Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights - Chapter 197: Fourth Strongest Family In the Western Region

Chapter 197: Fourth Strongest Family In the Western Region

Hercules’ eyes widened when he turned back and saw the man in a thick black hood walking into the construction site, with two girls standing outside with their hands over their mouths.

’Just elite tier summoners. What about him though?’ Hercules tilted his head, the eyes of his summon, which he fused with, gleaming brightly.

’I can’t sense anything from him. Not even a tiny amount of mana.’ He thought. To be able to completely conceal his aura meant this stranger was either a normal human or a powerful Throne Tier or even a Saint Tier summoner!

The latter might be the case here, for no normal human would dare approach them.

Godfrey’s ocean-blue eyes gleamed, piercing through the darkness of his hood as the bloodied, limp Lucy held by the Skeleton Centipede and Isaac barely standing with a bad wound in his chest that soaked his uniform in blood reflected in his eyes.

This was done by a fellow student? He wasn’t even shocked, just extremely bitter.

His eyes hardened as he clenched his teeth and then moved.

Hercules’ eyes widened as Godfrey vanished from his sight. The next thing he saw was Godfrey had taken Lucy from Black Skull’s summon and walked toward Isaac.

Black Skull’s eyes trembled.

Looking at Lucy in his arms, Godfrey clenched his teeth harder and didn’t even realize it. Some of her bones were broken, with cuts and bruises here and there. Her uniform was also torn.

“G-Godfrey…” Isaac stuttered, relief washing over him as he almost fell to his knees, but Godfrey grabbed him and gently allowed him to rest.

“Let’s go.” Black Skull whispered to Hercules. They could already sense this young man was beyond their tier. His Centipede turned and crawled away with great speed while Hercules leaped into the air, but at that moment they were held in place by a telekinetic force.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Godfrey turned, his sclera had already turned black and his irises a piercing gold.

He clenched his fist, folding Black Skull’s summon into a ball of bones! Black Skull screamed. Blood spilled out from his orifices, and he fell on all fours, convulsing as his eyes turned white.

Some people had more violent reactions when they lost their summons, and it usually led to death. Black Skull was among their unfortunate ranks.

With a mere flex of his fingers, Godfrey made Hercules fly toward him. The Fanatic tried fighting it but couldn’t as Godfrey leaped, grabbed his face, and slammed it into the ground, tearing open a fifty-foot radius.

The earth’s quaking went far, but luckily this construction site was big enough to keep everything contained.

Gum girl’s pupils shrank. All the confidence she had when facing Godfrey vanished like smoke. Sure, she had seen some of his feats on television, but seeing him demolish two King Tiers, which were so rare they made up just five percent of the global population.

“Where is Silas?” Godfrey asked coldly.

“Over here.” A voice rang, and everyone turned to a portal from where Silas emerged with some of his classmates.

“I see now why the bounty on your head is in the hundreds of millions. I think it should be increased now that you can kill such rare King Tier summoners with ease.” Silas barely finished when his eyes went to the corner; Godfrey was already beside him, and a punch came for his head.

“Sigh…” Silas vanished, and in his place was a thirteen-foot-tall robust black werewolf that stopped Godfrey’s full-powered blow by simply catching his fist.

The air exploded, the earth shattered as the fierce wind tossed the Manhattan students away. Even the huge slabs of stones from the collapsed building were displaced, and some hit other uncompleted buildings!

The black werewolf, that looked a little more like a human than a normal werewolf, exhaled while glaring at Godfrey like he was an ant. That gaze held intelligence.

’A Divine Tier summon? Who is this Silas?’ Godfrey pondered as the werewolf moved. He blocked it but was swept a hundred feet away by the impact.

Silas walked out of the portal again, but this time he was followed by a crowd of summoners, most of whom had werewolves much taller than them by their side.

Their numbers grew to over a hundred and twenty, all standing behind Silas, whose hands were still in his pocket as he stood side by side with his Divine Tier summon.

“The great Shadow King, the most wanted man, the devil that loves death and stops salvation by keeping our way to the perfect life all to himself. I know you want to be a hero…but circumstances have made you a demon.” Silas chuckled softly.

“You have to accept that it’s the authorities that decide who is a hero and who isn’t. Everything you do will be turned against you, and you will run mad. Let me save you from that fate and kill you now. Trust me, this is a favour from a fan.”

Godfrey tilted his head. “With an army of that size?”

Five portals opened, and four knights emerged. Dirge, Lament, Tempest, and Mountain, all of whom unleashed an army of a thousand! All of which were made of the dead who were risen through different ways.

“You’re something, Godfrey. Where’s your other summon? With your family? I’d assume that’s where it is since your bodyguard is officially useless and your mother is a helpless lamb in a jungle of predators. That aside, I know you don’t know who I am; let me introduce myself.”

Silas’ lips curled up. “I’m Silas Bane. Yes, from the Bane family, the fourth strongest family in this region. I am the son of the current Mr. Manhattan, and we Banes, as our names suggest, are truly banes. Can you guess what I’m a bane of?”

Godfrey squinted.

“Love and Loyalty.” Silas declared as Godfrey saw his knights’ eyes turn crimson as their hostile gazes turned toward him.

“Yes… I can make your summons your enemies. Is this army big enough now, they’re your very own. Crazy, isn’t it?” Silas smirked confidently.

“I can’t wait to see you fight your own summons. Oh, to make this more interesting.”

His werewolf, an 18.5 summon, growled and its eyes emitted a gray light.

’This skill makes my summon’s targets blind. I have laid out this meticulous plan, and not even someone as powerful as you will escape this one. And so, the great Shadow King falls to me.’

Silas sounded pleased with himself before giving his command.

“Kill him.”

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A/N: Sigh, I uploaded late today.