Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights - Chapter 357: The One Who Stands Before You
Chapter 357: The One Who Stands Before You
Before coming here, he went to Jon’s home. Isolde had helped him track it, so he decided to pay a visit.
What he saw was a bright home, Jon’s father and his mother. Godfrey vividly remembered as he watched them move about in their home while he watched from a roof opposite their home.
So… Jon had people who would still care for him, who would still love him, yet he gave that up to tread this dark path.
Several times, Godfrey looked into himself, recalling his childhood dreams of being a hero like his father. He asked himself, was he a hero? Did he achieve his dream?
The answer was an unfortunate no. A hero was someone with an unyielding resolve, who stood on his ideals even when everything and everyone around him collapsed. That mindset… he didn’t have it.
This world broke him; it threw him into madness, but his loved ones kept him afloat. Their arms pushed him above the dark waters of madness; they brought back a smile to his face. But Jon had this too.
Nothing justified him. Nothing! That ungrateful man had a family but chose to embrace the other side.
’Jon… I beg you to pray. Pray that I don’t find you before Snow does, because I will keep clearing dungeons, growing stronger and stronger in one way or the other. No matter what Cain did to empower you, you better hope he does more. That’s my advice.’
Godfrey’s eyes narrowed.
’Because once we meet, it will be the worst day, either for you or me. Certainly, it won’t be for me. I will do all that is necessary to make sure of that.’
He ascended a dune as the scorching breeze blew against him. The red sand stretched endlessly, and as the wind moved, sand was shifted, forming new dunes.
’In my darkness, I still protect people, I still clear dungeons, yet this world, my world, my own race sees me in the worst light possible. I know they’re manipulated, but is the public just that blind? With all that hate, I still persist, not for them, not for those ungrateful people who can’t see, but for myself. It hurts when people twist what you do, especially when there were times I truly wanted to save lives. It didn’t last, and that made things even worse.’
He rose to the top of the dune.
’But I’ll keep going, for those I care about and those in miserable positions scattered around the world. I also came from a miserable beginning, where even my presence brought problems to my own mother. My fate is already tied to earth; I must fight if I am to grow.’
He stood at the top of the dune, his hoodie fell back due to the strong breeze, and his golden hair fluttered.
’There is nothing that can be done now. One day, when I’m weak, those hiding and waiting will emerge. The mana tree will either empower someone whose ambition is to kill me and be praised for it, and even if it doesn’t, we humans have insatiable greed.’ Godfrey manifested a longsword, slowly cracking his neck.
’Killing me will grant them the biggest boost of their lives. That’s one reason I can never give up. I will never cease until I am uncontainable, until I am beyond the known. That is my goal, and I won’t stop. No, not even this purple gate will stop me. I shall chant this until the day my eyes close in death or I have achieved my goal.’
His Black-Out eyes gleamed as he gazed at the army on the red plains below the dune. They were a few hundred metres away.
What he saw was a legion of strange creatures waiting for their next prey. There were cars, the cars that had been caught earlier. These cars were ripped apart, with no remains of those within.
These creatures were werewolves, but strange ones. They were at least eight feet tall, with some reaching twelve feet. The odd thing about them was the single horn protruding from their heads, like a stag that had lost one of its horns. They had black fur with black and red bone plates that grew out of their bodies and formed armour. It reinforced their claws, forming gauntlets that gave them longer, thicker claws.
They were a blend of fur and bone, like steel.
These bone plates covered their digitigrade legs up to their thighs; they also reinforced their long, muscular arms. They pulsed with faint red light, yet the eyes of these black, obviously demon-possessed werewolves were an icy blue.
Behind this legion of nearly ten thousand werewolves stood a much bigger werewolf. It had a long dragon tail, also covered with bone plates like massive scales. And it also had two long horns that went up, curved backwards like the crescent moon before tilting toward the sky once more. Those horns pulsed with soft red light.
That existence right there was the boss, a chimera and most definitely a demigod monster. It grunted angrily. “When will you send enough?!” Its blue eyes gleamed coldly.
Godfrey frowned.
It wanted them to come in droves so it would devour them. The flesh of a human was quite delectable to these creatures, so much that it wanted a great number of them to munch on.
’I know we humans can be quite infuriating, intolerable even. But… I’m also a human, and I won’t allow this any longer.’
“Enough was sent. You just haven’t seen them yet,” Godfrey replied.
The boss grinned, revealing his fangs. “Is that so? The one who stands before you is a general, a supreme general who has carved through so many that I lost count at three hundred thousand, and you dare mock me? I see just one man!”
A glint shot past the werewolf’s eyes.
“I must say, that’s a great number. You are one of a kind—!”
“Praising me won’t save you,” the werewolf interrupted with a much wider grin. It looked like a grin, but the boss was at its limit.
Godfrey raised an eyebrow, dryly amused. “Praise you? You’re sorely mistaken. If I’m to introduce myself the way you did, then the one who stands before you, beast… is a king.”
Several radiant diagrams flared up, and his noble knights, eight of them – emerged, cloaks fluttering as their golden armour gleamed.
