Dungeon+Harem+Master

Temper flashed. From the state in which the collector held the long sword on his shoulder, he swung down full of strength, looking at the face of Cocatrice looming in front of him.

It sounds gushing and hard, and about half the blade is sandwiched into the giant mouth of Cocatrice. Shit -! No matter how many rare era famous swords black lions count among one of the Romless Three Holy Swords, it wouldn't have stood if they could continue to exert so much pressure. Mississippi and voiceless screams are coming from the black lion to sue the collector.

"This oops."

Artemisia, who was turning aside, scrambled her spear. Cocatrice, who had sensed it, pulled his mouth away from the long sword in a quick motion, winged both wings, causing the fine dust to roll up. Cover your eyes reflexively. At the same time, he flew backwards to a large extent.

Intuition is everything in battle. Intervals and moulds like those learned in the dojo are useless first. In the first place, they are monsters with unimaginable skeletons and bodies on top of not even human beings.

"He's gone that way!

My body moved into Sizka's voice. A collector pushes the tail of the cocatrice as it twists to where it stood a few seconds ago. The monster's tail is made of snake heads. It made a dry noise, rubbing the hardware together, and a giant snakehead peeled out white fangs and red tongues.

"Whoops! Absolutely!"

From the back of his throat, the snakehead sputtered a bright red flame like a radiator. Go-go and roar and huge calories approach the collector in an attempt to burn down every space.

I rolled over the white gravel and swallowed it. Moving the point of view hard, in the rear of the caucatrice, Sizka is battling with a song knife, but the lower body with the snake urchin seems to be quite stiff and is now attacking one.

Karen is quickly cutting a bow and releasing it, but Cocatrice is thrashing her wings with a movement of her upper body that she can't imagine coming from a giant and slamming down an arrow in flourish.

Liza is working out her technique in the rear guard, but Cocatrice does not skilfully stay on the scaffolding, and at all times, she seems to be putting the collectors on the slope with Liza, biting her teeth without finding an opportunity to unleash her grand moves.

(Definitely. You tosaka bastard, get used to fighting humans......!

The way Cocatrice fought was reminiscent of a skilled warrior. Conscious of space at all times and not so powerful, he manipulates the serpentine head of his mouth, toenails, wings and tails in a systematic manner.

Compared to this, in terms of fire power, the metal golem fought on the ten tiers was much more powerful, but the movement was monotonous and there were as many gaps as there were.

It was only a few moments before the battle moved. The snakehead, the tail, gave the sizka. The main body, the rooster's mouth, thrust Artemisia almost simultaneously. He gets a strong tackle and the two are bounced hard. What a creature it is to be a human being. But at the same time, this was a great opportunity for the collectors.

"I got it! Special Rock Cannon!"

Liza's earthly magic was severely struck by her allies retreating from the rays. A giant rock cannonball created from the rock floor at your feet relentlessly strikes the torso of Cocatrice. The moment the magic bursts, Liza makes a gutsy pose, but the next moment, it collapsed.

Cocatrice raised a roar that wobbled heaven and earth as she opened her throat wide. The evasion turned to the back because of the rash. An ultrasound with deaf ears smashed into pieces when the ejected rock bullet was stopped in space.

This scream was sufficient to temporarily paralyse the behavior of humans. There was a melee, Sizka, Artemisia and the three collectors temporarily paralyzed their hearing and followed with groans of pain.

Especially Lisa and Karen, excellent hearing elves, are stuffy and lying on the ground. It was thought that it was no longer possible to hope for an attack by means of close collaboration.

but from here is the main show of the treasurer. It is this man who demonstrates his true worth the more he is cornered. The treasurer managed to rise up in a fierce mood.

"Kon, of. Tosaka bastard......!

Cocatrice has no indication of slowing down at all, keeping under the rudge's magic of space-time delay (slow down). That is to say, that there is a high magical resistance to Cocatrice. If you don't want the effects of witchcraft, there won't be much point in waiting for Rudge to regain his mind.

You still felt an instinctive crisis in the collector standing up to show a strong fighting spirit, and Cocatrice swung his tail and shook it off.

Shield and guard the long sword. I molested the snake's head thrust and rolled without any other love. I had to be there. The way you look at it is different. Did you get a few cracks in your ribs? Every time I breathed, my chest ached.

Snakehead of Pursuit. Now they come at me, stripping my fangs dripping with venom. The collector, like a strong batter in a batter box, when he took a stance in perfect balance, chewed his back teeth so tight that a spark appeared to swing his long sword. A bright white fang makes a noise and splashes. The snakehead let the deafening sound slip from the back of his throat, far away.

"Damn. I'll make you a chicken, you chicken bastard."

Cocatrice squeezes the target of the killing into one of his keepers, jumping up and slapping him on the lower limb. Tongue strikes at the attack while fighting chickens. I crawled down the ground and kept dodging. Slaughter was added as he fell asleep toward the leg dropped right next to his head. Halfway through the long sword was buried deep in the right leg of Cocatrice. Blood tides scattered like rain dyed the white little gravel red.

Various things. The collector moved with a nibble and a grin as he rolled from directly beneath the cocatrice.

I got far enough. Get ready for the chase.

- Someone screamed behind my back. Moments, my gaze shifted only slightly from Cocatrice. There wouldn't have been a comma for a few seconds.

When the collector turned back to the front again, he understood the meaning of the scream.

Both eyes of Cocatrice that were closed.

Something like a chunk of red and black magma was staring at me.

I stop breathing. I felt like I had my heart eagled with invisible big hands.

Don't look, the voice said. I was finally able to understand it in my vague consciousness.

It is a mighty demonic eye.

For a moment, not so much, but I could see it solidifying white as my arms looked from my fingertips. I accidentally glanced at the small gravel on the ground.

Oh, well. This is not a block of stone.

And the remains of those who had tried and defeated Cocatrice were deposited.

As I petrified, I thought without the art of doing so. He said he just wouldn't be able to move even if he stayed jizzy.

It is a pattern that we often hear in mythology, but that usually meant defeat.

Death creeps in loosely. The feeling of gradual freezing of the nerves evoked an indisputable sense of fear to the bone marrow.

At the same time, the loser soul of the treasurer caught fire. It's burning. Five bodies are deprived of their liberty, and their tenacious nerves are infinitely pioneering, thin, and pointy.

Rushed.

I tried to fight death if I thought of it, and I was exasperating all my anger. Blurring, every single cell that is still swamped with petrification is trembling with anger.

Bounced.

It was a leap away so human that I couldn't even understand it myself. I can't move the right half of my face anymore. I can't help but admire the fact that it is a tremendous ability while enemies. The collector was dancing in the void. He struck and waved the sword in his hand as he put the giant cocatrice tosaka under his eyes.

- Losing is unbearable. I'm not supposed to lose in this dungeon.

The ground, the sense of ripping off the meat of the cocatrice remained in the process of falling naturally to.

Consciousness sinks deep and deep into the darkness.

Eventually the treasurer was slowly swallowed up by the distant pricks.

It was at dusk when the sun was also about to fall that the collector was transported into the mansion looking changed.

On that day, Loulou was on his way home to the market to buy out what was missing from his dinner ingredients.

"Something happened."

"Come on, what is it?

Dorothea kept her story to herself, and without intending to expand the conversation any further, she began to unpack more and more from the carriage. I'm in a hurry to help. It was so heavy.

From what Loulou sees, she was horribly short minded and had a habit of trying to get things done quickly anyway, even in situations where she didn't have to rush.

He said, "I don't know, I don't like it when I think there's something left."

Taking it from Louloulou, a nomadic ethnic origin, the elves living in the lowlands preferred farming to pastoralism, and seemed to have the sexuality to create their own jobs from next to next, restless because of it.

In comparison, her beloved collector is eagle fried and hasty.

The truth is, I just think that everything may be mend, but the seemingly dull waist was the attitude Louloulou's contemplative hero deserved, and there were many parts of it that were gaining.

Loulou is somewhat more of an oligarchy. So before they say anything, the job goes fast. Santos also helped me, so unloading was done faster than I thought.

"Oh my God. I'm going to have to cook dinner for the little ones again, and my shoulders are coming."

"Ha..."

Dorothea, she's shaking her puffy breasts and slapping her shoulder. From Loulou's point of view, it is an act that I can only think of as disgusting, but also a loving laugh on the board.

Besides, Dorothea's shoulder stiffness seems pretty spicy to me, but I still have to think "I want" if I put a handful around her as a symbol of a woman on her flat side and on her balance.

The lord, the treasurer, has a habit of looking directly at all the big breasts when it comes to something. Is there anyone who is proud that they are not losing in technology, but who is not born as a woman but does not wander?

"Hey, what is it? After a sudden glance...... Lord, you scare me sometimes."

"No, I didn't."

"Why are you reading bars?"

"Hey. If you're done unloading, let's get into the mansion. I'm so hungry. Look, gu. It's ringing."

Hilda, who was hiding, let her peek into her face from the shadow of the carriage. Dorothea's eyebrows caught hard.

"You skipped out on me earlier. It's this mouth that wants to eat a mess."

"Agi. Come on, don't bother."

Hilda, who had skipped unloading and licked his mouth, became Dorothea's angry bait.

Dorothea is triangulating her eyes by pulling Hilda's upper lip crease up and down.

Hilda's face deformed unharmed and her laughter leaked unexpectedly.

(Pfft. Bussa......)

For once, positioning, Loulou is only Karen's maid of honor, and they are the wives of the treasurer, son-in-law of the king of the meadows, but Hilda's uselessness had something to think about, so he dared not stop and enjoyed the rush. Really, fun.

"Oh, I didn't mean to do that either."

"In the meantime! Or maybe your lord just skipped it."

Dorothea let Hilda go and hit him in the forehead with her index finger. Hilda points her lips in tears.

"Because, no, unloading is a servant's job, and no. Hilda, I've never had anything heavier than a pepper bottle. Don't you have to be so angry? Hey. And don't even look at Loulou. Stop it. What the hell are you doing here? Look, Mr. Dorothea pulled me off, so my poor bud-like lips became obnoxious."

"... Bussa, no, Master Hilda. I can't wait to stop you."

"Hey, what's up? What did you just say about me? You tried to call me Busyk."

"Dob...... no, Hilda. that I am such disrespectful, even if my mouth is torn, never"

"Hey, you tried to call me Dobbs now, didn't you? I've never had my personality cursed before in my life."

"Busda, it's Toto Hilda. I don't care about that. Morning, let's go into the mansion. Something's wrong."

"I said skank! Dorothea called me a skank. Let's go! Let's go get Mr. Klund. Ugh. I'll tell you when your cute rubber has been discredited."

"Ma'am. Something's really wrong."

"Whose crazy is it? Aah!"

"Hey, wait up. Loulou is right. I don't know what the mansion looks like, no."

Loulou explored the situation as he piqued his elf-specific long ear. Sure Dorothea was right, I can't be sure of anything, but I felt like the "yang" mind surrounding the mansion was discoloring into something black and cloudy.

"Wow, you don't think it's weird? Normally, at this hour, the little ones should be hanging around, but I don't see any of them."

"Speaking of which, yes."

Hilda anxiously moved her eyes around with her index finger clasped.

All right, what about the enemy attack? Loulou distracted his surroundings by removing the fastening so that he could throw it at any time as he gently extended his fingers to the dagger on his hips. At the same time, from the doorway, a small shadow popped out and hugged Dorothea's hips.

"Simone?"

Simone, the little elf, is screaming like crazy as he drips his nose. Dorothea carefully examines Simone's body with familiar hands. And Ayakata is just the thing of the house.

Apparently, her grief was not due to an injury. In the meantime, Simone spat words that Loulou and the others could not have imagined.

"Oh, shit."

"What? What?"

"Oh, dear."

"So what's dead? Is that the bug you kept? A cat?"

"Kurundu, Kurundu just oops"

Loulou's breath clogged with hiccups made him feel the illusion that his heart had frozen and his eyes darkened at once.

- Dead? Who did?

"Stupid! You're a hero to the heavens, Krander! He's supposed to be dead.

To much impact, the second half sounded unusually tall. Dorothea said, "Huh. What is this guy? Disgusting" face but it doesn't matter.

Simone spat Gabogavo out of her mouth like a crab causing a hiccup and bubbling at that voice, which she herself had often spoken in surprisingly unusual tones.

"Aww, wow. Heels!"

In a hurry, Hilda, who was by his side, heels and treats him. bees and the upper and lower teeth are pounding hard. Hair spawning on the back grows total, bumps and fine sweats gushing out. A cold, hot, odd feeling that covers the back half of your head and creeps in. My body grew heavy like lead between my flesh and my bones.

"Hey! Wait, Loulou! That's not what the kid said. Just calm down for a second."

"Excuse me!

I swung through Dorothea's suppression and ran. I ran like a wind and jumped into the big hall.

"Uh, lie."

Loulou had a pocan look, saw what was there, and collapsed off his knees.

It was a stone statue. It was a brilliant stone statue of a man named "Shimen Zao".

Former “collector" (* still?) The thing that was was laying beside me with my sword waved down, set on a strangely luxurious pedestal. Next to it lies a white-eyed Pordina lying on her back with her hands together over her stomach. It was a spectacular sight.

"Loulou."

"Princess..."

Loulou saw the crying eyes of Karen, the Lord, and realized in an instant that things were the kind that had to be easier. Karen jumped in like a child who found her mother. Waste had instantaneous force, so it hurt a little with a severe tackle impact around the sternum, but withstood.

"So, what do you say! Can't we just put Klando back together?

If you look at it, Rudge is screaming hard at the man in white.

Karen, who was crying on her chest, told me that the man was the doctor who asked the guild to come see her.

The doctor was fat. Otherwise he was fat. When I was about fifty years old, I was corny and fat, and I just ran a little "Ha-ha!" and other unhealthy seeping through his whole body that seemed to clog his blood vessels as he raised his strange voice.

"Ho, ho. This is petrification."

"I don't have to say that. I know! What we're asking is if we can get it back to normal now!

Artemisia knocked her helmet to the floor and screamed. Next to it, Lacey covered her face with both hands and raised her voice.

"No, no, you. I can't talk to you right now. haha."

Fat man's got nothing to do with me, I laughed with as much momentum. Loulou's Anger Point is amplified.

"Oh, my goodness."

"Kurado, no."

"Don't do it. Ugh."

The little elves, who received the doctor's words between them, gathered together one by one and began the great chorus of tears.

"What haha! Are you kidding me, you!

"Ayn?

Sizka, standing behind the doctor, slammed a yakuza kick into the back of her knee. The doctor's fucking fat man raised a strange voice when he broke Kakun's knee and fell from his face to the floor. The yellow teeth broke and rolled.

A beautiful sizka kicked up the fat belly from the side that collapsed with her toes. Fatty sprinkles the carpet with her lobster and diarrhea when she rings like a ottosey.

When Sizka still couldn't stop worrying, she pulled out a song knife with a reddish face. Fat doctors lag behind in awkwardness. Exactly, Artemisia stopped saying the blade was bad.

"Ugh. Seriously......"

Dorothea, who came to the room late, looked at the stone statuette collector with a flashing face. When she looked so complicated, she lowered the Simone she held to the floor and touched Petapeta and the keeper.

My hand stopped around my groin. Dorothea went in the face of a philosopher challenging the truth.

"Hmm. Has this place gotten stiff while it's shriveled? Surreal."

Loulou didn't go in anymore. I couldn't afford to go that far. There are more things that need to be done than that. I peeled off Karen, who was scrubbing the eye lid.

"Um, gentlemen. I'm not a doctor, but I've heard about petrification in the meadows. Those stoned by the curse will not come back to life after a certain period of time."

"What the hell!

"Wow, wow. Mr. Klund, don't die."

"What do I do? What am I supposed to do with Liza?"

"Whoa, whoa, Klando, whoa! What are you gonna do to the store if you die? Whoa. I can't go on alone. Whoa."

"Calm down, if you calm down! Oh, wait a minute. First, I need to calm down. Su Ha"

When the confusion calmed down for a moment, an unacceptable amount of tears struck everyone this time. By the way, the fucking fat doctor ran off with everyone's gap. I ran away, so I asked the guild for an extra visit.

In the great hall, they were often surrounded by cries just by the little elves, but eventually they also crushed so that the batteries on the smartphones would run out. The little elves were tired of crying and began to take a nap trying to be alone.

"What, you're already boobing up the whole night early? You'd better call the boy."

I heard a floating voice breaking through the gloomy air. When Loulou looked up, there Normad, an Adventurer Guild holding physician, stood at the door with his assistant nurse.

"Don't be ridiculous!

"Not dead yet."

"I'm gonna smash your disgusting bird face!

"Die! Disgusting"

Normad caught the women's intensive fire, but whistled with a pu in the wind where it blows. The only thing he fears is a ferocious collector, whose tenacity is solidified. The doctor, wearing a mask that followed the bird, raised a dry laugh, seeping through the room.

The assistant girl held the medicine box with no expression on her face and stood like an idiot.

"Well, relax, Amah child. You haven't even checked in yet. It's not that easy. At this point, let me take a good look at you. Or is that it? Am I wasting my time interrupting and trying to reduce this guy's life expectancy? Oh?"

"It's..."

Stuffed Rudge breathes with regret.

Certainly Normad hasn't done anything yet. It only further jeopardizes the life of the collector, even if we make senseless noise ourselves.

The women, as Shun, waited, staring quietly at Normad palpating his stethoscope all over the body of his petrified collector.

"Haha. This is brilliantly stone. Oh, my God. What was my pride before I got diabetes? Ha ha."

"Doctor, we need to keep that long."

There was a nurse with no expression.

"... if you don't stay, what?

"No matter how good I am at hemostasis, there's nothing I can do about getting my neck dropped"

Normad clogged his voice when he saw the women pulling out their blades all together.

When he coughed violently, he apologized in a tone that didn't even make the cakera of honesty feel, flickering his hands that it was a joke. The song knife in Sizka's hand emits a raging and ferocious glow. Loulou also intimidated Normad with special boast so that he could throw in the knife in his hand at any time.

"Well, what is it? About three days."

"Three days! What the hell does that mean!

Rudge screamed to represent everyone.

"It's a limit to Klund's life. From what I've seen, you're not, like, totally stoned yet. To the evidence, only slightly, but faint but audible of the heart's heart. Seven minutes. Approximately, but about three days. I will have about that. In the meantime, it would be helpful if you managed to find a way to de-curse petrification. Most of all, I'm a free doctor, not all-knowing or all-powerful. From here on out, it would be best to find the one familiar with witchcraft and pack the details. I'll talk to the union through it, but now it'll be time for the guild to close, too, after tomorrow."

"Can it be such a long imitation! Right now!

It falls apart and everyone pops out of the room. The red brick union office is on its way.

"Hey! The part of him is either a pharmacist or an alchemist. Better hit that one. Yeah."

Alchemist.

The temperature in the room rose all at once, and everyone made a noise in a metallic voice.

"Speaking of which, you can't see Mary!

"That's true if you ask me."

Lacey wipes tears and looks around the wipe.

"Karen, if you're hiding something, be honest with me."

"Uh-huh? It doesn't matter to me. I don't know."

Liza pulls Karen's long ear. Losers and Karen attacked and rubbed together.

"It's all your fault, too."

"Hey, Hannah. Why are you giving me my name there? You don't like it? You don't like me after all?

Loulou jumped out of the room softly and immediately went outside with his proud early feet.

I knew it. I was worried about Meryandale, who had been quiet since the beginning.

Whatever it is, it is a matter for the Lord. Through the gate like the wind, I gazed into the front street. The sun is already falling, and the earth is anointed with red and gold light. Step Elf's remarkably good vision was utilized to capture his distant back. It's Meryandale.

"Where will you be distorted"

We talked in quick line. Meryandale does not attempt to answer by looking forward with her lips firmly drawn and tied. She should have worshipped and loved her husband, the Zao, more deeply than anyone else.

In this situation, it's hard to think about abandoning him and taking a breath, etc. No doubt she knows how to un-curse that petrification. I guess I had something in mind that popped up without telling anyone about it.

"You were listening to that doctor and you left the mansion. What do you have?"

"… the formulation of drugs to solve petrification is not so skilled. Most of the material is in my workshop. What's missing is just a story you need to buy more. Just."

"Just?"

Meryandale, so far, looks painfully annoyed. Loulou said, "Just say no, Olah," but he managed to catch it.

"The last one, of the materials that make aquapulus, the melting agent. Guillotine grass can only be collected in the summer......!

Suddenly something hot fell out in the back of my nose. Loulou ruggedly covered his mouth with his hands, forcing him to push and kill the scream that was about to leak. Isn't that a de facto give-up declaration!

but if you think calmly, you haven't done anything yet. If you run around the city with all your hands, you'll find one or two ways to get some material.

Peek into Meriandale's face. The chopped tone was serene on the back. It was peculiar to appear in a man who had decided to be prepared.

"So, Meryandale knows how to get that hard-to-get guillotine grass?"

"I don't feel very comfortable, but I know only one person who definitely possesses it"

I know, I found myself biting my upper lip hard in the part of the Haven't you noticed? Meryandale's expression had become a mixture of disdain, repentance and sorrow for a human being who had seen so often something so spoiled that the scattered diarrhea and the cat's corpse had been stirred.

(In short, you don't want to see that person die)

"Are you that much of a hater?

"I don't even want to remind you"

"Oh, no."

"At least, before this happened, I was a person who didn't need to think back for a moment"

"What the hell kind of person is that? Meryandale, are you an acquaintance?

"... somehow. It's human trash."

Meryandale eyes. Tears were seeping. I'm stopping and shaking my shoulders small. Loulou didn't say much, two sentences didn't tell him, and he couldn't go in and listen any further.