Lord Summoner's Freedom Philosophy: Grimoire of Love
Chapter 277: The Wolf Duke (End) The Conclusion

Chapter 277: The Wolf Duke (End) The Conclusion

Lyan quickly formulated a tactical plan, his mind racing to exploit the leader’s overconfidence and the structural weaknesses of the castle. He turned to his companions, his voice steady and commanding. "We need to isolate the leader and the Duke. Use the castle’s layout to our advantage. Julius, Borton, set traps and controlled fires to funnel the undead into narrow corridors. The prince and I will lead a charge directly at the leader and the Duke."

Julius nodded, his eyes blazing with determination. "Got it. We’ll create controlled chaos." He and Borton moved swiftly, setting up traps and small fires in strategic locations. The fires crackled and roared, casting an eerie glow on the stone walls, and the traps were hidden expertly, ready to spring on the unsuspecting undead.

Lyan and Erich prepared for their daring charge. Erich’s golden flames flared brightly, casting a radiant glow around him. "Let’s end this, Lyan," he said, his voice filled with resolve.

Lyan gripped his glaive tightly, the white aura around him intensifying. "For Astellia," he replied, a fearless smile on his face.

The two charged forward, their movements synchronized and precise. They fought through the skeletal warriors, their combined magic and combat prowess cutting a path through the horde. Lyan’s glaive spun in deadly arcs, shattering bones and severing limbs with each strike. Erich’s sword blazed with golden flames, incinerating the undead that dared to stand in their way.

As they advanced, they encountered the elite guards. These foes were more skilled and better equipped, but Lyan and Erich fought with unparalleled skill. Lyan ducked under a swinging sword, his glaive coming up in a powerful thrust that pierced the guard’s chest. Erich parried a blow aimed at his head, his golden flames flaring as he countered with a quick, lethal slash.

Finally, they reached the heart of the castle, where the leader of the [Crows] and Duke Ravindor stood waiting. The Duke, a towering figure wielding a massive axe, sneered as he saw them approach. "Ah, Crown Prince Erich. I’ve been waiting for this day for a long time," he said, his voice dripping with malice.

Erich stepped forward, his eyes locked on the Duke. "Ravindor. Your treachery ends today. You will pay for your crimes against Astellia."

The Duke chuckled darkly. "Brave words, Prince. But you’re too late. And as for your companion," he glanced at Lyan, "it’s regrettable that you won’t accept my offer to join my side. Instead, you will die by my hand."

Lyan tightened his grip on his glaive, his eyes narrowing. "We’ll see about that."

The battle commenced with a fury. The Duke’s axe swung with devastating power, each blow strong enough to shatter stone. Lyan and Erich moved with agility and precision, dodging and countering the Duke’s attacks. Lyan’s glaive clashed with the axe, sparks flying with each impact.

"His strength... it’s unreal," Erich muttered, blocking a powerful swing that sent him skidding back.

"It’s the axe," Lyan replied, dodging another strike. "It must be enchanted, giving him this unnatural strength."

They continued their assault, their strikes coordinated and relentless. Lyan spun his glaive, aiming for the Duke’s legs. The Duke jumped back, but Erich was there, his sword cutting through the air in a blinding arc. The Duke blocked with his axe, the clash of steel ringing through the chamber.

Borton and Julius joined the fray, having successfully funneled the undead into the traps and fires. Borton wielded a greatsword with impressive skill, his strikes powerful and precise. He engaged the elite guards, his greatsword cutting through armor and flesh with ease. Julius’s flaming sword added to the chaos, its intense heat reducing the enemies to ash.

The leader of the [Crows] saw his forces were faltering and decided to enter the fray. He raised his staff, dark magic crackling at its tip. With a wave, he sent a bolt of dark energy at Julius. Julius dodged, rolling to the side, and retaliated with a burst of flame that scorched the ground where the leader stood moments before.

"You’ll have to do better than that," Julius taunted, his eyes blazing with fiery determination. He lunged forward, his flaming sword slicing through the air. The leader blocked with his staff, the force of the impact sending shockwaves through the room. Dark energy clashed with fiery magic, the two forces battling for dominance.

Borton joined Julius, his greatsword swinging in powerful arcs. The leader of the [Crows] moved with surprising agility, dodging and deflecting their attacks with his staff. He countered with blasts of dark energy, but Borton’s reflexes and Julius’s flames kept them safe.

The battle intensified, with Borton and Julius working in perfect harmony. Borton’s greatsword crashed down with earth-shattering force, while Julius’s fiery strikes kept the leader on the defensive. They pushed him back, their combined assault relentless and overwhelming.

Meanwhile, Lyan and Erich were locked in a fierce duel with the Duke. The Duke’s enchanted axe swung with terrifying speed and power, forcing Lyan and Erich to use every ounce of their skill to stay ahead. Lyan’s glaive spun and slashed, each strike aimed with deadly precision. Erich’s sword glowed with golden flames, each swing a beacon of light in the darkness.

The Duke’s attacks were relentless, but Lyan and Erich fought back with equal ferocity. Lyan sidestepped a heavy swing, his glaive cutting through the Duke’s defenses and leaving a deep gash in his side. Erich followed up with a powerful slash, his golden flames searing the wound.

"You think you can defeat me?" the Duke roared, his voice filled with rage. "I am invincible with this axe!"

Lyan met his gaze, his eyes cold and determined. "No one is invincible. Not even you."

With a coordinated effort, Lyan and Erich launched a flurry of attacks. Lyan’s glaive moved like a blur, striking with incredible speed and precision. Erich’s sword blazed with golden flames, each strike aimed to exploit the Duke’s weaknesses. The Duke fought back with all his might, but the combined skill and determination of Lyan and Erich were too much for him.

As the battle raged, the leader of the [Crows] realized his forces were crumbling. Desperate, he raised his staff and unleashed a powerful blast of dark energy, sending Julius and Borton sprawling. He turned to flee, but Vilgira appeared, blocking his path.

"You’re not going anywhere," Vilgira said, his voice cold and determined. He drew his sword, its blade gleaming in the dim light.

The leader sneered, raising his staff. "You think you can stop me? I will escape and bring about your destruction!"

Vilgira lunged forward, his sword cutting through the air with deadly precision. The leader parried with his staff, dark energy crackling around him. They clashed in a fierce duel, Vilgira’s sword moving with incredible speed and skill. The leader countered with blasts of dark energy, but Vilgira dodged and deflected each one with ease.

The battle between Vilgira and the leader of the [Crows] was intense, each strike and counterstrike filled with lethal intent. Vilgira’s movements were fluid and precise, his sword a blur of motion. The leader fought back with dark magic, but Vilgira’s skill and determination proved too much for him.

Meanwhile, Lyan and Erich continued their relentless assault on the Duke. The Duke’s enchanted axe swung with devastating power, but Lyan and Erich dodged and countered with incredible speed and precision. Lyan’s glaive struck with deadly accuracy, each strike finding its mark. Erich’s golden flames flared brighter, his strikes becoming more intense and focused.

The Duke’s attacks grew more desperate, his movements slower and less coordinated. Lyan saw his opportunity and launched a powerful thrust, his glaive piercing the Duke’s chest. The Duke staggered, a look of shock and disbelief on his face.

"No!" the Duke roared, reaching for a hidden dagger. But Erich was faster, his sword cutting through the air in a blinding arc. The golden flames incinerated the dagger, and with a final, powerful strike, Erich’s sword pierced the Duke’s heart.

The Duke collapsed to the ground, his eyes wide with shock.

"Y-You... This is a mistake..." The Duke uttered in desperation.

"Yes," Erich nods. "Your existence is a whole mistake,"

Lyan and Erich stood victorious, their breaths heavy but steady. They had defeated the Duke, but the battle was not yet over.

Vilgira continued his duel with the leader of the [Crows], his movements a blur of speed and precision. The leader fought back with dark magic, but Vilgira’s skill and determination were too much for him. With a final, powerful strike, Vilgira disarmed the leader, his sword cutting through the staff and sending it clattering to the ground.

"It’s over," Vilgira said, his voice echoing through the chamber.

The leader of the [Crows] sneered, his defiance still evident. "You may have won this battle, but the war is far from over."

Erich and his companions approached, their eyes cold and unyielding. "We’ll see about that," Lyan said, his voice filled with resolve. "For now, you’ll answer for your crimes."

With the Duke defeated and the leader of the [Crows] captured, Lyan and his companions finally had a moment to breathe. The castle, once filled with the sounds of battle, now echoed with an eerie silence. The fires set by Julius and Borton flickered, casting long shadows on the stone walls, and the remains of the skeletal warriors lay scattered across the courtyard.

Lyan wiped the sweat from his brow and turned to Erich, a look of relief on his face. "We did it," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Erich nodded, his golden flames fading away as he sheathed his sword. "This victory is for Astellia. The Duke’s reign of conspiracy is over."

Julius and Borton joined them, their expressions weary but triumphant. Julius’s flames still flickered around his sword, casting a warm glow in the dim light. "The leader of the [Crows] won’t be causing any more trouble," Julius said, nodding towards Vilgira, who was binding the leader with magical restraints.

Vilgira’s eyes were cold as he tightened the restraints, ensuring the leader couldn’t escape. "You’ll pay for your crimes," he said, his voice filled with a quiet determination.

The leader of the [Crows] sneered, but there was a flicker of fear in his eyes. "You think you’ve won? This is just the beginning. Others will rise in my place."

Erich stepped forward, his gaze unwavering. "Let them come. We will be ready."