Pendragon_DNT

The Mc reincarnates in a world of magic and adventure as a Leech, follow his adventure in this mysterious and exciting world as he goes from the weakest creature to the shadow being that everyone is afraid of.  Will he pursue the path of strength alone?  Or without realizing it he will become the king of the greatest empire that ever lived.
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 This is my first story and English is not my native language, I am using Google translator to translate the story for me, I accept opinions and questions in the comments for this week's chapter.-------‐--------‐-----------------------------------------------------------------
 I intend to make this a long story so all the development of the Mc and the world will be slow for a proper construction, be warned.
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I know the first few chapters have some errors, but I've improved my writing as I progressed through the story, after 10 chapters there won't be that many errors.
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Tags:
 Male protagonist, non-human protagonist, evolution, adventure, action, harém, fantasy.

Will of chaos

The Demonic sword in my hand seems to have enraged the 'Tear of Light', I could feel his fury, but it wasn't directed at me in any way and I just decided to ignore him.

I advanced with sword in hand, the Divine power of the Apocalypse coursing through my body granting explosive loss, boundless strength and vigor as well as an increasingly strong killing intent permeating my entire Aura.

"Hahahaha hahahahahahaha..." (I)

The joy of facing the greatest symbol of the Templars in this way so soon fills me with endless joy.

I attack with my sword and he receives it by throwing my sword to the side with his sword body before moving forward trying to stab with the sword, I flap my wings as I increase my speed forward slamming the hilt of my sword into the Tear of Light that does not move from the direction it was going.

Cap 1498: A blind ideal