Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights novel Chapter 167

Chapter 167: Power Of Illusions & Petrification

Henry looked at his watch and then back at the spot where Weston was supposed to reappear, a deep frown on his face.

’It can’t be that he failed to kill a child! What could have gone wrong?!’ he thought, his eyebrows furrowing.

After waiting for a few minutes, his expression hardened. He concluded that something had gone wrong, but he didn’t think it wasn’t just the plan that failed, a man who was supposed to be dead was now alive, roaming a dungeon world in search of a way back.

’What’s he doing?!’

Henry’s eyes gleamed viciously as he saw Snow stroll to a corner and fall onto his butt, his summon perching on a nearby building.

Snow stared at his trembling hands. Images of his past actions, his past self, slammed into his mind, haunting him, clawing at him.

Why?

His pride stank. His laughter felt like that of a hyena. His words were revolting. He felt so hollow now that his goal had broken right before his eyes.

It had been almost a year and four months, and yet he didn’t think it was possible to defeat Godfrey. They weren’t classmates anymore, but fully fledged enemies now, standing on different sides of the battlefield.

Godfrey squinted when he heard Snow laughing, yet it felt filled with pain.

Snow snapped at Godfrey with red eyes. "You’re still trash. The world wants your mother, so give her to them! Do it!"

’C’mon, get angry and kill me! I feel tired.’ He sighed inwardly as he rose to his feet, glaring hard.

His butterfly flapped its wings, unleashing a great amount of silver glimmer that detonated instantly. Yet Godfrey, clad in golden armour, walked right through the flames, his cloak not even scorched.

Soft metallic sounds rang as his ironclad boot gently touched the asphalt.

"Ahhh!" Snow screamed at the top of his lungs as his butterfly summoned a storm of glimmer, incinerating the entire block.

Lucy stood far away, the massive detonations reflecting in her irises.

In that moment, Snow saw a golden blur, lightning crackling around it, and Godfrey appeared beside him, his gauntleted fist aimed straight for his head.

’Is this it? Did I give up on my dreams?’ A tiny smile formed on his lips as his head was blown off by a fierce blow.

His body fell like a leaf detached from its branch. The gleam in his eyes faded away.

"You’re dead!"

"You’re supposed to be perfect! Perfect! I groomed you and you ended up as a waste!"

Everything faded.

Meanwhile, in reality, green glimmer swirled around Godfrey as he gazed at Snow, who didn’t even realize he was trapped in an illusion.

Godfrey stretched out his hand, and some of the green glimmer turned red, turning the Manhattan senior into stone.

"All that explosion, and yet not one scratch on your armour. That must be some impressive armour. I can tell that harvesting armour from your summons would make guilds splurge like madmen to obtain them."

Godfrey tilted his head toward Henry, who walked out of the ruins with numerous burn patches on his clothes.

Henry examined the young man clad in golden armour, a golden mask with black sclera and golden irises, emanating the aura of a 16.2 Saint Tier existence.

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