Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights novel Chapter 122

Chapter 122: No Limits

The next day, while everyone engaged in their activities, mostly chatting with those in their circles, Siegfried stood in the company of Maldred and Snow, who sat before his desk, flexing his reinforced jade claws, now almost twice as long as before.

"I’m now a top-level elite with a potential for high tier," he smirked.

Maldred manifested seven-inch-long quills, crackling with lightning. "Same here. Once we do the test, we’ll be certain of our exact tiers."

Both boys eyed Snow, their eyes narrowing. The gap between them and their leader had grown even larger. No one could speculate Snow’s change, but they all knew he had skipped school for a week and came back entirely different.

For one, his hair had grown longer, framing his sharp-featured face, and part of it was a resplendent silver. Even though he calmly sat there scrolling through his phone, the aura emanating from him was oppressive.

And it seemed like Snow had decided to increase his size. He had the mana for it, and now that he did it, his muscle mass had grown, yet his waist remained slim.

Snow was changing his build from long-range and illusion to a close-combat monster, and with his wide-range explosive glimmer, which might have gained greater power, many in class, despite their changes, dared not raise their heads at him.

Even Dale and Cecil kept a low profile.

"Snow must have gotten his boost from those mana fruits. I heard he brought down a student gang of twenty-five students with just one attack!" a girl next to Lucy said.

"He never backs down. He might be aiming for the position of second place once more."

Lucy narrowed her eyes as she stared at the handsome teen before looking at Isolde, who sat at the back with earbuds in.

The top people in the class had undergone changes. Her summon didn’t even show signs of a natural shift, and she wasn’t saddened by it.

After all, she had the potential to become a lord tier in the end, that was a dream come true.

"Godfrey won’t lose his place," she replied.

"It’s going to be a tough fight," the girl beside her said confidently, and at that moment, Godfrey walked into the class with dark circles under his eyes.

He had this gloomy air around him. The entire class went silent as he walked straight to his chair and lay on his desk.

Snow raised an eyebrow, shooting a glance at Isolde, who was also looking at Godfrey but with concern.

As Godfrey shut his eyes, he appeared in Lament’s chambers, strolling to the wall. At this point, he was able to interpret some ancient texts and decipher what the cryptic images pointed to.

There was so much in Lament’s chambers that it awed Godfrey. Lament’s growth was about 3.0! The same Mountain had a sign that he had stepped into the next stage of knights in his castle.

But that was the least of his concern. Looking at these images carved into the wall, he saw what looked like a single continent surrounded by another ruined continent, and in the heart of his lone continent stood the castle, but with tall walls almost a hundred feet tall.

Beside it were texts which he could now read, though not easily. However, what it meant was that the castle was created by a human-looking race but with greater lifespan and physical capabilities because of mana.

Apparently, mana brought dungeons which caused such a world-changing catastrophe. The same happened to Earth, but the catastrophe wasn’t this devastating.

This stronger race didn’t have the ability to summon beasts; in fact, the effect of mana on them was next to none apart from increasing their physical capabilities a bit and their lifespan to four hundred years.

Godfrey moved away from the image of the castle to the image of a certain group in cloaks. Alchemists!

The minds behind the castle, brilliant men and women who did research and experiments on mana, thus using the invaders coming from the dungeon, those making claims to their world, to make an army, a crusade that would wipe out all beasts.

Godfrey moved again to images that looked like men going through experiments. Apparently, after countless failures, they created the False Heart – an organ that allowed knights to absorb as much mana as possible and increase their physical capabilities beyond what was once possible.

With the progress of the False Heart, those that did exceptionally over the years proved to be able to fuse with certain powerful beasts.

Godfrey kept walking around, kept seeing things until he reached a spot, and there he saw a writing that made his pupils narrow:

’For this reason... We have realized that the Castle of the Golden Order has no limits. With each dungeon we conquer, a new captain or chief, or commander rises from the ashes of countless corpses. We will forever grow, not possessing the boundaries of these creatures from these dens, we will surpass them all.’

Godfrey exhaled. ’No limits. It would have sounded stupid if I hadn’t seen the knights in person. If after each dungeon someone rises with a strength surpassing it, that does mean limitless. An endless source of growth as long as there’s a knight to inherit such power.’

Godfrey turned his eyes to the tall image of an alchemist.

’As of now, we have conquered death through an arisen knight.’

A text next to the alchemist read.

Godfrey turned his eyes to Lament, who sat on his horse, his halberd’s bottom planted as it stood there like an imposing statue.

He then approached the next door. It was huge like the others but with the image of a wand the length of a longsword.

’A wand? Is the knight sealed in there a magic wielder? I wonder what creature was slain. So far, only remarkable creatures were fused with these knights, each of them chimeras. I wonder what kind of chimera can wield magic, and what kind of magic are we talking about here?’

Godfrey tapped the petrified door.

"Lament. Do you know who’s in there?" he asked, glancing at his chief knight.

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