Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights novel Chapter 442

Chapter 442: Last Man Standing

Isolde’s dragons were receiving the full brunt of the attack. Stones were being hurled at them nonstop.

Some had fallen, yet kept blowing flames as they took to the skies once more. Isolde gritted her teeth, controlling her spear to shatter the stones, but she couldn’t get all of them.

’Don’t tell me that blow took Godfrey out?! This isn’t looking good at all!’ Isaac thought, but had already set his mind on helping Isolde.

Her dragons were victims of the stampede when they fell and needed the help of others to keep the stags away for the others to fly.

While Isaac prepared himself, three dragons came up to Isolde’s side, acting as support for Aion, who had endured several blows.

Their flames swallowed the earth below, engulfing stags that still ran while burning. It was chaotic everywhere.

Suddenly, a familiar sound rang out. The sound of stones being hurled. It sounded like bombs due to the sheer speed of the flying rocks.

This time around, most of them were aimed at Isolde since her spear had been reducing the effect of the other stones.

One of the dragons roared and blew flames at the rocks. It burned through the rock, shattering it with great pressure, but the other dragon failed.

It faced, then intercepted three rocks stacked behind each other. Two shattered, but the last one, empowered by dragonfire, crushed the dragon’s head, slammed into Isolde, crushing her shoulder blade, and hit the other dragon at the back of its head.

With the blood of one of her children splattered all over her face, Isolde fell from Aion. As she fell, two dragons also fell by her side.

Aion cried out with the remaining dragon and dove down. Aion grabbed Isolde with his claws and flapped his wings hard as he watched the other two crash, and the dead dragons were swallowed by the vast stampede.

Roaring and crying at the same time, Aion breathed fire, burning even more of the stag monsters in a fit of rage.

Isolde, stained with blood, stared at where her dragons fell. She could barely utter a word or even move as one part of her upper body was paralyzed.

Her bones were now fragments piercing her already mangled flesh. The pain pierced deep into her soul, so much that tears gathered in her eyes, but she couldn’t cry.

Her face remained frozen as if the slightest movement would intensify the pain a thousandfold.

Isolde could only grunt. Dragons cried, the howling of wind caused by their mighty wings, the horrifying stampede of nearly half a million stags, and the sound of sand rising up from the north, west, and south wounded her ears.

Seeing this, Isaac shot webs far into the sky, pouring greater amounts of mana than usual. He drew back stones heading for Aion and the other dragons.

From afar, it would seem like he was webbing the skies themselves. Strings of glistening silk threads from one man spread into the sky like a network.

All he needed was a pull to deviate them from their path. As he did that, one of the mini-bosses charged out of the stampede, closing in on him with red eyes.

It saw him as the cause of the loss of their home. Isaac was about to turn, but his feet suddenly sank into the sand. The sand became so loose that everything up to his knees was buried.

And right at that moment, the demigod stag lowered its head and rammed Isaac, piercing through his abdomen and pulling him off the ground.

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