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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
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250 Chs

Chapter 82: ???

A beautiful woman was running, her body like the wind as she tore through a dark forest, the trees narrow and dead.

Without a single leaf on their body, during spring when the buds should have been spouting, only death remained in this forest away from the bustling Arcadia city.

"Haa...Haa.... finally...!" Her soft voice sounded as the soft silver locks of her hair swayed in the huge moon above, which bathed her in its gentle light.

Her breathing was rough as she approached a huge figure on the horizon, yet her body was extremely agile, clearly something inhuman.

She quickly entered the castle's broken door, rusted metal.

She shattered wood filled with the stench of mould, but the ground ahead of her was missing; instead, a huge empty black hole, where only a huge drop seemed likely; her only path was to run along the weathered walls to the distant stone floor on the other side of the room.