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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 · Fantasie
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250 Chs

Chapter 169: Road To Goblin Layer [1]

He found her blacksmith, then began to walk around the side to find a cute brown and black door made of wood. It looked like those dwarven homes in fantasy books, with a round doorframe and thick doorknob made of gold.

His heart raced faster, his breathing quicker, and his chest felt warm. He wanted to knock but instead opened the door, finding himself in a large, spacious room.

He first saw a dragon sculpture made from steel, polished and shaped in a majestic pose. Then two swords were hanging from the wall, one made of steel and the other from dragon claws. Both weapons had runes engraved on them.

Mel'Zentia's home was quiet, rustic and homey, with logs on the fire crackling like a winter movie.

He looked around to find pictures on the wall... 10 girls who looked like Zentia but were a little taller and wilder, eight packs, huge swords and armour...