Lord Summoner's Freedom Philosophy: Grimoire of Love
Chapter 276: The Wolf Duke (4) The Confrontation

Chapter 276: The Wolf Duke (4) The Confrontation

With a tap of his staff on the ground, the black-cloaked man summoned more than fifty black-cloaked members of the [Crows]. They emerged from the shadows, their sneers evident beneath their hoods. "You’re surrounded," one of them said, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

Lyan scoffed, a fearless smile spreading across his lips. "I guess that’s all he’s got?" he said, gripping his magic glaive tightly. A white aura, the high spirit of the knight, enveloped him, and his confidence was palpable.

Borton chuckled, his large frame seeming to grow even more imposing. "This won’t be as hard as the goblin king subjugation," he said, brandishing his massive hammer.

Julius nodded in agreement, his magic sword erupting in flames. "Just another day," he said, the fire casting eerie shadows on his face.

Erich, his sword glowing with the golden flames typical of the royalty mana from the Astellia Kingdom, stepped forward. "Let’s end this quickly," he said, his voice calm but determined.

The battle erupted in a flurry of motion and steel. Lyan was the first to engage, his glaive spinning in a deadly arc. He lunged at the nearest Crow, his movements were fluid and precise. The Crow attempted to dodge, but Lyan anticipated the move, his glaive slicing through the air and cutting deeply into the man’s side. The Crow fell with a grunt, and Lyan moved on to the next target without missing a beat.

Borton was a whirlwind of destruction, his hammer crashing down with earth-shattering force. He swung at a Crow who tried to flank him, the hammer connecting with a sickening crunch. The Crow crumpled to the ground, bones shattered. Borton roared, his hammer swinging in wide arcs, clearing a path through the enemies.

Julius fought with a controlled fury, his magic sword blazing with intense flames. He slashed at a Crow, the flames scorching through the man’s defenses. The Crow fell back, desperately trying to extinguish the fire consuming his robes. Julius pressed his advantage, the sword’s flames cutting through the next opponent’s sword and searing flesh. He moved with deadly grace, each strike precise and lethal.

Erich’s golden flames cast a radiant glow around him as he engaged multiple foes. He parried an incoming strike with ease, the golden flames flaring as he countered with a powerful slash. The Crow’s sword shattered under the impact, and Erich’s blade cut deep into the man’s chest. Another Crow lunged at him from behind, but Erich spun, his sword cutting through the air in a blinding arc. The golden flames left a trail of light, and the Crow fell, lifeless, to the ground.

The [Crows] fought back with relentless ferocity, but they were no match for Lyan and his companions. Each member of the group moved with a practiced efficiency, their years of experience and training evident in every strike and parry. They fought as a unit, their movements synchronized and deadly.

Lyan dodged a thrust aimed at his heart, his glaive spinning to deflect another attack. He sidestepped a slash from his right, countering with a quick jab that found its mark in the attacker’s throat. Blood sprayed as the Crow fell, and Lyan pivoted to face the next enemy. His glaive was a blur of motion, each strike calculated and devastating.

Borton’s hammer was a force of nature, smashing through armor and bone with equal ease. He swung at a Crow who attempted to rush him, the hammer’s impact sending the man flying. Another Crow tried to take advantage of the opening, but Borton’s reflexes were too quick. He brought the hammer up in a powerful uppercut, the force lifting the man off his feet and crashing him into the ground with a sickening thud.

Julius was a whirlwind of fire and steel, his sword cutting through enemies with ruthless efficiency. He ducked under a wild swing, his blade flashing as it severed the tendons in the attacker’s leg. The Crow screamed and fell, and Julius stepped over him, his sword’s flames flaring brighter as he engaged the next foe. He spun, his blade trailing fire, and cut through two more Crows who tried to flank him.

Erich’s golden flames were a beacon of destruction, his sword a blur of radiant light. He parried a blow aimed at his head, the golden flames flaring as he countered with a quick slash. The Crow’s sword shattered under the impact, and Erich’s blade cut deep into the man’s chest. He spun, his sword cutting through the air in a blinding arc, and the Crow fell, lifeless, to the ground.

The courtyard was a scene of chaos, the clash of steel and the cries of battle filling the air. Lyan and his companions moved with deadly precision, their attacks coordinated and devastating. The [Crows] fell one by one, their numbers dwindling rapidly under the relentless assault.

As the last of the Crows fell, the leader of the [Crows] sneered, raising his staff. "You think this is over?" he said, his voice dripping with malice. He began to chant in an ancient, guttural language, the air around him crackling with dark energy.

Lyan, his breath heavy but steady, watched warily. "What is he doing?" he muttered, gripping his glaive tighter.

The ground beneath the fallen [Crows] began to tremble, and a dark, unnatural light enveloped their bodies. With a final, guttural word, the leader of the [Crows] completed his spell. The fallen enemies began to twitch and convulse, their flesh peeling away to reveal skeletal forms beneath.

"You’ve only faced the beginning," the leader said, his voice a sinister whisper. "Now, face your doom."

The skeletal warriors rose, their empty eye sockets glowing with an eerie, malevolent light. The realization hit Lyan and his companions—they had been fighting an endless army, one that would not stay dead.

Borton growled, his hammer at the ready. "Looks like we have to kill them again," he said, a fierce determination in his voice.

Julius nodded, his sword’s flames flaring brighter. "This time, we burn them to ash."

Erich stepped forward, his golden flames casting a radiant glow. "We end this, once and for all."

Lyan raised his glaive, the white aura around him intensifying. "No matter how many times they rise, we will cut them down," he said, his voice filled with unyielding resolve.

The battle was far from over, and as the skeletal warriors advanced, Lyan and his companions prepared for the next wave. The night was filled with the sounds of battle, and the courtyard became a battleground once more, the outcome hanging in the balance.

With renewed determination, Lyan led the charge, his glaive cutting through the skeletal warriors with unrelenting force. Each swing was precise, shattering bones and severing limbs. He moved with a fluid grace, his movements a deadly dance of steel and magic. The skeletal warriors were relentless, their bony hands grasping and clawing, but Lyan’s glaive cut through them with ease, each strike accompanied by a burst of white energy.

Borton’s hammer was a weapon of pure destruction, smashing through the skeletal warriors with bone-crushing force. He swung with all his might, the hammer’s impact sending bones flying in all directions. He roared with fury, his attacks unrelenting as he cleared a path through the undead horde. Each strike was met with a satisfying crunch, the skeletal warriors crumbling under the sheer power of his blows.

Julius fought with a fiery intensity, his sword blazing with flames that consumed the skeletal warriors. He slashed and thrust, his movements precise and lethal. The flames from his sword burned with a fierce heat, reducing bones to ash in an instant. He moved with deadly grace, each strike leaving a trail of fire and destruction. The skeletal warriors fell before him, their bones disintegrating in the intense heat.

Erich’s golden flames were a beacon of hope in the midst of the chaos, his sword cutting through the skeletal warriors with radiant light. He moved with a calm precision, each strike deliberate and deadly. The golden flames flared with each swing, illuminating the battlefield with a warm, radiant glow. He parried and countered with ease, his movements fluid and controlled. The skeletal warriors stood no chance against the brilliance of his attacks, their bones crumbling to dust under the onslaught.

The courtyard was a scene of carnage, the skeletal warriors falling in droves under the combined might of Lyan and his companions. Each member of the group fought with unwavering determination, and their skills and abilities were honed to perfection. The battle was fierce and unrelenting, but they held their ground, their resolve unshaken.

The leader of the [Crows] watched from the shadows, his eyes narrowed with anger. "This isn’t over," he muttered, raising his staff once more. He began to chant, his voice a low, ominous whisper. The air around him crackled with dark energy, and the skeletal warriors began to rise again, their bones reassembling and knitting back together.

Lyan saw the leader’s actions and shouted a warning. "He’s raising them again! We need to stop him!"