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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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250 Chs

Chapter 89: The Gauntlet Of Heart And Body [2]

His eyes widened at sight before him, causing Raven's heart to ache; despite his body being almost broken and exhausted, the feeling of experience entering his body slowly recovered that pain and emptiness.

'Fuck... What is this!?'

Emily...

Raven watched the twisted black walls filled with fire and desolation, her body torn apart, the former bright vines and brilliant flowers now wilted, her beautiful skin peeled, as her arms were twisted and torn apart, her eyes plucked out, as strange images like those of ghosts floated around this hell.

"Our knight of Dread failed~ his task unfinished. The sunlight has perished, and so does his meaning of existence."

That annoying announcer with the soft voice, like a noble from the middle ages, his voice was extremely well spoken and quite similar to those tea-loving conquerors!

"WHAT TASK!"

"Why... why would Emily become like this?!"