Dungeon+Harem+Master

Strong pain is running all over my body. The collector began to quietly examine the damage to his whole body as he inhaled deeply. Falling from a fairly high spot, it was done to this extent because the body was entangled in the branches of the trees along the way, which in some ways reduced the rate of falling.

outside the arena. He was also lucky to have fallen directly above a stall arranged narrowly on the boulevard. The skewer's jerk is calling out in a big voice. The unique smell of vanilla from the Romles beating his nostrils intensely made it from all over the garment. Apparently, I turned the pot upside down.

All kinds of wild dogs are searching for meat pieces and vegetables that are scattered across the road, black tea with bellies and red tea. Are you shaky? You gourmet bastards.

"Oh, shit. He's still alive."

"Whoa, over here from that height. Bakemon. That's a life-force."

When the treasurer drove away the wild horses, who rose and stood tall, he counted the contents by putting his hand in the money bag on his hips with an allure on the ground. Apparently, Lacey snuck it up for me. A foodie and a woman with a dime is the last mesh seed for a man.

"... bad, Oyaji. Get the reimbursement out of this purse. Take the missing portion later from Nelly the Adventurer Guild. Speaking of which, Klander told me, I'm fine."

The collector throws a purse at a stall dude, like that.

"Whoa, wait, wait! You can't have this much."

"Too much to complain about. It's no big deal. Well, then, yeah. Let me borrow your shoulders to the entrance to the arena."

"That's how much I'll give you for free."

My whole body is rattled. No more doubts. It was proven that the dangerous ones that breathed Godrum inside were ujaculated.

The collector strongly pictured the crest on his chest. The bones aren't broken, but they don't instantly get to full speed. When I saw it, there was a stunning cut in my shoulder and I was gnawed. I was getting a beautiful blow from Earthpane before I even noticed it. That would also be an attack in that strongly acidic state where everything dissolves, not when it's a black chunk.

(Holy shit, this is poison......! Plus, the one half as intense as you are. It doesn't make sense to recover.)

The alien man named Earth Payne used a strange proprietary psychic technique, just like Raffaello, once painfully defeated by the collector.

Apparently, high-ranking evil priests such as the Thirteenth Priest have their own mode of transformation full of originality at number eighteen.

Fraud.

Even though we don't have the effortless power cheats like Transformation Heroes. At best, it's just a little hard to die. God is unfair, the Zodiac thought.

The problem arose at the entrance to the arena. The attendant won't let the treasurer through. Pordina keeps all tickets for guests only in bulk. Anyway, you need an amount of money to watch it.

"I'm here. There's a miserable person like you trying to get in by lying poor."

"Oh, my God! I said I was just like that! Didn't you see that? Let's get out of here."

"Hmm. So? Which one of you came out? North or south? I'll tell you what, this arena has only two entrances and exits from a crime prevention standpoint. Naturally, when you're out temporarily, you're getting bookkeeping, and there's not a single human out there since noon, is there? Mostly, right now, we're in the middle of a finals match on schedule. It's impossible, isn't it? Ha. Argumentative Arguments"

"So, I, uh... Through the window."

"What? There's no way you can get in and out of a window. Are you a pigeon or something? [M] Holla, come on, Poop!

The attendant's middle-aged man showed how stressful he was every day, his hands flickering across the universe and dancing in the sky. The collector almost, reflexively, gooped the attendant's cheek.

The attendant said, "Aytwow?," he shouted with a strange squeal, falling unnecessarily as he pushed down the long desk. In doing so, you struck me in the spine, and I let myself twist down to you with a crying call.

"Hey, what are you doing? Mi, gentlemen. This man is going to work against me."

"Damn it, you fucking mess! I don't have time to play with Temei. Get out of the way! Victoria's in a big pinch with the goddamn drums!

"Ki, Xama. Absent of that, calling the public aside deserves disrespect - noob."

The collector greeted the attendant with a tookick at his mouth, which he called again. It's a hard shoe that's morbidly struck to the tip even though it's iron. The man's yellowish turbulent pile teeth scattered together and danced to the ground.

"Wait a minute. If that story is true, let me tell you more."

Shoulder grabbed. Looking back. It's a young woman's voice.

"Ahem? Right now, we're in the wrong place, huh?"

"Ah, ah, are you..."

As the collector paid off his fingers and looked back, there was a horde of boneless men dressed in obnoxious armor. It's obvious if you look at the crest. The crying child is also the face of the Knights of the Phoenix who shut up.

but that's not where the collector was surprised.

Castella Castelmanho is a female knight with a strong light in her eyes, adorable drop-shaped earrings on berry shorts.

He was once the person I didn't really want to meet in a stuffed situation like this one, where the collector remembered to publicly and greatly shame him.

"It's Alexei. Why, ahhh. This is the kind of place you'd put it in!

(Shh. Yabe. No, you used a pseudonym for this brainy flower garden)

Castella shook her hips, "How fateful!" He shouts.

- Is it fateful? Am I doomed to be erased?

"It's Castella. Yours, Castella. Alexei."

"Oh, wow."

My lower back feels drawn as I receive a bishi bash directly from the front of my gaze with mysterious fever.

Sure, this woman's two swords should have been quite troublesome. I don't want to waste my time being the first to slash each other. I'm more worried about everyone than anything else. Ichi or bee. Let's ask sincerely and wholeheartedly. The collector spoke out in full anticipation of the time so that he could walk away at any time.

"Castella, listen to me very carefully. I'm serious."

"Ha. Pretty much, you're coming with chopped wings!

Castella leaned over with a rash, but the other knights watched with cold eyes. Anyway, when it comes to dressing as a collector, something so terrible is so dirty that you can hardly see it.

The clothes and coats that Pordina had stretched out wrinkles to "be clean and clean" with her soul, her hair combed and tidied with a ", and the aftermath of the fighting and falling had been unbroken.

A decent human would not even want to hear his mouth with this, as if he looked ninety-five minutes. In other words, for the Knights of the Phoenix, the presence of the Cavaliers only seems to be an unreliable man who is trying to get in without being forced to intimidate the staff of the good arena.

but somehow only Castella, our own head, is blind. Now it is impossible to understand.

But the nobleman in question is pedigree. They at the bottom are unacceptable against Mr. Castella's Castelmanho family.

"Godrum shit is raging around in here. I'm the only one who can save your Victoria, the chosen hero."

"Mm. Copy that."

In immediate recognition, the faces of the Knights of the Phoenix said, "Wait a minute!" and raise the voice of protest while fully linking consciousness, "but the interpretation is lower nobility. Mr. Castella, it is unacceptable to defy your Castelmanho family. Thus, with the cooperation of Castella, the collector made a dignified re-entry from the north entrance to the arena. Until good.

I can't get through. In the morning, when I pass by, the passage, which was normal, is melted in guchugs and impassable in all directions, as if it were candy dissolved under intense heat lines. The translucent membrane was stretched so as to block the passage.

It was also too late for the collector to stop it, what is this thing and one knight touched his hand. Almost instantaneously, the knight's armor melted, easily dissolving clothes and eroding to the skin. The knight appeared spotted all the way to his face as he looked, and when he spat out his mouth like a crab, he fainted on the spot.

It is undoubtedly the work of Earth Pane. He can gel the flesh, and he also combines toxins that are resistant to its mucus-like substances.

At Castella's suggestion, he immediately turned to the south entrance, but there was a different atmosphere. Seven or eight year old boys and girls sit around and don't let the knights through. They talked about one thing and quickly understood that they were followers brainwashed by the Godrum Church.

Neither can they, who are good at force pushing, push ahead by killing them unarmed and desirable. In doing so, the rear approached the soldiers of the Godlum denomination who appeared as if they were Yunxia.

Only fifteen knights Castella was leading at this time. There's no way I'm going to take a delay on a soldier with a tendon who let an amateur carry a weapon, but it's hard to handle a long one on a narrow. All this time, a small knife is much better to take around than a long sword you can rely on on on on in the battlefield. The knights were half pressed and in a mood with ticks and small cuts, even if they were not fatal.

"What do you want me to do!

Retreated here, the collector barked hard. One of the fanatics hits me with a stick so I can reverse people's emotions. I paid my feet to roll, stomped on my face and powerless.

As I stepped on the estate, I came to one conclusion.

(I didn't see anything. There are no cute kids here. Oh, my God, it's not like I'm gonna slap you from one end to the other. It's just that Suko- let me slip through the side in a rough way for a while. That's just the story)

"Ugh. Forced breakthrough."

The collector could carry a stick on his shoulder. I let him go.

"Are you insane, you are! You can't see those lambs, who have been sacrificed for adult paranoia!

Castella left with a wounded face with two swords. The collector says to bite and include the head of her nose as she presses it with her index finger to make the little one listen good.

"Don't be superior, Castella. If I keep looking at my hands like this, what will happen to those who are hungry...! I can't believe it doesn't work in this world."

"But heh!

It stays in Castella's eyes. The knights who were staring at it sideways thought, "What's the veracity of what you're saying in the first place?" But the hordes of fanatics who attacked me defeated them without leaving any trace of their emotions or their humanity.

"Please, make me a man here."

When I held Castella's shoulder, I looked at her face and gave her a hint of impatience.

"Yes, roger."

- Are you sure you don't want to go through heaven?

Castella's maiden circuit growls gummy and her eyes change to heartmarks. The sailor, mercilessly after this, pushed through the deserted field as he kicked down the children of the flock. Naturally, the knights with the hearts of men could not follow.

I don't know what this feels like... I knew I wasn't convinced.

Meryandale stood on the podium as one, the winner. The surrounding audience has thrown booming to awesome. She watched a storm of narrow, flying curses somewhere else.

What else? Because Meryandale has won without a single seemingly competing battle.

Opponent Citrus in Game Three abstains.

The champion's callous, three-period winning streak, Veysel Bromstrand, the opponent of the semi-final second game, ran out of time without responding to the referee's call, taking the form of a winning name without showing up.

Nevertheless, in the finals, Victoire, the provisional winner of the tournament and the most match-like match, naturally did not go to the game, and the roll went up, and Meryandale, who was not even thought to be the eye of the typhoon, moved on to the comma.

This doesn't convince me of stick lemonade, spear marchano, hand-to-hand fighting regis, etc. who played a decent game.

Tons of tongues and tongues of shoes, freshly made, climbed onto a podium still fragrant of wood.

So I first saw the Silver Star Cup up close.

"Wow..."

It was a luxury that leaked a sigh by accident.

The silver ornaments carved in elaborate techniques that reflect the stars are brilliant. How much silver does this trophy alone use? My head cracked with so much eyelids.

That would be pretty heavy, and when little Victoria takes it off the table, she brings it all the way over. All this time, Radek and Leopardo, her ministers who are away and refrain, don't lend a hand either. This was an honorable ritual, one that she herself, the public, had to present without anyone's help.

"Wow. Doesn't it smell like something?

Right behind the podium. One of the collector's wives, Dorothea, who was surrounded by countless knights and watched the gift ceremony, looked disgusted as she let her high and tidy nose dazzle.

"Speaking of which, something smells funny"

Pordina, the beast man, responds with a crack in her nose. Elves such as Karen, Liza and Loulou looked surprised when they were much better than the human race.

"What the hell, this"

"Princess. Could this be..."

"Yeah. Definitely. From there!

When he did it, Meryandale quickly realized that he was making a scene with a big voice. I don't know, maybe it was too late when I thought. Hot as my chest burns. When I inserted my hand, there was a star-shaped pebble received from Citrus burning like fire, emitting a sharp glow.

Ooh. An unexpectedly intense wind broke out. What I barely understood was the remnants of a giant bird coming down from a far away sky, winged with black wings.

Meryandale and Victoria were well bounced by the shadows. Beyond the head. The flying black shadow mouth was burned in the eyes as it was pebbling.

The dodgy white sun exploded. Rolled corny by a blowing storm, my consciousness darkens. When I opened my eyes again, I saw one boy fall to the ground with countless black feathers. Who is that? Meriandale was running before he understood.

"Oh, hey. No injuries…"

"Why! Citrus, why!

"Because the Earthpanese one is good at turning... I am. It was a bad one... but at the end of the day... I really wanted to do the most, I could..."

Semi-Beastman. Citrus, who was mutating into a Condor incarnation with Godrum's possessive psychology, laughed lightly as he spilled silver tears from his nearly closed eyes. Then when I weakened to fall into a deep sleep, I stopped moving again.

It is a clear terror. When the knights made the twelve hedges to protect Victoria immediately, they gave a stare to all sides. People's voices of fear can be heard from the overhead viewing area.

Meryandale had also heard from the collectors about the Godrum Order. but I never thought that a crime would happen on such a big stage.

At first, it was suddenly thought to be sporadic to the explosion, but the screaming was eventually becoming a giant wave tower and swallowing the crowd.

I didn't just panic. Countless Godlum believers lurking in more than 30,000 spectators began to rise and strike innocent people in unison.

"Ha. Damn, you couldn't use it till the end - you were a bastard!

"What about interrupting our noble manoeuvres to name a few? The mindset is begging. It was a good death."

A big man, who looked fierce to see, was pulling a skinny middle-aged man right next to him.

It is Humberto, the thirteenth priest of the Godrum Church, and his hipster, Apocacelli.

"I think it would be a good idea for a traitor like this to show off his neck and expose himself to the crowd along with his enemies Victoria. How about that?"

"Good suggestion. Do it."

Apocaselli laughed thinly as she stood, stretching her arms to grab Citrus' leg neck on her back, and for the first time noticing Meryandale's presence.

"What, those eyes?"

"Yuru, can't"

"... you are. Right, a doll in a clown play? The role is over. Give me the traitor. If you do, you do. You may order the comfort of our Order. I'm glad to hear it. There's just not a single human being left this arena alive."

Meryandale pulled the citrus in silence, trying to cover her and opening her hands and blocking her. The thin, ragged laughter of Apocaselli pulls in. Reptile-like, feverless eyes narrowed.

"Stupid. I didn't expect you to refuse my mercy. Shall I bite you to pieces without leaving any bones behind?"

"Shut up, you heretic!

"Take our sword of justice!

You took Victoria's life, and about three knights in armor jumped in while you pulled out a knife.

As they pushed forward to push Meriandale, they hit the Apocaselli simultaneously.

Slimming exploded just before a fierce punch carved Apocaselli's body. The knights, dressed in heavy armor, turned their eyes and fainted when they were thrown on all sides in time.

"Godrum Possessed Spirituality. TYPE OROCHI. Come on, will you cook those fools who insulted me with their appearance"

In front of Meriandale was the appearance of a giant fierce serpent. The anomalous organism of the lower body being the tail of a snake, the upper body being a human, and the top from the neck being the head of a snake, consisted of unbalanced parts that rekindled disgust that induced vomiting sensation just from the sight.

"What are you doing? I don't want to get rid of that sculpture."

When a sharp scolding was unleashed by Victoria, now the knights, counting ten, went to Apocaselli with their best wishes, the Raptor freed from the line.

but the results were innocuous. As the serpent monster struck his tail unconstitutionally, he broke the knights' fortunes so as to break the twigs and destroy them with a pokey. Kicked the brave and courageous knights with just one blow, letting them despair. This is exactly what a single armored sleeve means.

Dorothea appeared in a tattered manner as the other knights were waving their fears at the difference in strength. When this elf warrior erected his famous sword Ascaron, did he see this as a foe or did Apocacelli also distance himself, tyroscopically stretching his shoe and red tongue and sounding alert.

"... let me do it"

Meriandale told him in a quiet tone as he stood next to Dorothea. Dorothea, often silent, pulled back a few moments later when she handed the ascaron in her hand.

I felt strange myself. If always, as soon as I saw such a monster, it was the usual Meryandale who didn't want to face himself without stopping trembling.

But not now. I don't know the fine reason, but I didn't try to mourn Citrus' death, and when I exposed myself, I was sexually angry at these men who had gone all the way.

"Hmm. That elf would have been a good match for me. Are you a suicide volunteer?

"You can still make it now."

"... what are you talking about"

"Now, if you apologize to Citrus, I'm just saying that I'll save your life!

"I'm kidding!

Just inside Meryandale's head, then, there was a battle bronze. Apocaselli roars the giant and strikes suddenly. Eat or be eaten. Then shall I eat it for you?

As Meriandale lowered her hips, she laid her long sword horizontally. Oddly enough, my mind is clear. I didn't lose my sense of fear. On the contrary, I'm so scared. I'm afraid of the serpents coming at me. But there was so much blue and white anger in his chest that he smeared them.

Step. Like dancing a light dance. The shape of the sword is very similar to dancing. Every walking method that is left after a long time makes sense.

Meryandale continued to stress the whip-like tail attack that Apocaselli would unleash, as if Mizumasi were magnificently sliding through the water. One Two. One Two.

Do-o, do-o, and. Whenever a giant tail is slammed into the earth, a roar sounds. Soil smoke broke out and my vision was wrapped in a reddish mist.

Dividing the dusty space, yet the serpent does not try to stop the assault. Meryandale flashed his ascaron as he twirled. She did not have the power to transcend people's knowledge, but saw a steep point of wonder and enemies.

That's my breath when I slaughtered that big rock. As you stare, the brittle parts of the enemy glow lightly. All I can do is put a blade in there for you. Crisp. Crisp.

Haha, and the strange bark rises intermittently. This stand-up, which seemed to end in a one-sided battle, was at Meriandale's pace at the beginning. Apocaselli's impatience takes him, and his attacks lack significant accuracy.

- That's a shake.

Have you decided on a good place? Apocaselli raised her voice, almost close to screaming. If you notice, the Phantom of the Half Snake, with his shoulders up and down in front of Meriandale, seemed to shrink around and around one for those watching the battle.

"Stupid. Oh! This is happening! No forgiveness, no forgiveness. Whoa!

"Do you surrender?

Apocaselli slowly struck the ground regrettably with a wounded tail, moving away from Meriandale to a large crate right next to her.

There are numerous simulated swords and blade crushed spears and other instruments piled up in the qualifying match. Watching what he would do, Apocaselli opened their big mouths and swallowed them for a breath. My throat swells to snoring and my iron appliance makes different noises and rings around my belly.

"In this orothimode, we can produce powerful acids that melt iron in our bellies. I won't forgive you, you rotten bitch...! I don't want to let you get away with it anymore. Give it to me!

Mmm, and Apocaselli melted a large amount of swords and spears in his stomach, creating a giant ball of iron that rounded it up and spit it out toward Meriandale.

It is like a giant ball of boring. than Meryandale's back. That's coming up to crush this one while spinning hard. Flew away.

Gune and sharply flowing balls bounced back when they hit the battlefield wall, without staying. Did you foresee that? Apocaselli plays cleverly using his tail, modifying his orbit and releasing it towards Meriandale. It would be better like human pinball or something.

No matter, Meryandale doesn't get one if he hits it. The knights ate the convolutions, several of them were crushed to death, and for those fleeing in the overhead viewing seat, I guess that just looked like a hell of a painting.

What irony. I'd rather pay to come and see people live and die, but now I'm running away to protect my life.

Meriandale's movements have also gradually shaded. She finally let go of the sword she had in her hand, desperately cursing the rolling ball of iron. I could hear Dorothea screaming, like an idiot.

Apocaselli, transformed into a serpent, all with Todome, squeezed his tail thoughtfully and unleashed his last blow.

Meriandale broke her knee and lowered her hips to the ground, wondering if she had taken that blow somewhere.

The giant iron sphere is pierced against the wall behind it. retreat with Jirijiri and her ass on the ground. Dorothea and the others, no longer rushing to this point and to help, were slightly quicker to come by Apocaselli.

Meliandale's back is creepingly silent with a weapon-melted iron sphere. She gave a frightened look toward the impending Apocaselli.

"Stupid bitch! You wrap it up with my tail and mince your whole body without leaving any bones. Ugh! Let me hear you scream good. Whoa!

Zazaza, and the snake crawled with a rough sound of dirt. Meri put her hands on the iron ball behind her, nibbling her trembling lips.

- It's this line.

Light spots rose throughout the iron sphere. When the place that touched Meryandale's hand made a squeaky noise, it was instantly "reconstituted" and a sharp protruding sword mountain popped out for countless lengths.

I stabbed and pierced Apocacelli's chest and stomach so hard that I didn't like it, approaching defenseless. Blue and black blood from the wound erupted doggedly as an active volcano exploded, and a raw fog stood around.

"Stupid, Kisama, wasn't he a swordsman...?

Meriandale narrowed her eyes as she rewore it as she paid off the dust from her dropped feather hat.

Yes, it was all fakes to pull into this, both the sword off and the drop of his hips to give him a frightened look.

"My master was there. Not to be caught in a snail. That's the ultimate sword."

"Damn..."

"Besides, iron smelting is the eighteenth of the Carlier family. When did you say I was a swordsman? Meryandale is a living alchemist."

He exhaled deeply when he could see it collapsing without the giant apocalypse.

At the same time, he felt his gaze pierced against his neck muscle. Ha, turned around.

There...

There was a tiger.

No, half a beast, half an angry tiger, to be exact.

A tiger man stood up, showing the muscle buoyancy that seemed to rip off with Michi.

Godrum Possessed Psychic Type Tiger.

It is the possessed spirit form of the thirteenth priest Humberto of the Godlum Church with two names of anger.

"The cuss. I didn't expect to annoy my hand at last. Little girl, die."

That moment.

A mixed yellow and black object blew up in front of me.

The tiger made an unusual leap.

Meryandale didn't have time to take any defensive measures, just stood up on the spot.