Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights

Chapter 313: Five Ringed Orc

About a dozen armoured trucks built with dungeon metals and powered by dungeon cores to enhance their durability through mana drove out of a large, swirling red gate into a tall grass plain, heading for a forest.

The trees of this forest were over fifty feet tall and the first wave created a vast wall of trees. When the trucks got close, a command was given and they all stopped.

There was a truck ahead of all of them. Arden stood on it with a few members of her team, patiently waiting for the main group.

Amongst them was Lucy, who was caressing her crab when the main group came through the gate.

She saw Captain Saul descend with his second in command, Arnold. As they came from the first vehicle, Ronald emerged from the fourth.

”I heard it’s the captain’s first summon that has the ability to open gates to other worlds. I think he might have retrieved that summon.” Lucy heard one of her teammates whisper to another.

They weren’t far from her. One had a Snow direwolf and the other had a female kobold shield bearer. Both Summoners were females that specialized in the combat department unlike her.

”I keep hearing his first summon is his strongest but no one has ever seen it fight. All I’ve seen...” the woman’s breath hitched when Abaddon and Apollyon descended.

The moment both towering knights graced the field, everyone looked at them. Everything about these knights demanded respect.

They felt like commoners looking at true nobility.

Lucy’s eyes narrowed when Saul walked past her but when Ronald came along, he smiled, patted her shoulder and continued.

A soft smile appeared on Lucy’s face as she watched them approach the forest.

About two hundred feet away from the forest, both men stood, standing side by side. ”What do you think?” Saul, who donned an Echo of Abaddon’s armour, tilted his head toward Ronald.

”I’ve passed through this forest once. It has wild beasts but no orc settlement. But that was a long time ago, orcs tend to move. It won’t be a surprise if a settlement is within this forest.” Ronald replied.

”Very well, then. We’ll proceed.” Saul replied.

Ronald squinted, trying to force down this question but decided to ask anyway. ”Your plan? You’re looking for a relic, I understand, but where exactly is this relic?”

”Leave that to me, Mr. Hero. I won’t lead the cohort to death.”

Ronald’s eyes narrowed, then he turned, about to head back to his truck when Saul spoke.

”Your son... he has potential but might be a problem in the future if he continues this path. You should try speaking to him. Fugitives like us should stand together.”

”He’s a grown man.” Ronald replied.

”There’s no doubt he’s powerful but he can’t be considered a grown man. With that kind of power, he needs a mentor, a responsibility and paradise is that responsibility. We are all meant to stand together.” Saul replied, turning his back on the forest to face Ronald.

”You have that responsibility as Captain.” As Ronald spoke, he sensed something move in the forest.

Saul also sensed it. He turned his head toward the forest and saw a Corrupted Orc, close to the edge of the forest. It wasn’t just any orc but an Esper.

The Esper grinned and countless portals appeared. Four hundred Corrupted Orcs, with the shortest being nine feet tall emerged.

Their aura was suffocating as the faces of Arden’s team members changed drastically. A much bigger orc loomed behind them all, his bright green eyes piercing through the trees and locking on the cohort.

They knew there was technology and summons on their side but the moment that orc war chieftain roared, their courage almost shattered completely.

”Vushka!” The Orc War Chieftain grunted and the army split into two, creating a path for their leader. He wrapped his hands around thick chains, dragging a large metal ball with spikes sticking out, through the brown soil as he walked out of the trees.

The Orc then pointed at Saul and grinned with a sinister gleam in his eyes.

Before Saul could speak, Abaddon walked past him. With each step, his armour clinked. Steel rang as he drew out the tomahawk and the double edged axe.

A dark green energy burst out of the Orc’s right arm and coated the chains down to the round metal ball. The earth around darkened, like it took away the life surrounding it.

Abaddon knew he could kill this progenitor in his base form but... he recalled what Corrupted Orcs had done, how one of them had killed Tempest’s partner.

He carried her sarcophagus along with Tempest. For that reason, this base form wasn’t enough.

His aura flared and his armour turned crimson. He looked like death in the form of a huge armoured crimson knight but this was far from the end of it.

Abaddon activated the skill of the existence fused within him and shifted into his first form. A bright light burst out of him and when it died out, in Abaddon’s place stood a fourteen feet tall True Orc.

It had light brown skin, the first of the Orc kind. What Abaddon had transformed into was a Horde Chieftain with four rings in his tusks and one more at his ears. This orc had full white beard cut short and long white hair.

In a race that barely reached fifty, this one surpassed it. Three rings meant forty years with the strength and durability of a progenitor. Four meant the orc was fifty years old, the fifth at the ears meant sixty.

This was an Ancient god ranked being– a Monarch Tier Orc and not just any orc but an Orc Horde Chieftain!

The sight of Abaddon made all the orcs shiver. Corrupted Orcs, blood lusted and battle blinded creatures supposedly immune to fear, felt dread. A Horde Chieftain was one of the epitome of strength, they ruled the Orc world.

The orcs were not the only ones affected, even the members of the cohort felt an unexplainable chill.

Ronald frowned.

Only Saul knew Abaddon wasn’t at that level yet but his potential was in the ranks of ancient gods and he wasn’t far away. The brutal strength of his shifts would be seen today.

Good... the cohort needed a glimpse of his strength.