Chapter Eighty
Crow calmly opened his summoning grimoire as the glow of countless summon books hovered before him.
Now that he was Level 25, he could use up to 17 summon books simultaneously.
Each book had been collected and prepared meticulously —
Rare, powerful, and legendary summons from across the world.
He began binding them one by one:
Ashen Crow King — A massive crow wreathed in shadowy flames. Celestial Butterfly — A creature of dazzling lights, capable of massive healing and illusions. Bloodthorn Ent — A monstrous tree-like creature, its roots drenched in crimson energy. Crimson Wraith — A ghostly assassin that could phase through dimensions. Emerald Dragon Whelp — A young dragon with powerful regeneration and poison breath. Blazing Sabertooth — A feral beast with flames bursting from its fangs and claws. Ghoul Duke — A refined undead creature that commanded legions of lesser ghouls. Mystic Rune Fox — A creature of pure magic, capable of bending reality with rune spells. War Drum Ogre — A monstrous drummer whose beats empowered all allies and weakened enemies. Phantom Reaper — A silent specter wielding a scythe that reaped souls. Light Seraph — A winged angelic being, specializing in shields and purifying light. Poison Serpent Queen — A terrifying naga whose venom corroded the soul. Iron Golem Commander — A towering giant of steel, an immovable fortress. Forest Dryad — A beautiful spirit that could control forests and nature to entangle enemies. Storm Leviathan — A sea monster capable of conjuring catastrophic storms. Shadow Panther — A predator born of darkness, undetectable even to the keenest senses. Thunder Roc — A colossal bird that brought forth thunderstorms with a single flap.
Crow's fingers danced across the grimoires, binding the books into his summoning slots.
Each summon surged with power, surrounding him in a halo of elemental fury.
And still, he had three more books prepared for future levels:
Stone Titan — A mountain-like colossus. Ice Wolf King — A sovereign of blizzards. Fire Spirit Lord — A monarch of raging infernos.
Crow smiled slightly.
He had finished setting his army.
His undead forces, his divine heroes, and now a host of elite summons —
An empire of death, divinity, and destruction.
He whispered to himself:
"No one will be able to stop me."
He turned his gaze toward the distant mountains —
Where the next hidden quest for a Demi-God unit awaited.