Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights - Chapter 137

Chapter 137: Mana Refinement Plant
“Wait.”

Dax’s voice made Godfrey pause. He turned to the masked Asian who walked up to him, stretching out his hand.

“I’m Dax, and I must admit… you have a sick summon.”

Godfrey smiled, shaking Dax’s hand. “Thank you.”

“We should go now.” Arian’s voice rang out, already halfway down the wall, forcing Godfrey to chase after him.

“I’ve never seen Captain personally show anyone around. He always leaves that job to me.” Arden crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow behind her large, round, golden-trimmed glasses.

“It looks like he’s found his protégé,” she added, watching Godfrey and Arian board the pickup truck.

“We should make our prayers for him then. The Captain’s training regimen is always brutal. But it did make us who we are… I wonder what he will turn into at the end of his own.”

“His strength will fill up the hole left by Bodhi. Losing an Elite Class to those Fanatics during our last major raid was a big loss.” Arden said with a melancholic gaze.

Dax sighed.

***

After an hour-long drive, Godfrey found himself inside a building. He stood at the fifth mezzanine floor, looking down at a great hall without pillars. It had about four hundred people in meditative pose, and a giant Namib Desert Beetle was positioned with its head facing the four hundred.

On the beetle’s head sat its summoner. The summon was able to gather mana and create a mana-thick zone, the thickest anyone could ever find.

The density of the mana was so much that it caused physical extremities: some places were ice-cold, while others were extremely hot.

A light fog made of myriad colours hovered at the lofty ceiling. Godfrey watched as some people opened their hands, revealing a white jade.

They would keep it by their side and continue meditating. People who walked about with big bags would pick up the jade.

“Only those with natural talent during meditation were picked for this job. This is one of the reasons people here are used to having their summons engage in several parts of their life,” Arian said.

“The mana that beetle brings is the purest you can find, and only mana provided directly by the beetle can be formed into solid mana. Mana is an energy every summoner needs. Like your mother. She saves so many lives that her storage could not serve anymore, nor could the amount she accumulated daily.”

Arian turned to face Godfrey.

“This method helps those who are constantly engaged in battles. Using skills drains a huge amount of mana, and the more you force your summon to adapt, the greater the amount of mana it consumes. Those who awakened early had the advantage, but such advantage doesn’t last for long.”

Godfrey watched as a great number of white jade was hurtled out of the hall. “Why didn’t the authorities think of something like this?”

“Every advancement depends on summons, Godfrey. Even if they can think of it, we have the summon. Mana Refinement can only work in the mana zone of the beetle,” Arian replied.

“Your mother’s summon could bring about the Perfect Life Era, but she can’t be in that life because her summon’s healing ability probably won’t work on her. She’s a means of advancement. On the other hand, this beetle can trap mana and slow time, creating a zone where mana is thick and finely manipulated for greater production in lesser time. After all, twenty thousand depends on this.”

Arian looked at the towering beetle, the size of a building. “We call summons like this, that decide the state of a mass group without a fight, Monarchs. In their natural habitat, they’re lords of different species of creatures because those creatures want to gain from them.”

He turned to Godfrey. “Think about it. Any badly damaged creature can receive healing from a compassionate creature like your mother’s summon, and even if it’s a threat, it won’t kill the Stag. The same for this beetle, it supplies so much mana. We think if allowed to accumulate for centuries or even millennia, it can form hills and mountains of solid mana. You could bloat yourself with mana, speed up the evolution of your summon, and almost never run out of mana.”

His eyes narrowed. “Other creatures won’t kill valuable ones like this. They could fight themselves but be meek around these ones, even defend them, because with Monarchs, the terrain has an advantage. When you raid dungeons constantly, you’re bound to walk into one of these miracles. Well… most don’t make it out alive.”

“Wow.” Godfrey gasped.

He knew of Invincibles, summoners with summons that absolutely dominated others below them, and now there were Monarchs.

One could be attributed to having a powerful skill, like the headmaster’s ability to revert or Rick’s ability to freeze motion.

And the other, the Monarchs, could have an army ready to defend them because of their importance. They didn’t need ridiculous offensive might.

“I already have a dungeon for your first raid. You’ll have to be properly trained before then first,” Arian said.

“A green gate or a blue gate?” Godfrey asked.

“A green gate. It hasn’t appeared yet, but I know when it will. That’s the dungeon of the Orc Chieftain who killed your father.”

Godfrey’s eyes widened.

Arian gazed at him from the corner of his left eye. “Have you ever seen his grave? Do you know how he stopped the Orcs? It’s a red gate. If he didn’t kill all of them, you would have been dead.”

“What happened?” Godfrey asked solemnly.

“The gate vanished. It wasn’t cleared. It looked like your father was the target. No one could get to the gate for hours as he fought against a hundred thousand? That’s impossible. No one could, because something stopped them. It didn’t take five minutes for reinforcements after he vanished with the gate.”

Godfrey remained quiet.

“We have little information about the future. Another disaster is coming to Amazon City, and it’s the same Orc Chieftain. We don’t know how strong the main boss or his army has gotten, so you’ll have to train with no limit in sight. Not for the city but your father. You’re his true legacy.”

“Who do you think killed him?” Godfrey asked softly.

Arian placed his hand on his shoulder. “Your dad killed a Fanatic whose summon could release a great number of bees, it almost brought down Amazon. I’m guessing it was simply payback. It all came together when we recently discovered the dungeon outbreaks are being triggered. It isn’t normal.”

Godfrey squinted, recalling the red gate that appeared right above the arena in Manhattan.

If there was a summon out there that could manipulate dungeons… weren’t they all in the palm of this person’s hands?