Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights novel Chapter 465

Chapter 465: I Am The Executioner

Godfrey sat in one of the top rooms of a hotel, meditating on his bed. Three months’ worth of mana wasn’t that reassuring when he was about to enter a dungeon.

Summoning his knights would not cost much mana, even if he summoned all of them. All of them could be around him for days, and he would not lose more than a week’s worth of mana, and that amount can be recovered if he meditated consistently.

However, once they began to use skills and enter Black Out States or Golden Light States, the amount being consumed would increase dramatically. And running out of mana brought this sick feeling.

Worse, it was hard to recover mana once it was entirely depleted because of consistent consumption that resulted in stunted growth.

One way or another, he had to find that man whose summon could grow fruits packed with decades’ worth of mana.

Gods would clamour for such a man. They could wage war for him, and there was no doubt he was already in the clutches of the authorities.

Godfrey opened his eyes, exhaling slowly. ’Making sure Isolde went back to handling Pendragon matters was crucial. Our network is damaged. We need to rebuild and expand, or soon enough, someone else will snatch the new dragon summoners and form an opposing force.’

He descended from his bed, cracking his neck and stretching his muscles. Sitting in that one spot for hours was one of the unappealing aspects of attaining strength.

Meditation demanded patience. A trait he lacked gravely.

Godfrey picked up a gauge tablet and pressed the lower part of the screen. It scanned his finger, the homepage opened and a number came out.

40.0, Peak Titled God Tier.

A long sigh left his lips as he headed for the curtains and pulled them apart, revealing the floor-to-ceiling glass wall. "When I break that limit, the sun will once again rip through those clouds. It’s really depressing seeing dark clouds every single day for several months now."

His eyes were locked on the dark skies, then he looked down. His reservation was in Shibuya, a few minutes’ drive from the Crossing, so when his eyes went to the street, all he saw was chaos.

Godfrey’s eyes widened at this. He knew he would have sent Ballista to watch over the gate and also investigate the containment center, but he couldn’t risk losing mana.

He was currently in a management crisis. Losing more mana than required for the dungeon would undoubtedly result in his death. One could say he was no different from a man with limited oxygen, so each breath had to be accounted for.

Godfrey contemplated teleporting to the ground floor and made a mental calculation that came to the conclusion that it wouldn’t cost that much.

With a flash of purple light, Godfrey vanished and reappeared on the streets in a plain white tank top, baggy gray pants, and bare feet.

The moment his feet touched the asphalt road, he was about to use Echo to cover his feet with ironclad boots, but a desperate scream reached his ears, forcing Godfrey to turn.

"Please! Please help my daughter!" She spoke Japanese, but he had taken the sweet that allowed him to understand them like a native.

With wide strides, Godfrey shoved past the people moving along the road with quick steps, some even running away. His pace quickened as he saw the mother was stained with fresh blood, and her daughter had it worse.

There was blood from all the orifices on her face. When Godfrey got to the road, he made all the speeding cars float. The drivers couldn’t believe their eyes, and even the people in the streets all turned to witness this.

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