Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights novel Chapter 137

Chapter 137: Mana Refinement Plant

"Wait."

Dax’s voice made Godfrey pause. He turned to the masked Asian who walked up to him, stretching out his hand.

"I’m Dax, and I must admit... you have a sick summon."

Godfrey smiled, shaking Dax’s hand. "Thank you."

"We should go now." Arian’s voice rang out, already halfway down the wall, forcing Godfrey to chase after him.

"I’ve never seen Captain personally show anyone around. He always leaves that job to me." Arden crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow behind her large, round, golden-trimmed glasses.

"It looks like he’s found his protégé," she added, watching Godfrey and Arian board the pickup truck.

"We should make our prayers for him then. The Captain’s training regimen is always brutal. But it did make us who we are... I wonder what he will turn into at the end of his own."

"His strength will fill up the hole left by Bodhi. Losing an Elite Class to those Fanatics during our last major raid was a big loss." Arden said with a melancholic gaze.

Dax sighed.

***

After an hour-long drive, Godfrey found himself inside a building. He stood at the fifth mezzanine floor, looking down at a great hall without pillars. It had about four hundred people in meditative pose, and a giant Namib Desert Beetle was positioned with its head facing the four hundred.

On the beetle’s head sat its summoner. The summon was able to gather mana and create a mana-thick zone, the thickest anyone could ever find.

The density of the mana was so much that it caused physical extremities: some places were ice-cold, while others were extremely hot.

A light fog made of myriad colours hovered at the lofty ceiling. Godfrey watched as some people opened their hands, revealing a white jade.

They would keep it by their side and continue meditating. People who walked about with big bags would pick up the jade.

"Only those with natural talent during meditation were picked for this job. This is one of the reasons people here are used to having their summons engage in several parts of their life," Arian said.

"The mana that beetle brings is the purest you can find, and only mana provided directly by the beetle can be formed into solid mana. Mana is an energy every summoner needs. Like your mother. She saves so many lives that her storage could not serve anymore, nor could the amount she accumulated daily."

Arian turned to face Godfrey.

"This method helps those who are constantly engaged in battles. Using skills drains a huge amount of mana, and the more you force your summon to adapt, the greater the amount of mana it consumes. Those who awakened early had the advantage, but such advantage doesn’t last for long."

Godfrey watched as a great number of white jade was hurtled out of the hall. "Why didn’t the authorities think of something like this?"

Godfrey’s eyes widened.

Arian gazed at him from the corner of his left eye. "Have you ever seen his grave? Do you know how he stopped the Orcs? It’s a red gate. If he didn’t kill all of them, you would have been dead."

"What happened?" Godfrey asked solemnly.

"The gate vanished. It wasn’t cleared. It looked like your father was the target. No one could get to the gate for hours as he fought against a hundred thousand? That’s impossible. No one could, because something stopped them. It didn’t take five minutes for reinforcements after he vanished with the gate."

Godfrey remained quiet.

"We have little information about the future. Another disaster is coming to Amazon City, and it’s the same Orc Chieftain. We don’t know how strong the main boss or his army has gotten, so you’ll have to train with no limit in sight. Not for the city but your father. You’re his true legacy."

"Who do you think killed him?" Godfrey asked softly.

Arian placed his hand on his shoulder. "Your dad killed a Fanatic whose summon could release a great number of bees, it almost brought down Amazon. I’m guessing it was simply payback. It all came together when we recently discovered the dungeon outbreaks are being triggered. It isn’t normal."

Godfrey squinted, recalling the red gate that appeared right above the arena in Manhattan.

If there was a summon out there that could manipulate dungeons... weren’t they all in the palm of this person’s hands?