Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights novel Chapter 119

Chapter 119: Choices

Isolde looked at Godfrey as he walked ahead. With each step, piece after piece of armour manifested over his arms. Two pauldrons guarded his shoulders, and his legs down to his sneakers were covered in exquisite golden metal plates.

As Godfrey advanced, he meditated within him. This meditation was regulating his body, flexing ever so softly as if sending signals to his muscles.

There was one thing Edwin told him: meditation wasn’t really looking inwardly; in fact, the exact opposite happened during the exercise.

Seeing him exhale, his eyes closed as a 7.5 high tier was already beside him, swinging its warhammer, made Isolde raise an eyebrow.

That blow could crush a car. She could understand that he might be trying to impress her, but it was best if he fought normally.

In that moment, as the hammer was inches away from Godfrey’s cheek, his eyes snapped open, irises locking on the Rook as he already began to move. With footwork honed over the years, Godfrey moved so smoothly to the side that it was like the floor was a slide.

A solid punch connected with the Rook’s thick cuirass before the hammer could touch the ground, and the Rook was sent flying, slamming into a solid object that seemed to be a wall behind the fog.

There was a hole right through it!

Isolde’s eyes slowly narrowed.

Another Rook swung his hammer downward, right at Godfrey’s head, but he stretched his hand out, grabbing the hammer’s head.

His fingers dug into the metal as he stepped on the Rook’s thigh, spinning his torso to generate enough force which he directed through his fist. The punch bent the Rook’s helmet inward and it fell to its knees. Godfrey gently nudged the huge pauldron and the Rook fell.

Another leaped, swinging the hammer down, while three charged from different sides. Golden lightning crackled first from Godfrey’s fist to the rest of his body before his eyes became storm-like.

Lightning crackled as he flickered from one Rook to another, launching several punches so fast that the sound of the Rooks flying backward caused a shockwave.

The seventh, eighth, ninth, and tenth all engulfed their hammers with flames and slammed the earth, sending a wave of flames several feet tall and over twenty feet wide.

Godfrey walked out of the flames, his golden pupils gleaming brightly from the middle of his black sclera. Flames swirled around him, burning where his feet touched.

A gale blew as he launched himself at a Rook, tearing through it with a punch. The eighth charged at him, swinging its hammer, but Godfrey casually slapped it and the thick block of metal burst into metal chunks. He grabbed its cuirass and slammed its head right at his knee.

Closing in on the ninth, he punched right at its hammer. The hammer broke, the Rook’s arm tore apart, and the second punch opened a hole through its chest.

"I tried." He turned to Isolde. Her eyes were on the tenth Rook which was just beside the ninth. One move and Godfrey was finished.

"L—!"

His pupils narrowed as Godfrey tore a hole through its head while still looking at her. He proceeded to stretch his arms while walking toward the new path that had opened up.

"Let’s go."

His voice rang. Isolde clicked her tongue and chased after him.

On the next floor, they saw four armoured creatures with the upper body of a human and the lower body of a horse, a centaur. Clad in silver plates, a kite shield, a long spear, crests that billowed with flames, and tails of blue flames, they were the ultimate knights.

Each of them were 8.0 lord tiers and immediately galloped toward them, spears raised for the kill.

Isolde took a step and ice crept out from where she stood, freezing everything in the hall, even the knights in their charging stance.

"How do you intend to beat me?" Isolde smirked as the door to the next level opened up.

"You have a dragon with queen-tier potential, or maybe even more with the fruits Grace has eaten, and your dragonfly also has such a tier. Symbiosis must have given you a feedback of their strength, which should make you as strong as a peak-level lord tier or even a queen tier," Godfrey said as he walked past the frozen knights. "I admit, Isolde. You have the advantage, but I’ll catch up. I’d love to spar once my fourth knight is out."

"You have a fourth knight?!" Isolde blinked.

Godfrey glanced at her from the corner of his eyes. "You’re not fooling anyone. You know about it. That’s why you brought me here, isn’t it?"

"What are you talking about?" Isolde chuckled innocently, but Godfrey suddenly stopped walking, his face placid.

"That’s why you’ve been helping me since I came to Manhattan. We both came to Manhattan on the same day, arrived at the same time, and you’ve been on my side ever since." He looked at her.

"Don’t get me wrong, you did fool me. I mean, it did feel cool to have a beautiful girl looking out for you, and I liked that feeling, but after you told me about your ability, I’ve been thinking about it."

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