Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights

Chapter 501: Skill Of The Crusaders

Instinctively, Lucy activated Space Distortion. The dagger was still at her neck, but the distance between its edge and her neck could be comparable to a hundred meters.

She forced herself back and hit the wall. It quaked. Across the room, Snow wrapped his fingers around a dagger. It sliced his palm, and golden liquid ran down the length of the blade.

Snow didn’t look hurt. His eyes, facial expression, and stance were all relaxed. Then, a red glimmer gushed out of his mouth, transforming the Crusader into stone.

Percival pushed the splayed fingers of his right hand into the last Crusader. He burst into blue mist.

He turned. Lucy and Adonis had wide, amazed eyes.

Adonis pointed. "What was that?"

"I sent him into the sea world," he replied.

Adonis shot a glance at Lucy. "And what is in the sea world?"

"Water... without end," said Percival.

"That’s..." Adonis shut his eyes in disbelief. Lucy and Percival turned their focus to the Crusader that was still alive. He was frozen in Lucy’s Time Distortion.

The Crusader was still moving, but at a pace not even the word pathetic would cut it.

"Fanatics." A black sword appeared in Lucy’s palm. She swung down.

But—

"Don’t kill him!" said Adonis with an urgent tone.

"Why?" Lucy asked. Percival stared pointedly at Adonis, also seeking answers.

"Look away. Just listen to me and turn your head in the other direction." His instructions made little sense, but they did. At least she strengthened her hold on hi—

On who?

Wait, what?

Both she and Percival turned back to Adonis. He had turned the Crusader to stone. Lucy shifted backward, eyes wide, while Percival frowned deeply.

Her Time Distortion skill deactivated because, in her mind, she never used it in the first place.

"I..."

"You forgot," Adonis completed her sentence. "When you’re not looking, these Crusaders don’t exist. How do I better phrase this? You forget they exist."

"W-What?!" Lucy stuttered. "Then how did you remember that they were chasing you?"

"I didn’t say that," Adonis said.

"You basically told me that Jon was chasing after you with an army!" Lucy was testy. Was Adonis messing with her mind?

"You’re making a mistake, Lucy. I said Jon was chasing after me with an army, but I didn’t say what his army was. Seeing them now, I remember who they are, but Jon was the one that told me of his army. He must have told me about what they could do, considering his oversized ego, but that must have been erased from my mind the moment I lost sight of them."

"I’m pretty sure they’re not Demigods. Yet the effect of their skill is even able to affect a Monarch..." Percival said. For heaven’s sake, what had Cain created this time? He wasn’t holding back anymore if he could allow an army of this sort to be led by Jon.

"It’s obvious we’ll be in a deep mess if we remain in Charlestown, but we’re not leaving these things here. We need to do our investigation on them."

"But Gabriel is a clone!" Lucy replied, frustrated. "He’s everywhere."

"Let’s go to Pendragon Mansion then. Do you have a checkpoint there?"

Lucy shook her head.

"Paradise it is. Let’s go now," Adonis said urgently as he looked out the window. Dozens of Crusaders were flickering toward the motel.

Suddenly, a thick arrow tore through the window. Adonis staggered backward, lifting two fingers. They made contact with the arrow, and black glimmer sprayed.

The arrow, from head to tail, burst into dried leaves. Yet, the momentum of his sudden backpedaling stopped when he hit the door.

Lucy opened a wormhole. Percival grabbed one stone Crusader, Adonis held the other, and they fled through the wormhole as a volley of arrows decimated their room.

Six hundred feet away stood Obsession, a pitch-black Obsidian lowering his longbow. Broad shoulders tapered into a barrel chest, while powerful arms hung at his sides, built for drawing the bow. Bandages shrouded his head down to the neck, leaving only a narrow slit for the eyes. His bare torso contrasted with stiff, baggy pants that gathered around the shins. More bandages wrapped around his legs to the feet, exposing only his dark, stone-like toes.

A few feet away, Jon leaned on a street pole. Eyes dark, jaws clamped. Brooding. Like a compressed spring threatening to erupt.

He heaved. The sirens of the local policemen drew his gaze to the left.

"I forgot these beasts think of themselves as noble and respectable out here," Jon said, bemused, as two policemen stepped out of the car, summoning their giant dogs and aiming guns at him.

While he saw two policemen, he was actually being approached by two spindly foxes.

"Rage," Jon whispered. A black diagram flashed. A twelve-foot-tall Obsidian pounced, severing one policeman’s head with a single sweeping strike.

His butcher knife, more than half his height, seemed to come alive as blood splattered on it.

Thud!

The policeman fell, twisting and transforming into a fox.

Jon cocked his head. Before his eyes, the other policeman twisted, revealing his true form. The giant dogs faded out of existence. Unfortunately for the second fox, the butcher knife was merciless.

It sliced through its waist. The two halves struck the asphalt, blood pooling beneath them.

Crusaders landed in the street without a sound, like specters stepping out of the dark. One of them stepped forward.

"We lost three, but the target was with two other people. A blue-haired man and a girl wearing her hair in a ponytail," said the Crusader. He chose his words carefully. One wrong word could send Jon over the edge. And he was certain those two had to be close with the target because of their strength.

Jon snapped his head. "Percival and Lucy," he said. "...Snow, you sniveling rat."

He clenched his teeth. His eyes flared up when he saw himself on the other side of the street watching him. His younger self had this soft, pitiful look, like a child traumatized by a past experience that refused to leave his mind.

’I wish I could kill you.’ Jon clenched his teeth tight. "Find him! Find Snow, and if you give me this rubbish one more time, you’ll spend the rest of your life in damnation!"

The Crusaders nodded, shocked. Another outburst. It had seemed the explanation was enough to calm him, but he flipped at the last moment, and that threat was enough to make a chill run down their spines.

Rage and Obsession stared hungrily at them.

’You’re yelling at the wrong people. Send me.’ His younger self appeared beside Jon.

He flinched, eyes twitching, head snapping as if that would shut out his hallucinations.

But that voice dug deep. It rang once more.

’Send me to damnation.’

With a loud scream, Jon punched his younger self. It puffed into smoke. The Crusaders watched their leader punch thin air.

One by one, the Crusaders vanished into the darkness. Jon was left there, panting like a beast.