Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights novel Chapter 521

Chapter 521: Torment Is Upon Paradise

Men, women, and Humanoid Summoners of different sizes and skin colours bowed as Cain walked towards the balcony.

An open black robe draped over his magnificent body, his long black hair cascading down his back. The robe left his prominent chest and rows of abs exposed, while loose black pants caressed his legs as he walked.

Barefooted, Cain passed through the wide doors of the enormous worship hall and stepped into the bright sunlight.

It shone upon his face as though welcoming his presence.

Cain stopped at the balcony, one hand resting on the stone railing. Beneath his lofty position knelt thousands of worshippers wrapped in black garments.

Fanatics, the ignorant called them.

These were people whose eyes had been opened, whose ears could hear, whose hearts had transformed into what this new age required.

Their voices rose in worship. They trembled at his presence.

"In the past, Earth had a hierarchy, and one race sat proudly at the top." Cain’s eyes swept across the crowd.

"Humanity. Our race stood above the beasts of the land and sea. They feared us. They fled from us as we spread across the world. But this is a new age, and that hierarchy no longer applies.

"Humanity has been divided. One part bears within them the same beasts we once conquered, while we carry higher existences within our souls. They have become animals. Evolution has never been fair. Now they swarm us as beasts once did in the first days of the past age."

Cain’s voice remained calm, yet amplified by mana, it carried with the force of ten speakers.

"I am Cain. There is no other like me." A slow smile spread across his face. "There is a place called Paradise, full of heretics. Men who would rather live among animals. Send them a message, my devoted servants."

"In the name of the Father of Mankind!"

"In his name!"

The crowd erupted as thousands rose to their feet.

Jon stood in the front row. The noise around him seemed to dampen as he caught sight of his younger self leaning against a nearby wall, arms crossed.

He ground his teeth.

Portals flared open throughout the crowd as the Devotees unleashed their summons and began fusing with them. These summons belonged to a new breed the Father of Mankind had spent months creating: tall, lean elves with dark skin, a sign of their taint by the Obsidians.

Everyone gathered here was a Devotee, specifically of the Crusader branch.

"You’re doing well, Jon," Del said.

Jon glanced at the twelve-foot Obsidian beside him. A thick black cloak covered its enormous frame, brown fur draped across its wide, bow-shaped shoulders. A deep hood concealed its head entirely. Within that darkness floated only two glowing orbs, staring back at him.

"Surprisingly well. The Lord of Earth has blessed you. Use that wisely," Man said.

Jon heard the taunt beneath the words as the Obsidian’s gauntleted hand came down and caressed his head.

He grunted.

These two were old disciples. Both could speak through their summons—the twelve-foot Obsidian knights towering on either side of Jon like pillars. The top of his head barely reached the midsection of their abdomens.

Delusion and Manipulation.

Horrid men who had so completely surrendered their identities that they had taken the first three letters of their natures as their names.

Would he become like them?

The Obsidian of Torment was already ripping through his mind, making the apparition of his foolish younger self appear more frequently. Yet the more Jon suffered, the stronger Torment became. It fed upon his decaying sanity.

And Jon was afraid of fusing with it.

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