Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights

Chapter 342: Legends Of The Golden Order Knights (1)

The glow of a swirling blue gate shone bright, illuminating the road. It had been here for over a week now, in the center of a road that was now safeguarded by policemen who were to keep watch to ensure no one went in accidentally or recklessly wanted to try his luck.

It was one of the many dungeons that had appeared, but this one was a goblin dungeon and wasn’t taken seriously after assessing it and discovering it was a Saint Tier dungeon.

Saint Tier dungeons were dangerous; they were District Tier threats, yet could be handled quite easily, especially when it was small dim-witted goblins.

A policeman sipping hot coffee to counter this cold night left the other four that were with him, went past the barricade, and stood a few metres away from the blue portal.

A policeman armed with protective gear and a huge blue-shelled tortoise stood close to the barricade to the gate to keep a close watch.

Making sure the eyes of their sole King Tier was on him, the policeman’s shoulders relaxed.

”When are those guild combatants going to clear this dungeon? It’s not been touched for four days, nothing is certain in this period. People live around here, for God’s sake. A dungeon break will not be pleasant.”

He complained with narrowed eyes.

”Save your breath, Liam. This dungeon has been bought over by the Pagoda Guild. They have complete rights to clearing it for as much as they can for the next four months,” his leader said from behind the barricade.

”It’s just a goblin dungeon. The authorities have cleared it once and there’s nothing there but goblins. The readings on the gauge tablet haven’t changed either. There’s no anomaly, there will be no outbreak, there’s no need to be worried.”

”Why are newbies always so paranoid?” Another policeman asked his co-policeman, who shrugged.

”New to the job, I guess. Got fresh tense nerves after swearing an oath to protect lives.”

Liam turned to them, looked at the bright blue gate, and left the barricade.

On a two-storey office building that was closed for the day was a being none of the policemen sensed, not even the King Tier tortoise and its summoner could detect this being.

Lysander sat on a throne made out of ice, his head hung low as he grabbed the handle of his broad intricate axe with both hands as if praying.

He was waiting.

Waiting for what?!

Liam had just taken a few steps out of the confines of the barricade when the bright blue glow that once illuminated their surroundings vanished.

Only the lights of the street lamps were on. Alarmed, Liam spun only to see that the blue gate had turned into a swirling black gate.

’A dungeon break!’

Liam swiftly reached out for his pistol, aiming it at the gate while their leader picked up his phone to call the authorities. Waiting for Pagoda Guild wasn’t an option any longer.

A bald, large-nosed green-skinned, malnourished being emerged from the gate first. It wore rags for a loincloth, tied around its bony waist with a rope.

Its red eyes gleamed with murderous intent as it raised a crude knife, only for a bullet hole to bloom right in the middle of the goblin’s forehead.

Smoke billowed from the muzzle of Liam’s gun.

It fell headfirst. Just then, more goblins poured out.

The tortoise created a blue barrier around the yellow and red wooden barricade. The goblins became moving targets for the policemen, who kept shooting until almost two dozen goblins fell.

”That’s it?” Liam raised an eyebrow as he panted. He couldn’t even feel the cold of the night breeze anymore; that shootout ignited every part of his body.

”No, it’s not. That’s just the group of goblins closest to the gate. More will come soon, go tell those people to evacuate. We’ll hold out for as long as we can until reinforcements arrive. Hopefully they do before the boss emerges. I only have one magazine of special Lord Tier bullets, and that’s nothing before a Saint Tier.” The leader patted Liam’s shoulder.

Liam looked around and saw many people were looking at them from their windows. Some shut their windows, switched off the lights, and went into hiding, while some watched with hopes that they would win; after all, they just watched them kill a good number of goblins.

As Liam was about to move, loud sounds of chains scraping the floor made him stop. His eyes went to the black gate.

Those chains sounded quite heavy for creatures as small as goblins. Liam turned to his leader and saw his puzzled face.

His heart sank.

When the sound drew closer, the leader ran to his vehicle, opened the door, and looked at the gauge tablet. His eyes widened when he saw: 17.4.

”That thing is a Divine Tier being,” he gasped, his voice muffled by his shock and fear.

The other policemen, about four of them, excluding the leader, shivered. At that moment, they saw several dozen goblins dragging massive chains so thick they held them with both hands.

Over twenty goblins held one chain, another twenty held the second chain, another twenty held the third, and the last twenty held the fourth.

Eighty goblins, all dragging these thick chains. A rumbling roar came from the gate.

The policemen began to shoot the goblins down, but what they were dragging stood just behind the gate, its massive silhouette looming over them like imminent death.

What came out was a massive Cyclops whose head was covered in metal. A beast of war with lots of sharp metal protruding out of its body.

But instead of facing them, the Cyclops looked at the two-storey building where Lysander stood at the edge of the rooftop, an axe in one hand.

The runes gleamed softly.

He was already in Black-Out State, boasting a strength of 17.5, his white frosty eyes glowing like twin moons from his helmet’s eyeholes.

With a ferocious roar, the Cyclops heaved and lunged its heavy body forward. It slapped a police vehicle away, heading straight for Lysander like a war engine unleashed.