Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights novel Chapter 460

Chapter 460: The Executioner

Two military men walked through a corridor, their hard boots striking the floor with a sharp rhythm. "He’s in there?"

A twenty-eight-year-old lieutenant asked his commander, who wore a solemn look. "He is."

The twenty-eight-year-old soldier clenched his teeth.

"Are you afraid?" the commander asked and halted before the door.

"No."

The commander chuckled. "Better be. You don’t know. Fear might save your life in this one. Behind this door is the man that slaughtered an elite team of agents sent into a red gate because he believed they were all infected."

He held the handle. "Ken Asahi... the Executioner."

The door swung open, and they both walked into a room. A glass wall divided the room. On the other side of the room was a young man whose hair fell loosely on his shoulders, chained to the wall.

Steel bars went around his body, exposing only his head. Even his neck was locked, and there were special suppression cuffs on his wrists, meant to keep his summon locked away because, as much as they were cautious around Ken, his summon, Asahi, was to be feared.

The commander folded his arms while the young lieutenant squinted as Ken lifted up his head.

The lieutenant’s eyes widened. "He’s a kid!"

"I see you don’t know him that well. Agent Ken Asahi, just turned seventeen. Lost his older brother to a dungeon, awakened three months ago. He’s amongst those we call the new breed of summoners and, even in that group, he can be classified as an apex."

The commander turned to the lieutenant. "Do you know this boy has had the privilege to sit with Mrs. Fukushima, not just at her office but at her home? Privileged kid. According to our researchers, they said he was our Godfrey Daniels. In plain terms, he is going to be the one to kill Godfrey Daniels when he’s grown too much. That was the plan..." He sucked his lips and exhaled.

"But he ended up killing sixty highly trained agents," the young lieutenant muttered.

"Not just that." The commander placed his hand on the glass wall. "There are over two thousand extractors and professionals who were sent there. Two thousand of them have fallen sick, and this kid right here demanded to kill each and every last one of them."

The young lieutenant shivered.

"Check it out." The commander pointed at a diary. The young lieutenant picked it up, opened the book, and began to flip through the pages. He saw the sketches of the centipedes.

The final one he saw was a centipede, a huge one protruding out of the mouth of a sketched human being.

Two more came out of her back.

"Everyone in that containment center is infected with this thing?" The lieutenant tilted his head toward Ken.

"Is one of the symptoms of their sickness an intense itch?" Ken responded with a question that made the lieutenant turn to his commander.

"Yes, they’re all itching, Ken." The commander sat down. "So what are we supposed to do? Kill two thousand civilians without exhausting every means to preserve their lives?"

Ken looked straight into the commander’s eyes. "You can’t save them. This isn’t an illness that can be cured!" He glared at the commander.

"It’s a plague."

"Is that so? Well, we’ve recorded the recovery of fifty people so far. They’re perfectly fine now. They don’t even itch."

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