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Dread Sovereign: Monster Girl Harem

A handsome half-orc with a hulking body filled with perfect muscles stands carrying a great axe over one shoulder. His neon blue eyes watching the void, waiting for those that would threaten his world. Huge creatures with monstrous figures, beasts of the abyss, here to kill the orc. Their angered shrieks and pained screams filled the air. The corpses of these monsters surround his body, forming his throne of dread. His long tail smashed down, turning them into pulp while using his brutal axe with powerful chops, cleaving them into pieces. "This world shall become ours; you cannot stop our legion! Orc!" a distorted and evil voice sounded. "WATCH ME!" Shouted the orc, filled with confidence and pride. In defiance, a purple mist shrouded him as he transformed into a monster himself, with long gryphon wings and sharp horns from his head—a hulking muscular body and legs filled with thick scales and black hooves. Bang! The orc stepped forward, his heart burning with passion and desire as he bellowed with a demonic and distorted voice. "I am the Sovereign of Dread, foul Daemons. This is MY world! Return to your wasteland to rot, or DIE!" He was a manticore, the only male manticore ever to exist. He fights not for power. Not for glory! Alistair "Raven" Granbell fights only for his beloved women and because he LOVES to fight the strong and crush them under his axe Mor'vaal and prove he deserves his Dread Sovereign title. Dread Sovereign is exclusively published on Webnovel.com.

Duke_Asmodeus · Fantasy
Not enough ratings
250 Chs

Chapter 68: Half Orc hunts Orcs!?

Unlike the planned initially, Raven decided to visit the closest dungeon upon leaving the blacksmith; he needed to eliminate the extreme lust for the alluring goblin that almost caused him to become a sex offender and the desire to test his new axe.

'It's so heavy and sharp...' Raven thought, carrying it on his back because he didn't want it to leave his body. He felt like a kid with a fantastic new toy and rushed towards a random dungeon.

"What is this place called?" He asked the female guard standing outside, her lips sucking on a premium XL dragon stick that was effective for sleep deprivation and fatigue.

The brown-haired woman saw the giant orc and wryly smiled at the irony of him choosing the [Belvaast Fields] as an orc.

"Good hunting! Please let me see your identification; this dungeon is called Belvaast Fields with a danger rating of E; you need to be F rank at minimum to enter. I appreciate your cooperation!"