Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights

Chapter 386: Once Comrades [Battle Of Summoner & Summon]

Purple light flashed and caused a purple ring-like ripple that spread outward through a massive grass field that spread for countless kilometres, with some boulders standing like monuments and their origins stretching to the mountains at the horizon.

Both men appeared, and the grass was so tall it reached their waists.

Dax looked at Godfrey, brought down his hoodie, and slowly walked away from him. "You know what I’m here for."

He said while caressing the grass, still walking away from Godfrey.

Through his side profile, Godfrey noticed the crimson veins on his face. They were like cracks. His mask, which was strapped to the back of his head with buckles at his neck, was meant to suppress something, his volcanic side from what he learnt in the past after his mother’s incident.

But it seemed like what he was trying to hide had taken over. Godfrey’s eyes went to the grass that became black and scorched before crumbling to the ground.

"Saul sent you. Is it to test or eliminate me? You have a relic now and he somehow trusts you more than his Black Knights for this mission," he said.

Dax leaped to the top of a boulder about thirty metres away and sat on it. "You’re smart. Orders were to kill you."

"That wasn’t what we agreed on earlier. Is he afraid I’ll ruin his tournament?"

Dax blinked slowly. "No. My master isn’t the type to be afraid, but he’s agitated because of your influence on the Black Order Knights. They’ve been a bit odd since they met you. An hour ago, he asked them if they’d be willing to kill you and Abaddon, his glorious left hand, the force of nature himself, only nodded after a while."

He opened his hand, and a tome appeared. It was like a book that had lost most of its pages. Only a few were left.

"A conflicted mind is a lost one," Dax said.

Godfrey exhaled through his mouth. "You’re talking quite a lot. The Dax I know barely speaks."

Dax nodded. "Because tonight, only one of us will walk out of here alive. We were once comrades, I once held back the Fanatics for your mother. It’s ironic this is where all that ends. I’m a summon, my choices are decided for me. You’re a summoner, you decide your own fate."

He rose to his feet. "You have always been stronger. I hope you will win." A sudden wind blew through the grass field, causing both their hair to flutter.

Jin appeared. It was a white bipedal creature with a crimson mane, massive chest and arms with abs, holding a massive hammer with cracks that looked like veins where magma flowed.

The sound of Jin breathing was like the echoes of a lion’s growl in a hollow mountain.

Godfrey looked at Dax. This was his teacher, the man who taught him taekwondo.

"Back before we became the Ignikai, most nights, I didn’t sleep. I would wake when the world was quiet and step outside barefoot, letting the cool mud cling between my toes. The wind would pass through the rice fields, and the entire valley would ripple like a living sea."

Dax paused, watching Godfrey’s expression.

"Above it... the purple moons. Two of them. The Mother hung high and distant, calm and watchful. The Daughter lingered lower, just above the dormant mountain, closer, brighter... almost curious. I used to wonder if they were watching us... if they could see me." He sighed.

"I would run my hands across the rice stalks, careful, like I was afraid the moment would disappear if I moved too fast. Back then, the world felt endless, beautiful, and ours until mana came. The mountains that stood like structures of old, the same one the Daughter watched every night, split open. Fire poured from its mouth, the sky turned black. Ash fell like rain, thick enough to choke on. And the people... The people..."

Dax’s breath trembled.

"I watched a man I knew, a fellow farmer that I worked beside just days before, fall to his knees as fire burned through his veins. When he looked up... his eyes were gone. I called it a plague. We had power but weren’t us anymore. Our mana system made us lose our humanity. Some of us resisted, and I was part of the resistance."

Dax touched his mask. "We covered our faces. Bound our skin. Hid from the ash, from the air, from the very world we once loved. But denying our mana system made us weak... made us targets. And..."

He lowered his hand. "That’s all I remember. That’s all I remember...." He sighed bitterly. "I’ve passed it on, the last member of the resistance of true humanity in my world. At least this memory will be somewhere in your mind."

"Dax..."

Before Godfrey could continue, the tome flipped open. Right on the first page. Light burst from it, like embers dancing off the page, and a golden-armoured phantom, over twenty feet tall but with only half his body visible, appeared.

First Page: Gravity Lock!

One of his hands hovered above Godfrey, with a circle of runes above and another circle beneath his foot.

A visible golden pressure, like wind smashing downward, slammed into Godfrey, forcing him to bend, and the force kept increasing.

He was stuck in that space, and the earth pulled him downward with each second. Cracks spread throughout the earth, and all the grass within and outside the circle was crushed; not even the ground could withstand the pressure.

The Immortal Armour covered his body, and it constructed a longsword in his right hand.

Wrapping his gauntleted fingers around it, Godfrey broke the Gravity Lock by brandishing the longsword.

Jin was already close. Massive amounts of grass were uprooted as he slid to a halt right before Godfrey, lifted his hammer with a roar, and swung it downward.

But...

At that moment, Godfrey activated Will Freeze, and the massive humanoid creature froze mid-swing. Even the grass that was mid-air froze.

Dax’s eyes widened. That was the most powerful Will Freeze he had ever seen, it was more like a king’s decree that even a blade of grass had to obey.

He defied all laws in that small space. It was...

It was...