Dungeon+Harem+Master

It is a dungeon twenty-first hierarchy. When the collector was fully equipped, he took Rudge, Pordina, Lacey, Hilda, Loulou, and Karen and stepped back into the dark, sad labyrinth where the gloomy smell stood. The avant-garde is served by the collector and Pordina. He placed a healer Hilda and Rudge serving the chain of command in the middle guard and placed Lacey and Karen in the rear guard. Loulou, as usual, uses his lightness to make enemies forward.

(Speaking of which, the performance of each clan announced by the Alliance on New Year's Eve has taken apart a pretty powerful team around here. Ma, it's been almost five months since then, and I don't think I'll ever be guzzled in the same place)

There has been some trouble, but it has taken nearly six months to attack about ten layers. Calm down, traps, monsters and other clutter will increase as you go down. You saw a shadow of impatience in the zodiac's face, as Rudge came by and whispered.

"There's no need to be in such a hurry. Rather, from now on, we'll catch up with the rest of the clan in no time."

"What the hell. You're so confident."

"Have you forgotten? We have this."

When Rudge took out the pedestal cross-world portable navigation, which would fit in palm size, he let him squeeze one eye while placing his index finger on his lip.

The super item "Heavenly Separator" obtained in this twenty tier overwhelmingly guides the collectors in their favor until the end of the adventure, but they still don't know its true value.

"Whatever. What I can use is Don. I'm going to take advantage of it, Captain Rudge. Say hello!

"I don't know. You really don't seem to understand how awesome this is."

It is a cheat item if it is blasted. All the other clans have to do is walk the route indicated by the Tian Yuan Separator, with the wet marching on their asses while mapping by Sikoshiko handwriting.

One row proceeded to mark the light point indicated by the Heavenly Separator through the dark dungeons, which were also light in footsteps.

"Mr. Klando. I'll come."

"All right, come on!

Loulou, who was running the opponent, returns quickly for a report. What we haven't seen in a dungeon in a long time was a group of amorphous life form monsters called gel species that are not otherwise uncommon.

"It's Red Gel. These guys seem to harden themselves in the situation. Everybody, fight carefully."

Rudge screamed as he untied the magic book.

Red Gel, a demon whose entire body is distributed throughout the red and black dungeons.

It was about the size of a medium-sized dog, but the number of stuck together was high. Zach, look at those twenties.

This time the avant-garde is the only one with the collector and Pordina, and quite meticulous.

"Your husband. I'll take care of this place. This is who I am!"

"Wait. Don't protrude alone!

Pordina waved up a huge warhammer, trying to show off a good spot without even hearing the stopping of the collector, beating Red Gel in the middle of a dense dot. One hit special.

In the first place, the demons of the Gel lineage are weak layers that deserve the bottom of the pyramid when it comes to ecosystems in the dungeon. The momentum of just one shot, Pordina pinned her overhead dog ear, bravely adding an attack, but the moment the plane of the battle hammer hit the red gel, the dull sound sounded like a slap of steel.

"Hmm?

"Pordinagh!"

The cry of the collector was also vain, and the red gel, which cured the body by a critical situation, glided towards Pordina with tremendous leap power, as if the bullet had been struck out of the ground.

A fierce wrinkle stopped between Pordina's brows, tackled by Moro from above the apron. Red Bull turns his body into a lead-like stiffness, attacking external enemies.

Continuously, two arrows and three arrows and countless bullets turned into monsters strike defenseless Pordina.

If we keep watching in silence, the bones of Pordina's entire body will be crushed and like jellyfish without being left behind. The collector switched positions by hugging him to the side of Pordina's hips. Cross your hands forward with your sword at the same time.

(Damn, the bones on both arms are crazy -!)

"Wind King Bullet Streak (Windbret)!"

"Fake/Flameshell" Altana Flameball "!

It was by the magic of wind and fire, unleashed by Rudge and Cullen, who had refrained from rearing the treasurer.

When the flaming bullets, stirred by strong winds and gaining momentum, swallowed up the impending black red bull, they knocked them off to the ground, with a single hair in between.

"Now, Klando! They can't cure their epidermis for a while."

"Information Thanx, Rudge"

I see. When they jump, the gels, who were discoloring the surface to black, are now seared in the fire of sorcery and back to their original reddish colors.

"Come on."

When the collector even pulled out the long sword "Black Lion," he fortunately stroked it from one end to the other. And just as Pordina was sturdy. As she stroked around her belly with her face over the apron, she began to strip off her beastiality and slap her hammer against the gels.

In the mole beating procedure, the gels get puffed and crushed. This was accompanied by reinforced shooting by Loulou and Karen, who, by chance, scattered the carcasses all over the place and the Red Bull herd crumbled.

"Pordina, Daijibu"

"Your husband, as much as this, what is it?"

"Hey. Wound pills, heal Pordina quickly. Ugh."

"Uh, yes, yes, Mr. Klund. And when you called me, you called me Chan and Hilda cute. Because if you don't, your motivation will be shredded. It hurts. It hurts."

Hilda waves her wand and exercises the sacred magic of healing on Pordina. A blue-white, warm power of God's grace struck out of Pordina, who was pounding one knee and causing pain.

"Wow. Is this the power of magic......!

"Heh. Hilda is super competent!

Pordina patted her eyes as she stood up and pretended her tail to the left and right. The tail was progressively increasing its sway width and claiming to be "healthy, energetic".

"Doesn't it hurt? Can you walk? If you can't, what are you gonna do, go home and go to the hospital already?

"Sorry for the inconvenience. But I'm fine now."

"I'm sorry. I didn't know you'd be so picky. All right, all right."

"Ah..."

When the collector hugged Pordina, Mr. Mutsgoro also took a face-losing skinship. She put her ears to sleep and sounded her sweet nose "Huh".

"Hey, hey. Still, I just fought a little bit, but that's not too spoiled, is it? Oicola."

Hilda bit into the treasurer's much-natured hiccups. The other members also noticed that they were looking at themselves cuddled with a white look, and the possessor moved away from Pa and Pordina. Remainingly, as she reached out, she drooled her tail.

Taking just a short break, he started acting again. After a narrow path lasted for a while, the Tian Yuan Separator eventually led us together to a certain end.

"What the hell. Isn't this machine book broken?

"No, the route has been instructed to leave."

Rudge stuck to the rock wall in front of him with the utmost calm and scrutinized it.

"Hey, I can hear the wind here."

Karen the elf pointed to a point on the wall as she piqued her long ear. Pordina also had a strange look on her face as she moved her nose closer to the rock skin and felt something. The subhuman Elves and Wolves of War (Wearwolves) feel much better than normal humans.

"All right, Pordina. Hit the wall."

"Roger, my lord."

When Pordina shook up the giant hammer of war, she slammed momentum into a point where she felt uncomfortable.

The dull noise sounded and the dirt splashed all over the place. Hilda and Lacey hide in the back of the treasurer. There, as Rudge said, was certainly a hidden passageway leading ahead with his mouth wide open.

"Look, I'm right."

"I doubt it. - I'm glad. Okay, let's move on."

The path was width and height that could only be walked one by one. Would the loose curve have lasted about an hour? Loulou, who was walking ahead, came running back for a small run and told me with excitement that there was a stone staircase leading downstairs immediately ahead.

"Hey, are you serious? It's only noon."

"Huh! Liar. Are you following me already? Ha, ha."

Lacey is stunned as she blinks her big eyes. The collectors made such a quick move about what the vicious struggle in the dungeons had been before that they instantly passed through the twenty-first hierarchy.

"Well, don't go!

"Say it. Guys, keep going Rudge"

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no Normally, I have to stay at least one night to get further down, but at this speed, everyone still has strength and I have no problem moving forward.

"Fucking hell!

With that in mind, Karen, who was walking around the rear of her nose singing, fell with a pitiful voice like a cat caught in a car. No, if you look back, you didn't fall. He's got his leg and neck bitten with his mouth every boot by a bird that resembles a bizarre bald stag that flew up on his bipedal foot.

This weird bird named Greyhead is a monster that lives only in dungeons. It was about one hundred and sixty centimeters in size and had the habit of digging hard rock beds with his mouth to build a nest and hunting small animals into staples.

"Let go. Yikes. Holy shit!"

"Princess."

Loulou changes his blood phase and throws a knife at Karen's pinch, the Lord.

but when Greyhead made a noise and spread the wings, he instantly slammed several knives down to the ground without even a sharp blade tip or anything.

"It's a back-attack. Switch!"

He is replaced by Hilda and Lacey, whose collectors and Pordina, who were avant-garde, panic. As the collector dared to cut into trying to save Karen, who was hanging, he ate a greyhead thrust flanking his neck stuck out of the darkness on the side and fell miserably from his face.

"Crando. This guy, still eat this -!"

Rudge opened the false and water-current sword Altana Aquasword, a water attribute magic with only one hand of the Book of Magic, toward the head of the greyhead. A stream of water graced by a clean spirit struck the monster as a runoff of sharp, sharp swords. When the greyhead was chopped into dust by a blade of high density water, as if it were still this, it fell and lay dogged on the spot as it flooded with red and black blood tides, meat and fragments of the cerebral marrow.

"Huh!

While the collector was standing on the ground, Karen managed to pull her legs out of her boot and escape the state of the universe.

In an attempt to remedy an earlier lapse, Pordina waves a warhammer and hits the greyhead. Heavy and mighty destructive, the hammer destroyed the greyhead, which covered his body with wings in an attempt to defend himself, with such ease as to smash down a sandy castle. It is a mince. The fierce Pordina, without showing any mercy, turned into a god and continued to attack.

One, two, three, and. When the strange birds were fed the hammers, after the attack was over, they stopped functioning as if they had been trampled on the muddy fields, with meat chunks kneaded with blood and fat.

Now. After slaughtering the two greyheads, one row of the possessors made sure the damage was minor (* slightly scuffed by Karen) and dived further into the depths.

(Nevertheless, humans in this world walk as often as they are impressed)

When exploring a dungeon, they or they walk a lot on a daily basis, even if they are almost moving while awake. I've relied on one of my own legs for every move since I was a kid, so it's something else from the basic specs.

No, from a loose generation of collectors, it was almost enough to think of it as a different kind of organism. The strength of the ankle is forged out of the kettle, even apart from the civilians who can always work heavily.

Even if the child has been punished or cannot be removed, it is fine to walk ten kilometers without sunshine. It was a human area unrelated to metabolism.

Sometimes I find it "tight" in a collector who has recently finally gotten used to the length of everyday walking time to the anomaly. But they don't have it. It was convenient not to say "I had legs" or "I can't walk anymore".

As I walked very, very soundly, I went out into the open space. Around, the light of a special cockerel that is dense enough to ensure visibility without the use of lanterns.

It was the remains of a huge ancient site, similar to the Greek temple of Parthenon, that was spreading in front of the collectors. Full of space, that's the distracting number of stone columns forested. The white columns are filling everything in front of you, so much so that you can't see the other side.

"What the hell, you're going crazy"

"You're driving me crazy with your sense of direction"

I exhaled much longer as Hilda tipped the pillar at the end of the cane.

"But I'm fine. We have this."

Rudge takes out the natural separator and starts tapping.

"Seriously, you appreciate that. By the way, you guys can't leave Rudge's sister. I didn't. Okay, get back on your mind, get in."

Walk between and between regular lined stone columns. At first, even the women who were raped and chatting became silent in the meantime. The air is dry. At his feet, the decaying or cracked stone floors were scattered by the way, and several people with scattered concentration were about to fall.

"Look, Klando."

"Whoa, that's good."

I saw several corpses of whiteboned adventurers with their backs in the shadow of columns where Rudge turned to the Book of Magic.

"Probably starved to death, lost in the way. Holla, take a look. their dog tags. Much older. From now on, maybe twenty years ago. This is a barren area where you get lost quite easily, unless you have a mapper with a good sense of direction."

"It's not that creepy."

"I don't know what to say in its place, but it looks like there are few monsters either. I guess it's because I hardly ever get to live with the prey I eat all the time. Well, I tried my best to get a good distance today, and I suggest it's time to get ready for camp. I wonder."

"Uh-huh. So I guess I'll stay in this corner today. All of you, then. Prepare to stay in Ten."

At the behest of the collectors, everyone began to prepare for the camp. Setting up the big tent, Pordina and Lacey, plus Karen took the lead in getting dinner ready.

"Uhm. I'm so, so sorry. All I could do was give up Mr. Klund like this."

"You need to help now."

"Aww. Aren't you kidding? You don't have anything to do with it. Ugh, looks like Mr. Klund's been on DV lately. I'll appeal to the church."

"Look. Hilda, don't play with me. Keep Camad on fire."

"Pi."

Hilda had managed to reason and try to skip the cooking, but was pulled off as she drifted to Lacey, who shrugged her towel around her sister. When the collector sat down on the floor table, he made a small burning fire at his feet and a small portable kettle to make hot water.

"If I had a couple ramen, I'd eat them in a connection. Let's start with some tea."

When the collector made white water in my cup, he created a dummy cocoa by adding the same brown powder and sugar in the cocoa, called coniconigrass, from inside the bag. The flavor was endlessly cheesy because it was only a dummy.

While we're at it, dinner's done.

The collector laughed haha and flattened the torso soup and cheese risotto, the stir-fried dried vegetables and the broiled oversized ham when the cod was baked.

"Ha. The thickness of this pig, he looks like Hilda's belly."

"Ugh, it's a lie -! My stomach isn't that rounded. Request correction."

I fell asleep after Ij Hilda appropriately. With a large number of stone columns, simple junctions were easy to apply. If something comes close, it is a trick where a special demonic stone affixed to the shadow of a pillar sounds.

Sleep breaks are alternated in pairs. The collector fell asleep quietly after the shrubs were often flanked, nodding his face at Pordina's chest, and sticking his face into Karen's lowered hair to smell it.

In particular, although the time of rest is not constant, everyone was set to sleep for at least seven hours.

The next day, it was the giant with the huge first eye who attacked a line during the tent withdrawal.

Cyclops. It was also nearly double the size of individuals previously fought by the collectors throughout Silver Villago. Cyclops grabbed up Pordina, a pocan, with one hand, with an unparalleled speed from a giant that reached seven metres.

"Hey, you've got to be kidding me, Conoyalo! Let go of Pordina!

The collector barks hard into him, but he almost instantly gets kicked over because of the blood on his head. The collector turned his eyes, slamming his head against one of the stone columns as he rotated corny with ease like a jewel dog bullied intact.

Even as we do this, over the head, Pordina is roaring yeah to get out of the hands of Cyclops.

Even as Loulou threw the knife quickly, his abs covered in thick muscle armor were kerosene to see if he didn't feel as much pain as his hair even with half the blade stabbed.

Cyclops inverted as he held Pordina in his arms as he restrained the wandering collectors in a depressing roar.

The first giant gradually increases his speed and moves away with a cleverly stone pillar. Rudge, who decided to lose sight of it, quickly turned the Book of Magic, and magically cast it to the foot of the Cyclops to form a mud pond. It is a sorcery similar to earthly attributes. The white-footed cobblestone immediately turned into a sea of burnt brown sticky mud and swallowed the right foot of the cyclops to the knee area.

Now was the chance, and the zodiac jumped big as he flipped his coat, slashing the hairy back like a giant's tenderness into a single letter. The sound of giggling bone rubbing rings. Did the giant just fit into this, too, dropping Pordina from hand.

When the giant loses his balance, he falls on the stone pillar, finally pushing down Merrimeri and that in front of him. White dust stood around and my vision grew cloudy.

Gu, and the angry roar rises from the cyclops. Giants have made expressions of indignation, staring at each other with a grudging eye.

"Karen, now! Eyes, aim for eyes!

I'll take care of it. Ugh.

Karen quickly shot into the giant's defenseless eyes as she led an arrow to Elfinbow, who was good at it.

The windy magical arrow pierced the cyclops' eyeball to the point where the feathers barely remained.

Not only did this happen, the giant also exclaimed violently as he held down the center of his face with both hands.

Being held to his torso, Pordina, who was coughing, gave it overhead with both hands using her entire body of stone columns, which had now fallen just short of chance. The stone columns lifted with a stray force all the way out of the ordinary track, yes, and were slammed hard by the bald head of the cyclops.

Ooh, and the crushing sound of a large trailer colliding in the front. The zodiac, now running up the back of a giant with both knees on the ground, flashed a black lion and slapped his neck root just once. A large amount of blood tide erupts from the cutting surface of the giant, like a geyser. As the collector cleverly cut the dragonfly and left the giant, he wiped the sweat gushing on his forehead with his hands flat, and, uh, exhaled heavily.

"Why is that all of a sudden gushing out? Really, the labyrinth is a lawless place."

"Walk without sticking. Holla, we're here now."

As the collector walked in a gutsy manner, he had sometime made his way through the stone pillar zone to reach the visible spot of the staircase leading downstairs. Less than an hour has passed since the fierce battle with the Cyclops. It was a terrible ability to navigate the celestial separator.

Continue diving. twenty-three hierarchies. Now, rarely, it was a compartment with a neat passage. And I don't feel like it's the first time.

"We've discovered the enemy shadow! I'm going to put about eight together."

"Now you're Crab."

Prepare your enemies with Loulou's report. It was a crab monster about one hundred and sixty centimeters tall, the Great Club, that held back the treasurers.

Rudge says we don't have all that vicious properties together as long as we watch out for the "paralytic" bubbles that spit out of our mouths.

Here, Pordina, equipped with a striking warhammer, showed the great work of the octagonal six-arm. A bright red armor crushes an army of bright crabs in his eyes. Karen, Rudge fired a witchcraft and bow and arrow cover from the rear, and Lacey sang the "Nemuri's" curse, significantly reducing enemy advances.

It seems that Lacey's song, a half with the Water Spirit (Seylane), acts more on the body of the enemy than on the meaning found in the wording, by means of magic engulfed in tune. At this time, it can be understood that the higher the intelligence of the enemy monster, the more effective it is, and that it is relatively difficult to work with gel species in the soft system.

The Great Club of the Eight, which stopped moving in muddy sleep, was quickly annihilated.

"I wish I could."

Heal Pordina's Strike, where Hilda has almost taken on enemy attacks in the front.

I wondered what would happen, but as a healer she was really competent and dedicated.

"Is that it? What's up? Ha ha, now, my Mother of Mercy, let's go to a clear waist full of love."

"No, I always thought you'd be glad to work this much."

"Terrible."

"No, no, I appreciate it. Hannah, let's raise the circle. That's why."

"Eh heh."

As the collector stroked Hilda's head from the top of her headscarf, she narrowed her eyes and smiled.

"But what..."

"What?"

Create an attitude where Lacey, who was walking next door, shines her crisp eyes and listens. I think she's really good at this sort of thing. Sexy with plump, matte lips.

"Even without them, we're the only ones that look good," he said.

"Klund doesn't have to be like that. Awesome! I'm sure Krander's the only one who hasn't had a dungeon attack."

"Mmm. Hehe, I guess. I guess so. haha."

"Simple"

Karen squeaks softly with her jitsy eyes, but it's as if she's not audible to the keeper on track.

"Lacey is right. With your husband's prestige, ignorant demons will compete to disperse and surrender."

"... Pordina, you do that for real. Shit. I'm pretty serious about this."

Rudge speaks to the dog-eared maid who joyshows her husband drummedly, but her eyes, like the fanatics, emitted a clear glow so strongly that nothing more could be done.

"But this portable navigation is really well done,"

"Mm-hmm. What's a portable navigation?

"No, I'm talking about this one"

"Right."

Rudge, so to speak, was once again enthusiastic about the dividing instrument at hand. It is as if she is a high school girl whose spirit has been taken over by a smartphone. The surface of the well polished crystal sphere leaks "oh", "ah", etc. Other members don't seem to be very interested in these intrusive devices, and when they listen, they are enthusiastic about fashion, the food shops they have recently found, and the handsome knights they have seen in the city.

Well, that's normal. From Rudge, I was wondering if I'd cry if I took it away from him.

Walk even in frustration. Especially since I didn't even meet the enemy, when I asked Loulou a few questions about sword care, she let the collector unfold her theory for almost two hours without pinching a single mouth.

Honestly, I'm already hungry, or Karen, who I saw along the way, controlled me, "You, be about to," but Loulou, as if he was possessed of something, derailed from the knife story and continued to talk about his hometown village and the fact that he had recently gained a little weight from eating too much. The collector turned it into a fully automatic nodding machine along the way.

Thus, when the collector was giving thought to the formation of the earth and the rise and fall of the world, he arrived at the descent point leading to the twenty-fourth hierarchy. Sometimes the equipment broken by the Cyclops and three layers could be attacked in two days, and stretching the transfer line in the inconspicuous spotlight separated the adventure.