Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights novel Chapter 277

Chapter 277: Dirge’s Evolution

Godfrey finds himself in a city that looks much like the real Forbidden City but maybe a bit bigger than the estimates of the actual city.

He stood on a broad paved space before five bridges. Beyond the bridges was a neat formation of crimson taotie footmen with their black broad axes.

Ten thousand of them filled the courtyard, standing before the first gate. The Gate of Blood Accord. It was a wall with a gate in the middle and lying on this wall with its head resting on the roof above the gate was a crimson-scaled eastern dragon.

Four golden horns protruded out of its massive head and its long whiskers fell right down to the ground from the rooftop. The dragon had to be the guardian of this gate, and although its eyes were closed, Godfrey could feel the might of a Divine Tier radiating from it.

Of course it was weaker than the emperor’s ghosts but this was just the first guardian. There were more before he got to the emperor.

’Isolde. You’ll handle the right wing.’ His voice rang in Isolde’s chamber. She sat on her throne, legs crossed, waiting for his call.

The moment his voice echoed in her chamber, Isolde reached out for her spear.

’Solstice, take care of the left wing. Leave the main entrance of the palace to me.’

A pair of golden eyes shone from Solstice darkened chambers followed with the soft clinks of metal. Both generals were sent to their respective wings and sensing it, the crimson dragon’s eyes snapped open.

It felt the stir of mana, making it focus on the young man standing alone beyond the bridges. "Did you really step into the emperor’s domain alone?"

The dragon’s voice rumbled like a thunderclap within the clouds. It was filled with mockery at his stupidity.

"Of course not." Godfrey replied as portals flared up behind him, unleashing five thousand sword and shield knights and three thousand bow knights with billowing cloaks.

Before them was Mountain, huge and towering, Ballista, his armour gleaming under the sunlight, Tempest hovering above the army, his tendril wings spread out like a canopy over the eight thousand and the light he gave off was even brighter than that of the sun.

It made the armour of the Golden Order Knights radiant.

At the forefront were Lysander, his intricate, slender axe held firm, Lament astride his warhorse threatening to burst into the ranks of the taotie footmen.

The horse neighed restlessly. Dirge hovered in her banshee form, black mist billowing from her waist down. The lower part of her face which wasn’t covered by her helmet became too pale for a living being.

The mist billowing out of her was cold, just like Lament’s aura but his bore a thread of sadness while Dirge bore rage.

Her defiance, hence her scream.

Godfrey manifested an Echo armour over him, his eyes gleaming from his visor as he raised a longsword.

"I came with an army of my own." Godfrey’s reply made the infuriated dragon roar. The crimson taotie footmen responded as they burst forth with long powerful strides.

All the Golden Order infantry fell to one knee as if paying homage to their prince. Only Tempest and Dirge were exempted as they hovered above the army.

Three thousand archers aimed at the incoming taotie footmen now that those before them had gone down. It was a direct shot.

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