Dungeon+Harem+Master

The zodiac pulled through the black lion and held it in his right hand, he stood in front of a godfried turned into a great spider.

In its appearance, the fear of giant monsters had no fine dust, just dark eyes sinking heavily.

"Stupid. I always knew this guy was dead...! I took an unconsciousness from my little girl earlier, but when it comes to swordsman style, you think you can beat Godfreet, the tenth priest of Godrum XIII, in case? My thoughts are in the mood!

The eight monocular eyes of the great spider move giggly, sending waves of intent to kill, but the collector slowly packs the distance as he recieves it without changing a single expression.

Godfleet inadvertently lifted his body and threaded it out of an outgoing filament projection in the central part of his abdomen.

Make a noise with the shrug. The yarn strikes straight.

The collector quickly avoided being entangled in yarn when he flew away.

"He's a great bastard."

"Do you want some?"

Are you heavily wounded in the battle with Hannah, a move you don't feel so threatened. As the collector was devising how to attack him, Penelope, who was sitting around, ran in trying to crack and get in.

"Dear Godfleet!

"Out of the way!

Penelope, who was struck out of the palm of his hand, ran over in fear, but Godfleet made sure to play the little fly, playing Penelope's body easily with his front leg.

Penelope was lightly bounced off with just one blow, dancing through the universe like a bow, hitting the walls of the school building to shatter and stain all the bones of his body. At the end of the day, the collector was silent with his mouth open.

"Temeye...... Isn't she at least one of us? How dare you!"

"... buddies? Don't be silly. Interpretation, believers other than me, etc. are just wooden ends falling all over there. Damn it, useless people, if we don't clean up, we'll only get in the way of our newly created world."

The collector's eyes shone quietly. Running out low, he quickly reached the foot of Godfleet.

The black lion ran horizontally before the giant walking leg lifted. The blade was swung through at once drawing a vermilion line on the front leg of the big spider.

Thick giant tree-like legs were severed as they stopped perfectly in the void, spraying dot of blood. Beautifully parted meat chunks rolled into the earth making dull noises.

And when I thought about it, the body of the treasurer wasn't staying. As the collector runs around Godfleet's feet like a disease, he wields his long sword with all his might and drops his walking legs one after the other.

The Black Lion is one of the three holy swords passed down to the Romless royal family. The pitch-black filling that melted in the night did not wrap the fat, but the more he slashed it, the sharper it turned.

"but ahhh! Don't you dare move!

As the collector cleverly rolled down his walking leg to be struck down, he wielded a long sword under his soft belly. The cut ends with a deep stab in Godfleet's belly and a long tail pulled to create a rift.

After running through it, the built-in spider leaves a heavy sound and falls to the ground. The blood splash spread around and became foggy. A splashy tide of blood, not a head, dyes the body of the treasurer in dos blacks. At the time he slashed his abdomen to his ass, Godfleet couldn't stand it and gutted his hips off.

As the collector jumped on the back of the great spider, he moved his long sword around and poked it. Godfleet screamed out not only at this.

Hell's rodeo begins, but the possessor ran over his head and legs cleverly balanced. Stand in the middle of your maxilla to show your ni and white teeth. Godfreet shouted in a pitiful voice.

"Wait! There it is..."

"I won't wait, bogus!

The location is the eye area where the monocular eye is concentrated. Godfleet showed a strong fright and let his whole body faint. But the keeper is not a sweet man enough to stop being told.

The collector used his long sword violently as he exhaled his anger. Embedding a long sword from the next to the next towards the eight monoculars.

Lions, you must not deceive me.

Poking the black lion deep into one eye, he kicks it with his legs and pulls it out of the meat. Godfleet's scream caught his tail and wooded for a long time.

"With this guy, it's over!

I stabbed the last one through with a full two-handed poke. When the black lion stabbed deep into the tuba former, it stopped at such depth that it could not be swayed.

- That's what made me a toddler.

Godfreet made a cry similar to the Terminator and stopped moving.

As the collector pulled the long sword out of the meat mass, he jumped off the carcass of the immobile great spider. The great spider lit up white and bright as he sputtered yellow-green liquid and abscess from his jaw.

As the carcass shrunk around, it stood back to the human being before using the technique. The last thing left was a middle-aged man naked with his head torn to pieces.

"Fuck you."

The treasurer left the black lion as his wand, and was wide awake. My whole body is frightened and wet by the sweat it has blown out. A muscle called a muscle in the body was screaming.

Fatigue that I didn't even care about during the battle came out all at once. It is also a hundred million robberies to speak of things while raising and lowering shoulders greatly. I can't get my forehead stuck on my face with a flushed sweat to ensure my vision.

I turned to Hannah. From what I saw, it bore quite a deep hand. As far as the collectors know, no one had ever been more seriously injured during the battle. I could tolerate as many wounds as I wanted, but if that were to happen to them, it was a whole different dimension story.

"What do you think, Hannah's hurt!

"Shi," Lacey said, pointing her index finger at her lips, indicating Hannah, whose eyes were closed on her knee pillow.

I didn't already have a pale complexion like paper like the first time I saw it, and my cheeks were slightly cherry colored and rested in a restful sleep.

"Well, I'm glad it looks like healing magic is working"

"Oh. Lacey, thank you. Thanks to you... all you have to do is trash the rest of it."

Lacey looked behind the collector with a gnawed face. There stood a group of people with a flag marked with a beacon, without a single sound.

The men alongside Zlari are ten, except for the head-like man. They were led by a tall eagle-nosed man and scattered fan-shaped in an undisturbed motion.

Everyone has a sophisticated fighting spirit not found in the men whose collectors slaughtered and lay down in the assembly room. For now, even though I took my life, I want to give Hannah a quick rest in a relaxing bed.

"Twelve minutes I let you see the arrangement. That's right, only my prospective woman. Yes, but I want to take it."

Low, deep voices are feeling up. The man wearing a helmet with black, heavy armor and gold ornaments in his eyes was the captain of the Knights of the Knights of the Forgettable Crimacos.

(Could this idiot. You must be mistaken for Shirley about Hannah......!

You won't be able to tell the difference between Hannah and Shirley lying in the distance. At an earlier meeting, the collector knew that the man in front of him had an unusually extreme obsession with Shirley - most of all, the woman no longer existed.

You won't believe it in the end if you make me hear that Hannah, who is now falling without moving, is someone else, and if you look at her battle until the collector arrives, you must not be able to correct a complementary mistake. Naturally, Hannah cannot and will not be handed over to such a man.

"It'll be a futile conversation, but I'll listen to it for once. If I were to turn her in quietly, would you disappear?

"Still, I don't mind. I don't care what else that girl gets. No, it was a really great fight. I honestly shook up slaughtering my men with hand salt as if they were children. Don't worry. I'm not breaking it anymore. Carefully adored, Kuruku can entrust the deputy captain of our Knights of the Knights...! Oh, yeah. Too much to break. She's the goddess of battle I've been looking for. I will make my children the strongest warriors in the womb. One day, we'll kill each other with that kid. Oh what a sweet dream......! Hey, isn't this the best wish a man should have!

(No, you psychopath. It totally pisses me off. Impossible to convince.)

"I hate him, but I'm not giving him away. She's my precious girl."

"It would be, or it would be. Otherwise it's not funny. Kid, let's get you alive. And I'll show Shirley and Magoo every night."

"... Weren't you hired by Godrum? Just worry about your employer. You're a flirtatious one."

"Ha. The only request we got was the occupation of the School of Magic, and the frigid magic book they're looking for doesn't matter. But it's a shame you can't get your money back."

"An unrestrained bastard."

"You don't think it's useless to preach morality to mercenaries? Well, it's only a matter of time before the kids who ran away bring in state soldiers. Let's settle this."

"It's Mr. Crimacos. Your Knights have been cold for a long time. Yeah?"

"Nothing's wrong. In the first place, as long as I survive, I can rebuild as many Knights as I want. Besides, all that's left here are the ones who are loyal to me. You're not the same person you knocked down in the assembly room."

"He seems very good at eating, thank you. I stopped."

As soon as the collectors were thankful, the men gave their names one after the other when they set up each weapon.

"Donatello in the night darkness!

"Zanzibar the Night Raven!

"Two-headed dragon Theodoric!

"The big drum Rene!

"Key Ripped Barris!

"Barbarossa the Rock Crusher!

"Henminki the Snake Sword!

"Nicodemus the Earthdragon Spear!

"Pirocca the Sickle Spear!

"Gallery of the Golden Rigid Stone!

"... he's a Shimen collector"

That's how the collector looked around. Everyone is wearing black and heavy looking armor. When this happens, it's hard to inflict fatal injuries in an unscrupulous way like the one you fought in the assembly room.

but if you look closely, he's not made of iron, except for the guy who named him Gary, and he's wearing smooth leather armor. This does not mean that the blade does not work.

It would be fatal for them not to know the power of the Holy Sword and the Black Lion that was engulfed.

And if you think they gave you a name, it seemed unlikely that you would take such cowardly ways as shielding the women until the collectors were cleaned up. That was the only salvation.

The collector took a big stance when he opened his black coat left and right, which was aligned in front. The men, when they semi-surfaced the collectors, slowly packed their time. The sound of a cicada ringing in the distance becomes distant. The sunset will now fall completely. Then the darkness will come.

Jirijiri and I hit each other in the fight. The space, a few meters away, is as heavy as stone and feels stiff. It feels like time, seconds, is stopping the walk.

Terrible, dry throat. My tongue in my mouth snaps somewhere and stops moving.

The tide was superb.

You couldn't stand the confrontation anymore, Henminki came in.

"Ugh!

Henminki has rolled out the sword in his hand, raising his anger, which also seemed unnecessary. It is an odd weapon. It was a sword with a finely crafted part of the blade that became somewhat like a whip and had a diverse mechanism.

The collector paid to the right when he perpendicular the black lion he was pulling out and prevented the "snake sword". At the same time, it flew to the left of Henminki. It is a leap by using the foot accumulated in the accumulation. I paid the Black Lion to the right with all my might. The blade reached the center of the torso as it made a deep decision on the left flank of the henminke.

Henminki spits a lot of blood out of his mouth and collapses. Barris and Rene approached at the same time from left to right.

It's a breathtaking collaboration. The collector first hit Rene's heartbeat, which shook up a large hammer. The cutting edge was pulled out as fast as it was when he ate and buried a fat thick belly about a third.

You didn't think your partner could do it this fast, Barris hesitated for just a moment.

Barris' specialty is a large key nail equipped with both hands. From wielding this and burying the enemy, he probably had two names: "Key Ripper," but this time he was a bad opponent.

The collector kicked the small Barris' ear belly vigorously as he took the key claws falling overhead with his body. The toe of the half boot buried deep in his stomach and Barris broke his body. Suzuto put his sword on the upper stage, he swung it down head-on and cut Barris' face in two.

A spear rolled out from behind me poking this gap. The one-sickle spear was intended to be aggressive, but had slightly damaged his back from the top of his coat. The heat rushes through like a fire ran. I don't have time to worry about the pain. I bit my teeth in hard and forced it away.

As the collector quickly turned around, he again threw up the rolled spear with a long sword and jumped into Pirocca's nose, which had become defenseless. A one-handed poke with weight was set on my chest.

but at the same time Pirocca comes together. I try to get away with it, but I can't leave if I'm putting my last strength into it. A sweat told my temples.

"Stick every oui!

Pirocca is pushing herself against each other. The rush accelerated.

Nicodemus comes in with a giant spear from the rear that's gone defenseless. As the collector leaned back against his neck, he made his head pound against Pirocca's face.

- How about the taste of the stone head from Jizzy's concession!

Megumi, and the dull sound halves Pirocca's face. At the same time, the keeper, whose restraint was lifted and freed, threw Pirocca behind his back at Germain Suplex.

Nicodemus, naturally, who builds momentum and advances, cannot stop. The tip of the spear stabbed the ground as it pierced Pirocca's torso lightly.

The zodiac jumped high in sight of that moment of wolf and broke Nicodemus' head into tangbamboo pieces. Brain plasma splashes and the Nikodemus giant collapses.

The collector rolled as he raised the earthen smoke, scowling at Zanzibar's leg neck, which was right next to him. Gyah, and Zanzibar fell ill with a strange scream. The collector waved his long sword diagonally as he stood up, splendidly breaking Zanzibar's neck.

Blood tide erupts like a geyser from the shoe shoe and the torso that has lost its neck. The collector drew bright red blood from his head, yet approached his remaining enemies.

"Oh, oh!

Soon after he was slaughtered six of his companions, Theodoric was on the bar. The collector was completely cracking Theodoric's flank as he ran past the man's side at a tremendous rate.

Theodoric bent his neck with both eyes open and looked at the collector, but he took off the two swords he had in his hand and died out of some inactivity.

- And three more. By the count, Barbarossa, who was proud of her biggest giant, came running over with a sound of ground.

"I'll kill you. Doo!

Barbarossa swirled the giant iron ball in her hand overhead and threw it at the collector.

Jumping back and swinging away, the iron ball slammed straight into the tree behind him and snapped from the roots. You're proud of your powers. Barbarossa makes me laugh wildly. When the collector grabbed the chain with his left hand, he turned his back and pulled it forcefully.

I guess you didn't think you'd lose by comparison of power anymore. A giant body that would be no less than an orc dances into the universe fluttering. To this, even Crimacos, who were watching the battle, gave a startling look. Releasing his left hand from the chain, the zodiac broke Barbarossa's giant in a void in two.

"Ba, silly......!

Donatello stiffened with a flashing look. The collector did not miss the gap and swung his long sword diagonally, soaking Donatello's neck diagonally forward.

Donatello's neck rolled as he rotated with the gobble, stopping perfectly at the foot of the gallery where he became the last one. Donatello's face remained stiff with a surprised look and he didn't even seem to realize he was dead.

The collector approaches the gallery silently as he wields one long sword and blows up the adherent blood.

Gary, who can no longer stand it, strikes down the stick as he twitches to inspire himself. When the collector made that attack with his half body and buried his long sword around his neck, he dripped his red tongue and stopped moving.

"You surprise me. But if it's not this much, it won't be my opponent."

Climacos walked out as he pulled his long sword out of his sheath watching his men fight to death in silence.

What a man, I think. Crimacos don't change one eyebrow if they don't have any men left to do it. On the contrary, it's like a child "let's play" and his eyes shine with anticipation.

We are a different kind of people from ourselves at the root. I can't be more tired than facing people whose common sense doesn't work. When I exhaled for a long time, I kicked sand in the soles of my shoes. Did the stone hit me or did I roll momentum and make a noise in a nearby pond and submerge?

Temehe's the only one left.

"I would have just been there earlier. If I stay, I can rebuild anytime."

"- Then the Knights are in the store today. Then we'll do it in hell."

I rushed out early. He hit the slaughter at the fastest possible speed with all his strength.

But I guess I predicted that extent. Crimacos have been able to fit the blades easily. Sparks scattered at a distance where his eyes and nose touched.

Occasionally they push each other, but Crimacos has struck down his long sword as he sees the machine and flies away. Bouncing back at critical times, but for a moment, the impact paralyzed and stiffened my arm.

As expected, the blade approached from left to right. When the collector could put his strength into his belly, he stopped his legs and went out to the meeting. I am not anxious about the strength of the sword. It's over there that breaks first.

I counted to ten, twenty, thirty. Shoulder slashed and torn, arms carved, forehead deeply broken but meeting ready to die.

Since when have we been so desperate to fight? Bite your back teeth as you think of the faces of the mighty enemies you've fought so far. I waved my sword strong and strong. One blow at a time is all I can do. Release all of yourself on your sword as you squeeze your soul.

How long has it been? The sun was setting completely. Neither, I stopped meeting and pulled a few steps at a time.

I'm totally breathing up. No, I guess it's more disadvantageous over wearing heavy armor, but the fatigue doesn't seem the same.

"When you're wearing something like this, it doesn't work."

Crimacos said so, taking off his helmet and removing his armor. The beautiful armor, engraved with a black and clammy crest, is scratched by the storm of slaughter. Even now I marvel at the power of the black lion, who beats so hard that it won't spill a single blade.

"Hey, Osama. Don't worry, when you lose later, it's because you took off your armor."

"Regardless. I was licking you a little bit, Klando. There won't be much time left over after sundown. Let me get my hands on you."

Crimacos began chanting when he engraved the mark with one hand. Atmospheric magic gathered in the sword of Crimacos, and the blade burned up in red copper.

- Flames. Magic sword!

It is a synthetic technique of witchcraft and sword moves that Dorothea often does. This allowed the operator to mount the attack many times more powerful than usual, precisely a secret secret.

"My attribute is fire. Don't feel bad. Let me put my cat on."

"You're kidding me! That's cheating! Zulu!"

Without lending his ear to the good bun of the treasurer, Crimacos waved the magical sword of the fire attribute. A giant fireball is shot out of a crimson burnt body one after the other. The treasurer flashed over the ground.

The flames burned to the wreckage of Shia, which was destroyed by a bench set in the garden rather than a tree, which immediately became a sea of fire.

(What's going on, why are such strong characters in de seclusion! Er uh, sure, in this case, it seems Dorothea wanted a countermeasure...)

The collector was desperately remembering the words that only his chest had a big elf to say as he fled from the magical sword that shook the area away with tremendous firepower.

- Later, Klund. A man who uses a magical sword is a much rarer species than a righteous man. First of all, while you're alive, don't worry, I won't see you two.

- Mm-hmm? Not if we meet. That's right.

- Ha. In that case, I'll leave it to you. Because I cook it crispy and scratch it from my ass and crush it with burr teeth and eat it. Rest assured.

- What if I didn't have straw? Hmm.

- At that time, then. Set your sexual roots like a man. It's an attack!

Instead of opening it up, it didn't even help shit. The treasurer hurried back out of the fireball where he decided to step again, spitting out the dirt in his mouth on the rolling clap.

"No... instead of defeat, there's only an image of death"

"What's up? You just run around, Klando. Show me more, more fun."

"Don't just leave me alone!

"Men do better at scattering! Demonic Sword - Flaming Spear (Flame Lance)!"

Crimacos chanted sorcery when he shouted out loud. The long sword shoots out a few flaming spears at the collector. I jumped at a rate I couldn't even think of, but the flame sharply blurred my right ankle, and the pain ran like burning my brain. He falls into depression and tries to get up quickly, but has already lost his agility.

Now the cold sweat conveyed his back wondering if it was really over. A giant fireball is approaching as it draws a thousand cuts of darkness. Will Immortality Crest "Immortality Red" be activated even when the body becomes charcoal?

As he squeezed his strength and twisted himself, a suddenly invisible wall appeared in the void, knocking out a mass of heat, as it blocked the flame.

"Is this - water?

When I stretched my palm and touched the wall, it was certainly a wall made of cold cut water.

"Klando, are you kidding me?

When the collector turned his neck in the direction of his voice, there was a figure of Lacey standing in the pond, liquefying her body.

"Yourself, woman! This is a holy ride. Literally, watering down men's battles."

"Don't be silly! All of a sudden you use magic, you're the coward!

"Ugh. Don't be ridiculous, technique is part of the move. Using our technology in battle is cowardly."

"Then I'm Klund's wife! If you're a couple, you'll always be one! There's nowhere on this earth for a woman to shut up knowing her husband can do it!

"Lacey!"

"Hey, Klando. I told you to protect me."

Lacey remained in the Water Spirit (Seylane) state, trying to suck up the pond water when she smiled, and manipulated freely.

Water Flow Wave Strike (Aquablast), an intermediate magic of water attributes. Mountain waves turned into a large spear when they were squeezed up critical in space. He attacked Crimacos as he plunged from heaven, sounding an awesome roar that shook his fears just to hear.

"Uh-oh!

The mass of water is heavier than humans would imagine. Crimacos quickly uses fire to put a shield in front of him, but he was not Lacey's enemy, awakened by hydromagic.

The wave of momentum that shattered the vibrations slammed through the walls of the school building as it gently punched through the body of Crimacos.

The power of nature to wipe out even screaming was overwhelming. As the collector naturally healed the foot wound with the force of the crest, and stood firm, he saw the crimacos crawl out of the fragments of the crushed scattered wall.

"Heh, no kidding!

"Absolutely!

Crimacos, who was already dead, waved his sword as he rose. It is an unprecedented giant fireball that embodies his anger.

Lacey quickly puts up a defensive formation with water, but was jumped big because he was out of the pond, and stopped moving while he was flanked.

Running over quickly, holding hands, Lacey shook her hand back with her face held still. Crimacos was squeezing his last force and using his magic, poking one knee at the ground and roughing his breath.

Magic drains mental and physical strength by the time it is unusual. Except when Dorothea was just here, it wasn't a reason not to use a magic sword.

Crimacos originally assumed that the possession of magic was man-made. It couldn't have been more silly to use and not wear out.

"Aren't you ashamed to be helped by a woman?

"No, I guess the only time I'm ashamed of myself is when I couldn't beat Temehe to death on this occasion"

"Bullshit. Either way, you lost your trump card."

"Well, we're each other. You're already out of gas, aren't you?

Crimacos had obviously taken a lot of damage because of a hard blow to his whole body. His complexion is blue and white like that of a dead man, and the heat of fire on his sword is beginning to fade.

I'm moving forward with a chill, but I couldn't count on the power to cage in my knees. Fu, the collector raised his face with the feel of potatoes and droplets hitting his forehead. It's not my fault. It rained.

"Rain, why -!"

Crimacos looked up at the sky and exclaimed.

Without setting it apart, black clouds pushed against the overhead sky, and the rainfoot that descended took strength. Crimacos stares at the sky, similarly, in dismay.

It was a loose shell look, shown by a man completely abandoned by a twitch.

It is a torrential rain. Little after the parallax, I came down. The blade of Crimacos had made a noise with juice and raised white smoke, but eventually it turned into the color of nothing original, as iron with baking was soaked in water and lost heat.

The rain came out so hard that we didn't know each other's faces. but this is one of the things the winner necessarily has. It was luck.

The god smiled at the treasurer at last.