Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights - Chapter 278: General Of A Thousand Tales

Chapter 278: General Of A Thousand Tales

She slammed her staff into the ground, unleashing an invisible seismic wave that made the bodies of the taotie footmen twitch. Suddenly, their armour turned black, dark mist billowed off their bodies as they picked up their broad axes and rose up, all eight thousand of them.

Those that she drained couldn’t be turned into wraiths.

A loud roar tore through the air as the dragon, now black as a starless night sky rose up, its wounds healed as it bowed its head to Dirge.

As the strongest in her unit, Dirge naturally selected the dragon to become the lieutenant. It had risen as an 18.6 Divine Tier dragon, not an ounce weaker than when it was alive but unlike Lament’s cavalry who had individual personalities and could speak, Dirge’s shadows couldn’t.

They were her wraiths now.

With eight thousand four hundred shadow wraiths under her command and three lieutenants, Dirge followed Godfrey through the gate which Mountain pulled down.

Beyond the gate was an even larger courtyard with twenty-five thousand crimson taotie footmen and the guardian of the gate was an even longer dragon with blue scales and white mane.

It flew into the sky, its serpentine body slithering mid-air as it glared at Godfrey and his troops, bright blue orbs gleaming like stars in both forelimbs.

“I will not make the same mistake as my brother!” It roared, launching the balls toward the Golden Order as the crimson taotie army raced toward them.

Just then, to the blue dragon’s greatest surprise, a black dragon emerged unleashing waves of blood-spiked chains into the ranks of the taotie army. That was his brother’s innate skill and didn’t that dragon look exactly like his brother too.

***

While the battle raged at the second gate with two large armies colliding, steel against steel, gold against crimson, Solstice walked over charred corpses of taotie footmen, his boots striking the ground as he emerged from a half-burnt palace. This was one of the six palaces of this wing.

He walked out of the compound, paused and slowly turned to his left. There, within his sight was a street now filled with crimson taotie footmen, ready to lunge at him.

Several hundred of them stood there, their helmets without a visor, short plumes fluttering as a gentle breeze blew past Solstice, picking up some fallen leaves that had drifted from courtyards meant for concubines.

Solstice conjured a sun-ball above his index finger and pointed at them. “I see you.” His eyes gleamed as the small sun ball expanded, obliterating the entire street and houses nearby.

As the flames dwindled, it revealed one of the emperor’s ghosts who had been behind the taotie footmen.

He had the skin of a dead man as white as ivory but wore loose black pants befitting a man from ancient China. Ironclad boots with greaves that reached the knees, vambraces but no top.

This ghost’s long black hair fluttered as he brandished a single-edged blade, slightly curved at the tip. It had the length of a greatsword.

The ghost wrapped his bony fingers that ended in claws around the sword’s hilt.

Solstice grabbed his twin swords strapped to his waist and pulled them out of their sheathes. He could sense this ghost was a Paragon Tier existence while he was just a little short of the Paragon Tier however Solstice had no thought of using Black-Out State.

“Let’s make this swift.” He brandished his swords.

***

At the right wing, Isolde was a bit confused. This place was supposed to be teeming with taotie soldiers but she had not seen one in the past three palaces.

That thought was left behind when she found a man. Heavily armoured with his short black hair tied at the top of his head. He rested one arm on a sword whose blade was as wide as two forearms joined together.

The sword was also taller than the eight-foot tall man and it had a flat tip. There was also a red cloth tied over his eyes.

“A woman in armour?” The ghost scoffed and spat on the floor.

Isolde’s eyes narrowed a bit. Grace and another red dragon came out of two portals that opened up beside her.

“You have armour on yet you want to attack me with dragons? Hah! You must defend your right to that armour before this great general.” The blind ghost scowled.

At that moment, Isolde’s dragons faded like sand being blown away by a fierce wind. Her environment changed as both of them vanished from the Forbidden City.

Isolde heard the loud, brash laughter, roars from men and women alike, sounds of coins and the harsh touch of the sun against her skin before she opened her eyes.

Huh?

Open her eyes? She was confused. When did she ever close her eyes but that thought died out as an even more confusing one bloomed.

Where was she?

She was in the heart of an arena where the audience were not in stone bleachers but on floors. Ground floor, first floor and second floor. Lots of people clad in medieval robes were placing bets, some speaking to the others.

The noise generated from this crowd was overwhelming and as if that isn’t enough, she was slowly rising from the ground with chains binding her wrists.

The cranking of gears and large chains rang as men below spun the gear, causing the platform she stood on to keep ascending until she reached the same level as the battlefield, filled with sand.

Isolde’s eyes narrowed. Her armour was nowhere to be found. She only wore a white skirt made of cloth with rope binds around her waist to keep it in place. The same thing for her chest.

Her body was dirty like a slave that had been brought out of prison after a long time to fight for her freedom.

It felt like… she was in a story. A story that had become a reality.

The General Of A Thousand Tales sat on a throne-like chair, his sword resting on the short stone wall meant to protect those behind from falling.

As one of the emperor’s most powerful generals now a ghost, the General of a Thousand Tales could pull targets who weren’t beyond his emperor’s tier into a constructed story space, a tale of his.

As the story becomes real both he and the target would move over to that world and the roles assigned in the influence of the story will be their characters.

Unfortunately he couldn’t kill the target directly with the story and the general wouldn’t even do so if he could. He enjoyed watching them fight against the odds of his tales.

He was a man sent to wars alone. He was the general whose name alone emptied fortresses and shattered the morale of armies.

And now… a woman dared approach him wearing armour and holding a spear. Wasn’t this blatant mockery?!

“You won’t have access to those beasts of yours. Let’s see if there’s more to a woman than bearing children and pleasing men.” He smirked, slamming his folded fist against the armrest.

“Entertain us! Show me what you can do with your spear!” He bellowed as six portcullises went up.

“Bring out the executioners!” The crowd roared with excitement as glowing white eyes pierced through the darkness behind the portcullises.

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A/N: Please, no one should call me a racist. This is dungeon was created on the mana tree’s whims, none of them truly exist in RL history.