Incubus Lord: I Summoned My Lustful Wives

⁜ Lancelot POV

The walls shook, causing many troops to become unbalanced, almost falling to stray shots, but the main issue was the undead troops had gained momentum and time to slowly push their ramming tools and siege ladders close to the wall as they began to swing up faster than they were knocked down.

"Lusia! Vellan! Get the Succubi to focus on the undead, slow their ascent up the walls!"

Lancelot's voice covered the entire western wall as he flickered with flames; like a burning furnace, countless fireballs began to form around his body.

Each ball around the size of a basketball shot with a loud booming crack followed by a heavy aftershock that vibrated the air, almost deafening the sensitive ears of many troops.

The blast from his fireballs raining down on the wraiths caused them to burn into cinders within seconds, but the moment he killed one, two appeared, and then two became four...

'They are increasing in number!?'

"Fuck!"

Holding both hands out, he felt a tense pull from within as he began to continuously cast fireballs, the balls causing a huge torrent of flames to fill the skies.

Like the heavens opening, Lancelot continued this non-stop barrage as the Succubi under his command screeched loudly as the fire he fired created a safe perimeter above their side of the wall.

'Why is everything so hard!?'

Tearing his eyes away from the spectacle for just a second, Lancelot was alarmed at the undead army still climbing, some even making it near the top.

"Haa...ha...."

After lowering his arms, Lancelot's pupils widened as he became confused... The sky was now filled with hundreds of wraiths...

They all began to pulsate with heavy magic waves, pointing their fingers down... a barrage of shadow beams shot towards him.

This wasn't logical!

There was no logic!

What would happen if every Wraith around the fortress directed their ranged attack straight at him? Would it cause him harm?!

"SHIT!!!"

His doubts were answered. Lancelot hurriedly pulled Caladbolg from his back and sliced the sky.

A huge black arc tore apart the skies, devouring all the beams.

Her beautiful black blade and red gems had absorbed the beams easily, but the increase in wraiths had Lancelot stumped as he fled back and stood in line with the succubi, taking a breather.

"Succubi, switch to attacking only; I will defend you with the frost hares and elves!"

"Lusia, do you have any idea what's going on?"

Lancelot switched to a supportive role to recover his ether at his wit's end.

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⁜ Ikumi POV

Meanwhile, on the eastern front.

Ikumi's body, like a raging storm, was spiralling in the air, her sharp heels crushing the heads of more than ten zombies with her brutal Frost Hare martial arts, twisting her hips to increase her speed.

She finished her attack and landed with a thud in the centre of the frozen wasteland.

Without a break, her left hand swiped across the sky, creating seven ice lances that tore through the sky with loud howls, penetrating the heads of another set of undead, her special units copying her as hundreds of sharp lances penetrated the undead knight's lines.

"Pull back, Ice Balls!" Ikumi Cried out as her right hand pointed forward, glowing with a blue swirl as she snapped her fingertips.

The next moment, led by her basketball-sized Ice Ball, hundreds of slightly smaller ones followed before slowly arcing into the back line of the enemy forces...

A moment later, sounds of explosions followed by thousands of sharp ice spikes shot from the exploded balls.

'Hmm... This should kill the slower forces. While the stronger ones would be busy running my way,' Ikumi thought.

She was not disheartened or weary that her constant fighting was tiring her soldiers or herself. Instead, Ikumi held her palm face-up.

"Back to the wall."

Before her mana stores could get low, Ikumi stopped her offensive and used teleportation skills to move herself and her troops back to the wall. The distance was quite high, leading to several teleports. Now, with a slight exhaustion, she took a hiatus.

"Haa...Ha.....Haa... Marimo, buy me some time."Ikumi's voice was seductive and mature, unlike her high-pitched cute voice during normal times.

"No problem, Captain." Marimo's gentle voice sounded as the five thousand Oni troops and just under a thousand frost hares stood firm with their shield wall and spears ready for the enemy.

"Archers, crush their backline, aim for their head or use arcane magic with your archery to kill them!"

Marimo stepped onto the wall, her head only just matching the seasoned Oni troops, but they didn't look down on her, as she was flowing with a fierce and commanding aura, much like their second in command, Milvar.

Short and feisty.

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The battle of the eastern wall was one-sided. The magical arrows of the elves easily devoured the undead weak archer units that could barely reach the top of the walls...

Suddenly, Ikumi, who had joined the melee again, felt danger as her eyes widened.

A short blonde woman who wasn't very decayed shot across her chest and slashed her shoulder and neck, almost decapitating Ikumi.

Ikumi was shocked at how fast she could move, watching the female assassin's deadly assault, dodging and rolling from the flurry of slashes until an opening formed as she pushed off the ground with both legs, her tight muscles expanding and bulging with veins.

Then she shot out, like a snake striking a mouse, her legs and body swinging slightly as both her feet smashed into the female assassin with a Tomahawk dropkick.

"Haa...haa..... What the!?"

Although the knight was sent flying through the air, rolling in the dirt and rocks several times, the next moment, the sky was filled with a rain of undead arrows that cascaded down towards Ikumi, who could only watch with narrowed eyes and dilated pupils.

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⁜ Lancelot POV

Lancelot managed to calm himself, watching the sky filled with nearly a thousand wraiths, but his bare body could take their bolts...

He had a hunch but didn't want to act on it without a confident mind.

"Brother! The bad guy's beams only sting a little now; earlier, it hurt so bad I almost cried!" Vellan complained as she landed beside him, her sexy blue breast pressed against his arm as she used him to recover.

"Nnn... I am sore, sorry, brother."

There was no doubt in his heart as her skin was covered in spell burns from the wraiths and several bloody sword wounds that were healing at a slow rate.

"Succubi!"

His loud shout caused every succubus to pull back, staring at him before lowering around him on their knee.

"Master!"

"Lord!"

"Our King!"

"What orders!?"

He looked at the beautiful woman, slowly stepping forward as once again a beautiful swirl of shadow magic wrapped around his body; the first time he tried to match their spell... but being an incubus, it worked!

"All of you begin casting your spells, but hold it! Only release when I give the signal!"

Looking up to the Wraiths, who didn't dare to descend into his area, his white hair fell, covering his eyes.

"Prepare yourself, girls..." Lancelot spoke softly.

Then, his entire body was enveloped, not in flame or a hurricane of fire or water.

No.... Lancelot was enveloped within a tornado of darkness, his smile filled with excitement...

Following him, every succubus performed the same; some were a little smaller or more vibrant others nearly collapsed from the huge drain of Ether only to feel their body filled with excess Ether from Lancelot as he began to act as a battery for those too weak.

"Snow Elves, Frost Hares. Protect the succubi!" Lancelot Cried, with a grim determination lining his words.

Closing his eyes, he felt the buildup of magic finally reaching a territorial level of spell.

"RELEASE THE DARK WAVE!"

The moment Lancelot released the command, an ear-tearing, world-shaking boom caused every Undead, living being, and monster to look their way for miles!

Which was followed by the sight of many small, extremely weak Dark Tornadoes, with three succubus forming a single mini-dark twister.

"Wait.... That's it!? Are we not supposed to win now!?"Vellan felt downcast and confused, the few Succubus elders feeling the same.

Until all five hundred succubus released their spells, forming a dark tsunami of tornadoes that shot towards the sky like a black tide of death and destruction, most dropped to their knees and breathed heavily before the sky was rendered open.

This was far more potent than Lancelot's use of Shadow Wave, forming not 72 Twisters but thousands as their tornadoes rushed into the Wraiths, their spell transforming into a rain of pure Dark Spears, exploding out, killing thousands, sending the remainder fleeing for their lives or falling lifeless from the sky in flames, or destroyed bones.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAWAWAWAWAWA!!!"

In a wail, a foreboding sound of a human-like scream sounded... as a single figure began to walk through the dark mist that began to clear.

And there, the former human lord who became a wraith hovered before them in his regal attire, wearing a broken crown.

"Well done, a knight named Lancelot. Now enjoy a taste of my true power."

Dark magic begins to surge around his fingertip briefly before a sudden blast of eldritch energy shoots towards Lancelot.

He lifted his sword, Caladbolg!

—My beloved master, I cannot block that spell level at my current state!!!! DODGE!

Caladbolg screamed out; before Lancelot could react, a lovely blue body blocked his view, as the black and green beam of energy that made the very air crackle with death shot through her body... the blue succubus Vellan blocked the attack with her body and flung off the wall...

"Ah.... my sneak attack failed....but it killed one of your little sluts, haha."

"Sluts...? These women are my beloved Concubines!"

He had made this promise to Morgana that the succubi that were born would help them survive with his ether and accepted many of them into his harem before knowing it.

Thus, these 500 succubi were special, and that insult blew his cool.

Stepping forward, his hand gripped Kara tighter, wanting to crush the Wraith Lord more than ever.

This had become more than a battle for defence; to Lancelot, it was now a battle of annihilation.

'Caladbolg, we're going to hunt some ghouls.'

—Yes! My Master!

Splitting Caladbolg into dual blades and expanding his wings with a powerful flap of his six wings, he shot into the sky faster than the eldritch bolt, with his body becoming more demonic with each yard travelled as he called out to his troops.

"Leave None Alive!"

The moment his words sounded... It was like every Succubus and Frost Hare went berserk... ripping and tearing apart the corpses on the wall, diving down to slaughter them in a brutal rage of anger and passion.

All to serve their king.