Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights novel Chapter 419

Chapter 419: House Of Order

"Begone... darkness."

A man’s voice thundered like a divine decree. At that moment, golden light burst forth, tearing through the darkness as it revealed Isolde holding onto Idris.

Her armour glowed with bright golden light and her crimson hair turned white. It waved like it had a life of its own while shimmering with white, almost celestial white.

Golden beams fell from the sky. The moment they struck the ground, the creeping darkness twisted and fled back as the light manifested into golden knights.

They activated Blinding Flash, thus all ten of them unleashed a light so bright, so intense and so blinding, it swept through a major section of the district and went beyond.

Screeches came from the darkness as it fled back, unleashing those who had just been consumed.

Floating above his brothers and sisters, Tempest stretched out his hand and an even brighter light blasted out of him like an explosion.

It swept through the city and beyond at the expense of five years’ worth of mana. A painful cost, even after the mana usage from the earlier battle, but compared to what was saved, that cost was little.

Idris blinked when the light grew dim. Those golden knights were like gods in his eyes. The light radiating from them, their towering heights, reflected like stars in his brown eyes.

Then, he turned to Isolde and saw her looking somewhere else. Idris followed her gaze, his eyes narrowing slightly as he gazed upon a being walking toward them.

He wore red armour with long tassets and a helmet whose visor only revealed two piercing golden eyes.

His pace was slow but haunting. That armour, it wasn’t anything like those golden armours, it had this oppressive effect that loomed over one.

Like an imperial might, unbothered by the thoughts and emotions of men.

When Godfrey got close enough, he took Isolde’s right hand, drew her toward him and embraced her.

"I love you." Isolde whispered into his ear. Her voice was soft, almost melting. Godfrey couldn’t remember when she last spoke with such a tone, but the emotions it conveyed were raw and unfiltered.

Like it came right from the depths of her soul. He knew her affection for him was almost unshakable, but these three words stirred something in him.

His eyes almost softened, but then he noticed Idris still looking at them. The boy’s eyes were definitely wider than usual.

’Heh, the boy has eyes for good things. It looks like he’s going to challenge you to a joust for what’s already yours.’ Immortal Armour snickered.

Godfrey scoffed.

"What is it saying?" Isolde’s soft voice flowed into his ear.

’He just saw his saviour has someone she also leans on. Your interpretation is just out of context.’ Godfrey replied to Immortal Armour while shaking his head to Isolde.

At that moment, Idris’s mother ran toward them and fell to her knees, embracing her child as tight as she could.

"Thank you, thank you. Thank you so much." She said with moist eyes while looking at the couple.

Godfrey dematerialized his Immortal Armour. He saw her freeze for a moment. Yes, his knights looked divine in their Golden Light State, with golden and white armour.

Their tiers increased by 2.0 points and although they couldn’t access Black-Out State in this form, they had new sets of skills like making their weapons out of light which had near the same durability.

The Golden Light State brought out their peak as Primal summons. The first part of their identity.

That aside, his own face didn’t change, so the man this mother was looking at was the Golden Armoured Devil.

’Golden Armoured’ because according to the propaganda from the authorities, all his so-called good deeds were personal agendas, with the major reason being to deceive the public.

And the ’Devil’ was his true identity, what he tried to hide behind his Golden Armour.

One thing was sure. The authorities knew how to craft stories and people knew how to eat it up because it sounded believable.

His opinion of the public wasn’t bright. Because they saw him from the wrong light, he also saw the side of the public that hated him and it made him dislike them.

So why save these people? Well, as a Chosen, he was tied to earth. If it failed, he would never achieve his goal. Deep within, the truth was the world seemed much worse when there was no one in it.

They might not be on the best terms but he still wanted to see people drive cars on the street, play in parks and just do their own stuff because it made everything look alive... at least... from a perspective.

Tears pooled in the woman’s eyes. Was it guilt, knowing she was one of those that threw spite at him and that same young man was the reason her son was alive?

"I’m sorry." She muttered, lowering her head. As she left, Idris turned to the young couple and looked at his mother. "Is he the one that summoned those angels?"

"What?" The woman blinked.

"I want angels."

Although Idris wasn’t that close, Isolde heard what he said. She chuckled.

Isaac ran toward them and jumped on Godfrey, who embraced him. After a while, Godfrey tapped his back.

"It’s okay, Isaac."

Isaac still didn’t let go.

"Isaac!"

Isaac remained stubborn. Godfrey had to peel him off using telekinesis.

"I thought it was over. Isolde vanished before my eyes." Isaac began rambling as he packed his hair, eyes wide. He was reliving the scene and was still terrified.

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