Dungeon+Harem+Master

The collector put his hands on the collar covering Dorothea's throat.

"Stop it! Didn't you hear about the fright? There is a powerful poison curse on this collar!!

"Oh, I've been listening. Yo."

Dorothea screamed as the duck sat with Petan and his legs out and his ass dropped. You once remind me of a man who lost his life trying to take this collar off. Wolf with a sad face.

She stood up to stop immediately, but she was out of her hips to see if the thread of tension had broken. I can't get up well.

While doing so, the collector's fingertips turn blue and black as he looks at them with the effect of the poison ejected from his collar. Doddly laughs arose from the mercenaries of the Chamber of Commerce watching.

"This guy, this guy! This man is an idiot with no threshold. I didn't expect you to put your hands on that collar yourself. It's too kind of you to save us the trouble!

"Daimyo, Alexander's right, you're showing a good cuckoo in front of an old woman."

"You must be mistaken for being mean!

"Think of yourself as a god!?

"It's easy not to pee on my own, but it's boring not to have too much fun."

"I don't even want to think our ranch was scratched by this."

"I pushed you all the way out here, and you've got time to use it. It's a waste of money to polish your stuff. Give me the grinding fee. I want you to pay while you breathe."

"I can't take that collar off because of how much I've lost. Man, giving up is the key."

The treasurer gave strength to the bondage, without even making a flying curse. Dorothea lowered her hands as she relieved herself, and wept a tear of tears.

"What an undressed ending. Well, this isn't what I imagined, and I'm sure I enjoyed it. Hey, Cornelius."

I spoke to a forty too many men who stood behind me as Alexander mesmerized. The ruler of the slave ranch, Cornelius Kidd, is sprinkling a cigar in his mouth with his dripping eye lid half-closed.

When the collector moved his point of view only for a moment with Chirali, he meshed his back teeth vigorously as he became like a beast. If I can't take it off anyway, I'm coming for a taka. Even for Cornelius it was.

The faces of the women who had been deprived of their dignity and connected in the herdsmen's brains came to mind. We need slaves in this world. In the first place, it's not like modern Japan, where the collectors spent time. I'm not even going to give that credit.

But even if they are slaves, they are undoubtedly living, bloody human beings. If you slash it, you bleed, and if you slap it, you weep. Sometimes we'll feel depressed, and it's bound to be no different from ourselves to make our hearts jump to a little everyday whispering good fortune. If you don't feel like it, you may lose your hand, and if you eat a mesh, you're an unmistakable creature who shits. No matter what reason the slave traders line up, they pay no minimum respect and are not allowed to treat them unhindered like factory-built inorganic objects.

Icarus, Sandra, Dorothea, and the face of a baby who left the world without hearing his voice, in turn blinking and rushing away through his head.

"Klando, don't do this anymore."

Dorothea shook her lips with a faint voice. The effect of the curse collar, which poisons those who tried to remove it, was shown to be clear to anyone's eyes.

The collector's face is filled with dark black dots as if painted all over the ink. Alexander went, as if he had won.

"I wonder if I'm finally screwed, Crand. Hey. The poison seems to be on par with that Wyburn. I don't care how much you are, but this time it's all over again."

"The same as Wyburn," he said? Then he is already inexperienced!!

With the cry, blue and white light radiated violently from his chest.

The lumps of light that cut through the dark night illuminate the perimeter radially.

All the humans on the spot covered their eyes in the sight of whether day and night had been reversed.

The light is too intense to keep your eyes open.

When the glow converged, Dorothea's collar made a hard noise, dust and dispersed.

With a face as if it was even dreaming, Dorothea crawls her fingers into her untied neck muscles when she stands up.

"Klund, what the hell is this -"

The Immortality Seal, Immortality Red, is the only and all power given to the summoned brave. The poison that was eroding the whole body of the treasurer and the blood that was flowing out of his chest were blocked to perfection as if he had rewound time.

"It's not a lie, is it? It's healing......!!

Dorothea repeatedly blinked into small pieces, stroking the stab wound on her belly. The blood that was attached is completely dry and peels off with sandy finesse.

The collector gently reached out as he stood in front of Dorothea and poked his white cheek with his finger.

"Nha!? Snooze!"

"The Lynettes are in the barn. Protect him."

"So, but the children..."

"That's right. Whoa. I wish my collar was off!! Dorothea, you're going to betray me! We loved each other so much. Ahhh!

"Operation change. Clean around the cabin first. Then you will be welcomed to the ranch. I'll take care of these guys. Not a single one."

"- Earth Dragon Tooth Earth Javelin!!

The barn door was opened at the time of breaking the conversation between the two, and the spell was chanted in high spirits.

Sweat rose on the brown skin and the popping Liza unleashed the magic of the local attributes.

When the light of the devil was scattered on the thin green, the earth burst forth like a twist, and a spear of hardened earth protruded toward the four mercenaries who were on the ray. The men, who were sorceredly attacked by Moro in an indefensible situation, were each blown to death like paper dolls when they were sharply glanced over their bellies.

"I don't know what it is, but the warm air operation is adequate. Anyway, I don't feel good about Liza tonight, so let me freak you out."

Liza, who was summoning the earth spirit with her specialty in descending spirits, nudges her brown skin with potpouts and sweat and sends winks so hard that it sounds like a batch. Right beside it, Lynette with an orange face.

"You're gonna be okay over there somehow."

When the collector exhaled in a ho, Dorothea's long ears tingled. Looking up at the trees reflexively, he caught sight of a man pointing a bow towards the barn.

Try to run out on that ray, with total fury. He waved the long sword in his hand by Dorothea, who ran out a moment early, slamming down the arrow.

But the archer was not alone. A man lurking in the grass unleashed an arrow toward Liza. That arrow, slightly braced, flows straight towards Lynette.

It was almost at the same time that the stone debris unleashed by the treasurer smashed the face of the man on the tree.

It was the moment I originally ran out until I couldn't make it.

Dorothea, with her body open sassy, throws out her right arm.

The arrow butt stops in a way that pierces Dorothea's right shoulder.

Throw yourself out so the collector can jump and poke the man to death.

When I stood up and turned around, I saw an intact Lynette rushing over to Dorothea holding her shoulders down and groaning.

"Yuke, Klund. Show him what you've taught him about topian swordsmanship."

"You didn't learn anything."

Dorothea stood up, supported by a wondrously crying Lynette, letting her catch the crease on the edge with the pain.

"Damn, why not! Why did you eat that poison and live!!

Alexander let out his anger as he drew his face.

"You can't kill me with that cocky poison. Come on, let's go with the curtain, motherfuckers!!

The collector ran out with his coat wrapped around his left arm when he removed it from his back. Alexander shrugged, retreating, hiding in the shadows of his companions and blinding.

"Kill the Klund one. Eh!!

At the same time as Alexander's voice, the men threw down the pine lights and attacked him no matter how hard.

The collector jumped into the men approaching the present, lowering himself when he lay horizontally on the big business ascaron, the shape of Icarus.

The collector shook the blade diagonally sharply with his hips dropped. The man in front of him raised his voice and glanced back when he was cut off about twenty centimeters from his neck to his chest.

"That's awesome! Never take it alone. Half siege!!

Six men circled around the vaulter according to Alexander's voice. The tossed potatoes burn into dead grass, turning the reds and the ground into scarlet. The night sky was covered in pitch-black clouds and the moon's cakera was invisible, but too much light to fight.

The collector swung his jacket around his left arm violently into the siege net. The thick coat is unusually heavy when worn on the long road and not washed by the locks. It was a gobbly coat. The men who were occasionally struck in the face didn't stop taking two or three steps back.

The collector slammed his long sword at the nearest man, anticipating the distance the men would open.

The man, slashed around his waist, groaned violently, spitting blood hard and rolling to the ground.

The collector stopped quickly on the spot and dropped his long sword toward the face of the man who stood stunned.

When a man is broken diagonally through the middle of his face, he collapses his prominent nose and falls to the forehead.

Almost at the same time, the left and right men jumped in holding their swords.

The collector lowered himself and turned his left and right thrusts half a turn of the long sword.

The sharp, elliptical blade splashed the blood tide as he scratched and slashed the man's throat on the right.

The man's attack on the left pulled each enemy's gains downwards to upset the balance as he wrapped each blade nicely in his left arm jacket.

Expose a defenseless nod while a man is at the forefront.

I waved the long sword in my hand and slapped it against a man's nose.

Along with the blunt sound of beating the meat, the man's neck fell on Dalari's chest leaving behind a piece of throat whistle skin.

The collector jumped up big when he kicked the carcass with no neck.

Two frightened men looked under his eyes.

The long sword ran sharply like a meteor.

It was at the same time that the men whose throats and foreheads had been slashed sank to the ground as the collectors descended lightly on the ground.

"Stupid bastard, look at what I'm staring at. I got cancer! There is only one opponent!! How dare you keep going!! Go, go!!

Alexander's scolding voice echoes in the dark night. As the second line, five men align their spear tips and come from the front. Exactly. I don't commit stupidity standing upright against this.

When the collector quickly flipped, he tried to draw a circle and ran. The men's spears are nearly three meters with few estimates. You can't keep up with the sudden movements, or the formation just messed up.

Clockwise reverse rotation, so-called moving around hell, knocked a long sword at the tip of the man at the far end. Ascaron is just a famous sword. Kella, when I grabbed the spear with my neck completely amputated and pulled it, the man broke down his posture and hit the man next to me on the right.

The collector gave more strength, and when he took the spear away with one left hand, he poked the man's throat with a stone poke.

It is fatal if properly poked with pointy stone poking.

When the man threw up blood reflexes to make sure he glanced, the bar jump procedure gave him a good boost. The four men lift their spear tips aggressively, but it was quicker for the possessor to dance to the void.

Throwing the coat of his left arm into his eyes, he bulleted each body to tear the area around him. If this happens, I have nothing to aim for. The blade that swung unscrupulously cleaved deep, no matter where the four men were.

When the collector rose up roaring like a beast, there was already no one among the four who could rise.

The men were quickly seized of as many as twelve of their companions. In the first place, I'm not swearing allegiance to the Chamber of Commerce. The faces of the men, visible in the light of the flames of the pine lights, were pale.

"Hey, Temehe et al! Cornelius said he would give you ten times the usual special allowance if you finish the clandestine!! What are you gonna do if you don't step up here!! It's about time he got tired too. Did you win and get money like a mountain and do whatever you want!!

Did Alexander's words stir his desire, and one greasy thing dwelt in the eyes of the men after another. Even though they have taken half, their total remains eighteen. The mercenaries asked for the numbers and killed the collectors. As if there had been no previous offense, the collector ran down the slope as soon as he twisted and flipped.

"Look, I'm right!! Even he's tired. Now it's time for a big lift. Don't let them get away, never let them get away with it!!

The collector ran down the slope into the wood. This way you won't be surrounded so easily. There is also a difference in the leg strength of the men coming after us in terms of their respective speeds.

In other words, the one with the most lusty skin sticking out will die first. The collector began to breathe with his jizzy breath lurking as he successfully used the wooden tree to hide himself. It doesn't bother me when I'm moving around, but once I stop, dot fatigue pushes me. Before I knew it, I could tell by the holes and flakes in my torn clothes that I was suffering from a few hand injuries. In all cases, the restoration is complete thanks to the power of the Immortality Crest Immortality Red.

From the other side of the hill, I could see the rows of sweets approaching like snakes. Clear your ears in the footsteps that kick the ground and run.

I rolled out a long sword in time. The cutting edge ran through the chest of the first man to catch up to his back. Kick the man in the hips and pull the blade out quickly.

I saw eye to eye with the four men who were looking for the figure of the treasurer.

I rushed over and used my long sword violently.

When he split one directly into tangbamboo pieces and slashed the other into a hanging slaughter, the two remaining fled inverted.

When the collector was about to dance with the missed, he profoundly stabbed a long sword in one's back, smashing his back and unmercifully smashing the head of the man retreating as he rubbed his ass on the ground.

"There he is, there he is!!

"The special allowance is mine!!

The collector threw momentum toward the light as he picked up the burning that had fallen. It is the hidden night sky of the moon. The leading man, who drew a parabola and ate the flying woodcuts head-on, let his legs snap and fell to the spot. The two behind me who were running in a row continued to fall.

The treasurer slaughtered the men who were unable to get up easily waving their blades. The men, with their faces, chest plates and throats cracked, became immobile when they cramped hard. Picking up the potatoes and boasting, the rest of the chaser notices and approaches.

The collector made his way from there to the valley just around the corner. There was a Marutai Bridge where about two round trees were used. About two meters down, there is a fast flowing river. It's a place you can't cross at once.

As the collector stood in the middle of the bridge, he saw Alexander glimmering in a tremendous shape. It is a bridge enough for each adult to finally ride.

You rushed for kung fu or you jumped after me.

I jumped out of my mind about six people on it and it fell off like it was funny.

The flow sounds loud, but the panorama is unclear if you don't flash it. Unexpectedly, the black cloud moved and the moon showed its face. Moving the perspective to the flow again, it is a category that will not help you if you fall.

As the collector was frightened by his contouring measures, he saw the men who were standing on the other shore fleeing in pieces.

"Hey, hey. Where are you going! Hey, don't run away!!

"Get off me, Cora!!

"Ebb."

Alexander, who was holding the men back, smashed his nose with his elbow and flipped momentum.

"Geez. What the fuck do they think I am? Hiya!?

You didn't realize that the collector was imminent, and Alexander, with his face up, cried like a woman, taking her like a woman to the knee of Cornelius, who was standing on a bar.

"Alexander, I'm gonna kill you. You're not complaining."

"Damn, it's because of you. I did it because of you!! With my hand!!

Alexander stuck with an indelible foothold as he pulled out his hips sword.

The collector gently turns away and pulls over with a foot payment.

Alexander struck his face hard on the ground, showing a fierce fright as he wetted his bloody face with tears.

"Forgive me, forgive me. No, Klund. Well. Wouldn't it be nice to slaughter such trash scum?"

"You can't."

The collector squeezes Alexander's throat with his toes on his feet.

Then I struck my tear-wet face scattered in the head part of my long sword.

Not to kill in a single breath.

Striking angrily and impotently, Alexander's face deformed to such an extent that he did not know where his eyes and nose were located. No foreteeth remained and broken, the nose beam crumbled into a buyo buyo, yet similar to the toddler's pinched mud clay.

"Ahhh, yes! I'm here! Yuru, Yuuji, eh!!

"So I would have said no!!

Sometimes I throw up words of life begging, but the language is obscure and I don't know what to say.

As the collector slammed his toe into Alexander's belly and flipped it, he shook the sword in both hands down vigorously to his chest.

Alexander was desperate as he wet his hip as he cramped his limbs like a strained insect specimen.

No longer had the strength to escape, Cornelius was frozen on the spot with a blue look. When the collector approached him, he stood still, lagging behind.

"Shit. What, what do you want? Money? I'll pay whatever you want."

"What I want is Temehe's life."

"Wait, calm down. Where you slaughtered me, it won't even be a one-P (pound) tassel. Yes, you stand on your arms inside. Much more generous than any of these useless people, no I'll give you the salary for all these guys!! What do you say, not a bad condition!? What the hell did I do to you in the first place? You mean about the treatment of those elves? Then I apologize. I'll apologize as much as you like. Hey, aren't we the same people, you know? Same people. Peers, this place means we're one another."

"You don't have to apologize. Let me give Icarus back his meaning."

Have you perceived everything in that word? Cornelius' expression was stained with despair.

"Stop!!

Cornelius ran the scene reflexively. Were the collectors predicting it, violently waving the ascaron they had in their hands when they made a big leap.

The long sword flowed as a glimmer of light. Cornelius, with his back fractured straight, fell to the depression with his hands protruding forward like swimming. The silver moonlight illuminates Cornelius' bloody face. A fiercely erupting blood tide dyed Cornelius' back red.

"Help me, I'm still dead!!

Cornelius turned only his neck and begged for his last life when he was tucked on a boulder with a huge hug right next to him.

When the collector set the ascaron on the upper stage with the moon on his back, he cracked the atmosphere and swung it down.

The blade, swung through at an awesome rate, tore the face of Cornelius into two pieces with excessive momentum and cut the boulder to half.

Quickly pulling out the blade, the boulder sounded cold and fell into two pieces.

As the collector lowered his hips on the spot as if relieved, he wiped the sweat off his forehead and turned his gaze into the night sky. If you meditate on your eyes, the feeling of fatigue will push you to fall asleep.

It's all over. At least, he defeated the enemy's general. Now one end of Joshua Chamber of Commerce's ambition should have been disintegrated. The look of garlic and relief floated naturally. My back cools rapidly with wet sweat. When I tried to force my tired body to shake up and stand up, I felt a fierce killing spirit that couldn't be easier from the woods behind me.

Six eyes, glowing rotten behind the darkness. Severe beast odor that punches him in the nose.

How could I have forgotten this guy existed? As the collector jumped off the scene at an incredible speed, even himself, he poked his hand at the ground and saw it pop out.

Demon dog Cerberus. Three-necked beasts were eating fierce body contact to the position where the keepers were when they rotated their limbs like windmills. Dry bursts echoed around the valley. I avoided the attack with a single hair, but the sword in my hand was scattered into a shattered stone mass, invisible. Cerberus' big jaw is moving hard in front of him. I heard the sound of pulling a thousand cuts of meat.

Guff guffs and the chewing sound of something to devour.

This guy eats it. Cornelius!!

Cerberus was a former ranch manager. When he flattened things beautifully, he brought a raw, stinky gep and just opened his mouth saying that he still didn't eat enough. The saliva dripping from the fangs is dissolved when the stone mass scattered around the area is rarely done. Sweet bites alone are fatal.

"Just got hit lightly Gabriel. Game over......!

I thought about fighting back immediately. Besides, the only weapon is in stone.

The Collector was forced to continue the fight.

Do you want to get some rest?

Cerberus in front of him is waving his bright black bristles and watching every move of this one with his vicious eyes. First, he distracts Cerberus, then digs out his sword from under the crushed boulder and gets to the edge of the battle. Once again, it is impossible to be gay. The treasurer cursed his condition.

(It's just for a moment. if there is any way to distract attention)

My body is stiffened by tension. I don't even have time to think about it. That's not why the name comes up. The Raptor in front of him moved on to the offensive without any indication, for this convenience or anything.

Something white made a noise and flew from side to side when the collector's thought was unable to cope with the sudden attack before it took shape of something. The bag of cloth sprinkled bright red powder as it clashed against Cerberus' nose at a speed he could follow with his eyes.

As soon as he did, the Beast sounded pitifully high with Cain as if he were one of those wild dogs there.

The powder that danced through the universe jumps into my eyes on the wind.

It's in my memory. I sucked it and coughed hard.

"What's this, chili?

"Mr. Klund, I'm here!!

I notice Lynette's voice and raise her face. There was a powerful reinforcement figure in the tree above his head that distracted him by bowing the Lord of his voice and his little body at some point.

"Lynette, and Lucille!?

Lucille, the toddler's half-elf, decided to thumbs-up for the collector when she let her golden eyes shine in the moonlight. What an overwhelming behavior serving even a throwing kiss when you decide to wink at a falling in love trick.

Lucille threw the sachet again with a wonderful and beautiful form while still being shouldered by Lynette.

Draw a parabola with Higu and hit Cerberus's nose in a good way with a powder bag with chili. As the collector ran towards Cerberus' feet, where he let his upper body grass, he found an ascaron with only his head visible and put his hands on it. Push your strength to pull through all at once. However, the key score was caught somewhere good and I didn't try to move the spot hard.

"Funky. No, get out!!

But the beast of the matter is threefold.

The last intact head left opens his mouth firmly to the back of an unsecured collector.

"Ah, yabba-!"

"Flame Cannon!!"

A tremendous amount of heat flew in, cracking the atmosphere. The red lotus flame, nearly three meters in diameter, exploded violently when it hit Cerberus' face as he shrugged. Either way, the keeper eats the roll.

"Nbesi!?

"Ara. I don't think you're going to be able to pull yourself together. As it turns out, it's O'Rei."

The collector protested against a woman defending herself in a soggy tone as the dust woke up from the ground where it would soon roll.

"What the fuck, you no-con idiot bitch!!

"Even though it was terrible, I ran out of breath for the man I loved. My heart is a breakout."

"Looks like we made up for that."

"Hmm, hey. Strawberries weren't originally super close. Unlike someone else, he was always there for me."

Dorothea strengthens and turns sideways. Lynette on the tree looked sorry for keeping her head down just because she had bothered you.

"Don't talk like that. From now on, I'll stay with you forever."

"Uh, I don't know what to do. Ah. Wow, you're the kind of guy who doesn't get tied up by one guy. No. In the first place, if someone had to throw away the straw, it might not have happened. I wonder if there's something going on. Nah, Lynette, Lucille."

"... it was my fault. So stay with me."

"To Him"

Dorothea grinned in full as if satisfied, and became Jen-royal.

"Then there is one obstacle to straw love, and then there is this filthy one. Let's clean up and go to New Heaven and Earth."

"Is that it? It fell out somehow"

When the collector moved to nothing with his hands on the ascaron, his hammering appeared as if he were lying earlier, and then he looked out of between the stones.

"Crando!!

I jump on the spot in a hurry to Dorothea's voice. Cerberus' jaw, bitten by the turning, was scraped clean, as he dug up the ground on which the collector stood with a shovel car.

"Use this one, Dorothea"

As the collector ran and put the ascaron in his sheath, he threw it toward Dorothea. The beauty elf swordsman pulled out his sword by dropping it to slip his sheath when he received his gains cleverly with his left hand.

"Flames. Collect."

Dorothea is a swordsman with the magical aptitude of fire attributes. Born to Romles, humans with sorcery attributes are rare, and for the most part, if they are gifted with sorcery, they don't bother to master sword moves. For it is the stone that shall not work with a half-breed sword unto him that hath excelled in sorcery.

But Dorothea, who did not leave only one side alone, was greedy for all sorts of art, and it came to fruition, of course, in both swords and sorcery, in the form of an even and all-powerful leaning of the soul.

Dorothea's Ascaron blinks bright red. An unusual amount of heat summoned the atmospheric mana. Cerberus, instinctively fearful of Dorothea's exercise of magic, was no longer in his eyes, such as about the Caveman, but began to advance with trembling his gigantic body.

"Magic Sword - Flaming King Hammer (Flame Hammer)!"

Dorothea swung the bright-red glowing ascaron diagonally down the top steps.

When his body glowed as hot as the sun, he fired a giant flamethrower.

Dark Valley Everything is lit up like midday.

The stone mass on the ejected orbit evaporated as the flame glowed white at the same time as it passed.

Cerberus tries to circumvent himself, but it is impossible.

In the blink of an eye, when the glow of the special hit a butch on the earthen belly of Cerberus, the heavens also burned all of it with scorch.

The deafening interrupter echoes.

The giant triple-necked demon dog collapsed on the spot turning his whole body into a pillar of salt transmitted to the myth as it changed gray as charcoal.

"Yay, yay!!

The collector rushed over to Dorothea, where he could keep his buoy sign on, and held that shoulder.

"Isn't that amazing! You are so awesome!!

"But this is a sword of all blades that once used up all your energy!?

As the collector stared at Dorothea jizzily, Lucille jumped from side to side as she came down from the tree. Out of balance, the two fall for a chess knock. The collector stared gently with his loving eyes as he held up Lucille, who rubbed his face against his chest with puppy-like eyes.

"I'm home, Lucille"

"Hmm! What, that loving reunion scene!! What do you think of the straw!! Klund!! Try to figure it out!! What are you laughing at, Lynette? What's wrong!! Ah...!

I looked at the woods behind me like Dorothea was frightened. There, half-elf children, freed from their places of detention, rushed over screaming the name of Klund in their mouths.

"Ma, wait. of, don't ride. Don't ride. Wrinkles, hand wounds. Buzz!?

Ignoring Dorothea's words, the children pile up to overlap. Gee-gee-stuffed Dorothea manages to crawl out of a pile of meat, but they won't allow it.

"Stop, crush to death. Don't let it crush you..."

"In the meantime, I guess this settles one thing"

"Hii, hii"

As the collector pulled Dorothea up, he held her forcefully in his chest.

Blue eyes are glowing as they reflect the moonlight. I peered into her eyes and told her.

"Let's go home. To our house."

"Ah......! Ugh!!

Dorothea nodded her face in her chest in tears as she cushioned her face.

The little elves have to get up. The illuminated Dorothea never looked up that way for quite some time.

"Good for you, Dorothea"

Lynette snapped so as she muddled the tears in her eyes with her fingertips.

The particular unwrapped girlfriend, thinking of Dorothea's imitationally honestly unfamiliar character, inflated her mind into a life with a collector, which she would welcome from now on.

But they had no reason to know the harsh truth that awaited them yet.

In other words, it is the wife belt act of the treasurer.

The moon was gently illuminating a valley full of joy.