Dungeon+Harem+Master

When I got out of the car, the muffled heat of burning my cheeks struck me relentlessly. If you were traveling through the desert, nature and sweat would flow out, so you wouldn't normally feel so much urine, but inside the air-conditioned tank was enough to cool the lower belly of the builder. Stop Rommel One and rush out.

"Huh, safe. It was critical."

Arranging in an unsightly position from the tank, he took one of his pride out of his pants and began urinating.

The momentum was good and the accumulation was released.

When the collector was often intoxicated by the unique pleasure of the act of excretion, he let his twitching cheeks loosen and his body trembled into small pieces.

"- Whoa. Stop draining. There is no water, so can I use sand? Probably sterilized by fever."

When the collector cut Shizukuishi from the tip of the tortoise head, he wiped the splash with his hands in the fine sand, softly.

"Hizu. There's sand in my urethra! Let's go."

Deserts are easy at times like this. I don't know if this is right for hygiene.

Well, I wouldn't do it. Rika would be better.

I can't urinate in the wild mountains and use precious water. My shoulder muscles stiffened because I held the steering for a long time. Um, I crawl on all fours and stretch like a dog or cat does.

This way, I feel my whole shoulder, wonderfully natural and solidified, relaxed. It was a bit, no, pretty surreal for a big adult to do this though.

Wherever you have eyes, you don't do it. Previously, when I was doing this in my room to wake up, I had the experience of being seen by Pordina. Usually a calm girlfriend was surprised when she dropped the sheets from the laundry cage badly and opened her eyes. Hey, I was embarrassed.

"Don't fool people senselessly. Yeah."

Running up the hill, we return to the position where we were parking the tank. In front of the door, women tired of long drives were stretching their body muscles thoughtfully. Some of them are invisible, but it would be wild to hear that. Physiological phenomena are irrelevant. Besides, the collector did not have such a distorted sexuality that he was excited to see the act of excretion, no matter how beautiful it was.

Wait a while. After a while, everyone except Meryandale was in place.

"Mary's. It's too late."

"I'm sure he's a big one."

"Idiot! Stop doing that. Hey. Shame on you, too."

The collector tipped the glass toward Artemisia, looking at Liza and Karen.

Immediately after she observed that she was thirsty, she brought a leather bag with water.

"Water."

"Mm-hmm."

It's called the breathing of an amulet. Now you'd be shocked if you brought something completely different, I thought.

Only, water is precious. I don't drink.

I kept my tongue just loosely damp. Mixed with wet saliva, it slides off the esophagus.

My lips are dry and crispy. My skin tingles because of the abnormally low humidity.

"Nah."

"Oops!

"Over there!

"Haha! Merry pants, round them up!

As they all turned in unison to the scream, Meryandale's appearance rushed in with a sad face, sandy.

"Umbu."

You ran too hastily, or on the way, you dive from face to face into the sand. Liza and Karen were laughing down with their bellies, but they changed their complexions sassy when they saw the smoke boiling behind them.

"What the hell, are you...!

"Klando! Be careful. That's a snail shark!

"Exactly. Mr. Rudge knows a lot about things."

When Rudge quickly chanted the magic book u. The fireball that emerges in the air hits a dorsal billet running through a sea of sand, drawing a parabola. The dust scattered violently along with a huge explosion sound.

but also enemies. I've packed my distance all at once when I dive into the sand bottom in a critical way and dodge it.

"Oh, wow."

It was Sizka who rushed like the wind that saved Meryandale, who couldn't move.

One hair at a time.

The moment the snail brings his head and tries to do it with Gabriel.

Sizka hugged him to the sidelines and rolled in a gobble.

Sir, a vicious dorsal bile runs over the sand. Looking directly into the greedy eyes of the snail, which only gave him a glimpse of his face for a moment, the possessor was convinced that he was an enemy that could not be easier.

Even releasing sorcery and arrows from afar would be ineffective if dived into the sand. The only way to stop it is with a slaughter after approaching. When I made eye contact with Artemisia, I pulled out the long sword and dashed.

"This way, you fucking shark!

I kicked sand and ran as I aroused. By doing so, we pull them away from Sizka and Meryandale, who still can't get back on their feet. The effect was outstanding.

The shark, turning in a certain way, approached a straight line with a collector in mind. The enemy must always appear on the sand when attacking. I intercepted the Black Lion horizontally.

Zach sanded up into space and the giant became dewy. Four meters is stiff, even if the total length is estimated to be small. I bit my back teeth so tight that I swing the black lion full.

The blade and snail fangs engaged Moro. The sound of a runaway vehicle rubbing the guardrail. The collector buried his legs in the sand to his tibia and swung through his long sword, spitting out no oxygen left in his lungs.

Crushed fangs. I danced with a sparkle. Poke your butt with shock. Shit, when I thought, the enemy shadow was gone in the sand. Bite your teeth and wrinkle between your brows.

"Leave it to me!"

Artemisia, holding a spear, rushed in like a wind as she looked back at her back with her neck alone. She quietly concentrated her spirit as she stood her adult spear, poking her eartips quickly at a certain point.

The tip of the spear leaves the part of the handheld and is sucked into the foot so that it passes through the chopsticks on the wet spot.

Signs of a snail that was wild and crazy at the bottom of the sand clearly changed. As the treasurer stood up with his hand poked, the sand at Artemisia's feet stirred and stained with Zhu.

The yellow-brown sand turned into a small red pond. For this, even the just snail shark couldn't stand it and jumped out of the sand with momentum. Splashing sand like rain slaps his cheeks.

"I've been waiting for you. At this time -!"

Rudge completed the chant in case of the magic book. The fine pieces of paper, expressing the power of mana, are intertwined as they dance to the whole body of the snail that danced to the void, as if each had a will.

"Round roast!

A flash of temper.

Together with Rin's voice, the pieces of paper instantly burst into flames, causing the snail shark giant to turn into a flaming mass. Yup, and the shark giant falls to the ground and gets stuffy. The samurai's mercy and the samurai rushed over and stabbed Todome.

"You managed to get rid of him."

A collector sighed as he wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand.

"No, it seems too early to be relieved"

"To?"

Sizka's voice. She still stares across the hill without breaking her harsh look. The collectors had parked the Rommel I in a slightly lower part of the dune for additional use.

"Oh, that! Look at that! Hey!"

"Nah. There's nothing wrong with you..."

How did you calm Karen, who wandered off? Eventually, I realized under that agitation. The hill you've been looking at has accidentally collapsed. First, rub the eye lid thinking it was an illusion of the eye.

Seriously.

The crumbling dune chunks are gnawing closer towards us, even though they should be far away. Yellow-brown dust rises briskly and splashes to celebrate irrational violence.

I can't go wrong anymore. The identity of the pink mountain was a flock of pheasant nanekos.

It was assimilated to the surrounding landscape and hard to tell from a remote location, but if we get this close, the abnormally good beast odor makes the nose columns so punchy that we don't like it.

Hundreds are crappy numbers, even in sight. Rubbing together properly meant death.

"Get back in the vehicle!

Even if they don't say so. The treasurer's anger flew quickly or, together, rushed into the car at a glance.

"What are you gonna do! That's a hell of a number!

"Run, run. Oh, wow. Sounds like where to run!

"Don't worry, we have this guy"

I chirp my tongue as I wave my index finger in front of Rudge and Karen, who are confused and grasping at me.

With that calm collector's expression on his eyes, Meryandale dyed his cheeks bright red, combining his hands in front of his chest with "lovely......"

"What is this guy? Could this be about this box?

Rudge tapped the handle of the vehicle and called hysterically.

"Klund. In that number, it's unfavourable to be surrounded. Shouldn't it be better to strike out a squid or a bee and fight in a wide area to win the chance?

Artemisia has already decided to be ready, or she has raised her voice with her sword out. Sizka also nodded silently, thinking that she still had a better chance of winning.

"Everyone doesn't get it. The true price of this Rommel One."

"Klund, do you know that? In the first place, how do you get across with that bunch of monsters in this box? And, I mean, this, what?

"Right. Otherwise, this is everything you've given up."

A collector spat a commercial-like quote from a car company, but it was an act of nothing but dropping Rudge increasingly into the extreme of confusion.

"- I don't know what that means"

"You know, while I was working on it, you guys approached me."

"What!

From the other side of the cleared magic mirror comes a flock of beasts as furious as rage.

It was a number of violence. The collector thought of a scene from a zombie movie he once saw and froze his spine.

"Ahhh, what do we do? Whoa. Crand's Ahoy!

"Damn. If this happens, I'll make sure everyone gets some time to escape by myself."

"Klan. I believe in Klan no matter what. I believe you, so now, let's have a baby. Ugh. Hey. Hey."

"Mary will break quietly, but surely. Liza just had to watch it."

"Huh. Keep it that way already. Rommel One is invincible. Launch!"

The collector secured his freedom by shaking off the women who would follow him. Grab the handle and make a quick gear change. The vehicle made a grumpy noise, quickly retracted, and slammed the wheel into the sand recess - stacked all the way here. The same eyes dotted.

"What are you doing? Whoa. I'm going home."

"Calm down, calm down. Krund, when this happens, we have to pray to God."

"I don't want to bring up the Cleric Knight setup at a time like this."

"Er. Right. The last thing you need to do is leave. I wanted to have a baby, too."

"Klund. If you're enough to be eaten by such a kedamono, you can do it with this hand."

"Snaneko and the others got nasty while I was doing something about it."

"Whew. You have to report it calmly, too."

Kijimas Naneko seldom attaches to the body of Rommel I, which I can no longer see moving. The fierce claws and fangs protruding everywhere made me think of the Hell's dead.

"Damn it! Open all the accelerators. will kill your cats promptly!

As the collector heightened his fighting spirit, he stepped the pedal to the floor. The machine tried to respond to the Lord's will and stood barking by awesome. When the stone wheels roared and chewed the sand, they instantly escaped the dents and swarmed pheasant nanekos on their jaws.

Guru, Bujiru. The beasts, crushed by giant tanks, were quickly ground, like the material sprinkled on a mixer. Red and black blood splashed in large quantities, and the long bowels on the wheels became like whips, slapping on the windshield.

When I did it, the women cheered as I trembled at the relief I was able to get out of the dead.

"Nice! I'm gonna crush it."

"Take it out."

"I don't need mercy."

They barked with their eyes running bright red, rather like they were intoxicated by the slaughter, without having to give a piece of mercy to the unilaterally murdering kedamonts.

Once you're ready, a woman is much more cruel. Now that the offense has been reversed, the group of monsters approaching Rommel I are like ants facing giant elephants.

but just a step forward, flattening over a hundred head counts of kijimas nanekos had limits.

Mountain Blood River. Over the death of his compatriots, the group, with a definite will, does not even try to stop the struggle to eat and kill the presence within Rommel I.

- Oh, shit. If I stop my leg like this, I could be turned upside down.

Now the perimeter of the vehicle was completely surrounded by beasts. Using the flesh of his companions as a stepping stone, the Kijimus nanekos were standing up on both legs and rocking on the Rommel I.

"Mmmm. Oh, what about this button? Yes, I did!

The collector pushed in one of the nine panel buttons, arranged on the left hand console.

Drawn on the panel are icons that resemble windmills.

Something, it wasn't a sure move, but the bitter choice succeeded in tapping into the sleeping potential of Rommel I.

"BLADE MODE"

Along with the electronic sound, a glowing English word emerges into the windshield. Maryandale, surprised, slipped and fell in a strange voice.

- English? At least, it's not Romeless. What's going on?

There is no time for the collector to worry, and Romless I faithfully executes the life that has been laid down obediently.

Yeah, that's okay. Along with the dull noise of the gear intertwining, a giant scarecrow blade jumped out of the side of the vehicle's body and tore the bodies of the connected pheasant nanekos to pieces.

"I knew I'd seen this in a zombie movie. The one who made this. You're Romeromania."

The blade ripped out from the front, rear, left, and right sides of the body to scratch off the treasurer's whine, ravaging the monsters.

It is like knocking down the growing grass with a chainsaw.

The effect of this attack was immense. Hard fur and sharp nails are all cut down without a thousand times. Rommel I nearly swept away the Kijimas Naneko crowds in this attack.

At the time he flattened half of his attacking enemies, the Kijimas Nanecos finally fled with their sails on their asses. But to stop the worries of the hindsight, the Caveman advanced further on the Rommel I, chased the cats around, and stomped and crushed about twenty. The collector, when he exhaled a rough breath, slapped the steering with both fists and let the roar of victory roar.

After the successful crusade of Kijimas Naneko, it was a shame to discover the oasis while wandering somewhat unsure. The women rejoice in cackling hands. For women, the hardest thing about dungeons is that water is not freely available.

I'm lucky. Plus, for the second time today. It's strange how much the women love men who attract so much luck. As difficult as it is to maneuver the Rommel I, it will take someone to complete the alignment.

"Uh-huh, uh-huh. I'm a lucky boy."

The collector's eyeballs are still down. Normally I don't like it. The overt body touch is also acceptable with a tron eye.

I pulled Rommel I over by the pond to get ready for the camp. Looking in detail, it seems that the water source of the oasis, which was in the middle of the desert de, is fresh water gushing out of the basement. If you stare at the evidence that you haven't stared, the little fish is swimming like it feels good.

"Don't look at Klund."

When the collector was blindfolded by such Karen, he often enjoyed hearing the whispers of the women naked and bathing in the water. There was also this. Of course, it goes without saying that I took off my skin after this and let my back flush through the vermouth.

After a water bath to refresh my mood, it was dinner. On the side of a small lake, lined up with kamado and in a little camping mood.

The vegetables that line the table were not so replaceable, but just because they had plenty of water by their side is something that moisturizes the mood.

"Meat, meat, meat, vegetables, meat"

"Klund. It's not balanced with all the meat. You have to eat more vegetables."

In iron plate baking, Artemisia's better cooked vegetables, worried about the keeper eating all the meat, were served on a plate and divided. Well, vegetables matter, too.

"Ah. I'll sauce it for you. Dobo Dobo."

"Hey, can't this be too much?"

Meryandale distracted me and put the barbecue sauce on the meat, but the portions were a little too much service. Incidentally, the ingredients in the sauce are ketchup, uster sauce, salt pepper, garlic and honey. I'm glad I didn't use strange raw materials.

"Hey, Klando. You're a little too distracted. [M] I don't know how many oases there are, but when might there be a monster attack?"

"I don't think it's convincing to be said in that face."

Rudge, who drank too much wine and blushed, gets involved. The collector, hugging her thin shoulder, sucked the scent of good smelling hair into her nasal cavity and her head cracked a little.

After you finish your meal, dive into a tent strewn in the shade of a tree. On one side of the perimeter, a simple protective fence is applied so that as soon as the hostile one approaches, it can be seen. At regular intervals, a demonic stone buried in the sand senses an intruder's heat source and emits an alarm sound.

The area is easy to spend because temperatures don't drop so much during the night hours. The collector, wrapped in shrubs, was resting with the fu, but jumped up instantly when he heard a metal scream. I look around and I don't see Liza.

"Hey, where's Liza?

"I think I just stood up for a small one."

While Rudge put on his glasses, he went.

When the collector grabbed the black lion, he made sure to roll and popped out the blowout of the tent's entrance. Behind it, Sizka and Artemisia follow. When the lantern is lit while running, vision is assured. A black, little shadow looms quickly. It was Liza.

"What's up, what's up!

"So, we're out!

"I don't know if I'm out. Big!"

"You don't do that at this weird time. A strange man with a mascara attacked Liza while she was doing it."

When asked, Liza always has the lower part of the black bikini she wears. Is it because I was struck by surprise that I am a little tearful? It was a little cute.

"All right, you stay back in the tent. Sizka, Artemisia. Let's start the search. Shout out if you have a suspicious one. Just be careful with him."

Copy that.

Copy that.

The collectors scattered across the three sides and began to look for enemy shadows. but the oasis is originally located in an open place with no shield. The part where Liza encountered the mysterious Masakari man was outside the boundaries.

"Camping. Young men and women. Besides, if it's a barbecue near the water..."

The price is set if the price is masculine. The enemy is a murderer! There's no basis for this, though.

"Where? Where are you going, you murderer?"

The collector wanders around with his own body in the nori nori. One way or another, this man is a hundred and twenty percent more dangerous. The eyes are lit with glittering intent to kill.

"Hmm? What, this smell"

Hiccup snorts. There was an indescribable smell of fat rotting. In my ear, a blah blah blah blah blah blah.

"Duh! What?"

I hurried and rolled away from my head. The collector rolled like a light cat.

With one hand poked to the ground and his gaze raised, there would be more than two meters tall, a big man with a strange mask standing with an axe on his hand.

The man was fat all round. He is fat enough to rank among the best three I have witnessed in the life of a zodiac. Like an oak, not fattened with one scale of muscle. He was a totally indispensable fucking fat man, like he embodied every virtuous and lazy life.

Three hundred kilometers or four hundred kilometers...... Anyway, there will be about that. The lantern fell off when we dived, but it's packed with fat so well that even the slightest light of the hikarigoke growing on the ceiling can tell.

Besides, he has an unclean smell all over his body that makes him want to turn away from his face. It was such an intense smell of filth that it seemed to return without leaving an earlier flattened dinner.

"Muggle, ooh!"

"What, you don't! Konnya!

The man barked in a creaking voice from under his mask. He comes down with a barking hand axe. but when the collector turned his body against the rinse and took a blow, he slammed the long sword deep into the man's ear belly.

"Cancer. Get out!"

The black lion stopped where he tore the man's belly to half. The fat is amazing. Mixed with something candle-like white, bright red blood beats the vita and sand.

He's supposed to be taking a lot of damage, but the guy comes swinging his hand axe overhead again, as if he doesn't feel any itch.

The collector picked up the sand and threw it at him as he kicked the man's left leg and jumped away. The man is reluctant to do his hand on the mask. Apparently, he just meets the part of the hole that ensures vision.

The sword remains stabbed in the fat belly. As the collector pulled out the black lion sheath that remained on his hips, he lowered himself and slammed his thoughts on the fat rear tibia. The sheath is sturdy made of iron. It possesses the power to destroy bones fully. Fat body leans forward with gakun.

He turned to his fat blind spot with an unscrupulous, wielding hand axe. I managed to pull out the long sword and slammed it into the fat neck muscle. Zubuzub and the fat were ripped off and buried to the tuna ex.

Huge chunks of meat sink with a tiny sound. The blade was nude with cloudy fat. Sizka and Artemisia rushed over as the collector was using sand from the blade with half a cry to remove dirt.

"This is... Is this who the suspicious are?"

"Oh. He was a hell of a fat guy."

"Deb?"

"Oh, it's fucking fat"

Sizka wrinkled her shapely little nose to make her uncomfortable. Fat people were reeking even when they died.

"Klund. Beyond the dunes, I found something that looked like an abandoned house. Probably this guy's residence. You want to go?

"Mm-hmm. He's already screwed up. Let's just go."

Take Artemisia's guide to the abandoned house. It was situated on a sandy slope, assimilated to the landscape the harder it was to find. Rather, you found Artemisia well, that's the level.

"This guy lived hidden in this sand? People rarely come. Are you a shy old man?

"No, rather than rejecting people, isn't it to protect yourself from the monsters in the desert?

Artemisia went with her fingertips paying for the sand on her forehead. The collector scratched his mistletoe as he looked at the house buried in half the sand. Is there a need to look into it? Something smells really bad. Not at all distracting. I also feel like my back of my head hurts somewhat because I was generally awake in my sleep.

"Klund. Shall I?

Sizka pulled the hem of her coat as she watched the tour.

- I'm a little nervous about it, but it makes me nervous. I'll take care of it.

"I asked."

"Mm-hmm. I got it."

Sizka went into something when she kicked the door in a creepy motion. A little blank time is created. When I waited for my spare time, Artemisia and Shiritori, I lost so much that Sizka returned from inside the house.

"Was there something dizzy?"

"No, it wasn't a big deal. In this, only a few pieces of equipment and gold coins were left taken from the adventurers. Apparently, that Masakari man was making a living attacking a human surprise that stopped at the Oasis"

Sizka paid off the sand all over her shoulder.

"What. Take it down, it's just a takeaway..."

Artemisia looked bored.

"You're good all day. Now, in the future, adventurers who stop by here will not be attacked either. So, here, what do we do? If we leave it like this, there might be other villains living there."

"Yeah. It would be nice to burn it. refreshing."

"That's the best part."

When the collector had Almicia return to the tent to bring the oil kettle, he ordered Sizka to sprinkle it in his mind until it was inside the house before setting it on fire.

The house burned quickly because it was often dry in the desert area.

"Beautiful"

Sizka is glaring at her eyes as she looks at the flames.

Cute, but something scares me.

As I narrowed my eyes to the dancing firepowder, a small shadow popped up along with the sound of the lumber being able to play.

Reflectively Artemisia rolled out the spear. The tip buries beautifully into the shadows. As the spear was quickly pulled out, the shadow burned up violently, rolling down the sand and stopping moving.

"What the hell!

"You're human, Klando!

That was the kind of little fat guy who minimalized the guy he killed earlier. Carefully, he wears the same thing up to the odd mask. The mask was melted with high heat and tensed to meat and assimilated. I'm not even going to peel it off. The collector stared at Zizzka with cold eyes. She looked like a bad bat, turned her back and kicked out the sand at her feet with her toes.

"... dude. I thought you checked it out."

"'Cause I smelled weird, and I fucked something up"

Sizka closed her eyes and tongued out Pelo. Artemisia exhales for a long time.

The collector, as he walked over to Sizka, picked a well-shaped nose with his fingertips.

She raised a cute voice.