Dungeon+Harem+Master

"Look, I just felt a wave of fierce disdain coming from the rear, and it's my fault."

"Eh. Hey, no. Don't be afraid, Klando. I don't even know what's coming out."

"If your husband says so, it must be true."

"That's right. My instincts are as sharp as they are."

"Yep. But then, you have to watch your back and walk."

"I'll take care of the back."

Then I'll protect that Pordina.

"Well, then, I'll take Klund's back... eh. I'm the one who made the most of it!

The three collectors of the dungeon's forty tiers, Pordina and Lacey, were proceeding jizzily in a conversation that lacked a sense of tension.

"It's annoying that Mr. Koke isn't here."

"Yeah, that's unusual. It's obvious there's no such thing as a shiny cocksucker."

I grabbed the hem of the collector's jacket like Lacey was frightened. The collector alerts the area as he heartily lifts his right eyebrow, smelling Lacey's darkened sweet body odor.

The collectors lit their own pine lights at a point where the benefits of the native Romless Hikarigoke disappeared in the cave.

The thick blade of the great sword held by Pordina is shaking in the light and glowing cold. Did she also intensify her nervousness, and I found her overhead dog ears pinned.

(Sounds solid and unusual. I can't believe Pordina didn't follow my instructions)

Turning back the way the collector came to his gaze piercing jizzily from behind, there was a figure of Pordina lowering her tail as she nodded at Shun, ready to be pissed off by her husband.

"I had a strange heartbeat. Disobeying orders, this sin..."

"Oh, that's enough. Never mind."

If the reason I followed you until you defied the instructions of Operation Foundry's Disruption guided me, I wouldn't even be willing to blame you.

The party, which became three collectors, Lacey and Pordina, moves on to the dungeon.

(Now, if this is the deepest part, it's time for one or two vicious bachemonts to pop up.)

"Whatever joke you just made, you guys hide behind my back. I don't know what kind of monster came by surprise."

Yeah, I'll take care of it.

"As your husband pleases."

The guard of the treasurer ended with concern.

Not a single monster came upon us even as we walked slowly.

The space in front of you remains unchanged and heavily pressed and silent. When my nose was cracked, I could smell the damp air and the unique smell in the cave.

"Ah, the lights..."

Lacey twinkles with a bump. Soon the collectors were crawling out of the darkness into a bright, clean cobblestone aisle.

Deep beneath the ground, it is a space of light as if it were illuminated by intense sunlight coming down from the ceiling glass of Arcade Street on a sunny day.

When the collector dropped his gaze at his feet, the white floor stone without a chili was as accurate as it had been measured and cut with no dimensions in the machine, and that was accelerating some sort of creepiness.

The ceiling was natural rock walls but oddly white. Coquettes that emit light native to this dungeon grew regularly and surprisingly when I gazed. Those cockerels matched rock skin and walls with crop-dyed shades as if they had been smeared with poster colors, and for a moment the possessor almost mistakenly thought that this might be a painting of some attraction in modern Japan, not in the F world, and his head cracked.

"Your husband. This seems to be the end point."

As Pordina put it, there was a huge door waiting in front of him on a ten-metre quadrant with strange texts pathologically applied.

It's not the first time I've interacted with a being called a guardian beast, but until now there's always been something close to total force.

For a moment in the collector, the idea arose of abandoning his obsession and waiting for his companions to come, but his natural stubbornness twisted the weak of his heart simultaneously when he looked up at Lacey, who looked up worryingly at himself.

"Keh. Then we win. I don't know what kind of bakemon you have, but if it's on this keeper, it's a chocolate choy. Come on, Pordina, Lacey! Follow my back!

"Ugh."

"Understood."

The collector pushed his left hand through the door at once as he slammed through his hips score.

- Will there be ghosts or snakes?

After a few seconds, the collector turned around and immediately went home, leaving any woman in the mood to forget everything while intoxicated.

There was a blue and white turtle with a very huge and creepy ningen head in front of him.

"Yokuzo, Kokomade traces to Ita Seeker Yo. I, Kosoha, guardian beast Showanoo. Omaeno Power Hakalasete, Morauzo"

The room, which had a huge tortoise guardian beast named Showanou, was laid with white floor stones on one side, but oddly waved by the way, with countless tiny ponds dotted.

It is an odd turtle stained with dark blue all over its body.

The difference was highlighted where the face and limbs were not different from those of man.

"I don't know, what is this room? I don't see the vanishing point. I'm going crazy."

There was no reason for the collector to be confused either. I don't know what kind of magical powers work, but only in this space, oddly enough, there was no heaven, no matter what the earth was.

(I don't know what kind of bluff it is, but the only way to do it is to smash down that turtle in front of me.)

"Lacey, please follow me. Pordina, let's go."

"Yes."

Act more than you think. Especially since, only this time, there are only two bills pushing forward: myself and Pordina. The collector kicked the ground and rushed out into the showang.

Showanoo is a giant turtle bucket thing with a bald-headed man's face. My hands and feet support my body at leisure, which is likely to be as good as a 90-type tank while sticking firmly to the ground.

The collector lowered himself as he flipped his coat when he held the black lion, a proud love knife, backwards.

I dropped my hips and jizzed Showanoo's golden pot eyes.

I don't know how much this behavior means...

(The point is temper)

It is only when we kill each other that our eyes have some kind of will to cage, not unlike our species.

The collector knew in his previous experience that it was only a small reading of the other's actions and thoughts that kept him out of sight that would lead to his own survival.

(You don't know where you're looking. - It's a Bakemon.)

The physique of myself and the guardian beast is too different.

The weakness seems like a head no different from a human, but I can't judge it unless I try to set it up.

"Whoops."

While he thought of it that way and packed the distance, Showanoo exhaled his freezing breath when he opened his big mouth and showed his bright red mouth.

The possessor's body moved reflexively into the motion of the hiatus air.

The distance is still about twenty or thirty meters, but the frontal air freezes in an instant.

Showanoo came forward in such a quick move that he could not imagine from that giant.

"Whoa."

My body floated into the universe sooner than I braked. Pordina, who was in the rear, picked his collar and let him dodge it with a critical edge.

"Are you okay?"

"Thanx"

That is Pordina, who boasts exceptional strength. It's like lifting a jean dog from her, even if it's a giant adult male.

The collector restarted his sword when he went down to the ground from the state of his lady's embrace.

(Ke. Can't we get close to the candle? With Karen and Rudge, we can attack from a distance and see how it goes.)

- No, let's not screw around.

Untrained or bewildered in battle is life saving.

"Pordina, use your speed to distract him. Diffuse enemy braces without narrowing the target. We'll cut in all at once when we have a gap."

"Understood."

Understanding the collector's maneuver, Pordina threw down a heavy machete and ran out of between.

It is the role of the hounds in the hunt. The movement of Pordina, who abandoned his heavy weapon and became lighter, was identical to that of Kemono.

The power of Wearwolf, who originally excelled in power and agility among the subhuman, is far beyond human beings.

With enough offensive power, even with his bare hands, Pordina circled around Shawang at a certain distance.

In humans, if Usain Bolt had sped just over thirty-seven kilometers an hour, Pordina's speed would have reached a hundred and thirty kilometers over Cheetah at this time.

Besides, the scary thing about the Wearwolves was that they could keep this speed going for more than two minutes.

Neither could Shounwa narrow the target of the ice brace to this, just pointlessly moving his long neck to the right and to the left.

- Now.

I'm not the one who misses this opportunity. Running over at his very top speed, far from reaching Pordina, he kicked the ground and jumped up in momentum.

(If you're this giant, if you're on your back, there shouldn't be any specifications to deal with)

"Hot."

But Shawunwa made it as quick as a whip when he jumped out the tail he had been able to pull in. He slammed it from behind to the imminent keeper.

Besides, Shounwa's tail is not just his tail.

The tip of the tail was a vicious snake with enormous claws and fangs.

Fangs loom in momentum.

The zodiac cuddled up the black lion and deflected the tail attack with criticism.

"Nnah."

Cut back quickly to see the slaughter.

The cutting edge succeeded in spraying blue and black blood with cuts into the head of the zun and snake.

As the collector quickly flew back and forth, he escaped the range of tail attacks.

"Your husband."

Pordina, who was watching this, grabbed Showanoo's left forefoot when she decided to give him a shovel.

Wearwolf's power far exceeds that of man.

When Pordina succeeded in unbalancing the showang, which would reach dozens of tons, she took a flickering and extraordinary distance from the ice braces that had been released.

However, Shawang jumped into the pond, which is numerous in space, especially as he moved to slip without showing any upset.

As soon as the intense splash rises, the figure of Shawang disappears.

"Where the hell have you been?

The collector screams, but Showanoo was full of silence around him while he disappeared completely.

(Is that pond bottomless? What is this? -)

"Pordina. Bullshit!

Showanoo appeared from the pond behind Pordina with the scream of the collector. Showanoo, who appeared with the roar, opened his mouth and fired a series of water bullets.

But Pordina's agility and fighting sense exceeded the expectations of the collectors and the showans. When she moves her overhead dog ear pickly, she jumps up without even looking back and scratches one Showanou water bullet after another.

The water bullet ends underdeveloped while shattering the white floor stone.

"Yarna. Naraba, Kolehadowda"

Showang shouted as he felt it, this time shooting an ice bullet at Pordina.

But Pordina ran to sew between the pond and the pond, and when she grabbed the machete she had thrown down earlier, she struck back the ice bullet released.

The ice bullet broke and scattered as it flew straight to Showang and hit Kohlo. Showanoo jumps into the pond again and hides himself when he finds out his own attack won't make it through.

"Leave it to me."

Lacey, who was watching the battle in the distance at this time, rattled her proud throat to perform the Water Spirit's own song.

The researchers could not understand the meaning of the study singing in their own language, but after a while mundane and bubbles boiled from countless dotted ponds, and after little time those bubbles gained momentum.

"Hot. Is this hot water?

The water in the pond that could be bounced at the feet of the builder who stood on his side splashes, noticing for the first time that they were heated by high temperatures in Lacey's singing voice.

Although no one knows what secret art is, Lacey instantly boiled the temperature of the pond in space to the brink of boiling by the magic of her voice.

Showanoo jumps out of the pond too, not to mention this. Pordina, who was waiting, slapped the machete in her hand without even aiming.

Its speed and power succeeded in breaking Shawang's back by destroying the stiff armor without anything.

The boiled showang narrows its focus to Pordina, who now perceived it as the biggest threat, without fear of fine dust while suffering burns all over her body.

"Wait a minute. I'm the hero!

But there was no way that a possessor who had become completely unmarked would overlook this gap. Running over quickly, he buried the black lion on Showang's left leg, which was completely defenseless.

Showanoo loathed the attacking of the Caveman with a giant voice raised. When the collector pulled out the blade, he seldom cut Showang's leg as he moved in a ruinous manner.

Showanw shook his tail and pointed his snake head at him in an attempt to bite off the head of the collector.

"Ah. Don't come over here!

Lacey jumped right into the pond. Being a water spirit, she has a special ability to assimilate her body to water. Lacey moved quickly and moved away from Showang as she pulled the collector running around from his tail into the pond.

"Klund, daijibu?

"Obu. Um, Mr. Lacey. It would be helpful if you could speak up."

"Wow. Oh meh."

"Narhod. Sono Water Spirit no daughter ha Ersuda"

That's how Showanoo chanted a strange spell with his golden pot eyes glowing.

What was unlucky here was that there was not one bright man in the magical knowledge of this world among the members of the Founding Fathers at this time.

I have a bad feeling...

Instinctively, Shawanw's chant succeeded faster than the collector shook his spine.

When a glowing magic formation appeared in the air, it moved over Lacey's head.

"Ha, ha?

"Oh, come on! Lacey!?"

Showang's technique succeeded faster than the collector reached out, and Lacey's body began to freeze gradually from her feet.

"I am Nali, the guardian beast. Saa, Sono Daughter Saving Itakuba Time Haamarinaizo"

"The - bastard!

Suddenly, when the collector set the black lion on the upper stage, Showanoo dived into the pond again and hid himself.

It's stuffed like this.

"K, Klund. Run. Don't worry about me."

"Shut up! Kill that tortoise right now and help him!

I said something prestigious, but the collector was totally stuck. Showanoo does not show up at all from the pond in alarm of the raiders' attacks.

Time had passed, and it had frozen all the way around Lacey holding it in her chest.

"No, Klando. Leave me and run. If you go back and rendezvous with everyone, you'll win."

"Don't be stupid. Can I leave you alone?"

The freezing speed is noronorous, but perhaps at this rate Lacey will turn into a nasty ice statue in less than five minutes.

"Pordina. Go back and get everyone. There's no other hand."

And, if it were, the collector's decision would have been quick. He is a forceful, loser-averse collector, except when it comes to his family.

Pordina nods small and runs off to the exit like a wind. It wasn't Showang who missed that.

When you make a huge splash rise all the way up and emerge from the pond, you throw up a frozen brace from your mouth violently.

But once he decided to leave, Pordina didn't deal with Shawanw's intimidating attack at all, and ran away as he jumped up and cut a dragonfly in the sky.

(Come on, all you have to do is protect Lacey from this turtle bastard until everyone gets there)

The collector wore a coat that said he could lay Lacey gently on the spot.

"Klund......"

"Wait. I'll put my cat on right away."

Putting the black lion in plain sight slowly advances the walk.

"Come on, Showang. Now it's Tyman. If you're a man, don't hide, Keri.

"Sono Heartfelt Si"

The collector ran out parallel to Showanoo, trying to sew the pond dotted. Showanoo slowly packed his distance and went on offense as he moved his limbs cleverly.

Simply different body size and weight. From Showanoo's point of view, the collector is like an ant facing a giant elephant.

But this ant has a stinging poison. The poison is powerful and can sometimes kill giant elephants with one blow.

The tide of battle was extreme.

Showanoo spun out hard on the spot when he could pull his limbs and head into the methyl at once.

"What?

At the same time as the collector peels his eyes, Showang comes towards the straight line as he jumps as he slides over the pond and the floor stone.

"Ah."

The collector caught sight of a sharp blade flashing and brilliant from the edge of Shawanw's armor swirling at a steep speed.

Flew away.

Shock ran like hot water on my left shoulder. My heartbeat intensified at once. A hint of cold flows down my spine.

- Isn't that an anomaly? It's an old specialty monster.

Showanoo came to the collector again to draw a circle as he moved hard while bouncing for a while.

No matter how black lions are famous swords, it is imperative to defeat them if they engage directly with the giant showang.

(Just for a moment. If we can stop him from moving, we have a chance)

He glanced at Shounwa as he cared about the dodgy and flowing left shoulder wound.

And the war turned unexpectedly.

The roar rang in unison from behind the treasurer.

One, not two, put together. It shook up a space with no up or down.

- It was a bunch of wolves.

And that was because they were all roaring enough to wear the fur of the beast from their heads, to have something in their hands and to roar across the dungeon.

When I gazed at them, I gradually found out that they were still a bunch of young adventurers.

She has long stretched her hair like pitch black and her dog ears are pinned out from her head.

It was clear that the buttocks had fine tails growing blocked and subhuman.

All they had were heavy duty axes, hammers, and huge swords of thick blades on it, respectively.

The numbers were unreachable to twenty from what I saw, but the killing spirit released from the population is overwhelming.

A bunch of sub men attacked Shounwa at once without even giving the zodiac an eye.

Their movements were agile.

On top of that, the weapon-wielding handkerchief is light and tame, causing steady damage to the armor, not even the brace of ice released by Shounwa.

A bunch of dominated wolves.

That was the closest thing to the image.

With a pordina and a non-suffocating motion, the armor of the bouncing around shounwa ran the crack as he looked around.

But Shounwa hasn't done a guardian beast to Dada either. When I rolled out the blade of methyl that hurt the collector, I instantly chopped up a few of them that were attached.

The blade on the edge of the flying armor definitely damaged the men's bodies and caused so much damage that they could not stand up, that they developed blood smoke around them.

But the men rose shortly after they blew up a few meters rearward about how patient they were or insensitive they were again.

"How sturdy."

The long hair of existence, which was the head among the men, throws up abominably.

Cool eyes on sluggish nostrils.

The neat side of a man in his mid-twenties seemed like a statue made.

I saw eye to eye with a long-haired man with a sword like a bamboo.

(Definitely. Probably the same clothing wolf as Koitsu and Poldina)

The collector once remembered a story he had heard from Pordina in his sleep story. The Wearwolf clan had a flourishing rub with the Romeless nobility, which meant that they were now a very small number of species.

This is probably the first time I've seen a man's warewolf.

"Oi, brother. I'm right ahead of you."

"The monsters in the dungeon are not determined by who belongs where"

I had a strange and odd sense of affinity from the man in front of me on the back for words that pushed me away.

"That's right. But you don't even spend time with each other. I don't care about the handles or the artifacts ahead. I don't have time for this. Can you help me?"

When the collector said so, the man grinned lightly as he blinked his eyes as somewhere bewildered. That smile was very, occasionally shown when Pordina was in a good mood, and the collector was beginning to think he could believe this man unconditionally.

"That condition, swallowed"

"Just a little bit. Please stop the turtle from moving."

Copy that.

The man was quick in his decision.

And act and move quickly.

The man roared his throat before the collector restarted his sword.

Was that a signal...

The men who were wavy attacking Showanou retreated in unison.

(What are you going to do?

Faster than the zodiac thought, the man barked with momentum. At the same time, the group circled around its perimeter without getting there or leaving when they sieged Shounwa at a certain distance in an undisturbed motion.

Once retreated, it was the men's operation.

Shounwa tries to escape to the pond, but each time the men are unable to act as they think because they narrow the siege and apply pressure from the blind spot.

Or so, even if Shounwa scattered the ice braces he was good at, he couldn't catch them at all because the Wearwolf men were much faster and better.

The frustrated Shounwa tried to pull in his limbs again and make a rotating attack, but he can't even break through the siege net because the men come stuffed all at once without overlooking that gap.

A man with a huge hammer barked as Shounwa released the tail of the snakehead backwards in agony.

Shortly afterwards, a long-haired man, who was supposed to have been next to the collector, was moving to the side of Shounwa at some point, jumping.

A giant sword slashed the tail of the snake-head with its pin and neck stretched off its roots.

Blood like a fountain poured out of the tail of Shounwa doggedly.

At the same time, when the men scattered, they escaped from the tail of the snakehead.

I'm not the treasurer who misses that...

With the black lion in both hands, he penetrated from the front of the completely defenseless Shounwa.

Distracted by a bunch of wearwolves, Shounwa delayed only a few times to spit out her frozen braces.

The collector flew forward as he froze his entire body as he exhaled his temper from the bottom of his belly.

The black lion's cut stood zungly on Shounwa's forehead.

A blow from a collector with all his weight on it.

As the momentum remained, even the black lion's twilight buried in Shounwa's brain weather.

"Whoa, whoa."

The braces are no longer completely stopped.

The collector bit in so much that he rattled his back teeth as he froze his entire face up and cuddled up the black lion.

Zuch the black lion ran through the back of his head from Shounwa's forehead and danced in the sky. Brain plasma and mucous objects diffuse into the void.

The collector slapped Shounwa's neck off with a black lion all the time, not pushing him when he jumped lightly.

"I'm sorry, again, I'm stuck with my legs..."

"Silly. Don't worry about crap. Leave it to me. It's okay."

The collector was waiting for Pordina, who went to call for reinforcements, holding Lacey back.

At the same time as defeating the Guardian Beast, Lacey's technique is solved, and her frozen body returns to normal as she looks around.

Shounwa disappeared from the ground as the collector chopped off his neck, leaving only the methyl as it dissolved in green mucus making a noise with the shwashwa.

A group of Wearwolves who helped the collectors are not as talented, but go to collect treasures held by the bosses of the forty tiers.

The awesomeness of the ancient twelve artifacts was stained and known, but it was so important to the collector that Lacey could not be compared to such an artifact.

Lacey should have had a terrible look, but she had a satisfying grin as the baby was being held sideways by a collector.

"Even so, I don't know what that means. I hate turtles."

"Haha. Next time, I'll make you turtle soup at the store."

"If you just slap him down, he'll be fine."

"Maybe not. Maybe Klander's got to hold me."

"Can't you do that?"

One man stood on the back of the collector as he exchanged like that. He was a young man who headed an earlier group of Wearwolves.

"I don't mind doing a wild imitation, though. Are you sure you want to get the items in this hierarchy here?

"Oh, I don't mind. I don't have two words for a man."

When the collector said so, the man laughed furiously and thinly and put his arms together.

"I don't hate boney men like you. We'll do it inside for Ningen. My name is Luke. As you can see, it's a proud warewolf. I belong to a clan called Wolfhead. Haven't you heard a little about it?

Luke pinned his overhead dog ear as he strained his chest. The tail is also shaking left and right into small pieces. It was the same as it was when Pordina gave the "praise and praise" ripple.

"Huh. That's a name like the master of the Force."

"Yeah?"

Luke looked surprised and the collector returned it to me.

"Oh, never mind. We're talking here. I'm Klando. This is Lacey."

"Thank you for saving us from the danger."

Luke blinked as confused as Lacey honestly thanked him.

"Never mind. More than that, did the Klanders get this far with just the two of them? Without a buddy? It's suicide."

"It can't be Ng. You two can't go this far. My people, look. Looks like we just arrived late."

Apparently Luke had noticed more footsteps sounding from the rear than the zodiac pointed out. But I was suspicious to see how Luke was doing. My attitude was so calm that I just didn't think I'd been dealing with a guardian beast, I'm looking at both eyes with my ears up.

"Your husband! Sorry I'm late!

Turning around, I could see Pordina rushing over from the other side of the door picking the hem of her skirt as she took the Dorotheas.

"That one. They're mine."

Quicker than that, Luke disappeared from the front of the vaulter as he ran out like a shepherd. Shortly after being distracted, Luke suddenly jumped when he jumped out in front of Pordina, who was running in front of him.

"N?

For much of Luke's behavior, which is out of the range of assumptions, the keeper was at his best to puff his mouth like an oxygen-hungry goldfish.

Is this guy crazy about Pordina's transcendental beauty and prettyness -?

But the collectors weren't so worried at this point. It's about Pordina, who is more loyal to the collector than anyone else. Luke would be thrown and defeated before he could do this.

It's so decided, yeah, yeah...

"Pordina, it's me...! I've been looking for you. Oh, I can't believe we're seeing each other again here! This is God's guide......!

"Huh?"

"Luke, Sama"

But Pordina's reaction greatly betrayed the prospects of the collector.

Even if she didn't hold it back, Pordina was dew her emotions with a slight tear in her eyes.

"Haaaa!?

"Nyah."

The collector stood up so bright that when he threw Lacey away, even the hot air seemed to blow out of his head.

"Damn it!"

Luke and Pordina's hot embrace continues. When the collector walked out cuckolded to give out the man's sinister hormone as he tilted his face diagonally, "Hey, wait..." he fell to the foreground with a thought on the protruding rock at his feet because he was completely distracted.

"Umbu."

The stars scattered in front of him smashing his face.

With pain and shock, the collector farted violently.

Misery and pity multiply.

"Pfft. It's funny."

When Liza laughed in a voice that often passed, watching how it was farther away, the poor line presiding over the reasoning of the treasurer remained petite and cut a thousand.