Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights novel Chapter 114

Chapter 114: We’re Vagabonds

Out of the billions of people on Earth, there were not more than a thousand King Tiers, and currently, these King Tiers, whose summons could shake cities, looked minuscule in comparison to the Mana Tree.

After forty-eight hours of continuous battle, over a hundred King Tiers had been lost. Most of the remaining nine hundred had broken into High Tier; some rose to Throne Tier with greater potential, a few to Saint Tier with potentials reaching the Divine Tier, but as many of them had discovered, the Origin Tier seemed out of reach.

Arian stood before his Oni Ronin. After eating over three hundred fruits, his summon now stood at eleven feet tall, with black inscriptions covering its blue skin.

Its black hakama rippled around the Ronin’s powerful legs. Both the Ronin and his summoner, standing on a branch above the clouds, looked up. The tree still stretched beyond the clouds, its top unknown.

In the clouds, dragons, phoenixes, eagles, humanoid summoners, and several strange chimeric beasts fought.

The King Tiers under the Authorities had already begun exercising control by battling to stop others from eating fruits.

"It’s peaceful down here," a voice said.

Arian turned to the speaker. It was a man with a long white beard and hair. The lines of his face hinted that he’d once been a charmer in his youth.

This man stood on another branch, over a hundred meters away, the closest one nearby. Behind him stood a dwarf wearing a wide wizard’s hat so large it could serve as an umbrella, with its tip reaching the dwarf’s waist.

Its eyes glowed like a storm, white and cold. It had thick mustaches, beards, and eyebrows, but its most striking feature was the long smoke pipe, easily half the dwarf’s height.

The smoke billowing from the pipe formed mirages of different creatures, the current one was a snake-like dragon swimming around the dwarf.

The aura of that smoke dragon was easily that of a top-level King Tier, and this was just a casual gesture!

"Not for long. They’ll come for us... the Authorities," Arian said softly. "The Pendragons will side with them, along with other powerhouses. Their numbers will be too much, and those Fanatics expect us to bow to their god before offering aid."

John Lugard, the old man, chuckled. "We’re vagabonds. We’re wanted criminals who have already survived by a hair’s breadth. Surviving the odds is what we do."

Arian looked at Lugard. "Haven’t you seen what Arthur Pendragon’s summon evolved into? Even you have to admit that its potential is greater than most of ours. Let’s not even talk about the hundred others with great potential. Even if you and I can hold back Arthur, what about those equally powerful Throne and Saint Tiers working as Agents under the Authorities?"

"Don’t look down on yourself, Arian. You’re the best talent we vagabonds have, and the greatest there is," John Lugard said.

But Arian, who would have smiled lightly at that, sighed. "I think I’ve seen a greater talent."

Just then, something landed on Arian’s branch, a tiger beetle, several feet tall, whose six legs were swords.

A summoner stood on its back. "With your new strength, the Authorities will clean your files. If you just agree to the Readjustment Program, you can become an agent and have a proper family without living the life of a vagabond," the green-haired man with an anchor beard said professionally.

His Tiger Knight Beetle could move at the speed of sound, though it couldn’t see at that speed, predicting his enemies was an Adaptive skill he’d learned within forty-eight hours.

"I decline," Arian said as the Oni Ronin walked past him, each step soft and precise, like a prowling lion about to launch.

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