Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights novel Chapter 107

Chapter 107: Teacher Gregory’s Shock

Snow coughed blood as he watched Jon split from his summon. Jon glanced at Lucy, who was at the end of the street, then looked at Snow coldly.

"I gave an order to bring down the members of the Shadow Club, but you ignored one and went ahead to fight a Wandering Lord-tier. You expect to beat a Lord-tier with a mid-level High-tier summon? Have you forgotten your strength?!"

Snow frowned. "That’s the word, know your strength, the same thing I tried to shove in Godfrey’s head repeatedly but failed."

Jon narrowed his eyes. "You’re a disappointment. You were supposed to be the next King."

The moment he said that, the White Dearth Weasel lunged toward Lucy. In the blink of an eye, it had traversed the space that once stood between them.

Lucy’s Crimson Dreadclaw lifted its huge claws, swinging them at the weasel as it unleashed great heat five meters around it. But the weasel, which was before the crab, suddenly appeared beside it, cutting through its thick exoskeleton.

The crab slammed against the asphalt road, and magma blasted outwardly. But the weasel was already before its head, the crab saw those merciless black blades inching closer to its eyes.

Just then, the water on the street rushed toward them, rising up and forming a giant water dome with the crab, Lucy, and others within.

The weasel stabbed through the water dome, and water coiled around its black-bladed arms, splashing on the white-furred creature’s face.

It suddenly spread out, but before the weasel’s face was confined in a water helmet, it became gray smoke.

The water dome, much bigger than a building, opened, and a blue-haired teenager who wore a white nose mask walked out, both hands in his pockets.

"Percival." Hard lines formed on Jon’s forehead. As they both stared at each other, Snow’s butterfly took him and flew out of the street.

"You usually let your hounds do the dirty work. Are they not available anymore?" Percival tilted his head as a blue portal appeared beside him, and a huge, one-hundred-feet-long beast emerged.

The Blue Horned Leviathan, an aquatic beast known for having dense scales even harder than dragons. It had stubby limbs and great fin-like structures along its back and tail.

Despite being an aquatic beast, the Leviathan was equally dangerous on land, as it was also an 8.5 Lord-tier at its peak.

But Blue Horned Leviathans were known to evolve and gain the King/Queen-tier potential. However, Percival was too silent and avoided so many fights that only a handful knew he was actually the Nexus Ace, meaning his strength was on par with, and might even exceed, Jon’s!

"I’ll make you pay for betraying me," Jon spoke through clenched teeth as he activated Fusion, a skill only performed by Lord-tiers, and then also activated Resonance.

This skill allowed the summoner to see what the summon could see, feel what it could feel, and sense what it sensed by syncing their hearts and emotions. It worked perfectly with Fusion.

"I am fed up with your self-entitlement," Percival declared boldly. "I let you become king, you didn’t deserve it!"

The White Dearth Weasel roared, baring its fangs as a cyclone of gray smoke manifested around it, hiding it from sight but not its glowing white eyes.

Percival fused with his Blue Horned Leviathan, and it unleashed a roar that echoed far, even people dozens of miles away could hear it. It slammed one forelimb into the pavement blocks, and they shattered, unable to bear such weight. A large amount of water rushed into the street from other roads as the weasel dashed toward it.

***

A huge twenty-feet-tall door was pushed open as Lilith, Edric, and Yuan walked into a mini boss’ den. It was a hall bigger than a cathedral, with high-rising windows of purple and other odd colors.

The brick walls were pitch black, and the pillars attached to them rose to the lofty dark ceiling.

What caught their attention more than the structure was the nearly eighty-meters-long purple snake lying headless. Its head lay separately, eyes wide, with two enormous fangs, each the length from the knee to the sole of an adult’s foot.

A great amount of blood ran down the grand staircase, right through the door they had just opened. Seated at the top of the staircase was a sophomore caressing her white wyvern.

Isolde crossed one leg over the other, her face filled with warmth as she slid her palm across Grace’s cold scales.

"So... the princess has killed one of the mini bosses. Why am I not surprised?" Lilith chuckled.

"Get out," Isolde said, glancing at them from the corner of her left eye.

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