Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights - Chapter 293: A Mother’s Rage

Chapter 293: A Mother’s Rage

Just then, Godfrey tilted his head toward them. No, he was glaring at their leader, Lord Dexter.

“You’re a black moon, you must know the man who unleashed the orcs that ended Ronald Daniel’s life eighteen years ago.”

Dexter chuckled.

Godfrey’s eyes narrowed. “So… it’s you. You’re the same man who created the purple gate where you Fanatics almost abducted my mother.”

“It was me.” Dexter had a broad smile. “You might be powerful but the father of the new world, Cain himself, has awoken. Touch me and see the destruction he will bring upon you and everything else.”

His eyes gleamed as he squinted. “You’re just an pitiful kid.”

“I see.” The moment Godfrey said that, Isolde hurtled her spear at the large Ignikai Berserker. It pierced his chest and froze his entire body in an instant.

Solstice blitzed, unsheathed his twin swords, removed the heads of the other two before resheathing them as if they were never drawn.

Isolde moved her index finger and the spear came out of the large Berserker. He crumbled into frozen shards while the spear returned to her gauntleted hand.

Before Dexter could speak, Godfrey flashed, grabbed him and both of them reappeared outside the fortress on the red soil.

His fist smashed into Dexter’s cheek before the Grand Black Moon could find more menacing words. His hope in his god flew away as did his teeth.

Another blow kissed his nose, cracking his skull. Godfrey was intentionally being brutal, his punches restrained enough so as not to kill Dexter in a single blow kept smashing into the black moon’s face and body, followed by the sound of bones cracking.

The black moon could barely formulate a scream as he was reduced to an unrecognizable bloody pulp in mere seconds.

His eyes were bulging out even while he lay there, beaten to death. Who would dare attack when they heard his god was alive.

Everyone feared Cain, they had to. His lord was the most powerful human, he had brought Earth to his knees once and would definitely do it again.

A whisper of his name and thousands would be paralysed with fear. That was how it was supposed to be but all he felt in his last moment wasn’t the fear of those scared of his lord but his own fear.

Apollyon and Abaddon stared at the golden order knights around them. They saw Solstice, Dirge and Tempest looking at them.

So… that was him. The unknown king. He certainly did not look like the coward they thought he was.

He was rather… imposing.

“That was a paragon.” Arnold whispered to Saul who realized he couldn’t treat Godfrey like a boy anymore..

“Should I distract his army while you handle him?” Arnold asked softly.

Saul weighed the options and decided not to. Arnold had a powerful summon and was a paragon but there was a chance that he might lose Arnold here.

Godfrey wasn’t out for their heads so it was best to wait for the best time which would be if they were amongst the fortunate ones that the mana tree would choose.

Once that happened, he would snuff out Godfrey. The young man was too strong to be left alone to grow. Who knew what he would grow into in the future if he was this strong at this point.

“What do we do?” Raphael asked Alex. His daughter also looked at him.

“We need to work together to clear this dungeon. With the state of mind Godfrey has, it would have been better if he was the killer. Because now… I don’t even know what he’ll become.”

While Alex spoke to Merlin, Raphael, Himari and the other guild members, Isolde walked out of the gate and set her eyes on the skeletons that had awoken from their slumber.

She had sensed their movement.

Godfrey turned toward her as she stretched her hand, unleashing a massive portal. Luthor’s head first came out.

Large black scales adorned his massive body. His head alone was as big as a building and his height rivalled a skyscraper. Massive horns jutted out of Luthor’s skull.

This behemoth of a dragon darkened the sky and caused a deafening silence to engulf the fortress.

Luthor the Black Death didn’t roar. He simply unfurled his wings, so large that the entire fortress couldn’t see a strand of light.

It generated a huge gust of wind, so fierce that Isolde had to disperse it herself or the fortress would be damaged. Luthor flew, heading toward the great horde.

In the heart of this once sleeping horde, a man with few strands of long white hair from his scalp opened his blue eyes. He was withered with an extremely pale white skin.

He looked around, stretched his hand toward the fortress in the distance, then opened his fist, pointing his bony finger at it.

His army of over a hundred thousand marched but darkness engulfed the right side of his army. What came next were flames, torrents of flames from the sky.

Hundreds of skeletons were engulfed in one breath. Luthor kept breathing flames, sweeping through thousands.

From afar, everyone saw fire rain down on the skeleton army. Luthor’s purple flames consumed and left nothing behind, giants and small skeletons alike.

The pale man glared at the dragon and fused with one of the giants who launched his spear skyward and it struck Luthor, piercing his side, right under his wings.

Luthor turned his head, roasting that particular giant as he fell from the sky. His crash killed several hundred more skeletons but his roar of anger and pain stirred the anger of a mother.

That giant skeleton came out of Luthor’s flames, burning but alive.

Isolde activated Black-Out State, which for a general was a 1.5 increase. Her tier shot from 26.0 to 27.5!

She clenched her fist and the clouds turned crimson.

A massive meteor descended from the clouds with several smaller ones. She retrieved Luthor who had already burned a good portion of the skeleton army and watched the meteor fall right on that giant skeleton.

It decimated the battlefield with a catastrophic boom and the wave reached the fortress which was quite far from the impact zone.

The earth trembled heavily.

Isolde opened several portals and dozens of dragons emerged.

“Kill the rest.” She ordered her dragons who went ahead breathing torrents of flames on surviving skeletons.

The sight of dragons raining flames reflected in Saul’s eyes as he gazed at that seven feet seven-foot-tall majestic female knight standing beside Godfrey.

She was the smallest and this was what she could do?!

“I saw this at first glance but do you have any connection to these knights?” Saul tilted his head to his own knights.