Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights novel Chapter 21

Chapter 21: Competition – New Summon

Godfrey placed his palm on his face as soft laughter left his lips. "I almost thought I was dead... Thank you for this skill." His blue eyes flared with a bright gleam, reflecting the purple moon.

The Goblin General frowned, furious that these red meats dared laugh in his presence. Yet he faltered when the huge knight, far more muscular than him, also split into four, each of them donning massive crimson armour with a dark sun. Their obsidian longswords reflected the purple glow of the moon. The dark sun and its rays on the fan-shaped crest of Mountain and his three copies’ great helmets looked like a bleeding sun, an ominous sight none expected from what was once a regal-looking knight.

With a war cry, the Goblin General swung his club, but Mountain blocked with his shield, his ironclad boot digging into the rocky ground. Web-like cracks spread outward, a shockwave of dust sweeping across the hall. Grunting, Mountain retaliated with a powerful thrust, the sword cutting into the Goblin General’s left ear as he tilted his head.

Seeing an opening, Mountain slammed his shield into the Goblin General, forcing him backward, then followed with a heavy swing. The General blocked and countered with a massive strike that tore through the wall beside them. Mountain leaned back to avoid the blow, then surged forward, slamming his armoured head into the hobgoblin’s skull.

Its advantage had always been overwhelming opponents by multiplying itself, a cowardly method, renowned among goblins, but this time that method was useless. One of its copies was slammed against the wall by one of Mountain’s doubles, its chest crushed beneath an ironclad boot.

"Jkshei Kahskija!!" the Goblin General cried, seeking aid as he tried to retreat. But Mountain unleashed a mana slash, severing his club-wielding arm. The General’s eyes widened as he clutched the bleeding wound, only to see that his copies were dead and three more crimson steel knights, tanks in human form, were advancing with heavy metallic clinks.

Dozens of hobgoblins descended through rope ladders, guttural battle roars filling the air. The Goblin General tried to flee but found three hulking Mountains closing in. All three unleashed mana slashes, cutting off his remaining limbs before severing the chains binding the dungeon core.

By then, the hobgoblins had landed, swarming toward Godfrey and his summons from all directions. Godfrey quickly retreated, joining Mountain and forming a round barricade with him and the three copies.

Godfrey gripped his longsword and great oval shield tight, his entire body covered in heavy armour. Even in the Black-Out State, his nerves were taut, sweat trickling inside his helm as he faced a literal small army. Each goblin was only 1.6–2.1 meters tall, nothing dangerous alone, but their numbers made them a high-tier threat.

At that moment, something opened within him. Mana surged through his pathways, nourishing his muscles, strengthening his bones, and heightening his senses. It was as if a dam had burst inside him, as if the power within could tear through his flesh.

Then, like one waking from sleep, Godfrey opened his eyes and found himself at the end of Mountain’s chamber, staring at a massive ornate double door of wood and brass.

At the intersection where both sides of the door met was the insignia of a great warbow. ’It’s open... the door’s open!’ The doors swung inward, revealing another hall. To the left was a plain stone door, but as he turned to the right his eyes narrowed on the armoured figure seated upon a polished wooden throne.

He was huge, nearly seven feet tall, clad in golden armour. His flat-topped great helm had no slits or holes for eyes. A crown with six sharp, dagger-like protrusions jutted skyward, and the symbol of the sun was etched on both sides of the helm where cheeks should have been.

A massive warbow, larger than him, rested on two iron hooks above the throne.

’What a knight...!’ Godfrey gasped inwardly. The aura of the Knight-Captain pressed heavily upon him as the knight rose to his feet, armour clinking softly. He lifted the colossal warbow, which seemed to weigh more than a hundred pounds, and descended with heavy steps.

His shadow loomed over Godfrey, but instead of attacking, the Knight-Captain went down on one knee, lowering his head in a bow. His fingers tightened around the bow’s grip, as if anticipating the command Godfrey would give.

Summon: Bow Knight-Captain of the Golden Order

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