Dungeon+Harem+Master

The collector returned to me as Dorothea covered his back fist in the face of an impending man.

I shouldn't. I need to stop it quickly.

The park was becoming a sea of blood. In response to Dorothea, Karen and Liza have beaten down the Yakuzas like the fish that got the water.

They were narrowly rampaged where they picked up the swords and sticks they had taken. The runaway pigeons are crushed unbroken under the asses of the blown men. The pigeons with their eyeballs peeled off said, "It's coming!" and raising the tragic Terminator to butterfly his feathers ran out of tragic words.

"Bye!

"Ugh?

To the strange barking voice the collector stiffened his body for a moment. If you look, the man whose wrist was cut off is covered in blood and leaning over the ground. Next door, Sizka, who had a sword, had a ruthless grin and distorted her lips.

No, don't be motivated, this guy too.

"Hey, you! What's going on? Those kids. You're so strong."

Excited pink-haired woman. Armendra, the elf occupier, pulls the sleeve of the keeper and rocks it. It would be force majeure for a breast with deep cuts into the chest to be squeezed narrowly and eyes into the deep valley.

"Ah, oh. Right. You're so strong."

I even feel angry with myself that somehow I can only give it back that way.

"Klund. Not if it's like that for everyone else. Those kids need to stop, or the Knights will come."

Lacey spoke tall as she wandered. You were in a pretty hurry, or you stepped on a pigeon who was running away at your feet. She jumped into her chest when she shouted "I must". It took the form of a face sticking into Lacey's hair, and I was thrilled by what a sad smell it was difficult to describe.

The collector saw a trembling dove with his neck crushed and sieved, worshipping with one hand to much pity.

The struggle continues even as we do so. I saw Liza punch the man in the back of the head with the stick he snatched, and at last the collector couldn't stand it and shouted.

"Pordina! If you curse, you'll get in the way. Get rid of it all at once!"

"Roger, my lord."

Pordina put her hand on the edge of the bench, which was in the corner of the park, as she ran out with it. Did you miss escaping from this big fight, or is it just dementia? There's an old man sitting on the bench like a lost soul.

The usual Pordina also shows certain consideration to the elderly, but the Lord's command takes precedence in everything.

Naturally the old man's life was underestimated.

The bench lifted lightly from old man to old man as she put her good effort into it.

"Huh?

The old man, who was a White River night ship, leaks a surprise voice, but it was slightly late. The Werewolves are proud of their power. Pordina threw herself at the old men's de facto as she shook the bench.

It has a tough wrist snap. With tremendous momentum, the bench knocks down about five men and beats them to the stone enclosure of a pond in the center, leaving them with a stuffy voice.

At that time, a few late escaped bakat pigeons put together and minced, "Coming Po!" and raised a short interrupter.

"I'll do it, dog! Ugh."

Karen jumped as she tried to step over the fallen men. Quickly throw the short spear in your hand. The score was stabbed in the back of a man whose legs were taken and imbalanced by his fallen companions in an attempt to escape without aim, causing a bloody tide to erupt.

"Who's the dog, you long-eared daughter?"

Pordina single-handedly eagles at the face of the man who rushes over to thank the collector and leaps into the exact midst of the struggle.

"This won't be over soon."

"Calm down. It's just a matter of time anyway... oh?

"How dare you..." she said in a heartfelt hurry as she hugged Lacey shaking her shoulder, hearing a nasty noise from the entrance to the park that scraped Kacha metal together.

Moving his perspective quickly, he saw a group of armored warriors slipping in while flying a squad flag that followed the (phoenix) by trying to kick the fleeing citizens.

"Whoa! Knights of the Phoenix!

"Yeah, yeah, eh. This is not a good idea... I'm gonna stop everyone."

"Hey, wait a minute, Lacey! Sizka, please."

"Leave it to me."

Lacey, who became a werewolf, runs over to the group unarmed. Sizka, who went on to receive instructions, went into follow-up.

"Hey, what are we gonna do? Whoa. This?"

When Armendra finished withdrawing the shop, albeit so well, she packed all the cuts into a bag and carried them. It is an unexpected and unexpected move.

"This outlaw. Where the hell do you think you are? After making a scene in the park, which is a civic retreat. I'll capture you in one piece and send you to jail, so be prepared!

A knight around forty storing a rich mustache cried out to everyone to hear him with his crushed throat. The grasp only subsided for a moment, but a few seconds later the feud resumed as if nothing had happened again.

The bearded knight's face turns red as he looks at it. He, when he took a deep breath, still walked over in the storm trying to regain his mind and persuade him again, but he hit Dorothea's big ass, which flied out loud, pushed him backwards and poked him in the buttocks with his thoughts.

I wish that was all, but as it was, Dorothea's rich glutes pressed against her face, causing momentum to strike the back of her head on the ground with each helmet. When the bearded knight lightly remembered his eyesight, he nevertheless struggled to get up.

"What are you doing? Open up!"

A relentless elbow was protruded backwards. The hard part of Dorothea hit the defenseless nose of a bearded knight who tried to raise his face hard.

A dull noise broke his nose beam, and the bearded knight was severely bored, but Dorothea returned to the field of contention when he grabbed the spear that was falling again, without giving a glimpse. The collector blued and tried to escape softly, but the collar was clearly grabbed by Armendra.

- Hey, what are you going to do?

- Yeah, what should I do?

(Oh, I kind of feel like my stomach is getting clogged all the time...... maybe not today)

"Ho, ho, ho, it's a bondage! If you want to defy me, slash it and throw it away!

The bearded knight screamed with his bloody face. The Phoenix Knights fierce jumped wackingly into the crucible of frenzy. There's no way anyone can pack up on how they did it anymore.

As the collector crawled on all fours and tried to escape into the bush and hide, the pigeon carcass rolled down in momentum in front of him. I look at this one jiggly with pitiful eyes.

Sorry, I can't do anything, I turned my face away reflexively.

"Hmm, what...?

A twinkling breeze grew towards the center of the park, as if to express the heart of a collector who was hating everything. Seeing it, the sky, which was sunny, was covered by a black cloud that suddenly appeared.

"Whoa."

"Oh, my God."

The men in contention shouted orally. The whirlwind, which appeared untouched earlier, gradually gained momentum and strengthened its forces in the central part of the park, becoming large enough to rub together only at any given time.

"... Armendra. Apparently, my eyes have rotted in the last few seconds."

"Don't worry. Because I see the same thing."

That was an unusually surreal sight.

A giant dove had descended upon the center where the Dorotheas, the Yakuzas, and the Knights of the Phoenix would all dispute. Will the width of the wings be nearly ten meters wide?

But if the collector would let me, it would only have looked like Osama wearing a giant pigeon outfit.

The upper body is indeed a living dove itself, but the middle part of the chest is exposed the face of a middle-aged, tired wolf. Her lower body was sagging and her ugly heartbeat with fat sticking out. The black brief had a strange mock in the groin area and the slightly thin legs were covered with bristles and unbalanced.

"What? Is my brain crazy? Weird old man wings with pigeon clothes..."

"I wonder what it is. What a joke, here."

Armendra was patting her eyes as she opened her mouth wide.

"Oh, my God, Temee Ha"

"Ha ha, a dove."

"Are you kidding me? I don't know, it just sprang up and came out."

"It's so disgusting."

People who were hanging out are starting to scream instantly at each other at a distance. I can't help it. The very pigeon demon had disgusting shapes.

"Apparently, we're not the only ones seeing strange pigeon bastards."

"Wait, Klando. There's no chance he's still under mass hypnosis."

"Foolish Canal Human Domoyo. Dokomade, my Ga family, abusive Gereva Qi Gas Mutsumotumorida."

"The pigeon jerk talked!

The collector opened his mouth like an idiot.

"Uh, I don't know what to say."

Armendra is also confused and stunned not knowing what to do ahead.

"I'm a pigeon demon. Kono Shino Dove Svetezil Dove God Nyoli Repatriation Wasaleta. Now Kosovar Divine Punishment Lower Stoxo"

The Pigeon Demon said that he was about to pick up the carcass of a pigeon falling in the park with a pigeon-headed couch at the top of his own, but he eventually trampled down in frustration as he boiled his business to the point that he couldn't pick it up very well. Too harsh.

- Oh, come on, you were one of us.

"Uh. Dove Mendola. We've apparently bought the wrath of the Dove God."

"What are you mixing it with? You think I'm an ant?

"You're not a substitute for a level that can be measured in that part anymore, like ants and pears..."

The Pigeon Demon said, "It's coming!" Raising the roar of anger, he fiercely challenged the people to battle. Throw the flock of yakuzas, knights, and lizards, with giant feathers, a thousand slices, and scattered unclean feathers that seemed to take one shot at lung disease if inhaled immediately.

(Ah! Liza... Oh, we're up. Looks like he's fine with being left alone. The question is, how do we get out of this chaos? Shit, who is it? The one who pigeon-bullied me)

The collector poisoned his mind by forgetting that he had also kicked up the dying dove earlier.

"Whoa! Hey, what the hell is this? My sword doesn't sting me at all!

The Yakuza are knocking their swords around the pigeon devil's neck, but they haven't arrived at all because of their thick feathers or even meat.

When the pigeon demon moved the pigeon's neck at the top, he pinched the man with a couch and dumped him poi. The man hit the back of his head on the block surrounding the pond and nauseated violently. The brown ones pollute the vita and the little white gravel laid in the park.

"Foolish Canal Human Me. I niha, sonoyona monoha effect canu. Eating Rae. Pigeon Sorcery - Everlasting Peace Ibu (Peace Love Cyclone)"

When the Pigeon Demon finished his chant, the vicious area around his chest - including the part where the middle-aged wolf's face was peeled out - lit up cheaply.

As soon as they were around, a small twinkle arose, and they eventually sucked up the men and danced high in heaven when it became a tornado.

The treasurer looked up at the men who had been danced up about twenty meters.

Eventually the tornado, generated by the magic of the Pigeon Demon, was fogged and the men who were dancing heavenly began to fall one after the other all over the park.

Those caught in the grass, soft soil, and tree perimeters barely breathed with serious wounds, but the men, who fell morose upon the cobblestone laid down, crumbled "cuddly" like tomatoes thrown at the wall. The treasurer turned away.

"Ku...... Don't flinch, don't flinch. You guys are still part of the proud Knights of Phoenix to keep the city safe. Whatever it takes to get rid of it."

"Knock it off. The Mogherini family will be named after a noble knight! Bastards, chop that pigeon bastard up into catfish."

"- Nantoiu fool kana human domomelaga. God, no anger, no anger, no anger."

The pigeon demon gently spread his feathers toward a group of approaching men, wagging, resting perfectly on the spot.

"Pigeon Magic - Noble Duvet (Innovation Life)"

From the wings, the feathers were launched uninterrupted towards the men as if they were automatic small guns. It is such a precision shooting that it falls in love like a machine. The bullet of arrows unleashed by the Pigeon Demon did not have a pointed tip as a hand rather than the faces of the men, but stabbed them from next to next.

The knights, wrapped in perfectly defensive armor, concentrated the parts of their faces that were partially exposed or the joints of their armor, and the Yakuzas instantly became bloodstained after eating a series of feathers, no matter where they were.

"Ku - Dorothea!

From what I can see, the Dorotheas have a dome-shaped defense with Karen's wind magic, which seems to have managed to overwhelm the attack. One feather after another was rolling in the wind and bouncing apart.

The collector had no idea why he was involved in such a battle in such a place, but a strong survival instinct came first.

- Discuss that unintelligible dove.

There would be no other way to walk away from this place.

"Pordina. Run away with the Dorotheas when I give the signal. Sizka asked for Armendra."

Sizka nodded unchanged. Pordina showed only a moment of intense distortion and hesitation in her face, but she could not disobey the life of the Lord again, and responded with a voice of disapproval.

"Hey, pigeon bastard there. Unlike an elephant, I eat!

When the collector barked hard, he pulled his long sword out of his waist and ran out. Behind me, I felt signs of the women running away. I saw the pigeon demons kick the knights as they bashed their big feathers.

"Damn. Whoa. What the hell. Ah. Fluffy, the blade won't come through."

"And the spear! Down the street, huh?"

At the end of his gaze he saw the Yakuzas pushing their swords and spears resolutely against the body of the Pigeon Demon. Apparently, the extremely thick feathers covering the demon's body prevent all attacks with "fluffiness". By his side, he also looked like a kid playing with a big dress.

"Madawakaranunoka. fool kana human domoyo......!

The pigeon demon opened a couch in strangely dirty shades when he brought the bird head of his head. When I wondered if the back of my bright red throat twinkled, a continuous light wheel hit the men's bodies as they sounded a frequency similar to digital audio. Looks like you're witnessing an old monster movie.

"Around!"

"Agu. What the hell..."

When the men take a direct hit of the monstrous rays emitted by the pigeon demon, they shrink their bodies as they glance white and shine, turning into a little dirty pigeon, they say, "It's coming!" She screamed vigorously and disappeared one after the other into the cloudy sky.

"Hey, dude. Is there such a thing? Whoa!

As the collector opened his eyes and shouted, the face of the oyster on the pigeon demon's chest spoke proudly.

"Collezo pigeon magic no peak, pigeonized rays. Kono technique, Nyoli, I, Raha, Ancient Kala family member, Yashi Tekita-"

"You're lying! You're too scared, this is!

Maybe the pigeons in the parks and station buildings that I've seen before are sadly innocent folk grass turned into pigeons by demons. With every previous occasion, the collector only slightly regretted taking Jizzy's bread to do breadcrumbs on the pigeons in the park and sprinkling it on the pond carp.

When the Pigeon Demon set his aim on the Folder, he attacked with impending momentum. The spread wings stretch wide to the left and right, bouncing the crowd men off one end like paper dolls.

"Wow."

The giant fat yakuza, who was frightened and running away, slipped and fell on the skin of the fruit that was falling.

Then, a knight who decides to backstep in an attempt to engage a pigeon demon attack is taken by the meat of a giant fat wavy belly and overthrown. A sharply sharpened sword rises into the universe away from the knight's hand. The pigeon demon slapped his long sword down to the ground with a long couch, and his cuttoe just meets the bowels of a giant fat man lying on his back.

"Nanaka!

The giant fat man rolled around and smothered as he raised an unusual voice. Angry knights wanted to stop by and stab fat people with spears, swords and todomes. The confusion was extreme.

From previous battles, no direct attack on the pigeon demon's epidermis has been given that effective.

The thick feathers that cover your body completely block the attack with the blade. And, if it is, the attack still has to narrow to the person and lower body that are visible in the middle of the chest that are exposed to weaknesses.

The collector used the long sword (Black Lion) violently as he dived into the foot of the pigeon demon attacking him as he slid through the ground.

The lower body of a pigeon demon is no different from that of a human being. The cutting-edge slammed the pigeon demon's leg hard and scattered a rainy tide of blood around him. Zach, the warm rain fell on my face.

The balance of the pigeon demon who was gliding through the universe collapses. The collector intercepted with his long sword resting on the ground while lying on his back.

The blade was stabbed to be sucked into the pigeon demon's chest. The long sword stayed about halfway when it was buried in the nose beam from the forehead of the human face.

I didn't even have time to think that was it. The Quite Vital Pigeon Demon managed to spread his wings and escape the blade when he flapped them, suddenly surfacing in the void.

"Damn. Shiatsu bastard."

The person on the chest who had spoken the language is floating a dead minister in complete silence. Frozen in blue and black, Oyaji's face stared at the collector on the ground with both eyes open.

When the treasurer was about to wake himself, the ropes were thrown innumerably from all sides toward the pigeon devil. It was the Knights of the Phoenix who had been unilaterally attacked before. Agility and intimidation earlier had already been lost from the Pigeon Demon because of the enormous damage done to the central part of the body. After being hung all over his body, the pigeon demon was finally dragged down to the ground.

At the same time, the knights began to throw one after the other at the Pigeon Demon as they swirled over their heads a small pot with rope. Along with the dull noise, the kettle cracked and the smell of muffled oil burst into the area.

"Okay, let go of the fire arrows."

The oil-stained feathers still burned so mightily as the knights fired simultaneously at the pigeon demon with the decree of the Bearded Knight. Is the meat starting to cook too, I can stand around with a slightly fragrant smell. The sawdust recalls the collaboration between Boonjiri's fat and sake at the tip of his tongue reflexively, swallowing the raw spit.

"Nuo. Human Domme......! Taste na imitation"

"Shut up, you pigeon pop bastard! Everyone, we will take him in the name of the Knights of the Phoenix!

The Bearded Knight sent a signal of assault together with his right hand up sassy when he shouted majestically.

"Answer!

The knights strike the pigeon demon without fear with their angry, burning eyes.

The Caveman felt there, seeing the essence of chivalry.

"I'm not a knight, so you run away. Adue."

The collector fled the scene early as he roared with go-go and watched the burning dove demon wrapped in the fire.

- I don't want to go to that park anymore.

With that in mind, I rushed through the city, and I saw a white hand inviting me a little bit from the alley. It was Sizka and Armendra.

"You guys are safe."

"Klund!"

Sizka hugs me like I'm impressed. When Armendra, who was next door, rounded her eyes with a gnawed face, she cut her gaze with an unfamiliar face as soon as possible.

(Yeah. Maybe she doesn't know much about our relationship. I didn't even explain it)

From Armendra's point of view, Lacey's husband, the collector, plays an intense love scene against other women in grandeur. He would also have caught his mouth early when things were not swallowable.

The collector buried his face in Sizka's dark hair and enjoyed the sweet and sour irresistible fragrance by sounding his nose. I have eyes for Armendra. She looked like she'd seen something she shouldn't have seen. Why.

"Armendra......"

"Huh? What!"

"Even if you're so freaked out. For now, I'm thirsty, so let's make some tea."

The collectors turned to the coffee shop to moisten their dry throats. Armendra was not a woman otherwise without initiative, but it took the form of being pulled around by the meaningless momentum of the collector.

When I arrived at the table for four, the collector ordered it from the clerk. Naturally, next to the treasurer, Sizka is sitting back as she naturally should. Armendra's gaze became so harsh.

"I'm a regular Romless Cold Tea. Sizka should be the same. Um, what about Armendra?

"I, in Jackajakatie"

A jacajaca tea is a tingly sweet, spicy, mouth-watering tea that ferments and brews jacajaca leaves native to the Romles. The collector didn't really like this tea because it smelled like medicine somewhere, but he wasn't willing to kettle it up to what others ordered.

"Even so, what was that pigeon bastard? I don't know why."

The collector left sipping the transported tea, staring at the butt of the lady's salary. Armendra's eyes, which quickly grasped the tip of her inferior gaze, become even cooler. I strongly thought this woman needed forgiveness.

"Klander than that. No injuries anywhere? Are you okay?"

"Oh, don't worry. Yeah. I'm invincible."

Sizka carefully touches her body with her thin fingertips as she moisturizes her black eyes. Armendra talked to me to interrupt whether the look was too glossy.

"Hey, more than that, what happened to Lacey? Aren't you worried?

"We all got away with it while I had the pigeon bastard on the hook. No problem."

"I hope so."

"It seems to include something..."

"Well, let me tell you something. Crand has a wife named Lacey, but it's not a good idea to get her hands on that friend. Don't think you should think and act a lot too. It might be an extra favor, but hey."

"Better than that"

Sizka snubbed the right arm of the treasurer.

"Did they treat you like that?

"I want you to make compatible fortunes"

"... well, promises are promises. Armendra, I don't have a hobby for sticking my neck in something too mend, so don't ask in depth. So, is it Sizka? Put your hands on this crystal ball and close your eyes. Think strongly of the person you think of right now... Munyamunya, Mustafa Kemarun!

As Armendra cast a spell toward the crystal, the magic immediately expressed and the white light filled the area.

Boo, there is a spell on the crystal that the collector doesn't understand. Armendra was roaring with a pug-like face sprayed with pepper on her nose head as she wrinkled between her brows.

"What do you think?"

"I won't rush you. Mm-hmm. Sizka. The person you think is quite in the mood. I often act on my thoughts. Change your mood on the spot and let you get lost. That'll be a problem someday, won't it? You will have a homely, quiet and serene personality. I much prefer to do things in the house and deal with kids and animals rather than move around outside. It would be a good fit to do sewing and cooking and all that stuff in the house. Don't think too much about them. If we go too far together, we'll get tired in time. That's what this is all about... but I think I'll probably have a pretty hard time going forward. I know it's never an easy journey, but it's not a bad compatibility per se. But let me tell you something personally, I think you'd rather be with someone older and more inclusive. Mr. Armendra's fortune is over now."

- You made a good point. The collector looked Armendra in the eye as she gently unwinded Sizka clinging to her right arm. Something is shaded like a bead. He didn't want to stick his neck in this issue any more.

"On the journey of ordeal, fine. I'm used to enduring it."

Sizka responded with a reassuring look somewhere.

"Sneak the intolerable, the unbearable. All relationships run out of it..."

"Klund, you'll never die like this."

Armendra's advice stained me.