Dungeon Overlord: Monster Girl Harem!

Leonhardt stood under the moonlight, his shopping in he village brought several points forward. He wanted to minimise human casualties to conquer Gladius without losing too much of its infrastructure.

However...

"My King!"

Gobomir and fifty knights knelt before him, thier armour dark, covered in the same leather the dark elves crafted and capes made with arachne silk.

"Gobomir, has everything been arranged?"

"Yes, My King! The humans have already begun amassing forces, my squires have investigated the surrounding villages and towns but... the miracle of Arlet will not repeat itself, forgive me."

The miracle of Arlet.

The village accepted Leonhardt and the goblins easily. At first, they doubted them, but after helping with other monsters and wolves, the villagers welcomed the monsters. Not to mention Leonhardt's Saintess, Erina, who brainwashed them, helped too.

Despite trying the same thing...

"So it didn't work this time?" Leonhardt's voice carried a sense of disappointment rather than sorrow. He looked at the monsters hiding in the shadows with a faint smile. "Do not blame yourselves, humans are all different."

He placed a hand on Gobomir's shoulder.

"There are those who accept us, spurn us, and those who do will die."

All his gentle affection for humans was nothing more than a mask—those who accepted his will and way would gain protection. But Leonhardt didn't need to protect them all. So those who chose to insult or attack him. "Kill them, burn down the villages. Leave none alive, and accept no surrender."

His cold order was like the moon's light itself. Cold and uncaring, but also fair and impartial, as if accepting the outcome. "Take what you can from their lands and resources, bring those who are useful back to Embervale."

"As you command!" Gobomir's head touched the floor as he spoke.

"As you command!" The squires and warriors behind him followed Gobomir with a powerful chorus.

"Now, take back what they have stolen from you... let us make this kingdom our own." He pointed towards the castle, "the Lord of Assquat is no more... This village was the only one that didn't insult us, leave it standing. We will start from here, my beloved goblins, orcs and wolves."

With an elegant and husky tone, Leonhardt pulled off his robes, exposing his muscular chest and abs; the pattern drawn on his flesh shone silver in the moonlight. "Let us take the castle tonight. Olga."

Beside him, a small figure wore a thick suit of armour, the obsidian plates and spikes made her seem larger than she was. "Yes, Master!" She was like a small fortress, holding a thick battle axe with a shorter pole, the head weighing 100kg.

"Take charge, Gobomir... you are the second of this army, after me."

Leonhardt and the goblins became shrouded in darkness as the clouds covered the moon, his golden eyes shimmering with a trail of light as they headed in three directions.

[You look cool tonight, Leon!]

(He's okay, a passing grade for this dragon's mate!)

[Who is mating with you!?]

Since the pair started to recover, they bickered more often, and Ifrit's changes became bigger each day, her cute and shy voice turning into a proud woman's tone.

Because he could now touch and see her true self.

The fire spirits of this world all came from the embers of Ifrit, but when he absorbed the world eater core and evolved, he finally managed to touch the origins of magic.

Don't argue, I need you both more than ever.

He stepped into the open air, his boots kicking off the ground as a burst of wind magic sent him flying towards the castle walls.

Leon aimed for one of the watch towers and, while mid-air, drew a small pattern in the air, forming a magic circle as his eyes flashed with blue light. He locked onto the knights guarding the castle.

"Wha..."

Before the men could draw thier swords or raise the alarm, five black arrows of fire pierced them through the chest.

His magic didn't use mana; instead, it absorbed everything in the surroundings, making him invisible and silent. A type of magic which he created himself, using the power of his world eater core and the nature of his body that absorbed elementals and mana from the air rapidly.

"Let's have some fun, Olga."

The orc sat on his right arm, her body pulled back, before he tossed her at the castle like a cannonball.

"Uaaargh!"

She roared like a beast, the armour she wore covered her entire body, and her head looked like a bull with golden eyes and obsidian horns that stretched into the air.

Like a comet, she tore through the air, flying towards the castle gate. She held out her arms and lifted her heavy axe, ready to tear it apart.

Her body smashed into the gate with a tremendous force, sending shockwaves across the ground as the splinters of wood shattered and tore apart. Guards flew off the ground after her impact, their bodies rolling like sacks of potatoes before slamming into the outer walls.

"What the hell!?" One guard screamed.

"Monster Attack!" A second guard shouted from the top of the gatehouse.

However, the small orc simply shook off her slight daze and bellowed into the air like a beast.

The dark elves and orcs all swarmed into the courtyard, while goblins, mounting shadow wolves, came up from the moat, climbing over the walls to get in and began their slaughter.

Leonhardt stood atop the main gate's tower, watching his creations with a loving eye, but focused on Olga, her axe ripped through two grown men, their faces twisted in agony.

She moved like a lioness tearing apart prey, her axe swinging left and right with a speed that made them look like blurs.

Her petite figure wouldn't usually cause any human to tremble in fear, and yet when she moved with such grace that it seemed like she was dancing.

The humans fled in terror.

"Well, my lovely monsters have grown so much."

He watched the goblin riders trained by Griv causing chaos on the walls, their curved blades well-suited to tear out organs and bowels of human warriors.

"Ah!"

A human tried to sneak behind Leonhardt, his dagger drawn as he lunged towards Leon. But before he could do anything, a jet-black flame consumed the man, leaving only ash.

"Argggh!"

Two dark elves emerged from the shadows and dragged him down onto the ground. "Take the survivor's back to my dungeons, and torture them for information, check all the documents of the lord, and find our next target!"

"Yes, My Lord!"

"Master!"

The women faded into the shadows and disappeared, taking the charred corpse of the man with them.

Leonhardt smiled to himself.

He couldn't allow anyone to escape because they might seek revenge or try to retaliate in the future when he wasn't expecting it.

"Although I would be fine, what if they hurt my lovely women..."

Suddenly, Leonhard's fingers snapped, creating four magic circles and dozens of black arrows. His face twisted in a strange expression.

"Ah~ just the thought makes me want to wipe out the entire human race."

With the flick of his palm, the arrows shot into the castle's mansion.

Before anyone inside could react, an explosion sent debris flying across the yard. His spell blasted a massive hole in its side.

The goblins cheered as they continued their slaughter, while Olga moved from guard to guard with swift and agile steps that crushed their bodies.

Her black raven tattoo materialised and pecked the eyes of a human playing dead, while using its vast wings to flick away arrows shot from the inner keep.

After destroying the exterior of the mansion and killing most of the soldiers in the courtyard, Leonhardt stepped down from the battlement and headed into the ruined building.

He glanced over at Olga, who rushed forward, her axe ripped through the thick oak doors.

Thunk!

She seemed happy.

Leonhardt thought her brother might be the violent one, but Olgana was more of a strategist. Despite his build, the driving force of their relentless assaults was the little firecracker, carving those thick doors into debris.

"She will want rewarding for this..."

While considering the best reward, Leonhardt walked deeper into the castle, and a series of black tendrils shot from the ground and stabbed any humans that attacked him.

"I wonder what I should get for my cute little orc, do you have any idea's Assquat?"

"Y-You! How dare you come here!" His voice was trembling with fear.

Leonhardt found Lord Assquat's figure, crawling across the floor on his knees.

He was pale, covered in sweat as if suffering from a terrible fever. Blood oozed from his nose; he looked sick, barely able to sit up from the floor, and a maid lay on the bed with her clothes torn, with a bloody cut across her face.

"Hmmm?"

Leonhardt looked at the maid, her right eye damaged as she looked up at him.

"Do you wish to be saved, woman?"

She looked at Leonhardt, gasping for air on the bed.

"I can't save him."

Her lips trembled, tears flowed from her single good eye... that's when Leonhardt frowned, because he noticed the woman didn't have a tongue.

"Nod if you want to live."

When she nodded, a twisted and malevolent smirk grew on Leonhardt's lips.

"Your wish, I will grant it."