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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.

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Chapter 167: Road To DragonSlayer [1]

*Bang!*

Raven's fist smashed into the lizardman's chest, the impact causing him to drop with a deep cavity in his body, dying.

Gaining 40 credits and 150 experience, Raven continued to fight onwards. 

'3% a kill...' 

Now that he knew how much he had gained, his body wrapped in the black, gloomy mantle, his arms not huge claws as he dashed forward to attack the patrol, tearing them apart; the 10 lizardmen were dead before their eyes met the target.

Four sharp tentacles swayed behind Raven's back, following the movements of his long black tail with a hooked arrow on the tip. 

He was not playing around as he massacred the level 35 dungeon monsters with ease while waiting for Emily to finish work Raven would clear as many dungeons as possible, fighting to increase his power and upgrade his damage resistance. 

'It's foolish to think I can avoid a dragon's blows. Thus I need to be able to take 100 of her blows! With my bare flesh!'