Cold sweats like rice grains continued to gush at the hairline of my forehead. Wipe gooey with the back of your hand. Unexpectedly, not backwards. Yeah, and a heavy bass sounded in my stomach. The collector glanced at Louloulou and asked him to find out who the sound was.

"The entrance door is closed. With manpower, it's very unlikely to open."

"What, we're trapped?

"Oh, shit."

There is a voice of anxiety in my mouth.

"Either way, we'll have to move on. If you think calmly, there are adventurers who have survived from here. If so, it is reasonable to assume that there is an escape route out of the boss room, perhaps even if it is blocked here. Don't be scared. Now, follow me."

Consciously speaking low and slowly telling them, the women's agitation happened to subside.

The collector perceived that the women instinctively sought asylum that should dispel their anxiety, giving them the words they probably would want. It is an intuitive art of human mindfulness. I inspired courage to go further. A row that restored its vitality, the first thing I heard was a heavy roar that loosened the entire cave.

The collector promptly instructed everyone to hide in the shadow of the rock, and it was only time to stick out his face and see the sight.

Hell of a painting. I ran out of that word. In the middle of the hall, well over ten meters of giants had slaughtered a flavor of Vasco in our face.

"What the hell, are you...!

Victoire crush. Immediately, there was no response.

It is right to describe the giant as an oversized drum can.

It had a hemispheric head at the top of the tip, and from left to right, it had a rubber tube-like arm.

The cylindrical body glows bluntly and the head is protected by a transparent case to cover the stripped electronic components. The legs do not exist. A careful observation showed a flat bottom floating slightly above the ground.

I see, there is no need for unstable two-legged etc. on pure combat machines. The moving fortress was probably designed based on the concept of destroying intruders while floating back, forth, left, and right.

I don't know who built it, but I've skipped all the decorations. A simple weapon doesn't see a gap in it. On his right arm, a giant Vulcan cannon is mounted, roaring like a thunderous god. The fiercely launched bullet was easily shooting out the escaping adventurers like pieces of paper and dancing to the universe.

The rocket is making a fine noise, scraping the rock bed off one end and causing earthen smoke on one side per. It was as if realism lacked that the men who ate the bullet in their torso scattered pieces of flesh and blew it up to the wall without even raising their voice.

Even more vicious is the oversized chainsaw provided on the giant's left arm. The giant squeezed the cutting blade toward the approaching man through the bullet storm, turning it straight from head to inseam so as to chop a thin wooden chop.

"That's the metal golem that was signed in the ancient documents. It's a ten-story guardian beast."

Rudge stood up as if he had made up his mind when he told him that with his trembling lips. Was it a casual decision of the collector to see that they were limping up?

On the contrary, the avant-garde legions, including Dorothea, rather, as if they had been stirred up in their fighting spirit, when they decided to do so, they jumped into the space of the square.

The dust is raised and the indiscriminate sound looms. Like a watermelon with a smashed head of Vasco slapping him in the mouth earlier, he scattered red brown brains, but he didn't see any fright in anyone's face.

The bullet attacked them with an unmatched precision shooting. but before the lead balls turned everything into meat chunks, Hilda's chanted sacred magic "Saint's Protection (Holy Shield)" made sure to play Azuki beans and bounced back. Even if I only took this one thing, I said that her powers were extraordinary. Blue and white light waves are staining out of Hilda's entire body, blocking rain and falling bullets.

When Metal Golem admitted that it had no effect on the shooting, he lightly abandoned the Vulcan cannon on his right arm and converted it into a hammer that came out of the right side of it.

It is the size of a joke that seems to lightly pepper every human being. The metal golem fills the space with intense pressure as it crushes the remains of a flavor of Vasco rolling all over it with merimerimeri at the bottom.

Together, it took the form of an attack, a natural, jizzy fall.

"Intruder addition hacken. Intruder addition hacken. Alert level MAX. Defense system 157. Colleyoli, full interception posture. (d) Transition simus. attendant (c) inductee no instruction (d) obey i direct chini evacuation sitekdasai '

"What is this word..."

Everyone, including Dorothea, twisted their necks to the utterance of the guardian beast metal golem.

(What do you mean? This guy isn't totally a day (...) book (...) word (...)!!

Only one, as frozen, the collector stiffened his brain on the spot. When summoned to another world as a brave man, he is contracting with the princess Octavia von Romles to automatically convert the Romles language, which is common in this world. Even without consciousness, all the spoken words spoke local languages, but the fact that the letters were unreadable was proof of that.

Now, however, the words spoken by the giants on this occasion were Japanese, as if they had once been spoken for granted.

"Hey, Nelly. You don't know what this guy did right now!

"What are you angry about? Probably the ancient language of the times when this golem was once made...... Rudge might know."

"No, I've never heard of it either. If we collect and analyze the data, we might be able to grasp some threads."

"Hey, Klando."

Victoire let his green eyes glow cold as he pushed the two together.

"Oh, I know. I don't know why, but I'm not a monster in this world. But there's only one thing I need to do right now. Can you count on it?"

"Oh. A sword for that."

Sizka, who was watching the interaction between the two, tongued, however, and jumped at the metal golem. The giant waved his hammer as he let the guillotine and the shoulder part tumble.

"It's late. You can't even kill a fly with that. Rogue flow, the secret knife. Steel broken!

Sizka's song knife swung diagonally through at a windy speed.

And, sounding hard, the head of a giant hammer of metal golem sliced like cheese.

But I can't kill the rest of the force. Did you slightly divert your aim because of your impatience? The hammer blow was so powerful.

Sizka's body is thrown into space with Pooh. The collector was running backwards and reflexively through his whole body of hair. Nothing else is in sight anymore. Dived momentum for a natural falling landing spot. From the crossing of the indefensible running collector, the giant chainsaw approaches chopping.

"Huh! - Flamebomb (Napalm Bomb)!!"

"Ahhh! What are you doing, too? Whoa. Wind Slash Magic (Aerocutter)!!"

Dorothea's fire attribute sorcery and Karen's wind attribute sorcery are unleashed to cover, but the giant fireball and wind blade reflected indiscriminately when it hit the giant's earthly belly, reversing against the ceiling and side walls.

Apparently, the cylindrical body had some sort of magical barrier and properties to play the effect of the surgery. The roar rises and the cutting blade is swung down.

"What are you doing to your husband!!

It was Pordina's blow that saved the Founder's crisis. She succeeded in pushing the metal golem body slightly to the rear left as she waved a steel machete into a chainsaw full of force.

Continuously, after completing Possession, Liza unleashed rock shells (arc cannons) with the help of the Earth Spirit. A rocky bullet, as many as a light car, hits the earthen belly of a giant. Did the pure force push work, the moving fortress, gushing behind, lean slightly backwards. No one was foolish enough to miss it.

Rudge chanted to Hannah as she opened her magic book and ran through false and diseased shoes (Altana Rapid) that accelerated her body.

Hannah roared so fiercely that she didn't know where she was coming from in that little body as she flew up her dressing skirt, letting the head of the metal golem eat a flying kick. A deafening roar echoed through the cave. The kick of the special, which accommodated the struggle, finally succeeded in pushing down a giant weighing more than dozens of tons. The central part of the giant cylinder is beckoningly concave by the time it is stunning.

Hannah hung up the dragonfly and landed on an unstable scaffold with one foot, but poked her buttocks really hard. In a hurry, Victoire and Hilda rushed over.

"Bullshit!

"There it is. I'm sorry, legs, I did it."

"I will heal you now."

"Master Hilda. Hannah is fine. Before you do that, I want you to take Sizka."

"Ugh, okay!

The collector was holding Sizka, who managed to take it, while listening to the rear exchange. He seems conscious, but he doesn't respond to the call. The open eyes were wandering in a direction that had not lost focus. The customer's mouth is full of water and blood bubbles. A gentle hand on the flank showed that some of the organs were significantly damaged. The cheeks are blue and white like wax dolls. When Hilda, who ran over, chanted the light of recovery (healing light), the light of a pale miracle began to envelop Shizka's entire body.

"Sizka, please"

"Leave it to me!

The collector left Sizka, who fell into non-combat, to Hilda, to put the beauty of the metal golem in his sight, which was once again waking up his upper body. It looks like some of the weapons just scumbered. On the other side of the horizon, Dorothea and Pordina are diligently attacking near the bottom of the giant, but the effect seems to be one against the unusually durable torso. Attacking the dark clouds is difficult to defeat. Was it a few seconds of something that didn't move like a statue? A metallic mechanical sound is emitted from the head of the metal golem. Eventually, one idea emerged in the back of the possessor's brain with a snail.