Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights - Chapter 394 Wish Me Luck

With a loud sound, the panda buried the harpy’s head into the ground. Its attack managed to graze the panda but that was all. It pulled Arden out and flung her toward a wall before heading back to Alora.

“Look at what you did to my target?” Alora clicked her tongue as her eyes went to Percival who watched behind the portcullis and Godfrey who faced the ground.

‘Scared to watch? Hmm… it can’t be that the golden ace is afraid of seeing his teammates getting beaten? We made one a Paragon, they should be grateful.’

She rose to her feet, retrieved her summon and went back.

“That wasn’t a pretty sight indeed but… we have a summon who can get them back as new and not just that, Arden has risen from the Saint Tier, above the Divine Tier, above the Origin Tier to become a Paragon without a core. I can already imagine she would become a Progenitor with a core.”

The speaker’s voice rang as Oliver and Arden were rushed out and straight toward the medical ward where Valentina and other health professionals were.

Quite a good number of people still weren’t comfortable but their lack of comfort reduced a lot when they considered Arden’s evolution, although it wasn’t pretty getting beaten up like that. Meanwhile, hundreds of Cohort Regulars were roaring.

Their indoctrination into Saul’s ideals was much deeper than those in the city. They could see that Arden had become stronger which was beneficial in the long run but the beating was still disturbing.

“This is what Vagabonds face in dungeons, sometimes losing limbs. This is much better compared to losing your life. This tournament might not be pretty but it will bring out the best out of the best,” the speaker’s voice echoed.

“Unfortunately for Team Yellow, they’re down to two against four. The next fight will be one summoner against Captain Saul’s weakest summon and it will begin in a few minutes!” he announced.

With rumbling sounds, the rooms descended and both teams went back down. When the room hit the ground floor and the grinding of stone against stone stopped, Percival sat down.

“You didn’t watch the fight.”

“I didn’t but I heard it. Every single thing. As I listened, I saw and as I saw, I grew angry. I ground my teeth until I was smiling at the end. My lips had a smile but my teeth clenched hard.”

Godfrey slowly lifted up his head. His eyes met Percival’s own.

“I anticipated it but when I saw it…” Percival exhaled. “Saul isn’t as battle-oriented as we thought or he has people around him to fulfil the role of a shrewd mind. That term weakest. They’re spreading it to make people think it’s fair since Saul never revealed Dax as his summon until he came back and swiftly retrieved him. Few people still know, from what I’ve figured out.”

He stood up. “The mission is to win. I’ll make sure I go out with Abaddon but let’s go see our teammate.”

Godfrey rose to his feet and both of them walked out. Percival walked ahead while Godfrey was behind, silent and brooding.

At the T-junction, they met Team Black also heading out.

Alora waved at them but they just walked past. Nathan saw Godfrey’s side glance. It was cold, it was…beyond chilling, forcing him to pause but that glance didn’t last.

‘I understand Saul now. You might negotiate with the devil but not with an angel. That angel means a straight forward man, one aspect personified, not shrewd, just retribution in the most direct form and that… is what I am going to do. He was right. Never run to an angel who isn’t on your side,’ Godfrey muttered inwardly.

His gaze was just a fleeting one as both young men walked towards the exit.

Arnold tapped Nathan’s head. “There’s no need to worry, he won’t get to pass me.”

“Please let him. I want to feel the full extent of his strength. I’m sure if I use my skills together with Nathan, we can bring him down.” Alora’s words made Arnold shrug.

“It depends.”

“On what? Why do you hold him in such high regard?!” Alora faced Arnold with a deep frown.

“I have not seen a summoner like that young man. It’s almost like before him, others can’t call themselves summoners. That’s why it depends. If he uses one or maybe two summons, both of you might win but if he summons an army, I doubt it.”

Arnold’s response made Alora blink.

“An army?”

“Yes. That young man has hundreds if not thousands of summons in his soul space. He’s called the Golden Armoured Devil for a reason in the outside world.”

Alora and Nathan looked at themselves.

***

Godfrey and Percival went to the floor of the camp’s Vagabond infirmary and they found Oliver on a bed while Arden was taken to a different area since she was stuck in her summon. “Their situation isn’t critical. With Mrs. Daniels here, it’s impossible for them to die,” a nurse said as she approached them with a soft smile.

Both of them turned to her.

“That’s good to hear,” Percival replied.

“When will they be awake and we’ll be able to see them?” Godfrey asked.

“We can handle their injuries in a few minutes but it would take hours for adequate mental rest before we recommend conversations,” the nurse replied.

Godfrey nodded, turned and walked out. Percival followed him. Both of them went back to their room in silence and a few minutes later, the room shook and began to ascend once more.

“We welcome to the arena, Percival from Team Yellow, the famous Blue Ace, lord of the sea who will be going against Abaddon, Captain Saul’s left hand. I’m pretty sure this will be an exciting battle. I’m already feeling the thrill.” As the speaker’s voice rang, the rooms finally stopped and sunlight flooded the room through the portcullis.

The response from the crowd was several times more resounding than the first match. Many wanted to see Percival’s comeback after news of him leaving to another world spread months ago.

Percival rose to his feet and stretched his hand toward Godfrey.

“Wish me luck.”