Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights novel Chapter 192

Chapter 192: Making History

"We don’t have much time," Godfrey said as the Alchemists remained silent. "The host I speak about might die at any moment. Besides, haven’t your hands been dormant for too long? Why not work on something new?"

"The Golden Order is made up of and for the Phathani," an Alchemist said firmly.

"No, it is made up of an orc and a Pathan, a phoenix and a Pathan, a lich and a Pathan, a chameleon and a Pathan. You forged a new order that wasn’t restricted to just Pathans."

Godfrey responded with a soft yet firm tone.

"True, but there was always a Pathan. There is none now," an Alchemist retorted calmly.

Godfrey rose to his feet. "The laws have changed. Whoever I deem worthy to be a Pathan knight will be a Pathan knight. The dream is to forever grow, so tell me, what do you need to make a new knight?"

The Alchemists went silent, and the one seated at the opposite head seat pulled down his hood, revealing the sharp-featured face of a man with long gray hair. He wore a golden headband and had piercing golden eyes, a trait Godfrey believed might be common for the Phathanis.

A little smile appeared on the Chief Alchemist’s face. "You are right. Our new environment makes many things possible, but we’re dependent on what we would not get. To create a False Heart and recreate this elf into a Golden Order Knight who will be bound to your soul to be alive, we will need something so rare it can only be found in one place throughout all worlds."

"What is that?" Godfrey asked with a slight frown.

"A mana fruit." The Chief Alchemist’s word landed heavily.

Godfrey’s eyes widened. He had never gone there before, and he had not heard of a gate somewhere on Earth that always led to that place.

Only those that were chosen could get there.

"That’s impossible," he declared. Were these Alchemists joking with him? They who were Pathans weren’t even favoured by the mana tree. How in the world would they think he could obtain it?

Or was this another way of saying no?

"Is it?" The Chief Alchemist smiled, his eyes gleaming with profound foresight.

Godfrey’s vision blurred at that moment, and he found himself back in the dungeon, but a bright light shone from his back, prompting him to turn.

Godfrey’s eyes went wide as he stared at a white gate.

"W-What’s that?" Tindra stuttered. Godfrey looked at her and Lysander before walking through the white gate. He appeared on golden soil, facing a tree of unthinkable size and height.

No doubt, this entire world was occupied by this tree alone. Something dropped from above, so he stretched his hand and caught it.

It was a mana fruit. It gleamed and seemed as if something was within.

’Just like that, the rarest item fell into my hands,’ Godfrey said with a raised eyebrow as he puffed out hot air from his mouth while looking at the tree.

"You want to see what will happen, huh? Evolution excites you. I don’t even know what to feel about this..." Godfrey sighed.

This tree wasn’t a schemer like Cain. It just had a dream, an ambition, and carried it out. It brought mana, brought dungeons that had killed millions, several hundreds of them, and yet had also given power in return.

He couldn’t even call it evil because he used that same mana given power. It was also the reason the Pathani were given a second chance in his soul space.

Without them, he would be powerless. Without the mana tree, there would be nothing like summoners in the first place, but then what would life have been like?

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