Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights novel Chapter 20

Chapter 20: Competition – Clash Against Goblins

The bright beams of the taxi cut through the night, illuminating an abandoned stretch of land. At its center stood the subway entrance, dome-shaped and forlorn. The cracked cement floor around it was overrun with grass and weeds, reclaiming the forgotten place. Buildings stood to the left and right, but they were distant, nearly a kilometer away, their faint lights flickering like indifferent stars.

"Are you sure it’s alright for a kid to be out here this late?" the driver asked, his voice hesitant. He was a man with quite the stomach, leaning back to look at Godfrey as the boy stepped out.

Godfrey turned briefly, his eyes glowing faintly for a second before returning to normal. "I’ll be fine."

He descended the dusty staircase leading down into the subway. Rats scuttled away at the sound of his footsteps, vanishing into cracks and holes.

His brows furrowed, hard lines appearing on his forehead as his thoughts grew heavy. Had this dungeon already been cleared? The scenery remained unchanged, abandoned, dark, and eerily silent, with nothing but cobwebs for company.

But then he reached the last stair. And something didn’t fit.

The beam of his torch caught a gathering at the far end of the station. Cheers, guttural and crude echoed across the chamber. A group of fifteen creatures stood there, humanoid in shape, clad in mismatched steel armor: cuirasses, vambraces, greaves, and boots. The armor covered only parts of their bodies, leaving exposed their strange features, wide, lupine ears jutting high above their heads like grotesque antennae. Their skin was a deep crimson.

Hobgoblins.

The infamous evolution of goblins. Unlike their stunted kin, usually no taller than ten-year-old children, these were as tall as grown men, tall as Godfrey himself at 183 cm.

Each one carried a flaming torch and leather bags slung across their bodies, their cheers filled with excitement over their spoils. But the moment the bright white light of Godfrey’s torch fell upon them, silence fell like a blade.

Godfrey’s gaze locked on the leader, a battle-hardened hobgoblin chief. A golden ring necklace hung from his neck, instantly familiar. It was the same necklace worn by the girl from the video. A heavy sadness filled Godfrey’s chest. She hadn’t just filmed the place. She had gone inside... and never returned.

The chief, scarred and broad, with dark hair spilling freely down his back, fixed his hungry eyes on Godfrey. His mouth twisted in savage delight as he pointed his sword forward, shouting, "Jvske ki elagev!"

Godfrey interpreted the meaning instinctively: ’Hold that meat!’

The hobgoblins charged, fifteen strong, shields and sabers in hand. Their boots pounded against the stone floor.

Godfrey clenched his fist. In an instant, his hand became gauntleted, arcs of lightning dancing across the steel gauntlet. He remembered his boxing lessons, the hours spent on bags and drills long before he awakened as a summoner. Instinct guided him now.

The first hobgoblin swung diagonally, its blade whistling through the air. Godfrey ducked low, leaning right. The saber missed by inches. He launched his right arm forward, his gauntleted fist crackling with golden lightning. It struck the hobgoblin’s cheek with a thunderous impact, snapping its lower jaw and sending teeth scattering.

Godfrey spun, his left fist surging with even greater power. He slammed it into the shield of the second hobgoblin. The golden lightning shredded through the wooden barrier like paper, obliterating it before tearing into the creature’s chest. The cuirass caved in with a sickening crunch, ribs snapping as the hobgoblin was hurled backward, vomiting blood.

Two more pressed in. Godfrey raised his forearms, gauntlets sparking as they deflected twin saber strikes. His blue eyes darkened as they lifted, locking onto the chief hobgoblin. The brute only chuckled, arrogantly inspecting his blade, waiting for his warriors to deliver the kill.

Suddenly, Godfrey retreated, his movements sharp and precise, weaving through their attacks with inhuman precision. The chief’s expression faltered. His voice thundered through the station: "Rakush jelkakiba!"

Before the warriors could overwhelm him, a golden summoning diagram erupted behind the chief. From its brilliance stepped forth a towering figure, Mountain.

The hobgoblin chief spun around in shock, but it was already too late. A wrathful slap sent its head flying, severed clean from its shoulders. The head smashed into the station wall with a crack, scattering dust and debris as the body collapsed in a pool of blood.

Empowering himself with Lightning Infusion, Mountain burst forward, his longsword blazing with golden arcs. He swung it in a wide arc, releasing an energy wave that carved through three hobgoblins in one strike.

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