Incubus Lord: I Summoned My Lustful Wives

Woosh!

[My King!]

A sudden gust of wind wrapped around him from behind the huge white spider appeared suddenly, smashing his side with two of its huge black legs.

"Kah!?"

Lancelot's sword blocked his ribs and chest, avoiding the sharp spines penetrating his lungs and body before he was sent flying through the air again.

Boom!

He felt his right hand drop the broadsword before the world began spinning.

Clang!

Thud!

His body crashed into a huge stone pillar.

Lancelot's body smashing into the rock caused great damage to the stone, with a woman's stone head broken head off and dropping to the ground, crumbling and falling apart.

Blood smeared the damaged pillar, and Lancelot dropped rapidly to the ground with a limp body.

Morgana's four wings flapped desperately to reach him before he hit the ground.

However, luck was not on their side...

Bang!

A thunderous blow sounded the force of the sudden attack of the ghost spider, creating a deep crater in the earthen floor.

The brutal blow destroyed most of the slates and caused the ground to shake widely.

The black legs of the spider swung down, catching Lancelot with his sword across his body and slamming him relentlessly into the ground.

He felt the world begin to tremble, his vision blurry.

'Damn... fucking spiders...'

There was the pungent smell of iron in his nose and a sticky liquid in his mouth that tasted like blood.

"Peh.." Lancelot spat the blood from his lips.

His eyes fixated on the spider lifting its legs once again; its red eyes were completely void of emotions watching his damaged body.

"Ugh.... my rib..." Lancelot grunted yet forced himself to keep his faint smile.

He lifted himself from the dirt, dust and broken rocks and began to wipe himself down; he trusted Morgana from her actions so far.

And she didn't let him down, using her flames to assault the spider, stopping its brutal attack before the spider vanished like mist again.

'So this is the reason for its ghost name, huh...?'

Summon Drive: 75% -> 100%

[USE MY SUMMON DRIVE!]

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Back in the outside arena, where the students were watching in awe, many doubted the "loser" Lancelot but now were addicted to his fighting style and cool face.

Merlin and the faculty were currently discussing the boy as it would happen.

"Ah, it was so close, Merlin! But your wager was off, but the boy does have great talent."

"Nightmare trial, reaching the final boss, not to mention he fought mostly with his own body.." A gruff man with short brown hair and thick muscles bellowed.

He was Adam, a teacher who also worked for the Empire's knights and trained them.

"I want to ask him to join the knight order when he leaves..." Adam meant well.

He truly saw potential in the boy.

"Haha, what folly."

"He is only doing so well due to that slut commander with him. She cannot be hit, can control the enemies!"

"Merlin, that boy, cannot be passed just because he did well."

"If you fail the trial, you are out."

"Those are your own rules!"

A high-pitched male complained with a barrage of howling cries of anger.

He was another mage, but unlike Merlin, he was not considered special for his talent but because he was a high noble.

"..."

Still, Merlin watched in silence.

The moment the boy's face showed an unwavering smile, despite his body covered in wounds, blood leaking from his now and lips.

"I still think he can do it."

"That boy, I want to teach him with you, Adam; not only is his physical body top class. His control and aptitude for magic are high."

When Merlin spoke, his eyes shone with a strange blue light. The inside was a huge cross, with four black stars in each corner rotating rapidly.

In response, the knight Adam merely looked happy and nodded.

Evaine standing beside the central area of the arena, was stunned.

Her eyes watched him with awe, never expecting one of her students to look so dashing.

"It's like he's born to fight and slay monsters... And..."

"Those abs are so sexy and tight..." She whispered.

Unaware, her voice was transmitted to the entire arena causing everyone to look surprised and gossip.

-

Equally oblivious to his former lover's mistake.

Lancelot stood facing the huge spider, which retreated to the back of the room, curling its body as if waiting for the best chance to strike.

'...'

He looked at the beautiful woman beside him, her lovely black and purple hair swaying like it was alive, two pairs of wings, one lovely white, the other black like a devil.

'Can you do it? You know that we will fuse completely.'

[This queen can do anything! Let me show you the difference between a mere goblin Summon Drive and a Succubus Queen!]

'Alright.'

He lowered his hands, dropping the sword that slowly crumbled into purple and pink dots of light before taking a deep breath and looking towards the beautiful golden eyes of Morgana, who approached.

[Worry not, even if the world betrays you.]

She brushed her fingers along his cheeks, pressing against his soft lips with her fingertip.

[I alone will stand beside you.]

When he was about to retort to her, he likely said he didn't trust anyone and would never trust someone he had just met.

Morgana ignored him, closing his lips with hers.

All he could feel was squishy red lips before her enchanting tongue pried his mouth open, leading him to a wonderful sensation of peace.

She stopped him from uttering a complaint or speaking as a cascade of pink energy enveloped his body, the entire room now glowing with a dull pink light.

His body was wrapped in the powerful essence of the supreme succubus queen.

Morgana.

Summon Drive was a strange ability that allowed the summoned troops above a Captain class to lend their power to their lord.

This skill allowed them to grant skills, attributes, knowledge, and information.

A stronger or high-class spirit would show more improvements than a low-class summon, thus for one classified as unknown.

The benefits were beyond Lancelot's imagination.

Lancelot's former commander was a goblin warrior.

His benefit from this ability was limited to sword skills improved by 1 level and a small attribute increase.

But...

With Morgana...

Lancelot's attributes were all doubled.

His skills all ranked up one level.

Not only did he gain access to the spells and skills in her information within his tattoo.

She also granted him a special, unique ability which caused his heart to flutter just a little.

->Phantasmal Sword

Create swords using your Ether.

The caster decides the shape and size, two maximum but can be detonated to cast Shadow Flare.

Each sword ignores armour dealing soul damage and has the spell Shadow Flare built into the blade.

Blades will be equal to one above the caster's current grade.

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