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Lord Summoner's Freedom Philosophy: Grimoire of Love

Summoning. One of the rarest type of magician exist in the world. Who would able to underestimate summoning and ordering a mighty pheonix, or summoning an invincible dragon? Of course, none. To master the path of summoning, only those born with an innate talent and strive to learn the path of summoning magic might be capable of achieving and master the powerful magic. But not for Lyan Arcanium Evocatore. After succeeding defeating his lifetime quest of saving the human world by offering his life, the great incubus's wish of living freely got granted and he wakes up at a parallel world with 8 powerful spirits contracted with him and a summoning grimoire. [The gods have granted you the Grimoire of Summoning: Creatures of Love] [You're capable of obtaining the summonable monsters by having affectionate intercourse with your romantic interests] [The Grimoire is chosen in consideration of the host's former occupation as an incubus] "Intercourse!?" But not only the grimoire, The other problem is... -You are? -Whoa... What with this weakling? -It seems that you're my master, nice to meet you -So you're the forementioned servant, huh!? -B-Big bro! Y-You're the summoner! -........ -Boy, you look delicious -Um... Where exactly are we? "How should I know!? And why the hell should I sleep with women in order to get my summonable monsters!?!?" Follow the summoner Lyan as he collect monsters, get dragged into different kinds of war, became the greatest feudal lord, battling the goblin king, facing the dragon tribe, and opposing the evil god followers! One of the King of Kings Series ______________________________________ Join the discord server for discussions, announcements, and characters illustrations ---> https://discord.gg/v872fq3s5h

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The North's Deadly Magical Forest (2) They won!

Looking at how the battles are going at such a fast-paced pace with all of the monsters summoned by the man winning over the battle, I then lastly shift my gaze to the back where the wagon is being protected by an army of skeletons.

The Golden Retriever barked loudly as he raced forward, his powerful legs carrying him toward the undead army with lightning speed. The Moonlight Butterfly flitted along beside him, her delicate wings reflecting the moonlight in a stunning display of grace and power.

The Moonlight Butterfly led the charge, her wings spreading wide and unleashing a barrage of magic arrows toward the enemy. The arrows were made of pure moonlight and glimmered as they flew through the air.

They struck the undead with deadly accuracy, piercing through their ice armor and bursting into bursts of light that burned the flesh beneath.