I Summon Female Knights

The rainy street in Sector 4 had become a meat grinder of smoke, burning oil, and shattered concrete.

High above on the elevated iron catwalk, Raphael stood unmoving, his midnight void-silk coat rustling softly in the cold downpour. Beside him, Vanessa held her staff, its central purple orb pulsing with steady, rhythmic authority as she observed the tactical flow below. Raphael’s luminous silver eyes reflected the battlefield fires, registering every movement, every tactical error, and every shift in enemy formation with calm, godlike precision.

Down in the rain-slicked avenue, Apex Guild’s forward push was drowning in panic.

”Move out of the way! Clear the line!” a harsh, amplified voice boomed over heavy loudspeakers mounted on an approaching armored transport.

The heavy gates of Apex’s rear convoy burst open, and a towering, ten-foot-tall suit of black-and-crimson tactical exo-armor charged onto the main avenue. Its heavy hydraulic pistons hissed loudly as its twin shoulder-mounted rotary cannons spun up with a deafening, metallic whine.

Stepping out alongside the mechanical suit was an imposing man in his early forties. Clad in thick, high-density composite armor lined with glowing blue mana-circuitry, he held a six-foot-long, rocket-propelled warhammer that crackled with condensed kinetic energy.

It was A-Rank Commander ”Ironclad” Vance, Apex Guild’s primary assault vanguard for Sector 4.

”What are you useless fools doing?!” Vance roared, his voice carrying the heavy, gravelly weight of a battle-hardened veteran. His eyes locked onto the three eight-foot-tall Heavy Vanguard Knights standing like black monoliths in the middle of the street. ”They’re just three heavy summons! Break their line! Heavy Mech Unit 1, fire at full output!”

BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!

The ten-foot mechanical suit unleashed a brutal, uninterrupted torrent of tungsten-tipped, armor-piercing rounds. Over three thousand rounds per minute chewed through the air, tearing up the asphalt and creating a localized storm of flying concrete and sparks as the barrage slammed directly into the knights’ locked adamantine tower shields.

Vance didn’t stop there. He planted his heavy boots into the concrete, channeling his vast A-Rank kinetic mana into his rocket-propelled warhammer. The thrusters along the head of the hammer ignited with a blinding, bright orange flame.

”Get out of my way!” Vance screamed, leaping thirty feet into the air.

He brought the glowing warhammer down with apocalyptic force, intending to smash through the center of the void-iron phalanx in a single, devastating strike.

BOOM!

The warhammer struck the top edge of the lead Heavy Knight’s adamantine tower shield, and the resulting shockwave blew out the windows of every building within a two-block radius, sending a wall of water and debris shooting fifty feet into the night sky.

Yet, as the heavy smoke cleared, Vance’s eyes widened in sheer, unadulterated shock.

The lead Heavy Knight hadn’t buckled. Its boots were anchored three inches deep into the solid concrete, but its frame hadn’t bent an inch. The pale-blue soul-flames behind its iron faceplate burned with cold, mocking stillness.

More terrifyingly, the intricate silver runes etched across all three adamantine tower shields were no longer absorbing energy, but they were glowing with a blinding, violent violet light.

[GUARDIAN ACTIVE SKILL UNLOCKED: KINETIC REFLECTION]

[Stored Kinetic Energy: 100% Saturation Reached (Absorbed from Heavy Mech Barrage & Vance’s A-Rank Hammer Strike)]

[Release Protocol: Omnidirectional Kinetic Burst]

The lead Heavy Knight raised its massive, spiked war-pick and slammed it violently into the street.

BOOOOOOM!

The stored energy of over three thousand tungsten rounds and an A-Rank kinetic hammer strike exploded outward in a localized, catastrophic shockwave. A wall of compressed, purple kinetic force rippled outward in a full three-hundred-and-sixty-degree circle.

The heavy mech suit was hit first. Its armaments shattered instantly, its heavy hydraulic legs crumpled like wet aluminum, and the entire ten-ton machine was launched two hundred feet down the avenue, tumbling through three Apex transport trucks before exploding into a fireball.

Vance was caught mid-air... the kinetic wave slammed into his chest plate with the force of a freight train, shattering his protective mana-shields and sending him skidding across the wet asphalt, coughing up a mouthful of blood as his rocket-warhammer flew from his grip.

”Cough... agh!” Vance gasped, clutching his cracked chest plate as he struggled to stand. ”What... what kind of monsters are these?!”

Before the remaining Apex contractors could even attempt to regroup around their fallen commander, the air behind their backline grew impossibly cold. The shadows under an overturned supply truck stretched out, pooling into a pitch-black, liquid portal.

SWISH.

Out from the darkness stepped the Shadow Assassin.

Moving like a quiet, matte-black ghost, the assassin didn’t utter a single sound. He moved through Apex’s rear guard like a phantom reaper cutting through dry wheat. His twin curved, jet-black daggers flashed in thin, violet arcs through the rain.

Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.

Three high-ranking Apex lieutenants, each wearing B-Rank reinforced combat armor, collapsed simultaneously, their throats opened with surgical precision before their fingers could even touch their sidearms.

Apex’s communications network disintegrated into utter chaos.

”Backline compromised! Shadow entity in Sector 4-B!” ”Where is it coming from?! It’s not showing up on thermals!” ”Commander Vance is down! Fall back! Fall...”

A cold, jet-black blade emerged from the front of the communications officer’s chest, severing his vocal cords before melting back into the shadows. The Shadow Assassin stood atop the roof of an Apex command vehicle, his featureless obsidian mask reflecting the burning wreckage below. He flicked his daggers, clearing the rain and dark blood from the blades with a single, practiced movement, before vanishing into thin air once more.

The coordination between the guardians was flawless, terrifying, and absolute. The Heavy Vanguard Knights formed an immovable, brutal anvil, while the Shadow Assassin acted as an invisible, fatal hammer, systematically breaking Apex Guild’s assault unit from both ends without suffering a single casualty.

...

High above the rain-drenched battleground, Raphael watched the display with quiet, unshakeable approval.

He didn’t need to draw a weapon. By simply deploying his vanguard, he had dismantled an A-Rank strike force backed by three hundred corporate contractors in under ten minutes.

”A masterclass in domain defense,” Raphael murmured softly, his voice full of calm, sovereign authority.

Beside him, Vanessa raised her catalyst staff, her violet eyes locking onto a sudden, blinding flare of crimson heat rising from the far eastern side of the refinery grounds.

”My Lord,” Vanessa spoke softly, her dark silk mantle fluttering in the rising hot wind. ”It seems Apex’s second commander has lost his patience.”

Raphael turned his silver eyes toward the blinding heat wave, his expression cool, unbothered, and expectant.

”Go, Vanessa,” Raphael commanded smoothly. ”Show them what a True Dark Saintess can do.”