Dungeon+Harem+Master

The collector quickly pulled the holy sword "Black Lion” out of his sheath, staring at all sides of the lake.

It's a one-blade straight knife, buddy.

I was wet by the light fire of the lantern I put on my hips, shaking slightly in a demonic hue.

The opposing General Squid giant twitches his thick, intimidating arms as he relaxes his triangular fins.

The thickness of the meat is immense.

Width, length, and diversity are all kettle differences.

Turning his gaze forward with Chira, Meriandale crawled up from all over the lake and stood quickly on a light stone. She moves toward the opposite shore with agile movements from earlier and unimaginable cursory movements.

Merry can do it, kid. The collector looked jiggly through the lake where Lacey disappeared, squeezing the sword pattern hard. It's out of the question to dive into the water without scaffolding and fight the chemical squid.

Firstly, the first thing that must be done is to secure Hilda. It was thrown in the water after being wrapped around that giant arm.

I don't think it's intact.

It irritated me to think of it, and my belly burned cool and hot.

Truth be told, the collector is not so good at swimming. Usually, I almost jump in without thinking about it, but there was just one thing in my chest that looked like a win.

That's where Lacey came from on her way to the rescue. Her mother was a super special noble species (hyper-rare) monster called the Water Spirit (Seylane), not a human being.

The Water Spirit (Seylane), as its name suggests, is a water-specific organism capable of water-solubilizing the body. If you are Lacey, whose blood runs in half of your body, you will probably be the most suitable person in this to act underwater.

Believe me, wait. It's really easy to put it in words, but there is no task that requires more guts for a collector who is an actionist.

Stopping at the thought of biting the stone.

Honestly, it was anxious and painful.

"What are you doing! We need to help Hilda quickly - heh!!

Victoire's voice sounded like he was cornered from the opposite shore.

"No, no, no, no, no."

Would that have sounded like an unfounded line? Loulou's fright has grown and he has persisted with increasing strength.

- Fulfilled and the results were immediate.

Turn your gaze to a far-sighted view. One shadow, moving as it slides through the surface of the water.

"Pfft."

We all turned our eyes round when we saw Lacey leap out onto the shore where the Rudges were.

"Lacey, its body......!

"Huh. What? Look, Chan and Hilda have been helping. What, yeah!?

It was the first time Artemisia had pointed me out that Lacey made a barbaric voice.

The way she was jumping in with her clothes on. Or it was left unknowingly born, and on top of that, the beautiful aqua blue was shimmering, half-jelly changing.

"Wow, wow! What's this, what's this!? Bit sick? Am I getting sick? Hey, eh. What's up? What to do!"

"You won't be surprised, Lacey. As I've heard before from Klund, your alma mater would have been the Water Spirit (Seylane). If so, it is not impossible for you to consciously water dissolve your own body. I don't care about that right now."

Rudge went.

"Oh. First, you know, squid, right!

Artemisia was pushing Hilda's belly in the palm of her hand, resting still on her back.

Pew pew from Hilda's mouth peeling her white eyes and water from the lake that she swallowed all over her stomach is ejecting like a fountain. It wasn't long before Artemisia cast a sacred sorcery of corn and healing, reddening her white Hilda cheeks.

Nevertheless, we have to cross the light stone to reach the other shore.

It's a situation where you can't even ensure your own safety on the unstable stones of the scaffolding.

He was not such a nasty enemy that he overlooked it in peace.

General Squid has attacked the longest tentacles with two, treating them like spears.

Keep flirting and attacking while pulling Loulou's hand.

As the collector jumped, the scaffolding stone was poked by the touch arm and dispersed.

A giant sucker sucks on the sleigh and the light stone and winds it up into the void to release the cardboard box.

I kept flying with no flanks. Death awaits if you stay on the spot at all.

Keep dancing like a dying butterfly on the board.

"Then it's eight flights of the menstrual period!

Some weighting is a bearable light stone.

but whenever the weight of the two grows well, it sinks deep.

Fly, sink, destroy.

Fly, fall, crush.

I bit my teeth at an attack that takes place unilaterally without time to breathe.

General Squid Touch Bowl.

The tip becomes sharp as a munch and is tapped.

They destroyed the boulders one after the other. It is a long, long arm.

Eventually the nightmarish one-sided game also came to an end.

"Ever! Arrive at this!!

Worked hard and succeeded in avoiding all attacks.

Nobody wants to be the algae chips of the lake, etc.

I manage to rendezvous successfully with my people and take a breather.

Well, it's the general squid in question.

The road ahead stretches straight with hills deposited with small gravel on one side to the left.

If you rush through with caution, General on the underwater side. Running out of squid is not obnoxious.

If you proceed straight as shown on the map, you can reach the point that leads downstairs without straying.

However, you will continue to flee frightened by the tentacles of the General Squid, who is always on the right.

"Well, you've been licked so far, you don't have that hand."

Ahead of the Founder's gaze.

Everyone, including Victoire, had already kept their swords out, kept their distance and stared at the general squid that twisted their arms.

"Guys, let's do this."

Crushing low, the anger crushed the perimeter as if to strike it off.

Were swollen fights slapped directly from the front, and General Squid was concerned about that too?

The thing scratched the waves from all over the lake and responded to the landing battle directly from the front without the skinny work.

"That intent or okay. Yuku!!

Artemisia leaps into the arms of a monster who hits her spear as she mocks it. Almost at the same time, Victoire and Pordina continued to be challenged as they scattered.

General Squid's biggest weapon is the long arm that reaches its dozens of meters.

Among them, two of the ten arms, known as the tentacles, had sharp and pointed tips and, if pierced properly, combined a gently crushing propulsion force, such as a human torso.

Most importantly, this is not a uniform arm. As Artemisia advanced in a windy foothold with her heavy armor on, she immediately began a meeting with the general squid's tentacles.

A hard noise that does not seem to be the touch arm of the squid, a mollusk animal, meshes with the tip of the spear and begins to roar.

Another remaining tentacle bowl.

Begin a fierce rub with Victoire, who has unleashed the Ten Kings sword.

The remaining Pordina weighs ninety kilos. In other words, he began to delay a slash like a fire by swinging a steel dagger over fifty kilometers.

Already, one of the arms burned down by Rudge's fire attribute magic was a dead body.

No, all the while, Pordina waved a great sword and cut off one with baked eyes all the time.

A meat mass like a white pole roars up and bounces off. Fly away.

"One first"

Pordina walked away with her tail pinned vertically.

"Two!

I screamed as Artemisia threaded off my tentacle arm with the tip of a spear poked up.

"Mitsu!!

Victoire waved the Ten Kings sword horizontally and yelled as he cut off his arm and flew.

"Oh, come on!! You're such an ant!?

A collector cried as he was glued around his torso with his tentacles.

He poked a gap and snuck up on the General Squid, and he was captured properly.

No luck. I can't stand it anywhere. It is a big pinch.

"Your husband."

"Crando!"

"What are you doing! You asshole!!

Surprising voice of the Trinity. Founder, a fierce reflection with no words to return.

However, the body is in the universe.

Not an earlier Hilda, but just makes me want to tap this.

Mechi, mechi.

and I seem to hear bones all over me.

Arms. General. Squid arms. White daiki wraps around my body and tightens it up all at once.

lungs. Severe pain ran into my lungs. I can't breathe.

With each arm wrapped around it, he was unlikely to be able to take any evasive action.

The sword has let go for a long time.

The squid one. Three of them were dropped on the roots.

I can't breathe. Vision instantaneously, filled with red.

The collector covered his whole body with the tentacles of a white demon and was completely silent. The general squid wrapped his remaining arm around the casa.

That sense of oppression was in no way comparable to what Hilda had received. A single piece of meat is crushed by the procedure of squeezing the rag up.

The first move was still Pordina.

She was shaped like a demon, carrying one of the tentacles that was about to be cut a thousand times.

But, General, the squid's body still remained submerged throughout the lake, and the weight entangled in large quantities of water was not of the kind that could be managed with manpower.

Pordina gives an angry look as she carries a giant wood-like touch arm.

It radiated violently from all over his body, even when the intense fighting spirit was invisible.

"Ugh, lie. It's working..."

Meryandale went with a distracted face.

Indeed.

To the extent that you don't have to stare, General, I feel like the squid giant is lifting off the bottom of the lake at a slip.

Very, it did not lead to a decisive rescue, but there was the delusion of a woman beyond the knowledge of the people.

"Fake/Flaming Shots" Altana Flame Gatling "!!

Rudge's chant echoed as he poked through the gap. When she collapsed on the spot as she opened the book of witchcraft, she shook her last strength and opened up intermediate witchcraft.

A giant fireball burned to bright red continues to roll out with the momentum to burn out the oxygen in the cave. An orange sun wheel burned the human sight on the spot.

The streak of bullets released with tremendous momentum splashed around as they diffused the smell of burnt flesh as they destroyed the white tentacle jail, where the collector would be imprisoned.

Kuku and the collector freely falls from the arms of the burned and repetitive squid.

The man, turning into a black-borought-out, yet only his eyes shimmer, while his sword.

And I shouted.

A faithful servant who sensed intent.

When I grabbed the black lion that was rolling, I let it go into space with the breath of an abalone.

When the collector grabs the pattern of the sword with one hand, the wind, he yells briefly.

"Not at all, a rough crowd, my husband."

Rudge, who was falling into depression. Lifting his fingers only, he managed to unleash the wind levitation magic (Aerolevitation).

The body of the treasurer, which was in a windless state, is blown directly beside him by the wind of the magic that rolled up.

A black blade stood against the torso of the general squid as he danced to a rising splash.

"Tonight's menu is three grates of squid!!

The collector slashes down his torso vertically as he puts all his weight on the black lion he grabbed with both hands.

General Squid scattered black ink all over the place as he screamed.

Strong, barking, I just chopped it for about seven minutes and kicked my torso hard.

The collector pulls the long sword out of the general squid, bouncing into the darkness behind him and flying away.

Running away, Victoire leapt into the void.

General Distance from squid. There are ten meters.

Enemy shadow that hated slaughter.

With no shame, no hearsay, and amazing speed, he flees back to the underground lake, his habitat.

The white giant cannot be submerged all over the lake by kicking the waves.

"Something to get away with."

The shape of Victoire. Distorted like a ghost.

The hem of the maid's clothes makes a bumpy noise for me. Up.

It is the figure that is the made-up, but the contents are the knights of history.

Ten Kings sword thrust up in heaven.

I was swung down to the lake at a tremendous rate.

"Rubian Stream Swordsmanship, Deep Righteous. - Shuiming sword!!

Victoire's sword.

It is an ancient stream that is passed down in time.

Pi, and when he stood on the water, it attacked a giant squid fleeing as he broke off the lake.

Its speed, its impact, is the pinnacle of what is called the secret sword.

Like the legend of Moses cracking the Red Sea, the lake blew up the waves, becoming two.

The slaughter of the water-borne special killed the general squid's torso, trying to dive into the bottom of the lake, splendidly amputating the thing and letting it despair before it was completely skinless.

The collectors took off the last crisis by killing the General Squid. Everyone was at the extreme of fatigue. Still the expression is bright. I can't help it. Because you can see the bottom of the sixteen tiers, the goal that was originally planned. The emotions were just one thing that I've been struggling with.

"There it is..."

"What's up, Hilda"

"No, you know what? Something's hurting my back."

Hilda, who was walking well, is distressed with her hands on her hips.

She only needed minor scratches, even under pressure from the general squid's tentacles, because she was using protective witchcraft at critical moments.

"Hey. I'm sorry I can't. Look, come here. 'Cause I'm gonna hold you."

"No, no, no, that's not it. Look, I'm not a kid."

"That's a funny one. Sometimes you want to get on your back. Oh, I hope you don't hesitate at times like this."

"... because isn't it embarrassing"

Apparently Hilda was okay with joking and touching each other. But she wasn't used to relying on it when she was in serious bad shape. Shivering slightly away from his gaze. If I kept my mouth shut, my appearance as neat as a biscudor overlapped with sad measures and appeared to me to the point of pity.

"Well, at least I'll pull your hand. Here."

Hilda finally offered her hand when she nodded, dyeing her cheeks.

One woman staring at the sight with cold eyes.

It is Meriandale.

"Ah."

"What's up?

As the collector looked back, Meryandale looked down sadly as she sat down on the ground with Petan. I'm going to look up to you like I'm going to do something.

"Um, I think I twisted my leg too."

"... I can't help it"

The zodiac slowly walked out with Hilda in his right hand and Meryandale's hand in his left.

The oldest Victoire who was watching it. That being the case, when I suddenly pressed my right leg in with both arms, I raised my bare voice.

"Ahhh. I got it! Me, too, I got my leg! I got it. Oh, you're in trouble. What should I do? I can't walk at all. Come on, that's a lot!

……

The collectors moved forward silently putting Victoire down.

"Ahhh. Wait a minute! Why! Why do you ignore me when I am!!

Pordina's tail I was walking in front of. Slowly, when it drips, it is shaking slowly from left to right.

It was pretty frustrating evidence to be here.

"'Cause yours would be a blatant lie..."

The collector came.

"Ha ha!? Why? Of all these, I would have been the most active. I'm the one who defeated that bucket of leeches, too. Roll it out to the big moves. Babu. Uh-huh. Hey, hey!

Then they're not the ones most likely to get hurt or twisted or sick, even me! Hey! Hey!?

"That's not good anymore. I'll pull your arm. Hey."

As Rudge gently told him, Victoire stood up and pampered the dust on his skirt.

He complains wholeheartedly that his lips tied to a single letter are not convinced.

The collector decided not to see the operation because it was troublesome.

"Can you give me a break? Silly."

Right now, I thought Victoire said something cute, but I decided not to ask.

For I am sorry that I could rub any more with the bomb hanging on both arms.

"Dang, dang, yucky"

Hilda sings improvised lyrics with a bullshit saving. Did Hing come on board, where Hilda took a breather, and Lacey changed players. She sings, in a clear, high voice, folk songs that have long been passed down to the Romless with a unique saving.

Often, listening and loving, he proceeds by sounding the crisp little gravel at his feet.

- And suddenly the end came.

"The stairs..."

Everyone rushed out in unison, not after showing each other. Going down the spiral where the soil was cut out, he soon went out to a small dance floor showing the next hierarchy. The collector could not read it, but the last escape point, the wall on the rear of the transfer formation, was engraved with a letter representing "seventeen".

"Seventeen tiers. Finally, we arrived at the lowest level."

Though I used a secret diagram of Kamaki Road, it was quite high paced.

The collector shook his whole body at the uninterrupted heat gushing up to the bottom of his belly as he looked around at the women who were frightened by emotion.

Ahead, there are no maps, literal labyrinths. Unlike the official hierarchy, evacuation will require more supplies and money than ever before, from securing a safe place to put up a transfer formation. Again, blurt, came. The warriors tremble, trying to assume. Two, Mitsu, and a black wave of taos constantly push into my chest.

And Lacey looked into her face worried, stiff.

"Klund. Something frightens my face."

"I guess so."

I held my cheeks down with my hands, knowing that my cheeks were cramped hard.

Oh, this emotion. I'm sure it's what you need for your upcoming adventure.

Thus, the Clan "Dungeon Master" outpost marked the end.

The true battle of the adventurers has now begun.

"Ah! Artemisia, it's you!!

"The Guardian Beast Killer!?

"It was worth the effort until today, Mon. At least take a look at your face alone! I'm talking about merit."

"Who, the bastard who lied about being as big as a ghost!

"Oh, what a ghost! On the contrary, you're beppin 'like a goddess!

"What a white colour! You look elegant on your face and waist! That's right, lady from the nobility, you mean the knight."

"Pack it up, pack it up. Let Oyla worship the Virgin at first sight. Because it's the afterlife!!

"Wow! Hey, hey. You're in trouble. Will you let us through?"

When the collector offered Artemisia his sacrifice in front of the adventurers who pushed him like a dozen storms, he dispersed the sleaze and the passage of the office. of the XVII hierarchy, the marking was performed on the transfer formation.

All we have to do is redeem the materials obtained in the dungeon and so on to return to the Princess Mansion.

There's no need to rush. Naturally, Artemisia's opinion was to be silenced.

"I don't think I've seen the sun in a long time."

Rudge went.

"That's right. We're mostly moles."

Meriandale responds.

"Ha. Already, like I want to go home and take a bath. With sweat and all that, it's so drooling."

Lacey exhales deeply as she trims her sandy (sandy blonde) hair with her hands.

"Ah. Wait a minute! Now it's true. It's true. Hey, why are you ignoring me when it's true? Ah."

Victoire makes a mournful cry as he rolls in the crowd.

The mourning was also eventually dispelled by the anger emitted by the Artemisian fanatics.

Maid clothes buried in a crowd of people while being messed up.

Goodbye, Victoire. I'll never forget you.

Well, if I go back to the mansion, I don't like it. But I'll meet you face-to-face.

"Ah. Yes, Mr. Klund! I forgot, we already got Big Manny, didn't we? Hey let's do it!!

"Mmm. Oh, oh! You did! Hey, hey, hey, hey."

What Hilda is talking about is a Momoiro Hiuchi Button Dake that is worth 50,000 P (pounds) a bottle, obtained in eleven tiers. Even though he used some in the Battle against the Cave Turtles, the amount remaining was sufficient to bring tremendous wealth to the collectors.

"And. Besides, it's probably Nelly's day at work. Let's make a call."

Parents and children of Zorozolo and Cargamo Regards, the collectors proceeding in a row of columns. The figure, dust, dust, monster return blood, etc. emits a considerable odor, but it is not known to those in person whose nose is already paralyzed.

In the first place, it's not unusual for a guild to have a bunch of wild adventurers.

Rather, it can be described as a routine landscape.

"Maybe we smell pretty bad, huh?

Hilda is asking Rudge.

- But you can hear the whole thing, Mr. Hilda.

"Oh, it must be quite something"

"Specifically?

"The wild dog in that area would be emitting a more aristocratic fragrance. That's what I mean."

"Mm-hmm, mm-hmm."

Hilda, when she dropped her neck disappointingly, was furthest from the collector. Rudge, who has done field work and dived into the dungeon many times for a long time, is fine.

"Um, aren't you ashamed? As a woman."

"Even I get really angry sometimes. Besides, if you care about that, you can't do an adventurer. Instead, act like I'm going to rub your smell against your cland. Anyway, everyone else would feel comfortable being forced into the pavilion master's pavilion."

"Mm-hmm. Okay -. Mr. Klund, Ridge."

"I don't care, Hannah, don't put it on. Clothes will be shiny."

"Terrible. I'm not that slutty."

"What are you talking about, what are you talking about"

"Huh? Isn't it mainly sexual?"

"Your husband."

Repeating silly stories, Pordina, who had refrained next door, went on to whisper.

Looks like Nelly noticed this way at the reception counter.

She rushed over as she took her seat.

The distance shrinks while I look at it.

And Nelly has been diving into her chest with momentum.

"Klund!"

"Oops! hehe. What, were you rushing me? Please report back."

Nelly's blue eyes.

When the tears quickly burst, they flooded to the brink.

I don't know much about it. As the collector was opening his big mouth, Nellie shook her head like a child who didn't like it and buried her nose tip again. I stared at her dirty hands, lost for a moment, but stroked her to flash her little head. Well, cared for Nelly's hair. Smooth as silk, my fingers went through when I rinsed.

"Don't cry. Oh, come on. He said he missed me so much."

"You have trouble joking. This, right now, for running sassy, dust danced and just got into my old, delicate eyes. It's just a reflection of matter."

Nellie's blue eyes show her face distended.

The collector turned away reflexively, poisoned.

"Kay, that's a cute one."

"That's not true. But think about how I feel when I'm just waiting."

grumbling words.

Nellie's eyes, slightly tilted, had an awesome tone with a frizzy spine.

A strange force enters the arm I was holding.

Was it a little painful, the luxurious body twisted in the meat?

"Mmm. I didn't mean to bother you."

That said, Nellie gently let herself go from the collector and looked around at everyone.

"Artemisia, is in that hustle and bustle, right? What about Victoire?"

"Human-wave eaten me"

"But you're fine, aren't you?"

"Holy shit. I don't care if I cut it or poke it, I'm gonna die soon."

Look, I just look over at the women.

Everyone was tired, but the look was bright.

It has to be.

"But"

Nellie cuts the words and wipes her long eyelashes with something nice.

Unexpectedly, I felt the illusion that the hustle and bustle of the guild had disappeared and that only this place had become quiet.

"But guys, thanks for coming home safe and sound"

When Nelly put her hands together in front of her chest, she gently lowered her lips and that's what happened.