Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights - Chapter 161

Chapter 161: First Blood
“That’s Percival, isn’t it?” Dale said with a deep frown while looking at the water curtains that stood like barricades at several parts of the city.

One by one, the curtains fell, but they had already separated the convoy. Currently, they were here with one other truck. The impact wounded some, but none of the wounds were fatal.

“Let’s move out. After all…” Cecil looked at the agents from the other truck as they brought out a cage with a huge crimson dog, the Bloodhound.

Henry had four of them, making him one of the very rare Quad summoners and a very impressive Invincible. This Bloodhound wasn’t Henry’s strongest, but Godfrey was too close for it to miss.

The strongest Bloodhound could track anyone across the globe and find them with a hundred percent success rate. The other could track within a continent, even into dungeons. The third and the fourth were perfect hunting dogs for dungeons as large as a forest or a city. Their success rate was high as long as the target was within range.

“…He can’t escape a Bloodhound’s nose,” Cecil said with a confident smirk.

There were over two dozen here, armed with firearms and powerful summons, high tiers, lord tiers, king tiers, a Throne Tier, and the likes of Snow and Leander.

In terms of raw firepower and strength, Leander was king, but Snow’s summon had an ability that made all of that useless. He was the perfect weapon for the Shadow King.

Just remembering his feats was enough to make Cecil’s smirk falter.

In the end, his three summoners would not be enough.

“You can deal with Godfrey. I have someone more important to deal with,” Leander said.

Before Cecil could speak, he summoned a ten-foot-tall hyena whose tail itself was a snake. The tail was over a dozen feet long, with a snake head at its end.

Both the snake and the hyena had crimson eyes. Leander climbed onto his beast and, with a few steps, it had left them, heading for wherever Percival was.

He had a score to settle for his sister.

Kenneth, the Throne Tier Agent who had been watching everything in silence, finally spoke, turning everyone’s attention toward him.

“Focus on our mission. Capture Godfrey and kill any Vagabond you set your eyes on. Let’s go,” he said firmly.

***

Another group of a dozen Agents manned their truck while the driver tried to restart it.

The eyes of their lieutenant narrowed when he saw an individual perched on a two-story building, watching them.

“Over there!” the lieutenant shouted as he summoned a Man-Eating Plant while the others aimed at the individual after summoning their own summons.

As the green plant, with a huge head shaped like a clamp and sharp fangs that couldn’t be hidden, dug its thick roots, lined with black thorns, through the asphalt, the lieutenant squinted.

‘Is he a human?’ he thought as Oliver simply watched them in silence.

Though he wore a hoodie, they could see his bandaged fingers, mouth, neck, and feet, since he really didn’t like footwear.

“Filthy Vagabond,” an agent cursed, slamming the trigger. His rifle spat flames as bullets tore through the air.

A diagram flared up beside Oliver, and a skeleton clad in a worn-out hood appeared. It wore black leather pauldrons that covered part of its upper chest. Its ribcage was fully exposed along with its spinal cord, but from the hip bone down, it was covered in a black, shadowy loincloth, with shadowy cloth wrapped around its feet up to the knees.

This thirteen-foot-tall skeleton summon had four arms.

The two upper arms that emerged from the pauldrons were well-proportioned, gray-skinned, and muscular. The left held a tall spear, while the right wielded a longsword.

Its two lower arms were skeletal but wrapped in thick cloth and dark leather vambraces from wrist to elbow, making them look bulky. In those hands, it held two dark-bladed cutlasses.

The hood did not hide the skull, within which two dull white lights gleamed.

Gray and black smoke billowed from the skeleton soldier, which moved with deft speed, too fast for the agents to track. It deflected the bullets and landed before them.

All the agents locked eyes with the skeleton soldier as it lifted its head, looking at them as if disappointed by their numbers.

Thick roots burst out of the asphalt, but the skeleton soldier had already moved.

“Where?!” The lieutenant couldn’t finish as he saw a spear pierce through two of his men. Two others were already headless, and he could feel something behind him.

Its shadow loomed over him. Thirteen feet was massive to a human who wasn’t even six feet tall.

Roots rose up to protect him as dozens of black thorns shot toward Oliver. The Vagabond vanished into smoke and emerged from his summon’s body as it decapitated the lieutenant. The roots fell like dead snakes.

The skeleton’s speed was tremendous and ghostlike. Fast, yet soundless. Normally, moving at such speed would disturb the air, but this time everything was at peace, as if the world itself refused to acknowledge the slaughter that looked like a painting.

‘There was no Throne Tier here,’ Oliver said telepathically.

‘There was one here…’ came Dax’s reply as he looked at Jin, his summon lifting its hammer from the molten face of a giant werewolf.

Surrounding Jin were corpses of wolf summons and their agent summoners, most of them smashed into a scorched death.

‘He’s dead,’ Dax added, whistling for Jin to join him as he walked away from the scene.

***

“It stopped. Have we located him… what’s that?” Agent Kenneth said with a frown as all of them aimed at the golden-armoured figures hundreds of feet away.

One was huge and bulky, wielding a massive round shield, towering in height, with a tall spear and a longsword sheathed at his side. That one was Mountain.

The other was Lament, mounted on horseback, wielding a mighty halberd.

“Wait!” Dale’s face paled. “Don’t tell me that thing on a horse is also Godfrey’s summon!”

“If we came straight to it, does that mean… not all Bloodhounds are going to the same place? We’re not going to gather together in the end.”

Cecil clenched her teeth.

“One is a Lord Tier, the other is a King Tier. We can handle them,” Kenneth said firmly. “We have Adonis White, after all.”

“Shall we, brother?” Lament said to Mountain as they both overlapped Black-Out State with Overload state, pushing their tiers by another 1.0.

Their armour turned pitch black as Mountain rose to 9.4, gaining the ability to handle King and Queen Tiers, while Lament rose to 13.5, gaining the ability to handle a 14.0 Throne Tier.