Dungeon+Harem+Master

Artemisia was running into Hotel Royal Blossom, cutting the lead of the White Cross Knights, as the collectors were converting the battlefield to the church. The southern entrance is the place where the generals who initially jumped in with a thin, spiral laugh were slaughtered without bitterness.

(Wait, Klando. Even if this body decays, I will surely destroy the enemy soldiers and help you. Must be)

The dressed Artemisia, who hasn't had time to discuss it often since the other day, and has been separated from her husband, was, as she once was, significantly impaired in her physical and mental health after the Battle of the Evil Dragon King. The eyes stare faintly, and little is heard of Antoine, the Knight Commander.

Naturally, during the assault, one protruded form, and the Alliance for the Liberation soldiers, who saw this as affordable, all arrived on Artemisian horseback riding.

"Eh, get out of the way!

Never waved the spear of the Virgin like a whirlwind. Her tips slapped, caught, and double-crossed the flock of enemy soldiers, as though they were overprivileged.

The item blew up like a piece of paper, and the blood smoke danced like a storm. It is the men of the PLA who watched and bravely spearheaded this, both armies, who are the skins on the good side.

"That's the Dragon Killer Virgin."

"That's Artemisia asking the world. What is a goddess of war?"

"- Don't let them discuss Artemisia. He can't beat me!

"What are you talking about? Our fellow Slave Liberation Alliance compatriots. Now is the time to give up your life. Don't be late for me."

The commanders, who returned to me, happened to be armies to each other, and began to transform the quiet space where the celebrities used to engage in decorative collusion, just like a bucket of meat and mud.

Among other things, it was still Artemisia that stood out. She killed the enemy soldiers endlessly, using a giant fat horse of the Slapenil species that she named the Black Dragon.

Cutting the tips of glittering swords and spears in one piece, he horseshoed the nearby infantry, letting his anger soften and crushed the ants crawling from one end to the other.

"Hey, look at it as Artemisia the Virgin. Non became the warrior of the Alliance for the Liberation of Slaves and the general of this South Gate, Desmond Story. Come on, beat the curse!

Artemisia silently drove her horse as she lowered her helmet's sight deeply.

The Admiral, named Desmond, glowed his bright red armor and raised his voice slightly higher with a huge big axe poked up into heaven, throating.

The glitter, and the tip shined, and ran like a flash of light.

At the next moment, on the tip of the Virgin's spear, stretched straight by Artemisia, was riding like the enemy general's neck had been fixed and placed.

"Look. The enemy general was defeated by Artemisia of our army! Winning. Push it all in."

"Lan Wu."

The knights drove the samurai on foot to take away one after the other the backwoods of the enemy factions that had been assembled in the hall.

The army of the Lords, who took back the arsenal, was full of food and equipment, full of intentions.

In this way, the Liberation Alliance soldiers seemed lacking in stickiness. When Artemisia turned her horse's head all the way here, she defeated her head with beautiful armor.

The commander diminishes as he looks at it, like a light snow lit by sunlight. At the same time, it accelerated the chaos in the chain of command.

It was the presence of an unexpected monster that the warplane conversion took place.

In the first war, where was the armored sasori called by the summoner Giampiero lurking upstairs? When he suddenly appeared, he began to attack humans in turn from the edge, without distinction between enemy allies.

I feel sorry for this monster, too. The Lord, the disappearance of Giampiero, had freed him from the fire of his contract, and he was temporarily in a state of confusion. Using a giant scissors and tail poison needle, he turns the soldiers into meat chunks, like carving a paper doll.

The battlefield plunged into further chaos. Both armies must no longer strive to fight with unintentional and uninvited guests first and foremost rather than slapping each other on the spear.

"Goddamn!

Artemisia fought bravely, even here. He masterfully manipulated the long spear and tightly met with the poison needle of the armor sasori. The hard noise echoed multiple times, and the venom that was bounced wet the bodies of the fleeing soldiers, causing them to scream.

The Black Dragon she rides also fought well in response. Every time I wave a spear, the clutter disappears from the back of my brain. Scissors and tips were intertwined to compare pure force.

His vision loosens with the enthusiasm of a narrow shelter. A dripping sweat transmits Artemisia's forehead into her right eye.

(Shit. Why, like this, when!

My torso collapsed slightly. Don't miss that little gap, the armored scissors are on the right flank, slamming the giant scissors. It's an extraordinary shock, though you're wearing armor. Artemisia collapsed and hit her hips once in a while, hearing the sound of her ribs breaking into a few pieces together.

The Black Dragon becomes a stir.

The poison needle, ignoring horses and others, has suffered a strong tail blow that has accommodated the intent to kill.

She was as if she hadn't taken a pull in strength, but the weather was a faint difference and flowed to the enemy.

(Sorry, Klando. I couldn't help you......)

At least as a knight, he devoured his teeth with force on his five fingers in an effort to keep his eyes open until the end of the day.

During the blink, there was supposed to be hopeless consequences.

"- Muddy (Black Bog)!"

A pleasant, familiar voice chanted soil attribute sorcery in high spirits. As the marble, which was the scaffold of the armored sasori, changed into a swamp of blackish mud, he sank a piece of his body into a zubble.

The poison needle, which was supposed to shoot through the torso, slipped slightly and plunged into the floor at his feet.

"Stand up, Artemisia!

"Liza -!"

Turning his gaze in the direction of his voice, he saw a dark elf, royally shouting in the middle of the stairs leading to the upper floor.

Liza unleashed the magic of rock shells (arc cannons) as she ran down the stairs as she twirled and danced, kicking the Liberation Alliance soldiers.

By the staircase formed of marble, in response to the effect of the spell, it flourished as it glanced, creating a giant stone bullet.

The stone bullet was at a tremendous rate, and as it flew straight as it involved the soldiers, it hit the torso of the armor sasori directly, splashing the green fluid.

Too much, and the sound of rubbing iron together rings. Sasori is complaining of pain. There will only be a counterattack now. The battle I worked out over the years brought Artemisia back to life. She deliberately blocked the pain as she pulled through her lower back sword, the Red Chicken, and ran dashing.

This sword is a big deal made of red dragon urchins. As if Artemisia's temper had shifted, the Red Thousand Birds burned themselves bright red to increase their radiance.

"Ahhh!

With the temper of tearing, the long sword was waved down. Not even while the armor sasori retracted, the blow of the Red Chicken could be considered the biggest weapon, cutting off the poison needle on the tail thoroughly. The left and right scissors were cut and dropped at about the same time with a knife to be returned. When the cutting surface of the sawdust touched the air, it roared and burned out momentum, like an oil burning fire.

The monster tries to move into small pieces, but he's sinking his half into the mud, so that's irresistible too.

Artemisia gently, once on the back of the sasori, waved her sword down vertically toward her head and stabbed her vividly in the todome.

"It's really brilliant! Come on, you brothers. Clean up the remaining enemies!

All the children responded with a roar to the words of Antoine, the chief of the knighthood.

It is impossible to rebuild a collapsed soldier, now and now, East or West, any famous general.

Beginning with this was the Holocaust. The degree of wear and tear in the retreat is incomparably greater than when fighting face to face. In this way, Kai Song at the south entrance was given by the hands of the White Cross Knights.

"By the way, Liza. Why are you here? Did you come here to perceive and help me in my crisis?

"... yeah. You know."

Liza looked down shaking her busty chest, shaming and dyeing her cheeks to the vermilion.

"What?

"Lost"

Reality is always about salt.

The defensive system of the Allied Army for the Liberation of Slaves had been significantly biased. There are only three entrances to Hotel Royal Blossom. The north entrance was completely sealed off, with five hundred at the thinnest and most easily attacked south entrance, a narrow entrance, and four hundred soldiers at the east entrance that touched the entrance.

- Have you got reinforcements yet?

Balmunk's agony is thick. He waited, as originally planned, for the Arkland kingdom of the South to come to the rescue with 300,000 soldiers, with the feeling of a farmer waiting for mercy rain in dry weather.

"Can't the guerrillas pull back?"

"It's impossible. Above all, I can barely get in touch with the troops"

The military staff beside him at the inquiry responded with a vanishing voice, blurring. Within the Liberation Alliance, Balmunk had put in eight hundred soldiers as guerrillas because of the city's turmoil. There can't be some fool who comes to give up his life in a castle on the verge of falling, now that he's lost a lot of color.

It was also clear to the whole circle that those surrounding him, who until yesterday looked with venerable eyes at the general who would only speak of hopeful observations, were taking a step back, trying to distance themselves somewhere.

Balmunk is famous enough to say that there are no strangers in the Romles, born and raised.

Its rank was surprisingly high until it descended, and the Liberation Alliance warriors were among themselves attracted by its brilliant name, but there were no spiritual connections to serve from a period of time.

At last, the thinness of virtue is exposed. When Balmunk verbally cursed the slow reinforcements he had relied on, he made the war report uninterrupted, and the fact that they were being seen by Sir Warren and the Shylock, the quality, was no longer a concern, either, as a result of transmitting the small size of his vessels inside or outside.

"What's going on with the protection!

The south entrance allies are in jeopardy.

"What are you doing! Send a backpack of soldiers. You don't even have that much talent!

Balmunk struck hard with a stick in his hand that cursed the message that had been dyed with blood and returned armor.

The atmosphere of the soldiers packing in the hall is turning into something more and more painful.

Only Balmunk, the Admiral, did not notice the atmosphere around him by the odd, and only a voice that angered his eyes and cursed all things in heaven and earth echoed in an empty way.

First of all, what he was doing was the most important thing he should not do as a commander: gradually putting in his power.

If we are to consolidate our defenses, the degree of wear and tear of the soldiers should be minimized if we allocate all of the soldiers that have been stripped around us and intercept them advantageously.

but Balmunk feared that he would roll out soldiers from around him, driven by suspicion so close to the crisis.

He had a lot of experience in the field, but he had no experience encountering a situation where he was unilaterally attacked by an oligarchy.

"No matter how long you wait for reinforcements, you won't show up."

"Oh, my God."

Even Earthpane, who stood as secluded as a shadow, seemed to enjoy it.

"You. What the hell is the basis for such a lie?"

"It's not a lie. In the first place, it was your biggest mistake that the promised item was taken back."

"Promised? I haven't heard anything about such a deal."

"This is it. His Excellency Balmunk is still a cloud man, unlike us. I really don't believe that the greedy subordinates marched in solidarity with the liberation alliance and their righteousness."

"Stupid. The kingdom of Arkland is the ideal home of the subpeople. After years of slavery, they flipped the flag against the human race and finally won their freedom, resonating with our precious ideals."

"For many years, if you are willing to obey, after liberation, you will want to avenge the Lord with his recoil. Sure, the king of that kingdom is wise, but the subject of that kingdom is only, in fact, the earthlings are gathered together to take on a powerful chief. We decide everything in a way that we can't call politics that determines everything in a resolution between tribes with power. Do you think that barbarian would roll out a large number of soldiers on his own without anything in return? What they want is no labor, no preference. Once, a supreme being who thoroughly stepped on ourselves. It's a human being in this country. That is, a slave of the human race."

"Then, silly. That's..."

"Most of the slaves you freed were human intercourse slaves, a luxury hobby. I planned to dedicate them as a contribution to them, who had deposed them to a certain part of the city and retraced the Oboro River. No, he said he ran around his kids' men and finally got about two thousand grainy females. If they take back the castle gate, it's no longer easy to bring up all that."

"You, my brothers! Oh, my God, what a heart!

Balmunk pulled out his long sword with a blue-white face, slashing him mercilessly toward Earth Payne.

but Ground Pane grabbed the impending blade with only a pinch at his fingertips in a calm manner, clumsily winking, with the ease of snapping thin ice, broken into two pieces to show.

"Oh, oh..."

With a stunningly stained face, take two or three steps back. Balmunk took his sword and removed it, holding his chest down and blushing hard.

"Humans don't move for free. Neither are the merchants there, nor the castle soldiers trying to save the nobility, risking their lives in a pure way. Because I know that if I do not, I will bring in further disaster. This kind of thing, usually in growing up, should be remembered with some stumbling blocks. Lord Balmunk, you seem a little too successful."

"Coming. Reinforcements, be sure, come"

"I'm not coming. From my handouts, I am confirming that the fleet is moving away from Zendrick Bay. It's all over."

"Oh, no -"

"Overlapping. The decision ended in failure."

Ground pane mouth. Like the three moons, thin, caught.

"A decree, a decree -! Master Balmunk. I was there, the south entrance fell. At the same time, from the front entrance, the Knights of the Phoenix began their assault. It's not going to be long either."

"Ah, oh. Why, why..."

Balmunk sat down on the spot scratching a lion-like jaw with his thick fingertips.

The colour of my face is as white as a dead man. A sense of loss that makes your senses disappear to your fingertips.

This was the first two letters he felt, defeat.

"What's wrong? Your Excellency. Your pretty men await instructions. Come on, stand up. And you fight ambitiously to the end. That would be the mission entrusted to the heavenly one."

"It's Earth Payne. Why can't Kisama afford it? You're done, aren't you?

"I have trouble getting you to make jokes. There's no way I could have lost my precious life with this kind of entertainment. How stupid is a man like you?"

Groundpane was tired of waving, turning back on his heels and showing signs of walking away from the spot.

"Wait, we're not done talking -!"

As soon as Balmunk tried to stop Ground Pane, a red and black object was thrown into the center of the hall.

What, I don't have time to think, that bright red mushroom, suddenly, when it swelled several times, tried to explode a giant casa, spreading the red fog all over the hall.

"What. What's this?"

"Yaba -"

"Hey, you guys, what are you doing? - Phew."

"Don't smoke! Poison!"

The red and black mushroom was Sleep Matango summoned by the summoner, Giampiero.

The Liberation Alliance men, scattered throughout the hall, suddenly unable to cope with one thing or another with the fog of spores emitted by the mushrooms thrown in, fall into deep sleep one after the other.

Balmunk's eyes saw several shadows rushing in like a disease through the door of the entrance to a few people who quickly covered their mouths with cuffs, knocking them down in the sight of slaughter in such a delicate motion as yours.

"Too much slapping! There will be limits to things!

"My lady. - On purpose."

"What are you doing! Hannah's asshole!

"Just get out of the way."

"Damn. Why are you kicking me? That's a fight. I knew you came all the way here to fight and sell!

As the red smoke rises, four young women quickly rush over to the hostages, one after the other opening up from bondage. The warriors of the alliance, no, there are less than ten who can move.

- Already, so far, have they come?

"Hey, Gina! We're getting out of here! Protect me!

When Balmunk lowered himself to avoid smoking, he called around Gina, a female warrior who was also a child and a beloved concubine.

If the fog clears completely, this self will be handled by every dog in the system. Nearly impossible, but we have to manage to escape from this hotel and schedule a relapse. I think that's the heavenly destiny I've given myself to be chosen. Come to think of it, the heroes who have made their name in history cut through so much that they are bound to pinch like this.

Balmunk thinks. This self is a man who becomes a hero to the world and a father to the liberation of slaves. That great man, in such a place, stumbling, just one mistake, couldn't have ended it all.

Moving on through the mist as I did, in a slightly smoked place, I found Gina's figure and finally appeased. Slowly reaching out, she quickly ran and jumped into her chest.

At the same time, a cold sensation ran around my chest. Currents rush all over your body. Stabbed? Balmunk pounded his knees on the spot as he spat out the blood bubbles coming up his throat.

I don't know what that means. Why would she do that?

"Why? Even last night, I was so adorable, I did..."

Balmunk thought of Gina's round, white ass, whom he blamed, finding free, all gloomy. What does this do when she says she held her little girlfriend in her chest and tasted the ultimate in pleasure?

"Glory be to Godrum"

When Gina snapped so, she quickly slapped the long sword in her hand on her forehead. Brain weather is instantly torn and Balmunk's thoughts are engulfed in blinding white light.

With Earth Pane's chilled out grin on his mind, Balmunk remained convinced of his expression, not being nursed by anyone, and ending his miserable raw.

"Quick. This way, Sarah!

"Wait, wait. Young Master."

Merclio, the warrior of the revolution, had drawn the hand of Sarah the slave and had fled the hotel. He managed to shake off the pursuit of the chasing Knights of Phoenix while, at times, waving a sword he wasn't so good at breaking the enclosure one after the other.

"Hey, wait. You!"

"You're an Alliance for Liberation and a terrorist! Mind your own business!

"Ugh, shut up. You guys, I don't care what happens to her! Make way, make way."

Merclio let the approaching knights clear the path of the aisle as he ran blood through both eyes, poking a blade at Sarah's neck muscles that would or should be protected.

"Ugh. How despicable."

"I didn't expect to take your lady to Kata. You inferior bastard."

If this happens, the men of the Knights of Phoenix, who value chivalry, will no longer be able to make it. Running away with the poor girl's life for a shield. The Merclio way was truly imminent, no matter how anyone saw it.

"Damn. Damn. Balmunk bastard. It's just his mouth. After all those great things, they did it lightly......!

After the fog cleared, Merclio was the first to discover Balmunk, which was getting cold, and fled without hesitation.

Along the way, I found Sarah and brought her with me.

Whatever it is, from now on, there will be a life of disabling. If I had a woman, I would never have done it.

For a while, life will continue to lurk. If you rip off her collar, it's this amount. Every tavern should hire me. For the time being, you won't have any trouble if you just eat.

Besides, when you're in real trouble, it doesn't have to be a last resort.

"Whoa, get out of the way! Fuck off. I'm not dying here!

Merclio is moving a little bit through the aisle with his anger scattered.

No longer, winning or losing is clear to everyone's eyes. Of a foolish young man, think of it as an evil reward. Even pity had begun to float in the eyes of the knights, who saw the knights wandering with the blunt weight of a crawling beard.

"Young master. It's not something you can get away with anymore. Clean, surrender."

"What. What are you talking about? You're all right. I don't know what I think will happen if I get caught! Sarah! Since when have you become such a geezy bitch that you're all about yourself!

"No, I just..."

Sarah, give me back my Sarah.

As he yelled and scattered almost eight striking moods, he broke the knights of the enclosure and an old man appeared.

It was, there he was, Yoran the slave trader, finally freed from the hostages.

"Sir!

There was an obvious joy in Sarah's voice. It's a bright voice I've never heard before, including when Merclio was holding it. A gutsy and jealous lava boils down in his belly and blows it up.

A giant infant, similar to Todo, jumps directly from the front with a great progression, even though he is exhausted. Can't you see this blade? You lunatic! Merclio closed his eyes and waved his sword, driven by fear.

"No, sir."

Sarah's screaming is comforting. Seeing, Yoran, deeply broken shoulder, had fallen unnecessarily on his back, groaning.

I think so. I added heaven to the filthy man who was devouring Sarah's meat while he wanted it. A wave of pleasure similar to zombies and ejaculation penetrates the brain weather suddenly.

Merclio was regaining his confidence as a male, even though he was in this state. The groin, which was numb and shrunk without a shadow to see, was beginning to regain strength and even harden.

I'm sure it doesn't matter what happens next. An unfounded sense of omnipotence covered his entire body, and just about here, another fierce self appeared.

He kicked Yoran's back when he was overthrown with all his anger.

I'm the one who won.

I'm the one who won.

I'm the winner.

Ugh, shouting from behind.

The feeling of cold ice piercing the core of your body. Twist your neck and look behind you.

"Oh, why?

"- I'm a slave no matter how far I go anyway. Still, even slaves have the right to choose their masters."

There was the figure of Sarah, who dedicated a short knife stained with Zhu with both hands.

Merclio fell forward on the spot as he shifted his perspective to the flowing blood tide.

"Sir, sir!

What the hell is this joke? Null, massive amounts of blood soak up as you look at your clothes. I try to get up and raise my face, but my powers don't feel like I can get in. It looks like all the threads that are manipulating your body have been cut a thousand times.

The cold back wound turned hot to burn this time. Are you going to die? Merclio came here to know that he was facing death and wolfed violently.

I don't want to die. I don't like to die. Why, here.

Help me. Help me, Sarah. Why do you care about a man like that when I'm in so much pain? Loneliness was greater than anger. The back of my nose gets hot as a tung. I plucked the hot stuff flowing on my cheeks with my fingertips, and found myself crying, making me feel more shy.

Wind. Heavy winds are ringing. If anything, it was the exhalation out of my throat.

It twitches and paralyzes the back of my head, rapidly narrowing my vision.

It becomes difficult to see anything like a white veil on the inside of the retina.

I stretched my fingertips and touched something. Reflectively drawn to hand.

It was a knifeguard, a family heirloom that one day handed to Sarah.

I should have let her have this and ordered her to open up her destiny.

That day, the cold of the night, the dark smell of the trees, the touch of the soil, the intensity of the rain that falls.

The past runs through my head like a whirlwind and flows away in an instant.

- She fulfilled her destiny. What can I say?

In his melting consciousness, Merclio quietly took his breath away, remembering Sarah's smile.

"Looks like you've decided to win or lose."

Outside the hotel.

Marco whispered toward Rudge, who was sitting shallow in his chair in the tent.

"Really?"

When Rudge removed his glasses, he pulled the force out of his shoulder and leaked a long exhale. That resembled a terribly sensual sound, like a whimper that leaks after the fact.

"Lord Rudge. How did he come up with the idea of freeing the slaves?"

"Come on. Didn't you want to be who you were before? Don't you sometimes feel that way, Bishop?"

"No, haha. Awkward monks, this is because they like who they are right now"

"If that's all there is to it, the world will always be at peace."

"Is that ironic?

"Such, terrible things. However, if you don't mind if I make a personal observation,"

"I would love to hear Lord Rudge's opinion."

"So... Balmunk continued to win in all respects, perhaps in memory, from childhood until today. And finally, I've even come up with the fact that there's no such thing as a slave liberation revolution. Don't know how to lose. The more often you fall, the more you get hurt when you grow up. No, you can lose your life.

- There's only one best strategy to keep winning. Sometimes, it's about failing. If you don't fail as well, you don't understand the intrusion. In his head, which accounted for almost everything in his life with the pleasure of victory, I guess he couldn't tolerate a mistake on the tactical side. Even with his own field experience, none of his knowledge of siege warfare was close.

There were as many drags as there were. At the time when all the castle gates fell, he should have thrown everything and run away. Use Sir Warren as a negotiating material. Even though a true famous general strives to do less harm when he loses, he couldn't understand it. And that brought the fruit of collapse to fruition. "