Dungeon+Harem+Master

"But what is it? If you're just in the dark, one of these days your eyes are going to degenerate and you're going to be a mole...... Ewk!

The collector sneezed enormously as he slapped his mouth in vain. Tsuba flew mightily forward.

Liza, who was next door, screamed, "It's dirty," shrugging with a quick reflex nerve, but bumped into Karen, who was depressed, and fell all the way down.

"Oh, oh. What are you doing?"

"It's your fault. - Shit!

The collector apologized in a dishonest tone as he controlled Karen's forehead, which came under mucky attack with his hands.

Again in the dungeon. The area is twenty hierarchies.

The aim is naturally the neck of the guardian beast Cocatrice.

As with the last time, the organization is composed of a total of seven people: the Collector, Sizka, Artemisia, Rudge, Meriandale, Karen and Liza.

"Is it cold? Do you want to use my stall?

"No, it's fine. Hmm. Somehow, I'm just not used to my body yet."

Meryandale looks worried and tries to bake chocolate macaques and take care of the collector's body. Sizka, who had kept her mouth shut, had cling to her arms without changing her expression. Meryandale jumps to the other arm to confront him.

"Flowers on both hands."

"No, haha. haha."

I went in the same tone that Rudge would thrust. There is jealousy characteristic of a slight woman in the pitch.

Both Sizka and Meryandale are extraordinarily beautiful girls, about the same age as Real JK. If you think about it in place of modern Japan, it is a circumstance that cannot be hoped for by the specs of the degree of collector.

But as the crisp and silent gaze pierces the body from all directions, it is not calm and peaceful in the heart. There is also a considerable price to be paid for mothhotegoro. On average, it's really hard to love a large number of women. The interest of the collector was more focused on the spiritual parameters of the wives following him than on the guardian beast Cocatrice, which would exist in the future.

The biggest problem is when my hands are blocked, I can't get my sword out.

The place is twenty tiers. Artemisia's stride at the forefront makes me feel loose. Small gravel at foot. No, now what a darkening mood the accomplishments of the defeated warriors challenging the guardian beast seem to imply destiny ahead. The loose expression of the collector tightened.

"Here!"

"Oh, my God."

When he was hit in the head with a poke at the end of his bow and turned around, Karen was sticking her lips out and looking at her dissatisfied.

"How dare you look like that. Um, I'm sure you'll decide to revenge on Kokoko bird."

Did they read the depressed mood? If I looked like this, these guys would be anxious, and I tried to make a happy voice out of the bottom of my belly.

"Whoa! So is that. Heh. It stinks forever. What if it doesn't?"

"Uhm. That's our kland. Leave the exposures to me."

"Whoa. Sister Artemisia. It's comforting."

As Artemisia tried to sharply poke the ground with a spear stone poke, Liza deliberately surprised her a little. I don't give a shit about myself.

You got hit once, and before I knew it, you were shrinking your candy. Doesn't look like it, me.

"Ugh! Now it's time to stop him with one shot."

A collector barked in a wild voice with his right hand up to heaven with Sizka hanging. Together, they bravely made a whale wave that sounded so shaky inside the dark cave.

"Kland.Even though you were stoned last time, you gave Cocatrice something close to a fatal injury. But just one point. I want it to be my idea, but this attack. I might have lost it a little late."

"Rudge. I mean, what do you mean!

"We were witnessed by other clan members near the entrance to the hierarchy when we retreated with you. At that time, a little, that. It's really hard to do, but because they stirred me up, I bought into selling words..."

Rudge weakened the glow of his eyes like he was sorry.

"Even the guardian beast did it to Gittangittan, or something, right? Your personality makes me wonder if I can give it back."

"That's right. I mean, the ones who are after us for leftovers might be flattening out first."

At the last moment of petrification, the collector remembered the thoughtful slaughter on the head of Cocatrice.

I think the slaughter I unleashed on Yakeso got to a pretty good point, but I didn't make sure the enemy fell and lay low while I was conscious. The power of the Ancient Twelve Artifacts (Lost High Weapon), which are said to contain the Dungeon's Guardian Beast, is immense. The "brake armor” obtained on the ten tiers is also a bit unimaginable potential, although it is not yet in use.

There's no way the bright adventurers would want to take that away from you. The walls always fall apart from the weak parts. Uhm, roaring, Sizka lowered her voice and whined in her ear.

"Five, no, six. He's following me pretty cleverly. Be careful."

"Nah!

As the collector tried to look back instantly, the momentum pulled his ear well.

"Idiot. That's like declaring you're aware of it. Let it go."

Sizka pointing her lips puffy. Kind of cute.

"Oh, wow."

Rudge, who sensed the interaction, put his index finger on his mouth and looked at his people. Lisa and Karen, signs sensitive elves, shook their necks small and vertical as they moved their long ears tingly.

"The wolf at the front gate. A tiger at the back gate."

"Dear Al. Tigers in the back aren't so good. He's a hyena who tries to shallow and gut leftovers. I'm sorry."

"Nha."

The collector laughed as he slapped Artemisia's ass wide open. Artemisia, who raised her bare voice, is staring at us with her jitsy eyes, but it's not what she found out.

It's bad for Al, but it's a sight to behold. As I did so, I could see a space made of white bones. Finally, the collector thought.

"Mary, Liza. Do as you're told."

"Come on."

"Leave it to me!

He returns a healthy reply with the two of us holding a large package. Rudge, who was listening to it, screamed in a sharp voice as he quickly dropped his posture and played the Book of Magic.

"Here they come! After all, he was still alive. I'm stuck. Whatever you do, stab Todome here. Fake/Flamebomb" Altana Flameburst "!

Rudge's powerful magic of fire attributes was unleashed towards a huge shadow rushing from behind the cave.

The star's magic book Astro Grimoire, which Rudge had, hit Cocatrice, who had propelled an orange blast of flames, as it sparked a white, blinking flash. The screaming sound of a tall woman echoed violently through the cave, deafening her ears.

"Shiatsu tosaka bastard. Today is the day to chop it up and turn it into ramen dashi!

As the collector pulled through the black lion, he leaped right in front of the cocatrice without even showing fright.

I also know that words don't make sense when this is the last time for each other.

The collector intercepted Cocatrice's mouth directly in front of him. I'm not fighting alone. There is a number advantage here.

First, we carefully identified the enemy's condition. Intimidation and killing are visibly increasing, but the injured areas are just not healing, and the movement feels much duller than the first time.

As much as we expected, Cocatrice was not intact again.

Huge overhead to mouth, with huge scars. The red and black chunks of blood were blocking, but the left eye was completely crushed, losing its function.

The price of a petrified attack is not insignificant. but the beast at hand is so ferociously applauded.

I wondered what I could do. With breakthroughs and sword technology, I don't end up with Artemisia or Sizka. The part where I am excellent.

This means resilience that has nothing to do with how much it hurts, and endurance. You don't have to hold yourself back. This clan has a mountain of top fighters who can ace it. You don't even have to feel pointless if you think so. You just have to focus on reducing the health of the beast in front of you.

The gong of the game highs. The time has come to decide whether to win or lose.

Shake the long sword with all your might to the right and to the left. The hard noise of iron and mouth meshing violently is ringing constantly. There was a shock that paralyzed my fingertips with every integration. Definitely. Anyway, the enemy is not the same person. I can't compare my strength, my weight, my toughness.

Perhaps it was a good rest to be stoned.

It's sharp, like all nerves are exfoliated. Even without watching the enemy move, I understood strangely how it would move next. Progress in the world has been extremely slow.

My body gradually warmed up. The illusion that you could keep fighting as much as you want dominates your brain.

The more adrenaline, the better. My feet treading on the ground became as light as the wind.

- I'll settle for you here.

The tide of battle was supreme at once.

When Cocatrice searched for the signs of the treasurer, this time without hesitation, he had used the Devil's Eye.

Closed right eye. Capturing a keeper on a ray radiates petrifying fluctuations. Prior to receiving an invisible wave of Special Attacks, the Caveman was turning his body away in a superhuman motion.

"Not yet!"

Switched in a breathtaking motion with the collector were the Liza & Meryandale pairs. Even after stripping off the cover, the wonderfully polished "Minkana", a delicacy obtained at the Adventurer Alliance Sponsor's "Hilarious Thing”, had a brilliant glow.

(That's Donatello's jizzy! We're not gonna sell Dada anything worth a damn!

The collector smiled nicely as his bones inhaled the finely crushed powder when he thought of the bitter face of the old shopkeeper, who was gracious at the Adventure Tools store.

This magic item is labeled a shield, but does not have the same defense to deal with a physical attack.

It is only a magic mirror that bounces back certain curse waves emitted by the enemy.

Reflected by a magic item called Minkana, Cockatrice rapidly hardens under petrified rays from around her chest. On the lantern lights, the reflected gray feathers instantly turn bright white.

"Ahhh."

Not the kind of women who miss this gap. Artemisia spun the spear of the great Virgin around like a windmill, pounding momentum on Cocatrice's right leg neck.

I heard a giant tree snap, and Cocatrice's upper body swayed. Artemisia's blow destroyed an end that beautifully supported the monster's entire weight, before it was completely skinless.

Just waiting, Karen, who was pulling an elphin bow to the limit, set a goal and cut an arrow and let it go.

When the wind rolled, and the special arrow buried every arrow feather in Cocatrice's remaining right eye, he cut off the devil's eye, which was his greatest weapon.

The tail with the leftover snakehead was finished with the icing of the cock cock by Rudge releasing the magic of the water attribute with utmost calmness.

"That's it, that's it!

Sizka, who was jumping until she reached the ceiling, waved her proud song knife down once and for all.

The blade was slashed to shreds with ease that made little resistance felt when turbulent streams of the Great River were pounded on the defenseless neck root of Cocatrice with the kind of momentum that swallowed pebbles.

Blood smoke erupted and Cocatrice's neck rose. Sizka was void, and as she cleverly rotated her walnuts, she kicked her from the side and slapped her neck off.

"Did it, did it?"

As the treasurer breathed heavily on his shoulders, at last an exhausted guardian beast lay down on the earth, sounding more or less. It hurts so that the sweat flowing into my eyes can paralyze me. Rubbing with the back of his gossip hand, Meryandale knelt right next to him and politely wiped him with a handkerchief.

When she meets her eyes, what a clear face she grins.

- He's a cute one. Hannah, let me give you a round. The treasurer added to her in his heart.

It was only a slight offense, but each of them was sweaty and wet as if they had instantly exhausted their power or watered every face. Looking around, I wonder how scared the tail snake was, Liza kicking through the frozen part of her magic.

Rudge and I got eyes on each other. She walks over in a relaxed foothold as she closes the Book of Magic with a pattan. Somewhere, I could see the color of relief floating in my expression.

"Whatever, now you seem to have fulfilled your revenge"

"No, it seems too early to be relieved"

The collector saw the darkness behind him with his sword on his shoulder.

"- Nah. You know how he is."

"Who!

When Artemisia does what fiercely, the men lurking in the shadows fan out with a twisted grin on each of them. That number, seven. Earlier Sizka's predictions weren't so off.

"That's why I'm not even talking about what's going to happen. Kehihi."

The tough looking man in his mid-twenties or so is shaving his bright red hair up to Mohican to make him stand overhead.

Her upper body is naked and chained with jarring around her neck. It's bone thickness, slightly closer to obesity, but there's no sign of sagging. It was flesh with enough fat to dare. Next to it stood a man of the exact same face, of the same physique, pulling his mouth together into a single letter. This man is also a Mohican, but in contrast, he has a blue color. A ragged lantern floats heavily the tattoos that were carved into the men's chests. It is a plot of a black snake wrapping its own tail around a tunnel. The men lined up so well that they could see the meaning as if they were paintings.

"You, brothers Uroboros!

"You know what, Ryde? - Take it, Rudge!

"Now, I don't know what you've been up to, but those two are little celebrities among adventurers when it comes to the“ carcass stripping ”Uroboros brothers. Bad way."

"Heh. Does the glasses lady know about the ladies? I'm not happy."

Red Mohican spills a laugh with a delightful touch of relief.

"Red was my brother's ondshay, and blue was my brother's parchel. And you. Naturally, I know. That's what I remember about my ex-employee's face."

"Rudge, are you hiring these guys?

"Oh. Not yet, before I meet with Klando, at the fieldwork. However, they behaved so selfishly that they broke the contract along the way."

"Oops. Speaking of which, if you think you've seen it somewhere. I don't care if you call me Kona, you're not a woman teacher who wasn't bored at all. I just touched my ass a little bit, and I almost burned every tent. I was freaking out. Hey, my brother!

The brother of the Uroboros brothers, Ondshay shouted joyfully as he bashed his silent brother in the shoulder.

"- Hmm? Oh, my God, my brother. Speaking of which, I didn't get this lady teacher any compensation back then. But, you know, this teacher is like giving a handful and treasure to a bunch of guys. Yeah? And this is a different issue? Hmm."

"Hey, ondshay. What are you playing alone?"

"No. My brother wants me to apologize for being hurt by Sense's previous actions. I'm sorry to hear that, but I'll forgive you for taking one shot! Sa, there's your tobbled brother. I'll only forgive you for your life, so put the women down and lose them. We're going to celebrate the Guardian Beast Killer Reveal Party and sprinkle it."

Red Mohicans and one of their parties are shaking their bodies by sounding the Guerraggera voice.

"Hey, Rudge. Are they selling fights?"

Sounds like it.

"Nah, it's a bump. Your brother's just talking about shutting up and putting the women down and screwing their asses. Or don't you understand the concern to disappear while you're being gentle?

"Yes."

The treasurer busted a black lion in the belly of a red Mohican on his way still talking. Gusari and buried to such an extent that the tip becomes invisible. It wasn't fatal, but it was enough to fall into inaction.

"Aah. Oh, come on. What the...!"

"I don't mind writing. I want to get rid of the groceries and worship the treasures."

I squeezed my blade tip around. Sounds painful, whining as Karen puts her hand on her mouth.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha. Whoa, whoa, whoa!

"Finally. Yikes."

A collector kicks Red Mohi's hip. The wet blade tip slipped out.

Sizka slammed a song knife in the face of Red Mohi, who poked her both knees doggedly. Zackli and the blade broke the forehead, finely scattering the red blood tide. That was the beginning of the battle.

"It doesn't take all of us. I'll clean it up."

Sizka went with her sword in place. At the same time, as the men dragged the red Mohicans, they were scattered semi-circularly as they surrounded them.

"I'm kidding!

"You suddenly hit me!

"Don't you know mon benevolence of an adventurer, you stupid mon!

"... ha. Unhelpful."

Sizka quickly jumped at the men when she winked at the treasurer, who was exhausted.

"Ugh!

First, the wrist of the man standing in front of him was slashed off. Poking his buttocks as he bleeds red out of his wound. Sizka waved a fine blade to her left to the right as she stepped up on the man's face. The men whose throats were choked fall behind them as they were on their way to pull their swords out of their sheaths.

"Whoa!"

The longest man in the group has swung a heavy gold bar down his head. Sizka waved a song knife in a delicate motion as she pulled herself back slightly and flexed.

"Wow, wow!

The man's stretched, empty arms were beautifully amputated from around his elbow. I can't stand the weight of the gold bars and my arms fall to the ground with a decoy. A man who lost his temper of war raised his blue and black face. but that doesn't matter as much to Sizka as it does to the hairs. A mercilessly glowing blade broke the man's face.

A young boy, who had remained, stormed as he gripped his spear. Sizka shook her wrist fine with a sigh of sigh. The patterned part bounces off and dances in the air.

"Oh, huh?

The boy, who was suddenly deprived of the attack power of his gains in the first shot, looked like a hiccup with a stick of the tip in his hand, without being able to stop suddenly. Sizka waved the curved knife horizontally as she grabbed the center of the pattern with her left hand with gash. The boy's throat was cut with a piece of noodle skin left behind and his head hung backwards with a gakun. legs. Sizka, when he put a foot payment on the boy, let him fall. The spear soldier without his neck fell forward to lay low and made a block of blood.

All that remained were blue Mohicans, and Purshell, brother of the Uroboros brothers.

"What, these guys. It's just your mouth, Othi."

I think you guys are just too strong.

Rudge, who was moisturizing his throat with the contents of a water bottle, responded to his lack of interest. It is no longer an entirely easy win mode.

When the blue Mohican removed the chained copper from his waist, he began to turn around. The fractional copper on the tip was about twenty centimeters in size, and if eaten properly, it seemed likely to have the power to destroy the skull with one blow.

"Woman. Not quite. But you'll regret it. I didn't expect you to use this, the brother of the Uroboros brothers, even this special copper of mine, called the Reaper Purshell. It's over. Temei is over."

"Come quickly."

"Don't lick it! Ndaaaa!

Purshell has thrown the chain-split copper he was turning when he raised his voice as tall as a monkey. That, only then, strikes Sizka at considerable speed.

"Crap."

"Nah!"

Sizka, when thrown away, shook the song knife down diagonally with unstoppable speed in her eyes.

A metal noise rang and the copper on the tip of the chain flew toward the ceiling.

It is motion vision to tremendous. If you look closely, Sizka was leaking a yawn as she held her mouth down with less one hand of boredom "ahhh......" Purshell laughed low as she fell from her knees on the spot with a desperate face.

"Don't do it quite. But you're an unlucky woman, too. I didn't expect my brothers to use this hand."

"Is there anything yet?

When Sizka walked up to Mend, his brother, Red Mohican, who still had breath, came to great momentum and raised his right hand to control it.

"Wait -! Wait, wait! If you come near me, it's not good. That's not good. Whoa!

"What is it?"

Sizka's eyes are anointed with confusing colors. The collector was filled with the desire to see what began.

"Woman. Wouldn't you like to see it? I wonder what my brothers are going to do."

"Nothing."

Sizka was only cool.

"Humans, you're done losing interest. Whoa!

"I want to see it."

The collector spoke out from the side.

"If that's what Klund is."

"Hey, whoa! Because I only do it once. Look at my brother's special attack."

What the hell begins? Nothing, it's not a one-strike, so I'll set eyes on Rudge, Karen, and Liza in case anything happens, and arrange to be able to do a backup fire at any time.

"I'm sorry -!"

Special Attack of the Uroboros Brothers.

- It was a dungeon full of spirits, with no shame, no hearsay. The collector did not doubt that the habit of the earthly seat was ancient in Japan, but knew that there was a part of it that was quite similar to the Earth in the similarity of the culture we see here as choosy. If you look closely, it's a little different from the Japanese groundhound system. He was posing in obedience, rubbing his forehead on the ground the same, but sliding his hands against the ground, returning his palms and saying, "I have no weapon whatsoever."

"Ugh. Forgive me."

"Boki, I don't want to die."

Forgive me, forgive me, and the big man begging for his life as he cried and cried, and Sizka came back with a frightened face, too, that he had been drained of poison.

"What can I do?

"What are we going to do? Mendoxes already. I can't help but slay a dog colo. Yep. Hey, Brother Mohican. I'll forgive you specially this time, so get lost."

"Is it true! Thank you!

As the collector followed the dog, gesturing his way over firmly, despite considerable serious injuries, his brother, Red Mohican, left the scene as he quickly rotated his legs.

Behind it, my brother follows. In addition, some men follow him while only having their wrists slashed. Only the collectors and unspeakable corpses were left around.

"Really, what is it?

Sizka went.

- I don't care if you ask me. The collector thought there were as many unintelligible people as there were.

"Until you get the treasure, it's an attack."

The zodiac sniffled, looking at Rudge's ass leading the way, and thought that. The shooting of the guardian beast, Cocatrice, should have ruled out the fundamentals, the marvel of the boss room.

"Whoa, whoa. How many of these crates?"

A huge stone door emerged as we passed through the space that Cocatrice was protecting. Pushing them all together, they were aligned there, as if countless chests were waiting for adventurers.

"Sometimes, sometimes"

"Okay, Liza. Wait a minute. I'll keep it until Rudge's search is over."

The collector was holding Liza's head aside to stop her from opening sooner as she was investigating whether there were any traps in the crate or in Rudge's detective magic.

"Okay, no particular problem. You can open it."

Yay, and everyone approaches the treasure chest. There it is, the cackling yellow voice goes up.

Most of the treasures were precious metals and seemed to be of tremendous value to Pa, but Meriandale had a subtle face.

"What have you done?

"Hmm. It seems to break everyone's dreams and I don't sneak. These may not be so valuable."

"I guess. Honestly, it's full of scum."

Karen, a royal of elves and accustomed to seeing precious metals, slipped Kinkiki's necklace from her palm to the inside of the box with a chilled expression. According to Meryandale's appraisal, even selling off the collected amount is about 100,000 P (pounds) at best. Though, normally, it's a lot of money enough, but if you try it as a family of collectors, this degree would soon disappear with food costs...... something.

"Hmm."

"Oh, no, what are you nibbling at, Mr. Rudge?"

"Look, Klando! This is an ancient twelve artifact (Lost Highway Weapon), sealed on twenty levels. It's a dividing instrument!

"Uh, so you let everyone grab the scum, and you were just after the big guy yourself. I thought it was weird."

"Don't do anything bad to people. Anyway, I don't know what this guy's worth to them."

What a terrible thing to say.

"But, Klando. I asked Rudge for an explanation, but this dividing instrument is amazing."

Artemisia, not interested in much treasure, took herself out.

"Heh. Ho. So, what the hell is this?

The celestial separator has a pedestal on a sphere about fifteen centimeters in size. As Rudge seemed to be good at it, touching the surface of the sphere brightened two light points and a route like a path map.

"Oh my God, this is it! In this palm size, where we are and! The route that's been taken will be noted!

(What, like GPS? Are you saying that this light point indicates the current position and the end point of the hierarchy, i.e. the goal? In this world, it's like magic...)

Blah, it's a super cheat item. In fact, having obtained this, the Collectors crowned the attack of the Labyrinth of the Half Abyss (Last Elusion).

(Wow, Rudge's shabby is too awesome. Now, it's not unusual in Japan to kill yourself if you're about to say something)

Rudge danced through the room with Kurunori when he held the dividing instrument in his hands like a little girl. I'm not sure. Liza joins the dance laughing, too. It contrasted with the gaze that didn't make you feel the temperature of Sizka or Artemisia.

"All right, if it's over."

- With all the twists and turns, the Collectors succeeded in the "complete" attack and defensive beast crusade of the less than twenty tiers before them.