Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights novel Chapter 86

Chapter 86: Oni Ronin

Within the hall, Falco sat behind the table, propping his chin with both hands while others stood around the table.

Charles sat at the opposite side of the table with Godfrey by his side. They were all gathered for a single reason, discussing how to get out of the dungeon, which would mean killing the boss.

"The boss is in the heart of the city, and with him is an army of two hundred armoured minotaurs, his main forces," Falco said, looking at the eyes of all of them, especially Godfrey’s.

He had to admit, the kid flaunted a bit of his strength, and everyone had gathered to do what he said. Such strength at such an age was envious.

"What about the ones he killed? If you exclude them, doesn’t that mean the Khan now has a hundred and sixty minotaurs?" someone hanging at the mezzanine railing asked.

Falco shot the man who spoke a side-eye. "I said armoured minotaurs. The ones we’ve faced so far, including those the kid killed, are all the Khan’s marauders. There are over two hundred of them, but we’ve killed quite a number, and if we include the number the kid just killed, the marauders should be less than a hundred."

He continued after taking a breath. "The problem is the two mini bosses, captains of the Khan’s army. The first is Demon Horn, who has an endless flock of crows that can devour their target, and the dead crows are also able to revive."

Falco continued, "The other is Ash Horn. Its ability is manifesting and controlling magma. Both these mini bosses are tier 6.9 each but can effortlessly handle a summon above 7.0. Bullets also don’t work on them. The main boss should be a lord tier, but we don’t know what it can do."

Percival crossed his arms. "I heard of a man who can kill two lord tiers. Why hasn’t he gone after this boss?"

"Humanoid summoners are strange," Falco replied, glancing at Godfrey meaningfully.

Seeing his glance, Charles frowned and decided to speak up. "We have a speculation that the vagabond is after Cain’s Fanatics. This is a window for us to kill the boss and leave. With Godfrey’s summon, we have no problem doing that."

"I can’t believe we’re depending on a humanoid summoner," a guild party member spat.

Falco turned to Lotus. "What do you think about this?"

Lotus glanced at Godfrey. "A humanoid summon might have killed and eaten my brother’s summon, but he feels different. He’s not twisted like the rest of them... at least not yet."

"Well, if Lotus hasn’t ripped your head off, then I guess we can—!" Falco couldn’t complete the sentence as a loud voice came from above.

It was from Mrs. Joy, Percival’s mother. "I can’t sit and let you all talk like you know his fate! He’s better than all of you gathered here. You talk like he can’t kill all of you if he wanted to."

Everyone’s faces twisted, Falco glaring at Mrs. Joy.

Mrs. Joy glared back. "Godfrey wants to get us out of here. By all means, aid him and stop finding reasons to sit in this dump acting like a leader!"

Silence spread out; no one expected this meek-looking woman to suddenly transform into this fierce lioness.

Charles suddenly burst into laughter. "You’re one tough woman. Is he your son?"

Mrs. Joy crossed her arms while standing close to the railing on the third floor. "He is."

Godfrey blinked. A warm smile appeared on his face.

Charles rose to his feet. "You’ve heard the woman. It’s time to get out of here."

Falco scoffed.

***

With the plan set, Godfrey and Lotus moved out with Charles to scout ahead. Standing in Charles’ chariot, Godfrey squinted as the mighty horse galloped on the road, moving with great speed rivalling a vehicle.

All of a sudden, the horse came to a stop, neighing loudly with both forelimbs off the ground. The three of them in the chariot were frozen at the sight three hundred meters away.

A heap of corpses blocked the road, not the corpses of minotaurs but of Agents from the Authorities, guild parties, and Cain’s Fanatics, numbering up to fifty summoners and fifty summons!

This was different from the forty minotaurs Godfrey killed. Against sixty summoners, it would not be that easy, especially when he would be dealing with well-trained, experienced adults.

And Godfrey knew it was simply impossible for him to kill all of them. Summons had a diversity of skills; they didn’t charge head-on like minotaurs.

Yet, seated on top of this heap was a single being, a humanoid but with blue skin, a well-built, lean physique. It had a head full of long gray hair that fell down to its waist, and its face was hidden behind a thick metal mask with a ferocious expression and two short horns.

Two braids fell on both sides of its shoulders, resting on its chest.

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