Dungeon Overlord: Monster Girl Harem!

With a roar, the orc warlord struck fast, swinging his axe in a wide arc, aiming to behead the approaching Leonhardt with a green light forming a trail from the blade's tip. Leonhardt's eyes narrowed, able to see the mana flowing with the blade.

He leaned back, letting the axe swipe past, with the wind blowing his hair back.

The moment the orc's attack missed. Its momentum carried it further and smashed into the ground, sending gravel and mana outwards.

Leon took advantage and kicked off the elevated rocks.

He lunged forward, closing the gap fluidly before slamming the orc's shoulder with his black greatsword.

Crack!

The impact sent the orc staggering back with a bruised shoulder.

"Grrr!"

The orc snarled, flesh splitting beneath the weight of Leonhardt's blow, but his enchanted armour absorbed most of the damage.

Unable to withstand the insult, the warlord spread his arms and raised the axe high.

"You face Grug Skullbrand! Master of the axe!"

'Huh... another one of those idiots?'

Grug roared into the skies and gathered mana into his muscles, causing them to bulge around his neck and biceps. His green skin became tight as his aura exploded, forming a dull green aura around his body.

Leonhardt swung his sword twice before cracking his neck. He rested the giant sword on his shoulder while watching the orc. "Master of the axe?"

'So foolish.'

The title made Leonhardt want to expect more from this pig, his eyes shimmering with a scarlet flame as his lips curled into a smile. "Then show me your strength. Orc!"

A blue light flickered as Leon double-checked the information on the targets.

[Grug Skullbrand - Level 62 Orc Warlord]

[???? Skullbrand - Level 52 Orc Warlord]

[???? - Level 55 Human Mage]

[???? - Level 55 Human Mage]

[Orc Warriors - Level 20-30] x 100]

"Grug Crush!"

The orc lunged forward like a living siege weapon, his axe shattering the ground with each step. Pebbles bounced in the air as mana surged around his feet, launching him at Leonhardt like a green meteor.

But Leonhardt didn't move.

He exhaled and raised his sword calmly, channelling mana through the blade's core. The black metal pulsed once.

Clang!

Their weapons clashed mid-air, shockwaves ripping through the clearing. A nearby boulder split in half from the force. Dust exploded outward.

Leonhardt didn't budge.

Grug's arms shook from the impact, veins bulging and twitching as he tried to force the axe downward. But Leonhardt grinned.

"Too slow."

He stepped forward and twisted his hips before slamming his elbow into Grug's throat.

"Gkkk!"

The orc gagged, spit flying from his mouth. Before he could recover, Leonhardt twisted his body again and slammed his knee into Grug's ribs. Bones cracked. The green aura flickered.

"Master of the axe? You're just muscle with a name."

Leonhardt kicked him in the gut, sending the massive orc crashing through a tree. Bark and splinters rained down.

Then came the spell.

"Let the mistress of air grant me her blessing.."

A sharp whistle came from behind Leonhardt as the enemy mage chanted a simple incantation and formed purple swirling glyphs to appear above his head before a bolt of lightning lanced through the air.

Leonhardt didn't turn.

Instead, he threw a small silver orb behind his back.

The moment it made contact with the spell, the orb exploded into strands of sticky thread.

Arachne silk.

The lightning collided with the webs, arcing violently, then fizzled as it grounded into the earth.

Leonhardt slowly turned his head, crimson eyes glowing with amusement. "You're next."

But his focus returned to Grug, who was dragging himself upright, blood running from his mouth. Half his ribs looked broken, and he had a swollen eye. He tried to lift his axe again.

"No."

Leonhardt pointed his finger.

'Let's test my incubus magic... Dark Tendrils!'

Black tendrils shot out from the ground, wrapping around Grug's arms and legs. The enchanted armour resisted at first, but Leon's mana overpowered it. With a gesture, the tendrils pulled tight, snapping bones.

"Aaarrggh!"

Grug howled in pain as Leonhardt yanked him down, crashing his face into the ground with a bang and shaking the ground.

"Haha..."

Leonhardt stepped forward, his cold eyes focused on Nyxara's battle while dragging his sword behind him with a harsh scrape.

"You should've begged for death earlier."

He raised the sword high, black fire spiralling around the edge, and brought it down to carve, not finish.

Screams echoed into the night, drowning the forest in terror.

This wasn't a kill.

It was a message.

Grug writhed, his arms flailing helplessly as the black fire seared into his flesh. Muscle peeled back, exposing bone, yet Leonhardt remained silent, his eyes locked on the enemy mage in the distance.

His actions carved a message into the battlefield.

When the warlord finally collapsed, twitching and gurgling in a puddle of his blood, Leonhardt let the flames burn a little longer.

Then he turned away without a word, leaving the still-smoking corpse pinned by dark tendrils that slowly retracted back into the cursed ground.

"Let's check on my little dark elves."

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Nyxara POV

***

Snap!

The sound of a bowstring echoed faintly through the trees.

In the distance, where the moonlight filtered through dense canopies, Nyxara moved like a shadow given form. Her obsidian cloak billowed behind her, ears twitching to every movement in the dark.

An orc warrior stumbled out of the underbrush.

Thwip.

A black arrow pierced his eye, driving through the back of his skull.

He fell.

More orcs charged through the brush, their roars shaking leaves from the branches.

They brought numbers, brute strength, and two bloodthirsty leaders. The forest answered with dark elves.

"Fan out. Don't cluster!" Nyxara barked through the shared link, her voice sharp and quick.

Elves dropped from trees and appeared from burrows, each striking with precision before fading again into the gloom.

Blades flashed.

Blood spilled.

Shadow melds shimmered between bushes.

But the Orcs kept pushing.

"Thirty orcs down. Too many remain."

Nyxara clicked her tongue, watching the bodies pile up. Her legs moved quickly across a thick branch before she vaulted to a lower one, easily drawing another arrow.

Then she saw him.

The second warlord.

He ripped through two of her soldiers, his greataxe a blur of silver and crimson. Veins pulsed with berserker mana, and even the trees around him wilted under the sheer pressure of his aura.

"Shit…"

'Master this mission, it is too difficult!'

Her eyes focused on the orc, shrinking into tiny slits, vision like a hawk.

The bastard was heading straight for their core. If he reached the rear lines, they'd break.

'Come on... closer... keep fighting like a fool!'

She aimed her shot, quietly holding her breath for the right moment.

A glowing arrow of pure shadow formed between her fingers, pulsing with dark mana. One shot. One eye.

"Dark Shot—!?"

But just before she released, something struck her from behind—a wind blade sliced across her side, flinging her off the branch.

The mage.

A second one.

"Found you, dark bitch," came the voice from the trees.

Nyxara hit the ground with a harsh landing, bouncing twice before she rolled back onto her feet, blood pouring from her shoulder.

"Fucking human!"

Above her, the mage floated slowly, blue light flickering in his palms.

The enemy mage descended confidently, his robes fluttering as glyphs shimmered around his body.

Lightning sparked between his fingers, aimed directly at the injured Nyxara.

"You die here, filthy creature!"

The mage roared while raising his hand.

Then he froze.

His fingers twitched, and his mouth trembled.

"What…?"

Thin, near-invisible threads had wrapped around his ankles and wrists, tight and cold. He looked down just as a silver sheen spread across his limbs. His spell fizzled, unstable mana cracking against his chest.

He struggled, but the silver webbing sliced his flesh like warm butter.r

A mysterious force then overwhelmed him, and he slammed into a tree.

Crack!

His back hit the bark, breath knocked from his lungs. The moment he tried to scream, hundreds of threads coiled around his face, sealing his mouth.

A pair of red eyes gazed from the treetop. Nyxara's eyes focused on his face as her cheeks became the same shade.

Leonhardt raised his hand slightly with cold eyes.

"Don't touch my woman."

"..."

His words sent jolts of emotion and pleasure through Nyxara's passionate eyes. Leonhardt had never spoken of her as a lover or a belonging before.

'Ah... I'm already wet...'

Nyxara's breathing became violent as she hugged her body while humming in a high-pitched tone.

"He wants me~"

At the same time, the second orc warlord charged through the brush, cleaving down trees to reach Nyxara's rear guard. His bloodthirst clouded his vision, so he missed the glint in the vegetation ahead.

Snap.

The ground gave under his feet.

A web trap yanked his leg backwards, flipping the massive orc into a thicket of thorns. Another string pulled across his chest, slamming him flat. He roared in confusion, limbs tangled in enchanted threads that sapped his strength with every movement.

The dark elves reacted instantly.

'Shit, this isn't the time to be horny!!!'

"Now!" Nyxara shouted, standing again with her bow drawn.

Arrows rained down from above.

Each shaft found flesh, eyes, joints, and a neck. The trapped warlord writhed, unable to lift his axe as dozens of blades pierced his flesh.

The tide shifted.

"Dark Shot."

The elves rallied, their formation tightening, shadows dancing between tree trunks.

Nyxara released her shadow arrow at the pinned mage's throat.

The light in his eyes vanished.