Dread Sovereign: Monster Girl Harem

Chapter 70 [Bonus ] 70: Trial Passed! Stage 4

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Alistair Granbell.

The original man was weak-willed, out of jealousy and fear that Eve would betray him; he was seduced by Lilith's lies and pretended not to know about their changes.

He was a weak man, but his love and affection was true.

Sadly, before he could ever touch this technique, his reincarnation stole it and made it his own.

A technique created by Lilith to make his will strong, to stop his cowardice and fear from overwhelming him, thus creating the perfect male mate for her. 

Hung. Vigorous. Fearless. 

Unlike Raven, the original Alistair was a mere human; his body only contains a fraction of manticore genes and blood.

As a pure manticore, the lust of Evelyn and Lilith was beyond that of a succubus queen; only their mark, which caused them only to lust and desire one man stopped Lilith from tasting the fabulous males within his tribe at the time.

Sometimes she regretted the man she chose was so... average.

Evelyn was different; she dreamt of sweet love who would become passionate about her and share a long future.

However, she has already broken; her idea of passion and sweetness twisted beyond logical thought.

Obsessive. Possessive. Endless Vitality.

She wished that her future mate would become a man that loved everything about her, didn't hate her for the stupid things she might do or say, and was forceful, pushing her down and violating her if she misbehaved.

Thus she wanted his ability in bed to be long-lasting and quick to recover.

Sadly neither of them could see the other's runes and intentions until it was implanted into the target male; that male must clear two specific goals before these runes even appear, then force him to face an arduous trial.

Intense, highly adaptive, obsessive and passionate, fast regeneration and recovery. 

These primary factors of the technique would create a monster beyond their wildest dreams in the far future.

The Twelve Gates of Bliss was never meant to make the user a mighty warrior but to improve the weakness of Alistair.

But Raven was no regular reincarnation.

His mother a rare and highly-ranked orc, the fourth princess of the Orc Kingdom of Malek'Thar.

Her power, stamina and vitality were far beyond the average orc, let alone a human.

While his father was an intelligent, wise and dexterous human with an unknown bloodline, which increased his virility, recovery and stamina in bed.

How else would he make the high-orc princess fall so deeply in love with him?

These four things should never have mixed, never intersected.

An existence born as if to profane against the gods and devils, naturally created to surpass them should he find his birthright.

The two goals for the runes to be released were simple.

"A male must bring the relic of Lilith's bloodline into the dungeon on the first run and clear all challenges alone."

Evelyn's was more straightforward.

"The male must have already accepted Lilith's Bloodline Runestone and have a 99% or more compatibility. Otherwise, it would not have activated, nor would she be free to awaken from her slumber inside her new vessel."

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Raven's axe swung down with a brutal blast crushing the body of a hulking goblin into a fleshy mist; a blunt club smashed his right flank, while his tail snapped towards the left, and with an explosion of sparks, the orc attacking his left was sent flying backwards.

At that moment, its arm burst into a rain of blood, meat and splintered bones.

"More..." (Orc Speech)

"Let me devour you more!"

"Buhi!?" (Kill him!)

"Buhihi!" (Protect the Children!)

His body leaned to the side, a crude sword cutting nothing be the air as the pink orc stumbled forward after using too much power; a sharp spike penetrated its stomach before a disgusting suction sounded, as the orc's lips and mouth opened big enough to swallow a human head.

"Bweeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" Its pained cry echoed as Raven's tail sucked it dry into a withered corpse.

"Disgusting... I want to taste Lilith's sweet scent... Miriam warm apple pie flavouring... You filthy mongrels taste like burnt burgers and bacon!"

The moment his tail began to suck on the orc, his wounds quickly healed, the bubbling blood slowly sucked back into his body, and the cracked scales on his legs were repaired as Raven looked around his body.

A tower of corpses and fallen orcs, burning buildings made of stone and wood.

"Ah... forgive me.... your shitty village was destroyed...."

Step!

He moved forward with heavy steps, each movement almost shaking the earth, his handsome face now filled with blood and flesh, looking more monstrous than the demons inside the ground.

Many of the female orcs trembled, their children holding onto them tightly, as the only path to escape was blocked by raging flames, as they watched his approach with terrified eyes and quivering bodies.

A tall and powerful orc with four similar orcs stood beside him and stepped forward, their bodies covered with slash wounds, dark bruises and flayed flesh.

These orcs fled from Raven's first attack; his axe was too mighty, tearing their brethren apart like paper.

"Phew..."

Raven stood silently as the sky began to turn grey, a rumbling thunder sounding as the distant lightning crashed, causing several orc babies to cry.

'This is not real.'

He could feel something strange; the feeling and emotions were his, but this situation was too similar, and he knew that the fucking gates were trying to mess with him again. Because they didn't make a test for the second stage, Raven thought it was over with meeting the phantom of his father.

"Buhi... Buhu... buhuhu!"

(Please... We didn't offend our fellow brother... Accept our surrender, and we will forever serve you!)

Slowly, his feet began to walk towards the orc, tall with brown skin and a white head of hair, many scars across his face, but in his arms was a large axe with a rusted curved blade.

It was smaller than the one carried in Raven's right arm but deadly and similar to his mother's old axe.

Suddenly a strange distorted voice sounded in his mind.

·??m [Make your Choice! Kill the powerless or Save them and become a kind leader!]

His feet stopped moving, sinking into the sticky mud, the squelch of the dirty and muddy water pushing through his toes, causing him to frown as he went over the words spoken by the strange voice that was neither human nor robot.

'Save them, spare them? Why should I do that.'

[All creatures deserve to live]

'All of them?'

Raven looked to the skies, his chest expanding as he sucked in a huge breath, his shoulders rising and falling each time he exhaled and repeated this process; the orcs around him began to smile, thinking they had managed to stop the onslaught.

"Say..."

"Where are we now?"

His words were spoken in the typical human dialect, none of the orcs understood his terms, but Raven tricked them. 

Because he spoke with a gentle and friendly tone, the monster seemed to be fooled as he lowered his axe stepping forward.

"Say it."

The orcs looked at each other, confused at why he spoke strange words; before now, he said just like them. Suddenly the area filled with a tense atmosphere, but the orcs couldn't read this; they were stupid and only thought he was nervous.

So the leader still approached him.