Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights

Chapter 362: Mad King

While Godfrey was stuck in his future, Damascus made his way toward him, licking the blood off his claws. Standing right before Godfrey, he scraped his claws against the Immortal Armour.

”Remarkable relic. Your mind is locked with your owner. You’re growing attached. It pains you that you shall lose him soon. Your pains shall cease, for I shall be your new master.” Damascus drew his hand back, about to plunge his claws into Godfrey, but an arrow was already before him.

Damascus slapped Goliath’s arrow off his path. ”You pesky summons. You’re far from your peak, yet you fight to protect your king. Unfortunately...” The lycan went for Godfrey. Killing him would bring down all the knights.

But a knight was already beside him, swinging his twin swords at Damascus. It was Solstice, whose swords were on fire, and his fierce glare burned like a blazing sun, but Damascus redirected his attack, plunging his claws through Solstice’s chest plate.

The chief knight grunted as he lowered his head to see the claws. How was it that a self-conceited man, who cared for nothing other than himself, would die for another?

Ironic, wasn’t it?

”Long... live the king,” he stuttered and slowly disintegrated into golden motes. That little time was all it took for the other noble knights. Tempest descended from above, aiming to pierce his spear right through Damascus, but the monster grabbed the spear, endured the lightning blast as he opened his other hand, readying his claws.

He suddenly snapped to the other side and had to slap off Mountain’s hammer-axe, but that gave the huge knight the space to barrel into Damascus with his shield.

The boss took a step back as he slid for a few metres. Six arrows came at him and were shattered, but Lament was close. He leaped from his galloping horse, swinging his halberd downward, only for Damascus to grab the blade.

His feet sank into the sand. With a growl, Damascus clawed open Lament’s chest and watched the knight fall to one knee, grunting deeply. Still, Lament swung his halberd backward, and Damascus retaliated with an attack of his own.

Tempest’s tendril wings wrapped around that hand, dragging it, while Lysander appeared mid-air, behind Damascus, and swung his axe downward. The king must not die, he could not die, not under their watch, no matter who the foe was.

’Serve the king.’

The alchemist’s voice rang in Lysander’s mind. Toria knew her rapier would not work, so she turned it into a whip, wrapped it around the regent’s neck, and pulled back with all her might.

”These knights...” Damascus growled as Dirge’s telekinesis fell on him, trying to force him to the ground. Lysander’s axe slammed into his face; it wasn’t able to cut it, but it slammed his head to the side.

Damascus pulled his hand, snapping Tempest’s shoulder. He grabbed the whip, pulled it, and slammed Toria so heavily the desert shook. Then he caught Lysander’s face and clawed him repeatedly.

Tempest shot a look at Mountain and Ballista, who were before Godfrey’s stationary body, nodded at them, then his wings shot forward like snakes and wrapped themselves around Damascus. The clouds thundered, and lightning descended, but before it hit the boss, the lightning vanished as motes of golden light from Tempest danced into the sky.

Dirge launched tens of thousands of shadow wraiths, while Mountain tightened his grip around his shield and charged through their ranks. They were knights; facing monsters was what they did, it was their duty.

They were the angels of Pathan, the terror of invaders. Besides... this wouldn’t be the end. It was just another death, he could bear it. He could handle one more without going hollow; faith, hope, shall be his anchor.

”FOR THE KING!” Mountain’s roar echoed as he ran, faster toward his death.

Ballista took Godfrey. He understood all these deaths would have taken a huge toll on Godfrey’s mana; summoning his falcon might not be wise. Dirge had to remain in range, so he took Godfrey and ran while Goliath remained behind.

He had two bodies now; he could be both invisible and visible.

Damascus tore through hundreds, thousands, growling as Goliath’s arrows annoying. He couldn’t use his skill on these knights; their future was terrifying as long as they remained alive. Pathans never fell, they grew stronger and stronger, with more powerful knights emerging.

With Godfrey, they would be a great danger to his liege. As he ripped through the wraiths, Mountain’s hammer came at him once more. Damascus grabbed it and roared for the first time.

”Enough! I will kill every last one of you, and then I will kill your king. Rip apart your future and—!”

The regent’s eyes went to a dune where he saw Godfrey with Ballista behind him.

He had awakened.

”Damascus!!” Godfrey roared from the top of the dune, his voice bursting with raw, unbridled madness, not just from what he had seen in his future, but the slaughter of his summons broke whatever self-control he had.

It wasn’t just Dirge; every wraith on the battlefield shuddered at the aura billowing out of Godfrey. All his cores were gone; just a small amount of mana remained. Godfrey’s entire body trembled as he clenched his fists.

The entire dune exploded as he shot forward. Right now, he wanted just one thing. Death.

Death!

He drew his gauntleted fist backward and made a ”come” gesture with the other. That sign, empowered by a telekinetic force, pulled Damascus toward him, then a fist met a face.

It threw the regent back like a missile, tearing through several massive dunes, forcing them to crumble. There were shockwaves as Godfrey teleported, appeared above the lycan, and slammed him down.

A mighty sound rang when Damascus made contact with the sand. The entire desert shook. Godfrey slammed the earth, legs wide as he loomed above this creature, who swung his claws at Godfrey, but his claws bounced off the Immortal Armour.

Now Godfrey was awake, so was the armour, and the lycan, as dangerous as it was, had a weak offence factor and more trick factor. Damascus might have used enough mana if he had not lost a chunk of it in the battle in his own dungeon and if Godfrey’s blows had not already disoriented him.

Godfrey slammed his fist into the regent’s face. Once wasn’t enough, neither was twice. He kept throwing blows, each forcing the entire desert to quake, dunes to crumble as if the plane itself was a drum.

Damascus clawed back in retaliation, both fighting with all they had. Godfrey manifested two swords, pinned Damascus arms to the ground and continued hammering the regent’s face with his fists.

It was until he lost his last drop of mana and then stamina that he stopped, arms limp at his sides as he fell on one knee.

As Godfrey panted, the desert began to rumble from afar as something closed in. The sand parted as a massive sandworm emerged.

It met a side glare from Godfrey, his eyes unable to gleam, yet shining like a madman’s.

A mad king.

The sandworm turned away and vanished into the sand. What it saw, what it felt, rather, was a warning. The message was clear. Approach, and I don’t care how, but you will die.