Incubus Lord: I Summoned My Lustful Wives

'I always thought they were called Demon Lords, Kings and Emperors just because of their attributes or the size of their army.'

'However, at that moment, I realised... It was neither an empty title nor a name given to boost a person's ego... It was an actual state of existence...' - King Lancelot of Camelot, 2024

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The Wraith Lord was stunned looking at the handsome male who should have been a lesser demon with human blood at most! His eyes glared at Lancelot filling with anger, jealousy and contempt.

"You...! What is that form!"

"This is who I am." Lancelot's deep, distorted voice sounded a feeling of overwhelming pride and arrogance, confident in his strength, power and abilities.

Holding Caladbolg, who became unusually quiet in her dual sword form, both gemstones on her pommels glowing brilliant red as if the amount of Ether filling her body was enough to satiate her in seconds completely.

"I must thank you, former King of a rotten kingdom." Lancelot's eyes narrowed, a smirk on his devilish face revealing four sharp fangs.

"Thank me!?" The wraith lord's hands trembled the sky filling with hundreds of wraiths and images of demons all casting magic towards Lancelot.

The women behind him were about to rush to save him... only for a gentle force to push them back... like a man's soft hands guiding his lover.

Lancelot looked back at them momentarily, and they all heard, "Don't worry, just stand there and be cute and watch your king work his magic."

He was sure he reached this point the moment he accepted Caladbolg... but now, able to feel all his bloodlines surging through his veins as if free and unfettered, Lancelot realised that he was only half-baked, half awakened...

'Like always, really, haha. A master swordsman with a weak body...'

The gathering of dark blasts of Eldritch power began to form huge balls in the sky before the Wraith Lord finally lowered his arm as hundreds of black and green rays of darkness shot towards Lancelot.

The sound of their descent was a low crack, followed by the sound of a tsunami of negative energy.

"Well... Shall I use a classic in this form?" Lancelot muttered to himself, lowering his waist, cracking his back and twisting his body, the stance he used from the moment he was reborn.

A simple Whirlwind slash... but now his heavy ether was like a tangible wall of magic forming two dense streams along each blade.

Stepping off the ground, his body began to twirl like a spinning top, the loud whistle and howl of his blades echoing as the black ether started to create a hurricane of flames shooting towards the hundred eldritch blasts.

Clang

Pummell

Thunk

Metallic sounds vibrated the ears as he destroyed every blast of eldritch poison in one continuous and fast-moving hurricane rotation... His Black ether coated him... creating a thin shadow layer that made him faster and more precise with his swordsmanship...

"Now Caladbolg... We must give our friend an equally large greeting!"

—Yes Lancelot!! Let us Kill This Trash!!!

'Manners! You shouldn't insult the deceased, or else they might get mad and have revenge,' Lancelot smirked playfully despite his draconic personality taking charge.

Caladbolg fused into one huge greatsword as he lifted, turning his blade counterclockwise, standing like a whirlwind. Then, holding her middle, he raised his arms before slowly lowering and pushing off the air...

Black Ether formed before Caladbolg's blade before her tip sliced open a small hole.

With the world going silent.

Like the silent revolution, the Earth trembles.

Following him, hundreds of Succubi raised and slammed their hands on the ground as hundreds of dark spikes were formed.

The blackness around Lancelot's blade turned to a tornado of red flame and white icy fire swirling in a concoction of mixed and dark flames before a furious roar escaped his lips.

"Tyr, Tiamat! Give our guest a Dragon's Welcome!"

A loud howl and terrifying roar tore apart space and time... before the hundreds of spikes shot towards the wraith; their speed was twice as quick as a dragon's, filling the night with three colours of mixed magic before Lancelot's Black spiral spear cracked the earth beneath him, sinking him several inches into the now unstable floor...

One by one, a terrifying crack tore through the land... like a huge plate split apart a 50-metre-long opening, ripping the ground apart as black lava mixed with golden veins rose like magma, causing the area near Lancelot's troops to turn hot and dangerous, a river of lava and golden streaks poured from the ocean and created a demonic view and landscape for a hundred metres...

'Whoops... too deep and powerful...'

A heavy wind exploded, ripping the remaining undead apart and smashing them into clouds of rotten mess as the wave of pure Eldritch blast, lava and chaos covered the western side for a hundred miles.

But that wasn't the only horrifying thing happening; a tremendous gravitational force erupted above and below as two gigantic dragons appeared, one feral with scarlet red scales, her teeth and horns sharp as a burst for scarlet flames swirled in her mouth, the other black... gracious and sleek with very pretty features, apart from the black fireball in her throat.

Two monstrous Dragons roared and sent shockwaves of mana over Lancelot... before their enormous maws opened.

"HRAAAAAAAAAW!!!!!!!!!!

The scarlet-red dragon, Tiamat, launched her flames forward; her entire wave was a spiral of Scarlet and white-gold flames.

The Black Dragon, Tyr, shot a stream of pure chaotic flames mixed with Dark, Ice, Fire and Lightning; her body glowed with a jet black light and an intense black pressure relishing in Lancelot's ether.

Luckily for his succubi and troops. The dragons were massive; thus, their streams aimed in a different direction...

Thousands of Skeletons, zombies and all the illusions he cast were caught in the torrent; tens of thousands became a shower of rotten blood, burnt and purified, their corpses turned to dust before the black and red streams of endless destruction and death carried into the horizon, destroying the Wraith horde.

"You bastard! He will never let you win; you have revealed your true colours! Do you think humans will side with you? Mwhahahah!"

"Suffer like me!" The Wraith Lord's hand collided with the mixed stream of two dragon breaths, his body burying all the Ether he had left to endure.

While Lancelot watched with a tired smirk, despite his superior form, fighting with Caladbolg caused his soul and ether reserves to drain his energy considerably...

"Me? Suffer like you? Ah, no." Lancelot chuckled with a grin.

He thought all evil beings loved dramatic conversations at the end of a battle as Lancelot approached the Wraith Lord calmly...But now he was exhausted and couldn't do anything further...

The burst of magic flames had destroyed his arms... crushed his magic core, and now the Wraith Lord was Withering away...

'Damn, I wanted to make him my servant, but it won't work anymore...' Lancelot grimaced before slashing the Wraith down the centre, Caladbolg devouring all the Ether and power he had left inside... bones crumbling into dust as Lancelot could swear he saw a smile on the lips of this guy as he vanished.

The Wraith Lord disappeared; his dying breath was met by Tyr and Tiamat, who had not exhausted their breath despite the wide-scale attack... the moment their target vanished, the scarlet dragon roared while the midnight Black dragon flew up high before their lungs contracted heavily.

Then, breathing in, their breath mixed once more, turning the mix of chaotic flames into a bright beam before their destructive power landed, incinerating the entire army that assaulted the eastern flank.

"Those girls surely want some kind of reward later, don't they..."

—I think they went into heat because of your complete form... A Demon...Dragon and Divine King... all at once, and you still didn't cast away your Human King bloodline... is that where your love of swords comes from, haha... so resolute it fights the other three alone with just a single sword... the sword named Kara~~

'Don't act humble... I know you helped keep my human bloodline in the mix, letting it use your power to keep the others in line...'

—Mmm.... you should reward me because I know how much you value your life as a human and the swordsmanship you honed in that lifetime.

"..."

"If you ever gain a permanent humanoid form, you should be worried."

—Why??

"Because you say things that make my heart flutter, and I might just have you birth another sword for me."

—!!!!

—Mmm... We shall see about that, Master! Eat these corpses for a speedy recovery and a small blessing.

Lancelot began laughing softly before he pointed his palm to the huge undead horde, devouring their power, giving a part to those who fought but taking most of it for himself.

Then, facing the mountains...

He felt the presence watching him while he just pointed Caladbolg towards it. With a smirk, he rushed to the north gate to support Milvar.

Now able to maintain this form while controlling his desires, wants and needs. Lancelot had reached a peak that many could never do in their lifetimes.