Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights - Chapter 402 Rage & Madness

This was the domain of Saul’s first summon. His most dangerous skill, Space Dome. The Spatial Battle Spartan’s innate skill allowed the summon to move from one place to another and, after adaptation, it was able to move from one place to another by opening portals which were once meant for travel through worlds.

Saul watched Ronald drift in a frozen state, void of life. His cold gaze gleamed with indifference. “Bring her.”

At his command, his summon opened a portal once more and dragged Valentina back into this Space Dome and pushed her towards her dead husband.

Valentina stared at Ronald, who despite moving toward her, was drifting away from her. As her body responded violently to the environment, a beautiful phantom made out of water appeared and moved around Ronald.

A blob of glowing water engulfed him. It was the only source of bright light in this dark place with distant stars that barely gave light.

‘He’s dead. Don’t worry, I made it painless. Yours will be too.’ His voice was the last thing Valentina heard as her body shut down. Her hands were reaching out for Ronald, hoping she would get to him, even in death.

Saul’s face hardened. This… this still didn’t quell his anger, it still didn’t atone for his decades of hard work that their son ripped away from him.

Those summons were his.

At that moment, golden strings began to move through Ronald’s body. His fingers twitched and his eyes snapped open.

Instantly, he teleported himself and Valentina away. They both appeared in their sitting room, and he gently placed her on the sofa.

Luckily, Valentina’s self-healing began to work the instant she was taken from an environment that could as well be deemed anti-human life.

His eyes went to a golden coin on the table. ‘Come,’ he said inwardly, and the coin flashed. Godfrey appeared beside the table.

What greeted him was his father on his knees while his mother lay on the bed with deathly pale skin. There was a layer of ice on Ronald’s skin.

Godfrey’s light expression became terrifying as his eyes gleamed brightly.

Ronald said one word. “Saul.”

A portal opened at that moment. The swirling mist revealed a snow capped mountain region beyond. “You called,” Saul’s voice rang through it.

Godfrey summoned Tempest and Toria. “Watch her,” he ordered with a frigid tone as he shot through the portal.

Ronald rose to his feet, glanced at his wife one last time, and walked through the portal.

Both Godfrey and his father stepped into a mountainous region, right into a blizzard. All around them was white.

With a thought, Godfrey froze the blizzard around them with telekinesis, and he was finally able to see Saul.

Saul sat on a rock holding a black rod. It looked like an ordinary rod, but that was a weapon that even gods would be wary of. A true strike meant your existence would be eradicated. No afterlife, no second chances, no miraculous revival by some skill.

Ronald summoned his bear. It unleashed an earth-shaking roar that only made Saul chuckle.

“Roar all you want. I’ll leave your soulless remains here for the birds. This is a beautiful graveyard, don’t you thi—!”

Ronald used Eclipsal State and lunged toward Saul. His claws gleamed as they inched toward Saul’s face. There was no tolerance, none at all, to hear what this man had to say.

The reason? He already considered him a dead man, and dead men do not speak.

The Spatial Spartan deflected Ronald’s claws with his round shield. He had been there all along, just hidden in spatial fluctuations to make it seem like he wasn’t there.

Ronald guessed that the other skill Saul used consumed too much mana and he couldn’t risk it now that it wasn’t a secret anymore.

That aside, Saul knew it wouldn’t work on Godfrey. The moment that name appeared in his mind, his eye went in search of him, but Godfrey wasn’t there any longer.

When he felt fingers clamp around his neck from the back, his eyes narrowed, but it was already too late as Godfrey flung him right into a rock over thirty feet tall.

Saul tore right through the rock and somersaulted on the snow several times before he flipped to his feet, yet kept sliding backwards.

A low growl made him look up. Ronald burst through the blizzard. Saul manifested a shield and blocked the blow.

With a roar, Ronald slammed his feet into the shield, launching Saul away. “Don’t you… ever!”

His voice tore through the blizzard as snow burst upward due to his speed.

“Touch her!” Ronald roared as his bear took his place. It formed a huge tire with golden spikes bursting out of the snow, following its insane speed toward Saul.

Saul went toward this massive beast, his shield right before him. Silver light burst out of him as an armour manifested over his body, but right as he was about to clash with the massive bear, Godfrey suddenly appeared.

Will Freeze.

Saul’s eyes tilted. He could see the bright sheen of Godfrey’s golden irises. Godfrey wore the Immortal Armour, his crimson form a sharp contrast to the white space.

His fist slammed right into Saul’s face, throwing him off the bear’s path. Saul planted his feet into the ground and tore open a rift so that instead of being thrown into the air, he sank into the ground the further he went.

He exhaled and summoned his Spatial Spartan. Godfrey and his father were ignoring his summon entirely!

This time, they would fight together. There was no way his summon would be ignored.

Both sides charged at each other. Ronald collided with Saul’s summon while Godfrey, seeing Saul thrust the Soul Piercing Rod, vanished.

Something else emerged from the fog. A golden dragon. The moment it bit down on the rod, the snow beneath their feet and the blizzard became vapour.

Saul’s eyes widened when the dragon unleashed sunfire.

He lifted up his shield but was sent back several hundred meters. Everything in his path was burnt to nothing. Even his shield melted, and scorch wounds decorated his body.

Saul’s eyes went to his Soul Piercing Rod. Only half of it remained. The other half had turned into liquid.

What remained of the rod glowed softly. It was losing its power.

A loud sound rang as Godfrey met him with a Spartan kick. The rod flew off his hand. His last relic was gone.

Filled with rage that bordered on madness, Saul charged at Godfrey, throwing a powerful blow with the intent to kill, now more than ever.