Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights - Chapter 304: Gray Fog

Chapter 304: Gray Fog

After showing Victoria around and watching her chat with Isolde, where she bluntly showered praises on Isolde for her beauty to the point his wife’s face was like a ripe tomato, threatening to burst.

Then, he finally introduced her to the Alchemist who took her to begin measurements. Apparently, there were Golden Order Elder Blacksmiths!

He didn’t see them… he was a king but one without true power, which was his throne, so access was denied him.

He had thought the Alchemist created the armour themselves but there were actually blacksmiths. They were probably another extension of the Alchemists like the Royal Apostles.

Well, it did make sense that blacksmiths were in charge of making armour.

After wishing Victoria luck, Godfrey left the castle with Isolde. It was time to hunt down the flame chimeric phoenix.

Phoenixes usually had just a pair of wings but the flame chimera had the normal wings and an additional pair of much larger angelic wings which made them superior at speed.

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The roars of dragons rang as two of them soared above the clouds. Their wingspans were almost two hundred feet wide.

Isolde rode Grace, her frost dragon which she had strengthened to the tier of an Origin while Godfrey rode Aion, a red scaled dragon with a white underbelly.

He was Isolde’s favourite but she wanted her man to have him. Their hair fluttered in the wind as they held the reins of the dragons with a vast ocean of white clouds beneath them.

Although Aion was a Divine Tier dragon, his extra fin-like wings at his tail made him the better one when it came to flight.

Godfrey looked at Isolde whose hair fluttered wildly. She laughed as he was slightly behind Grace.

“Can you get any faster?”

Hearing that, Godfrey patted Aion. “I know she’s your mother but I’ll give you a Paragon core if you do better than her dragon.”

Aion’s eyes widened, it roared and shot surged.

Isolde blinked several times as she was shocked to see Godfrey fly past her. ’Just what did he tell Aion to make him so determined?’

She tightened the hold of her reins. Grace understood her thoughts immediately and added more power to her flaps, closing the gap swiftly.

Her advantage lay in her tier. The race barely lasted two hours but they had covered two hundred kilometers and it was getting more fierce.

Just then, both dragons suddenly dropped. Godfrey and Isolde tried to regain balance only to realize whatever was pulling the dragons down was also pulling them too.

As they burst out of the clouds, they saw gray fog that had swallowed a huge portion of the forest. It was the gray fog forest that pulled them.

Noticing this, Isolde swiftly reverted to her main body, growing to seven feet with golden armour plates all over her.

Her helmet materialized over her face and she leaped off Grace, retrieving her. Godfrey did the same thing at the same time, the crimson Immortal Armour covering his entire body, transforming his bearing into that of royalty in a mere instant.

“Finally! I was planning to have you killed like that emperor. Wait… We’re falling!” The armour screamed.

Godfrey almost regretted donning this armour but he shoved that thought away. He looked at Isolde who had fallen lower than him and was descending rapidly.

She looked up, they couldn’t see each other’s eyes because of their helmets but both of them could tell that they’ve both tried teleporting and it didn’t work.

Since it had come to this, Godfrey dived down like a spear, wrapping his arms around Isolde as they finally hit the trees but he made sure to shield her with his back.

It didn’t matter if it wouldn’t hurt her, this was his duty.

Isolde’s eyes softened.

Lots of branches broke and several trees were fallen by their bodies. This kind of fall would have killed even king tiers as these trees were much stronger after over a thousand years of absorbing mana.

The moment Godfrey crashed on the ground, that very moment, Isolde faded from his arms like she was a mirage all this while.

He shot to his feet, looking in every direction with dilated pupils. “ISOLDE!”

Godfrey knew he needed to calm down but just couldn’t. He was growing desperate by the second but a strong female voice rang from the fog.

“She can’t hear you, demon. That’s what you are, aren’t you?”

That wasn’t Isolde but she said Isolde couldn’t hear him, meaning she was alive and around here somewhere.

“Did you hear that?” He asked the armour, finally calming his heart.

“Hear what?” It asked back.

Godfrey’s eyes narrowed. He clearly heard that voice with his ears.

“Where is Isolde?”

“Facing her lies and so will you. You reek of lies you’ve told yourself. The truth you hid from, I will expose it.” The voice replied.

“Lies?” Godfrey frowned.

“We’re in trouble.” The armour spoke what made Godfrey’s ears perk.

“Do you know what I’m facing?” He asked.

“You’re against a Titled God, the Truth Seeker. Judging from the scale of the fog, you’re against a Titled God at the peak of its tier, just below the Ancient gods.” The Immortal Armour told him.

“So I’m dead.”

“You’re not. What you face is an Obsidian, a race from the Afterlife World. Obsidians are made from emotions, longing, hate, obsession, rage, delusions. What you face is a Delusion Obsidian who deceives people by forcing them to accept the truth but it doesn’t want your truth, it wants you to believe it. Unfortunately, most of its targets fail to leave. It won’t fight you physically, it can’t but it can fight your mind. Just remember it’s a delusion, not the truth.”

“Listening to a piece of old armour won’t help you. We both know what you are!” He heard the voice like a woman screaming for justice.

In the next moment, he was sitting on a heap of corpses, hundreds of them, their blood gushing down, eyes wide with horror.

“You’re a king sitting on a hill of corpses yet you delude yourself. You’re one step away from breaking down into a maniac and wiping out all life within your sight yet you call yourself strong? A man that can’t even get hold of his emotions? What a joke!”

The Truth Seeker’s words pierced through his chest like an arrow meant for his heart alone.

“Look at the pain you’ve caused!” It screamed and Godfrey saw the families and friends of those who died facing him.

“Look at the pain and misery you bring! Where was mercy? Weren’t you strong enough to choose safer options?”

“And what would it change?” Godfrey responded with a question after being silent for a while.

A mocking laughter rang from the unseen being. “Beautiful, the demon is out.”

The moment it said that, Godfrey saw more bodies dropping into the hill as the scene of their families weeping flashed before his eyes.

More kept falling as even the voice went silent, only the loud thuds of bodies echoing endlessly.

“Even you see what I see.”