Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights novel Chapter 382

Chapter 382: At Each Other’s Throats

Saul had introduced a new skill called Customization. It reduced the need for Orion’s crafts to be of an equal or higher rank than the summon for it to work.

Customization allowed the summoner to clothe the summon with any armour or weapon he or she wanted. Whatever change they made would become permanent until they decided they wanted something else.

This was the kind of skill Orion had, but his was painless, and since his tier wasn’t able to catch up to the age of Progenitors and gods, Customization swiftly replaced him. Unfortunately, the sensation of engraving armour onto a summon was no different from engraving metal to the soul, and the pain was unbearable to most.

However, Arnold and Alora had clearly customized their summons despite the drawbacks.

Alora’s summon, Lora, flickered and reappeared on the mezzanine. "We were given an order. I have no idea why you haven’t attacked him." Alora’s Insect Knight’s greatsword gleamed with silvery light while her summoner spoke.

"Are you for us or against us?" She asked.

"Does it matter?" Godfrey’s voice rang. His breath brushed against her ear. Goosebumps burst forth from Alora’s body as she had no idea when Godfrey suddenly appeared behind her.

Arnold and Nathan reacted at the same time she activated Exchange. They planned to box him in but Godfrey gently touched her clothes and exchanged alongside her.

She appeared on the mezzanine, but he was still behind her. Her eyes widened to the limit.

Arnold unleashed a blood swordsman who appeared mid-air, right behind Godfrey, but something swooshed past Godfrey, grabbed the blood swordsman’s head, and slammed it into the ground.

The concrete floor gave way, and Percival crashed onto the ground floor with blood coating the rubble and forming a pool.

Alora had already fused with her summon. Nathan’s Zombie Panda charged at Percival, while Alora, who was now fused with her summon, was above Godfrey, aiming to pierce her sword through him.

He had been strangely passive, even the blue haired one had that same expression.

Were they not even serious?!

She would show him that he made a grave mistake.

Arnold’s Omen summoned five blood spears. Godfrey and Percival ignored the threat before them and glanced at Arnold’s Omen.

"Stop."

A deep voice rang from a small swirling mass in the air. The Zombie Panda forced itself to a stop, its claws were just above Percival’s head.

Alora had to sprout wings Godfrey never knew she had to ensure she didn’t reach him. To think they would do all in their power to stop themselves mid-attack.

Their respect for Saul was either too great or they feared him.

The swirling mass grew bigger and bigger until it was big enough for a man to walk through. Godfrey jumped down and walked past Percival as he and the others could see Saul’s silhouette behind the portal.

He was standing. All of a sudden, Saul burst out like a missile, throwing a punch at Godfrey.

Godfrey saw the blow the moment Saul came out of the portal. His calm expression changed as his eyebrows creased, and his hand folded into a fist. He drew his own fist back and threw a punch.

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