Lord Summoner's Freedom Philosophy: Grimoire of Love
Chapter 258: Protect Arkansas (7) The Final One’s Coming

Chapter 258: Protect Arkansas (7) The Final One’s Coming

"Guess everything went according to plan," Lyan said, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. The war room was abuzz with a mixture of tension and relief as the leaders of Arkansas’s defense gathered to debrief after the latest skirmish.

Gildevart, the Guildmaster, nodded in agreement. "Indeed. The golems performed flawlessly in collapsing the tunnels. The attackers never saw it coming."

Lyan leaned back in his chair, his eyes glinting with calculated confidence. "Our surveillance has been instrumental. The gargoyles and the stone beasts have provided us with invaluable intel. We knew their every move before they even made it."

The scene shifted back to the moments of the tunnel collapse. The golems, massive and powerful, had been strategically positioned to bring down the tunnels at the right moment. As Alaric’s team advanced, the golems triggered a controlled collapse, trapping the enemy and forcing them to retreat.

In the meantime, Varkas’s group, advancing on the northern wall, was met with fierce resistance. Josephine, the Madam and former famous mercenary, led the charge, her movements a blur of deadly precision. Gildevart supported her, his battle prowess live up to his reputation, raising the morale of the rest of the mercenaries defending the city.

Borton and his Brave Rings’ mercenaries added to the chaos, their coordinated strikes wreaking havoc among Varkas’s men. Alina, her katana a gleaming arc of death, danced through the battlefield with lethal grace. Belle, with her illusion spells and purple flames, confused and disoriented the attackers, making them easy prey for the defenders.

From the shadows, Xena’s arrows, enhanced with wind spells, found their marks with unerring accuracy. Ravia and Raine, their movements almost invisible, struck with their knives, dispatching enemies before they could even react. The combined might of these defenders turned the northern assault into a slaughter.

Back at the House of Roses, the leaders gathered to assess their situation. The opulent chamber, filled with the scent of roses and the soft glow of candlelight, was a stark contrast to the chaos outside.

"This will be the last phase," Lyan stated, his tone serious. "The enemy will not be fooled again. They’ll come at us with everything they have."

Gildevart nodded solemnly. "Yes, after this, the difficulty will increase exponentially. They will abandon cheap strategies and focus on a full frontal assault."

The room fell silent, the weight of their predicament settling over them. Despite their victories, the defenders knew the true test was yet to come.

Josephine broke the silence, her voice firm and resolute. "We’ve held them off so far because we’ve been smart and coordinated. We need to keep that up. No matter what they throw at us, we stand together."

Alina, still sheathing her katana, added, "Our advantage lies in our knowledge of the terrain and our ability to adapt. They may have numbers, but we have skill and determination."

Belle’s eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and resolve. "Let them come. We’ll show them the true meaning of fear."

Xena, always composed, nodded in agreement. "We’ve faced worse odds and survived. This will be no different."

Ravia and Raine exchanged a glance, their silent communication conveying their readiness. They had fought side by side for years, and their bond was unbreakable.

Lyan stood, drawing the attention of the room. "Our strategy remains the same: defend the walls, disrupt their formations, and use the city’s layout to our advantage. Gildevart, ensure the magical defenses are at their peak. Josephine, coordinate with Borton and his men. Alina, Belle, Xena, Ravia, Raine—you know your roles. We hold the line."

The defenders dispersed, each preparing for the impending onslaught. The House of Roses, once a symbol of elegance and peace, was now the heart of their resistance.

As night fell, the city of Arkansas braced for the coming storm. The walls were manned by vigilant soldiers, their eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of movement. Magical wards and traps were set, ready to spring on any unwelcome guests.

In the quiet before the battle, Lyan stood on the parapet, looking out over the city he had sworn to protect. The stars above seemed indifferent to the struggles below, their cold light casting an eerie glow over the landscape.

"They’ll come soon," Gildevart said, joining Lyan. "Are you ready?"

Lyan nodded, his expression resolute. "I’ve been ready since the day I rushed to return to Arkansas from the freezing Redania at the north, after hearing that it’s in danger. I’m ready ever since I decided to cross the freezing land,"

As the first light of dawn crept over the horizon, the sound of distant drums reached their ears. The enemy was on the move, their forces assembling for a final, desperate push.

Lyan turned to Gildevart, his eyes blazing with determination. "It’s time. Let’s show them what we’re made of."

The defenders took their positions, the air thick with anticipation. The ground beneath them seemed to tremble with the approaching enemy, a sea of soldiers marching towards the city with grim determination.

From the northern wall, Josephine could see the vanguard of the enemy forces. She signaled to the mercenaries under her, her voice steady and commanding. "Hold your positions. Wait for my signal."

Alina, positioned nearby, readied her katana, her eyes fixed on the advancing soldiers. "They won’t know what hit them," she muttered to herself, a fierce grin spreading across her face.

Belle, her hands glowing with magical energy, prepared her spells. The air around her shimmered with the promise of illusion and flame. "Let’s make this a night to remember," she whispered.

Xena, perched on a high vantage point, notched an arrow to her bow. Her wind spells swirled around her, enhancing her aim and ensuring her arrows would find their targets.

Ravia and Raine, hidden in the shadows, prepared for their swift and deadly strikes. Their knives glinted in the faint light, ready to spill enemy blood.

As the enemy drew closer, the tension mounted. The first ranks of soldiers reached the walls, their war cries echoing through the air. The defenders remained silent, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

"Now!" Josephine shouted, and the defenders sprang into action.

Arrows flew from Xena’s bow, each one striking true and felling an enemy soldier. Alina leapt from her position, her katana a blur as she cut through the attackers with deadly precision. Belle’s illusions and flames sowed chaos among the ranks, disorienting and terrifying the enemy.

Josephine led a charge, her blade flashing in the dawn light. Gildevart’s magic rained down upon the attackers, creating barriers and launching arcane blasts that shattered the enemy’s formations.

Lyan, moving through the thick of battle, coordinated their efforts with strategic precision. His commands were clear and decisive, guiding his allies and exploiting every weakness in the enemy’s approach.

Ravia and Raine moved like shadows, striking swiftly and disappearing before the enemy could react. Their knives found throats and vital points, leaving a trail of bodies in their wake.

The battle raged on, fierce and unrelenting. Despite their numerical advantage, the attackers found themselves outmatched by the defenders’ skill and coordination. The walls of Arkansas held firm, and the enemy’s assault began to falter.

But the defenders knew this was only the beginning. The enemy’s full force had yet to be unleashed, and they braced themselves for the true test that was still to come.

As the sun rose higher, the battlefield became a chaotic tableau of clashing steel and magical bursts. The defenders fought with a relentless determination, their every move a testament to their resolve to protect their city.

"Hold the line!" he shouted, his voice carrying over the din of battle. "We fight for Arkansas!"

The defenders echoed their cry, their voices a powerful chorus of defiance. They were ready for whatever came next, ready to stand their ground and defend their home to the last breath.

And as the battle continued, the defenders of Arkansas prepared for the ultimate showdown, their hearts steeled by the knowledge that this was their final stand. The fate of their city rested in their hands, and they would not falter.

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Name: Lyan Arkanium Evocatore

Occupation: Mythril-ranked Mercenary

Money: 3,775,710,950 Elnes / 3775 gold 71 big silver 9 big coppers 5 coppers

Weapon: Magic Glaive, 1 (Decent) One-handed Sword, 5 (Good-Quality) One-handed swords, 1 (Decent) bow, 1 Gryphon-Winged Sword

Equipment: 3 Black leather cloak, 2 Leather Armor, 2 Breastplate, 4 Health Potions, 2 Poison Vials

Grimoire’s Companions: 8 High Spirits, 3 Valkyrie, Shadow Goblin Lord (Lv. 5), Papilio Slime (Lv. 45), Galewing Butterfly (Lv. 45), Rock Golem (Lv. 50), Deadlight (Lv. 74), Moonlight Butterfly (Lv. 45), Ice Golem (Lv. 50), Acid Ant Queen (Lv. 19), Magma Bear (Lv. 1), Fey Mammoth (Lv. 1), Arcane Retriever (Lv. 1), Winter Wolf Alpha (Lv. 12), Fenris (Lv. 1), Gargoyle (Lv. 1), Shadow Nymm (Lv. 1), Seltas Queen (Lv. 1)

Grimoire’s Army: 6 Shadow Servants, 800 Skeleton Army (24 Goblin Champion Skeletons, 226 Hobgoblin Skeletons, 550 Goblin Skeleton Army, 80 Acid Ants Workers, 30 Acid Ants Soldiers, 4 Female Winter Wolves)