Dungeon+Harem+Master

A tiger is about to eat Meriandale. I didn't need any more facts for the collectors to go upside down.

I kicked the entrance to the arena and ran. Moment after moment, I forgot my weight.

I can't see anything. The world landscape melted like candy.

The collector took a heavy claw blow with a stick as he interrupted between the seated Meryandale and the tiger.

It is a heavy blow, likely to bury on the ground to the ankle. I let go of the forward kick reflexively.

Doom, it feels like I kicked an ancient tire. I put all my spiritual powers behind my feet. The tiger lowered his posture when he jumped back and forth in a fluffy move that was either to kill momentum or unsuitable for its giant.

"Are you hurt? Merry."

"KLAND......!

He hugs me to the waist. I can't afford to be out of sight. The turmoil over the head was rampant.

At the rear, maybe, there's Victoria. Numerous Knights are dense with armor chattered together.

The Pordinas rushed to tear that group apart. I have something in my hand. Do you want me to help you with the machete? Their eyes were regarded as giraffes and fighting spirit.

"I will grant you"

"I don't want it. You climb up there and slaughter the miscellaneous fish. And then the aisle's full of squid ponches. Focus on getting rid of you. I'll eat this tiger bastard."

The order of the Collector is absolute. In this situation, it would be painful to leave the Truth, the Lord, but Pordina took the initiative to preach everyone and divide the squad into two hands: the spectator seat elimination group, the south aisle elimination group.

The leader of the audience elimination group is Pordina. To the members, Artemisia, Hilda, Meriandale, Nelly and Dorothea.

The leader of the south aisle elimination group is -, Rudge. to members, Lacey, Karen, Liza, Loulou, Hannah,.

"Mr. Klund."

"Whoa, be careful."

When the collector received the partner Black Lion he had kept from Loulou, he threw a stick that looked like Sarasa in one blow.

"So. Can't you afford to wait till you're ready? Mr. Godrum."

"You're a little different than you've been before. Dangerous one."

"Hi there."

"And I didn't wait for you. Kuk, apparently that Lord Zube of Victoria is. I'm worried about you. It's a leap, it's pulling the knights' asses, but they're not even trying to move. This frustration..."

The tiger made a hoard by gripping both fists with a good grip.

"Pull it to the limit and smash Temei to the point of no complete skin. Isn't that the best situation...! It burns. It's an honor, Lords. You will finally be crushed by the fifth priest of the Godlum Order, the Angry Humberto!

"Wait, big guy."

"Before you deal with a kid like that"

"First, I want you to stand with the three of us."

Here, it was the three Lemonades, Marchano and Regis who sparingly lost and missed the championship in the main tournament battle.

They were hit to show off their skill in bars, martial arts, and martial arts to the monster. It was only in order to obtain this excellent opportunity that they were, until now, silent.

To be honest, they're not convinced of anything about Meryandale winning without a single fight. Whoever sees it is a shelved victory.

In fact, if the Godrum Church's horizontal spears had not entered in that situation, they would have hustled up their fame and paved the way for the warden by making any good repairs to the facts later, but Meriandale's magnificent defeat of Apocacelli earlier reinforced the two letters of victory.

In the rear, Victoria, acting lord, who did not lose his cool until earlier, has disturbed me and ordered the knights to storm. They have finally decided that the thread of tension has been broken, disturbing her heart at the emergence of the treasurer, the ball in her hand. That was a truly unfortunate conclusion.

"Don't be ridiculous, you three fucking mischievous fish. All right, warm up. Call me."

Humberto is a literally gorilla power type fighter who let himself possess the spirit of a ferocious tiger monster named Brad Tiger to unload his power.

The shoulder width, which was originally large, was about twice as wide and tore the garment apart, with black stripes running on the yellow ground characteristic of the tiger on his upper body. The face, entirely a wild tiger itself, had sharp nails stretched out at his fingertips and the human body and so on that would be cleaved like paper.

Are the three Lemonades, Marchano and Regis asking for each other, or they didn't show a bare gesture of working together and attacking while surrounding the tigered Humberto. It is the ultimate passivity of moving ahead and seeing what goes on besides yourself first and moving into action rather than showing extra gaps.

It was already too late when the collector felt it was bad. Humberto was running through the flank of the lemonade when he kicked the ground without making a sound.

"Nah, this"

"Oh, huh?

Humberto is offering the red and black things in his hands to the universe. Pulse it hard. Lemonade quickly shifts her gaze to the center of her chest.

There, when the fruit seeds were taken out, there were holes that seemed beautifully tumbled away. Humberto stole the heart of the lemonade. Not exaggerated.

"Ki, Xama!

"Cho!"

spears marchano and regis finally moved the lemonade falling on his ass.

but everything was slower than one tempo.

The spear blow that Marchano was good at was snapped when it was held down lightly in Humberto's huge palm, with a light wave blow like a cat slapping a fly, ripped off every neck. When Regis could take a flying kick with his mouth, it would be, or he was mushed to bite the stick confetti, chewed from his ankle as he smothered the calves, and after being thrown to the ground, he was crushed with his feet.

"Okay, the prep movement is over, brother. Shall we go with the main dish next?"

"So, what happened to Earthpane?"

"Ah? Well, what does that mean?"

You were going to plant enough fear, Humberto clouded his eyes red. He couldn't hide his annoyance from a keeper who didn't care about the tragedy and didn't care about the existence of Humberto.

"It would have been a pain in the ass if he'd been here. I just thought. Okay, I'll play. Kitten."

"Heh, no kidding -!"

A bullet with an interminable weight comes straight at me. A black stripe blended together in the yellow field, and it approached the tip of his nose as he looked.

When the collector pulled out the black lion, he took both arms of Humberto in a gut. I get pushed. I get pushed. First of all, the difference in body weight is so different that it can't be compared. It's like preventing tank shells with paper armor.

but the collector did it so hard. I stepped on Kakato with all my might. Without it, the earthquake smokes and the body moves backwards. The collector heard the muscles all over his body become minced, contracted, and ringing. Humberto presses to stick his fangs out with only his vicious face in his mouth.

He inadvertently loosened his strength and jumped back to the side. I wonder if that's how much you've been reading, Humberto uses his unusually soft muscles to take an uninterrupted attack and knock him down. A strong offensive has begun.

Humberto's main weapon is his hands claws and white, pointed fangs. The collector had a meeting when he cleverly flashed his long sword. The enemy's claws are long and sharp, but the Black Lion has not lost either. As we continue to reward the slaughter, the whole body is filled with lacerations as we look around.

However, this degree is not an issue. The immortal crest on my chest instantly covers me. The original beast fur is a terribly sturdy thing. Even if an amateur uses a blade, it's hard to get it to meat in and of itself. Most collectors do not fall into human language when it comes to the art of slaughter. I am familiar with how to use the blade and how to use force to slash and tear it. This was Humberto's misfortune.

I don't even have time to breathe. If you lose your mind for a moment, it's you who rolls to the ground. My breathlessness is looming. Hot as my whole body burns. It gets painful so that the heart can be tightened. Serious is unusually heavy. If we use it to slay each other, there's nothing more we can rely on than mental power. Once the thread of tension was cut, the viscerated engine was exposed to the outside air of the extreme cold, but it would freeze instantly.

Imagine. Imagine. Give me a moving iron machine that's going to blow out a hot, fire chunk. Doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy, An unusual call broke out of my throat.

The collector succeeded in knocking the long sword into Humberto's right arm. The time to disconnect will be instantaneous, but the working footage of the fracture will be replaced into the brain like a comma feed.

Chisel, and. I made sure to rip off every single piece of muscle fiber and slashed my arm off. Dodd flies back and forth from each other and takes his distance. Humberto looked at his right arm slammed to the ground for a while. It is the distance reached in six steps.

The hustle and bustle returned as soon as possible. In the overhead viewing area, evacuation and fighting are still taking place. Though the sound is back, it's not loud. Only a tiny space surrounding the collector and the humbelt just feels squeezed in sound. There was no more chest pain. Arms, legs, whole body. I'm just pretty tired of dozens of seconds of defense.

The collector, with his sword in his foresight, moved to the right as he soaked. The tiger stuck his body to the ground and made the bones on his back gooey, as when the four-legged beast was after his prey.

Coming. I was flying when I thought so. The collector, as he neatly wrapped the poke of Humberto's left arm, pounded one hand without a sword on the ground to turn and kick him. An unexpected attack kicks me in the side and I lose my balance. Ooh, and I let go of the poking in a tearing mood. The collector's one-handed poke passed Humberto's guarded arm, choosing his chest.

But it doesn't lead to fatal injuries. Pulling out at the same speed as poking, I try to roll out of myself and fall in. I quickly used a black lion while falling. The black, lustrous body broke Humberto's left leg deeply, causing a bloody tide to scatter.

Stand up with a bounce on as you roll. The tiger had already squeezed his fist. That should have gone in pretty deep right now. A more painful body blow went into my stomach than I thought. It was like the built-in erased pain. Still didn't let go of the sword, but he was blown away with a big poo.

The pursuit came, and he rose, bearing the tide of blood and pain from his throat. However, Humberto was barking and barking when he pounded his big knee, spitting out red and black diarrhea.

"Shit, I guess. Let's do it."

It's Omei.

"Keh. You smelly boys, you taste better than the creepy Earthpane."

"Are you buying time? Then it doesn't make sense. If you're tough, I'm up there."

"Then give it a try. That these two names of anger are not Dada...!

Humberto said, ooh, barking loudly open his body.

As soon as possible, the tiger's fur dyes red. It was to the extent that I thought it was an illusion of the eye. As it gradually darkened, bright white steam rose from all over my body.

Oh, boy. Is it your call to come here and empower? Soon after the stupidity Humberto jumped straight in from the front. Too foolish. In a way, it was the easiest battle I've ever known.

Bu 'un, my fist roared in my ear. I was able to tempt him because the tiger's eyes were not busy moving, and his nose was scratching fine. The attack I made was not in vain. Humberto had lost a large amount of blood in a short time, so he had significantly reduced his eyesight.

His nose was moving so well that he was trying to find this one with his sense of smell, but because he smelled too much dark blood, his sense of smell was useless again.

Humberto's swinging fist pierced the ground, setting up a fire pillar and winding up fine dirt and sand. But to get here, that kind of thing is tantamount to a prank.

As the collector grabbed the black lion again with both hands, he shook it down with the momentum of the electroluminescent fire. The blade devoured into the shoulder of the tiger and buried it around the chest without. That is one that counts for the Romless Three Holy Swords. Ugh, I think Humberto rang with a sad voice.

"No evil. I'm not getting along any more."

The collector, saying goodbye, moved his sword diagonally as he reflected the shining sunlight.

When the blade completely severed Humberto's neck, which was kneeling to slaughter the fixture, he appeared a bright red blood column like a flame, blooming the glow of the Red Lotus in the void.

"Brave man!

When I looked up, I saw Victoria running over with a knight, pulling up a white dress.

"Oh, what a lame thing to do. If anything happens, what can I do...!

Victoria held the lace gloves inside her chest as she wrapped her hands around the face of the collector, who had been smudged with blood and mud. I still knew it but it doesn't swell at all. But I could hear her hot heart, and the heart of the tired collector in the struggle healed only a little.

"Look, Victoria. This guy is rambling around in the arena. Sounds like the best of the Godlums. If you find your head crushed, your enemies should lose momentum. And then I asked for it."

"I'll take care of it. It's only a matter of time before the thirteenth priest is taken over."

When Victoria gathered what had been the Lord of the Knights, she let Humberto touch the entire arena. This made the movements of the fanatics, who were desolate, visibly dull. The original force difference is also different. The Godlums were being overshadowed like small fish thrown nets by knights recovering from chaos.

The collector pulled his hips and was headed for the audience seat. Humberto's attack was intense. Pain draws the rest. Because of the interruption of intense tensions, fatigue that I didn't feel when slashing each other came out dodgy.

While doing this, the Pordinas are fighting a bunch of evil men over their heads.

- You can't solve anything because you defeated the big boss.

"Ahhh. Forgive me. Forgive me for my life."

"Mamer."

As I proceeded down the narrow aisle, I bowled in with a lady who was still young. From the point of view of your identity, it would be you. The lady walks bloody, she must have thought she was a Godlum when she saw the samurai samurai. Kneeling on the spot, he worshipped the girl with his back covered and his forehead rubbed all over the ground.

The collector, sighing, let him put up the necklace of the white cross he had received from Artemisia. Although I do not believe in Romless God in particular, this symbol, which is only allowed to be held by some believers even in Romless religion, showed its effect on the surface in every situation.

"You're a Romless believer, too. Please, knight! Sister and soldier of our brethren are about to be put in the hands of the wicked. Please help me!

"Okay. Ahead of you."

"Oh, God bless you, Romless."

The collector dragged his tired body in the direction pointed by the lady. At the same time, about two Godrum mad dogs were approaching looking for prey, but they were sarcastically slashed down without danger. The men stop moving by hitting the aisle wall with their chests and throats sharply choked.

I heard metal bump into each other from inside the larger room. When I stuck my neck in with Hyoi, I saw the healthy figure of Hilda and Chris struggling to protect it pop in there.

"Mr. Klund!

"Are you...!

"Oops. You got us in trouble. This is where the players change."

Sooner or later, the collector swung the black lion in his hand down to the head of the man who was turning his back on this side with all his might. I tried to crack the watermelon and the man's head snapped and collapsed. I moved my gaze quickly to count the remaining enemies.

Six left. Even by hand, it was a number that could be cleaned up around the nose for the current collector.

"Ayaaaah."

A deeply hooded man jumps in from the front. When the treasurer opened his body softly, he put a foot payment on it and let it fall. At the same time, a black lion was deeply embedded in the man's back. The man stopped moving as soon as he pressed hard on his wrist.

"Nooooo."

"Ahhh."

"- If you're gonna hit me by accident, don't speak up."

The men who were turning around on both sides rush over with their swords on their backs. After all, no one or he is a trained human movement.

The collector cleverly rubbed the men's faces sharply as he twisted his hips and pulled his black coat around. For a moment, the men stop moving. As the collector spun momentously like a comma, he slashed and killed the two flanks violently.

A man who was frozen approached with his sword on the upper stage. The collector pulled back in an instant, piercing the man's defenseless breastplate as he rolled out his long sword. The man kept watching the bloody tide blowing from his chest all the time, saying, "Ah, ah," and when he pampered his mouth a few times like a goldfish, he leaned back and stopped moving.

The one remaining stands on the spot with a blue face, not knowing what to do. When the collector packed the distance in a few steps, he slapped his sword in the face. Deeply broken between his brows, the man breathed miserably as he scattered red and black blood. When I lowered my sword, Hilda, who was by Chris, jumped at me for the first time.

"Krander. Mr. Kland. it seemed scary, it seemed scary"

"I'm sorry. I made him wait. But it's okay now."

Driven by self-blame for failing to save a woman in love, Chris is blue-faced and whining about everything. I'm extremely worried about leaving this guy alone. The collector looked across the door with Hilda in his arms, thinking that Chris would need time to at least recover his self-consciousness to the extent that he could protect himself.

"I mean, it was Meriandale who won. But the prize money declined, he said. That's how it ends."

"Eh heh."

It is a room in the Princess Mansion.

The collector was visiting Victoire and Sizka, who were transported to the Mansion in Tanka.

Meryandale hangs out holding the Silver Star Cup. Dorothea, the master, is also as proud of me as she is of me with her breasts stretched out.

"Brave man. Listen to me. Lady, if you do, you're going to walk home with this injury."

There is no room for Hannah to change her sharp and apple into a rabbit shape while sitting in a chair with a pillow.

By the way, the fracture itself is barely stuck with healing magic, but if you can't move it, it can be pokier. He was often absolutely at rest.

"This extra injury was increased by Hannah,"

Sizka resented me. I stare at Hannah with my eyes, but I don't know if the skin on her face is thick or where the wind blows.

"I didn't mean anything by it. I just thought we'd take the time to talk to each other to make sure we were comfortable. Because you two say wagama too much. This hand of Hannah moved on its own. Ho ho. Meh, you bad hand. Meh."

Hannah scolds her dominant arm while simulating pimping and tapping with her left hand to fold the cage.

Hey, no, he's a pretty sore kid. What the hell did you do? Victoire remembered that time, when he began to tremble violently on the bed.

"But now the bet won't let go of the frivolous win. of"

"Huh."

"Huh."

Victoire and Sizka ripped me off at Unison.

It is a short-minded Dorothea. I got puffy and angry when I put blood up on my white face.

"I didn't mean you forgot your promise! The top winners of the tournament can order anything against the two remaining losers! If you don't honor your contract, you won't get through!

"Oh, my God. The scratches."

"Ouch, it hurts, Klund."

Victoire wore a blanket out of his head, and Sizka had no way of begging the collector for help with a sweet voice but not being blocked by Mr. Dorothea, the angry head.

"Chip. You can just order whatever you want."

This wasting elf.

"Krando...! These guys have an extremely bad attitude. Bye. Let's stay in the cage."

"Come on, whatever it is, get me an ass. More than that, the power of command is in Merry than in Dorothea. In fact, it was Mary who worked hard at the game, and it was Mary who defeated one of those Godrum XIII priests, wasn't it? The feat is almost Mary's. Nah."

"Ah, haha. Right, lady. Meryandale, if you don't mind, you won't be so dogged. Unlike the ladies."

"Hey, Hannah. That's rude! I wasn't thinking about that kind of scary thing. At best, I was going to let Sizka put in the apology I've had in front of everyone.... By the way, what was Sizka going to order me to do?

"Well, the pepper."

"Hmm? What is that pepper?"

I snapped my neck like Victoire was stuck.

"Well, when this mansion guy gets back from the outing, As long as you're seated by the front door and you pepper and clean the dirt off everyone's soles."

As soon as possible, it was full of intent to kill indoors.

"Ahhh. The two of you are about to start killing each other again."

"Why are you so happy?" Hannah, it's a shame you can't order these strawberries. Merry will end up clouding her warm tea. "

Victoire and Sizka dropped their heads on the pillow with faces as relaxed as "well I guess so". It's kind of neat.

"Who should have done such a lukewarm thing"

"Huh."

Someone raised the voice that, no, everyone in this room could not understand on Unizon. The collector shifted his gaze to Meryandale. Her face was rigid as an elaborate wax doll.

"Right. In the meantime, when you meet me in the Mansion, call me Sister Meryandale. And I won't tolerate a verbal answer. Snacks are confiscated for a hundred days. The pennies granted monthly will also be paid to my pocket for a hundred days. And..."

Victoire and Sizka's face don't turn blue. The only thing the collector could do was approach the exit door so as not to make any noise.

"of. Can't you just give him one order? Just the two of them. The penalty will be severe."

"What are you talking about, Dorothea? Who would exclude you?

Dorothea's face, which was half a laugh, froze with prickliness. It was a moment of despair.

The collector thought it horrible about the bottom of his heart, Meryandale.

At night, I left the floor without falling asleep. During the day some days were no longer sweaty cheerful, but at night the temperatures dropped grossly. Wearing sandals I went out into the garden. The moon was out. It is a moon that is too bright for me to lay my eyes down. The world is quiet. The lights in the library are also out, which means that Rudge, whose late sleep is customary, would also be the White River Night Ship.

And there was a wall beyond the cloud, and a mountain was seen beyond it. It is an unknown mountain. The Zao crept through Sia, illuminated by the moon, and came by the creek. The moon unexpectedly shaded. Kasari, and when he turned around, there was Meryandale, dressed in a sleeping roll, standing with his handkerchief.

"I'm going to make a grave."

And she said. She declined the Silver Star Cup prize money. Instead, I wished on Victoria.

Build an orphanage with this money, he said.

Ten million pounds is a lot of money. In my youth, I tend to think that there is as much more important than gold, but in fact it is not. Gold solves the nine-ninths of life's problems.

"Citrus, I was there. I said I did something wrong. Heh. That's obvious, isn't it? I'm full of bad things, too. And yet this is how I'm still alive. Hey, Klando. I wonder if I can still live. I don't know if it's okay to just mix myself up so much."

"It's n, I'm the same. Even the villains are alive. You have to live to know what happened."

I could see Meryandale laughing at me for being forced. Her eyes were terribly sad, though her mouth was cordial. The zodiac took her lips at the same time as the flowing black clouds covered the light of the moon. The kiss tasted slightly like tears.

The collectors erected a small tomb mark by the creek and buried the star-shaped stone that Citrus had made lurk on his chest to its roots.

The stone, whether it struck hard somewhere, was brittle and cracked and crushed into several at the same time as it was placed in the soil.

"Ah. Shooting Star"

Meryandale shrugged sarcastically. The collector looked up and looked up at the night sky. Is that star destined to fall somewhere and crush too? Thinking about it, I'm a little hung up.

There's a silver star blinking over my head. Even if I had closed my eyes, it was an overwhelming glow without sarcasm as to whether or not it would come to a blur behind the eye lid.

It's cold. She went. The collector drew in silence.

The zodiac continued to calmly stare at the heels of the flowing stars as they held Meryandale's shoulders.