Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights novel Chapter 372

Chapter 372: This World Belongs To Us

As Levi roared, claiming dominance with intense ferocity, Percival summoned King. His humanoid summon had long blue hair, short but sharp ears, and a chiseled physique, but his skin was blue like the ocean, and fine scales crept up his muscular arms to the sides of his neck.

He wore metal arm guards, ironclad boots, and scale armour over his legs with a loincloth. King crossed his arms as he floated before Percival.

He looked less like a seafolk and more like an entity that had merged with the endless tides. His presence was so overwhelming it bordered on terror.

"The power I feel within me is something I never thought possible. I don’t feel like a demigod; I feel like I’m much more, like we’re much more," King said as he opened his arms and looked at his hands.

Percival smiled faintly. "We should be grateful we’re alive." After saying that, he shot upward, burst out of the ocean, and landed on Levi’s back.

He looked at the bright skies and the sun. "I’m alive. I feel like it’s been a while." Percival squatted and dipped his palm into the water, his lips curling up faintly.

"I missed this."

Everything was beautiful, the sky, the ocean, even its depths, and he wanted to preserve that beauty.

That orc and its horde had to go. His eyes gleamed, and suddenly an island appeared in his mind. There were lots of ships around it, with a vast cleared space filled with tents and orcs moving about.

Percival’s eyes hardened as he rose to his feet. Levi turned and brought its head close enough for Percival to leap onto it.

He went down like a man about to start a race, exhaled, and gave one command.

"Go."

With a roar, the leviathan shot forward, causing massive waves. Percival gave it directions through his mind, and they traversed the ocean, causing so much disturbance that massive predators fled while they were still kilometres away.

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"Bu zish laka nuah la!" An orc who sat around with others said as they looked at a seafolk, a man with a tail dangling as they tied him to two pillars. The older orc was yelling at a much younger orc who had failed to pierce the seafolk.

Clearly, the seafolk still had enough energy to dodge the blow. The younger orc tossed the spear aside and charged toward the seafolk, throwing heavy blows that forced the seafolk to bleed.

The young orc grabbed the seafolk’s head and was about to smash his knee into it when one of the older orcs pulled him back.

He collapsed on the sand, then the older orcs pointed at the spear.

Grunting, the younger orc grabbed the spear and charged at the seafolk when something caught his eye, forcing him to halt.

It was a massive wave, an incredibly massive wave that rose over a hundred meters high! It froze the orcs, while the seafolk began to chuckle.

"Your time has come," he snapped, his tone filled with much hatred. It wasn’t only these orcs close to the shore; the orcs in the camp saw the waves, forcing everyone to stop whatever they were doing.

A resonant, calm yet authoritative voice rang. "This world belongs to us," Percival said, his voice echoing through the island.

His white eyes first pierced through the wave before the leviathan emerged. Its head alone shattered bravery.

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