Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights - Chapter 229: A Knight’s Duty

Chapter 229: A Knight’s Duty

Just like the Pathani race, there once existed one called Ignikai. A transformed race that became one with fire and magma after mana came.

Few knew Dax’s summoner, even fewer knew he was a summon because his summoner raised him like an actual human child. What held his secret was the face mask that protected his lower chin, which couldn’t be turned into normal flesh no matter how much he tried.

Jin was just his pet, the same way Leviathan was the war mount of Percival’s Sea King.

Jin grew bigger, reaching fifteen feet. It was like he also threw away his facade, revealing his 13.6 tier as his aura filled the place.

No longer looking like a human but a humanoid volcanic being with pure white eyes and massive red hair with golden stripes, Dax, summon name Volcanic Flame Prince, tore through the wind as he accelerated from zero to several hundred mph in an instant.

His hammer kissed the skeleton centaur’s face with uncanny precision, launching it through the wall of four buildings in one blow.

The Demon Centaur turned toward Dax when something blocked the light above. Upon raising its head, the centaur saw Jin above him, swinging down his mighty hammer.

It didn’t even roar like one would expect such a barbaric-looking beast to.

The centaur blocked the blow with its shield. The impact created a ripple that tore the surrounding buildings as if they were made of biscuits and not hard wood and nails.

The centaur’s spear pierced through Jin’s chest, forcing it to stagger backward. The skull cavalry made a detour around, chasing after the vagabonds.

An elephant spat a great deal of water like it came out of a geyser. Once it splattered on them, the water would swiftly freeze. It could also bloat a target, forcing them to explode, but these Cavalrymen were King Tiers, beyond the Tier of the elephant.

One of the skull Cavalrymen threw his broad axe and it struck the elephant’s head. The summoner collapsed the moment his summon fell.

Seeing this, Valentina’s eyes watered. She was astride White, who ran with all its might, while Ballista followed.

“Do not stop.” Ballista urged as he turned and summoned nearly a hundred Bow Knights, but they were all 7.8 High Tiers, their arrows were able to delay the Skull Cavalrymen but it couldn’t kill them.

Ballista pulled out three arrows as he watched his unit get decimated and fired them. These three arrows split into nine, accurately lodging deep into the skulls of nine Cavalrymen.

But the others were already upon him. One of them swung its broad axe, billowing with green flames at Ballista. The flames blew Ballista through a building and into another street.

He recalled hitting a wall and falling to his knees, but a hand stretched out toward him.

’Rise. Your training has paid off, you have been appointed to be amongst the esteemed Apostles.’

The voice rang, but in the next moment, it flashed. A different voice spoke to him this time.

’You failed.’

Ballista could remember how he fell on his knees along with the other knights as the Royal Apostles walked past. He could have been amongst them, with such strength, he could stand before the unknown king.

But now, he was blind and left with a bow. Useless, with invisibility to match. He couldn’t even do much when their world fell.

“I… can’t fail. Not anymore.” Ballista shot forward. He ran until there was no more street but rows of houses before him.

With a deep grunt, he dashed, shattering the wall. His speed kept increasing, lightning crackling with each wall he shattered.

Some skull cavalrymen turned to their right. Something was following them, and it shattered buildings in its wake. Like an angry bison.

Just then, Ballista burst out of the wall, an arrow in his grasp. He stabbed it into the neck of a skull cavalier, pulled it out, and plunged it into the other by the first cavalier.

The Bow Knight leaped back, nocking and releasing three arrows which went through the chests of the skull cavalrymen, and the impact sent them backwards.

They hit some other cavalrymen while others evaded.

Ballista nocked his arrow but his omni vision allowed him to notice that a skull cavalryman who took a detour would meet Valentina at a crossroad.

He took a swift turn, firing his arrow in the process. It left a lightning trail and a sharp visible curve mid-air as it made a great semi-circular sweep and drilled through the cavalryman’s forehead, right in-between its brows before it could intercept Valentina.

The cavalrymen dismounted, about fifteen of them, and dashed at Ballista at the same time. Ballista grunted. He was already out of mana, any more usage and he might be retrieved back to the chamber.

Tightening his grip around the bow, Ballista faced off against the King Tier cavalrymen. They surrounded him, attacking from every side.

Ballista fought back, evading their attacks, deflecting with his giant bow. One skull cavalier grabbed his cloak and dragged him back.

Ballista twisted himself, landing on his feet, but faced flaming blades from both sides. He leaned, the blades grazing past his helmet but then, something golden flashed.

A blade sliced through his armour, opening deep gashes on his limbs. Ballista fell to his knees as this golden being, a woman made of golden light with a long crescent blade, stood behind him.

Ballista saw the skeleton centaur approaching. Blood dripped from its crescent sword and there was a glowing image of a woman’s face.

It was the face of the sword spirit that attacked him.

Just as it was about to kill Ballista, glowing water manifested around him, healing the Bow Knight.

The skeleton centaur brandished his blade, blitzed forward and tore more gashes through Ballista who was healed once more.

Ballista tried fighting back but the centaur was too much for him, much more the deadly sword spirit.

Once more, blood stained his armour as he was cut down. The skeleton centaur looked at Ms. Valentina who wasn’t too far away.

Her eyes were trembling with tears. She didn’t even know if healing Ballista was the right thing anymore. She was just making him go through this torture again and again.

“I… need… your aid.” Ballista said, still willing to fight.

The golden sword spirit stood behind Ballista who was on his knees, held his chin and placed her sword at his neck.

“You fought well, knight. Now sleep.”

***

Godfrey laid on the grass, exhausted. He had finally faced a man with boxing talent that had no equal and his defeat was terrible.

“Stand. We’ll stop at sunset.” Arian stretched his hand toward him.

Godfrey grabbed it and rose to his feet. Just as they were about to begin, Arden’s harpy landed not far from them and Arden came out of it.

“There’s a problem. Dax’s team encountered a strange dungeon and…”

“And what?” Godfrey’s expression changed.

“Your mother was also in the truck that vanished.”

“W-What?!” Godfrey’s face went dark.