Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights

Chapter 382: At Each Other’s Throats

Saul had introduced a new skill called Customization. It reduced the need for Orion’s crafts to be of an equal or higher rank than the summon for it to work.

Customization allowed the summoner to clothe the summon with any armour or weapon he or she wanted. Whatever change they made would become permanent until they decided they wanted something else.

This was the kind of skill Orion had, but his was painless, and since his tier wasn’t able to catch up to the age of Progenitors and gods, Customization swiftly replaced him. Unfortunately, the sensation of engraving armour onto a summon was no different from engraving metal to the soul, and the pain was unbearable to most.

However, Arnold and Alora had clearly customized their summons despite the drawbacks.

Alora’s summon, Lora, flickered and reappeared on the mezzanine. ”We were given an order. I have no idea why you haven’t attacked him.” Alora’s Insect Knight’s greatsword gleamed with silvery light while her summoner spoke.

”Are you for us or against us?” She asked.

”Does it matter?” Godfrey’s voice rang. His breath brushed against her ear. Goosebumps burst forth from Alora’s body as she had no idea when Godfrey suddenly appeared behind her.

Arnold and Nathan reacted at the same time she activated Exchange. They planned to box him in but Godfrey gently touched her clothes and exchanged alongside her.

She appeared on the mezzanine, but he was still behind her. Her eyes widened to the limit.

Arnold unleashed a blood swordsman who appeared mid-air, right behind Godfrey, but something swooshed past Godfrey, grabbed the blood swordsman’s head, and slammed it into the ground.

The concrete floor gave way, and Percival crashed onto the ground floor with blood coating the rubble and forming a pool.

Alora had already fused with her summon. Nathan’s Zombie Panda charged at Percival, while Alora, who was now fused with her summon, was above Godfrey, aiming to pierce her sword through him.

He had been strangely passive, even the blue haired one had that same expression.

Were they not even serious?!

She would show him that he made a grave mistake.

Arnold’s Omen summoned five blood spears. Godfrey and Percival ignored the threat before them and glanced at Arnold’s Omen.

”Stop.”

A deep voice rang from a small swirling mass in the air. The Zombie Panda forced itself to a stop, its claws were just above Percival’s head.

Alora had to sprout wings Godfrey never knew she had to ensure she didn’t reach him. To think they would do all in their power to stop themselves mid-attack.

Their respect for Saul was either too great or they feared him.

The swirling mass grew bigger and bigger until it was big enough for a man to walk through. Godfrey jumped down and walked past Percival as he and the others could see Saul’s silhouette behind the portal.

He was standing. All of a sudden, Saul burst out like a missile, throwing a punch at Godfrey.

Godfrey saw the blow the moment Saul came out of the portal. His calm expression changed as his eyebrows creased, and his hand folded into a fist. He drew his own fist back and threw a punch.

Godfrey did not want to know why Saul would throw a punch first; they might have been born to stand on opposite sides.

His birth was a threat to Saul’s hold on power.

A massive gale gathered like a vacuum, and in the next moment, there was an explosion that caused a massive rift.

The concrete floor split open, and the split grew so wide it became a rift. The building also split into two and slanted, threatening to fall at any moment.

But Godfrey’s fist and Saul’s fist never touched. There was something in between them, the being that absorbed the impact of their blows. It was Ronald’s bear, curled into what looked like a tire.

Saul’s eyes went to Ronald, who stood on one side of the pit, which was now wrecked. Lots of people were gathering as the sound of a building crumbling was loud enough to attract them.

Facing Ronald’s cold gaze, Saul tilted his head. ”I never knew you were hiding this sort of strength.” Saul said, then looked at Godfrey as Ronald retrieved his summon.

”If I see you here again, I will kill you.”

He had tried to bring Godfrey over to his side, yet publicly, Godfrey rejected his extended arm and declared himself one with no affiliation.

For that, he had no place in paradise anymore.

”Am I supposed to be frightened by that? You don’t own paradise and, besides, everyone is allowed to join the cohort and enter the tournament. Your words, not mine.” Godfrey replied.

Saul forced a smile. ”If you dare rejoin this cohort, I will kill you. If you remain in paradise, I will kill you, and your mother will still have to work for the cohort while mourning you.”

”What did you say?” Both Godfrey and Ronald cocked their heads, eyes gleaming dangerously. Their aura rose to deadly levels, and Saul matched it.

All three of them had touched the peak of Titled God Tier; they could perceive it.

”I would think twice if I were you.” Percival’s aura rose. The air around him rippled, forcing his hair to flutter as his eyes unleashed a piercing gleam.

Arnold, Nathan, and Alora prepared themselves.

Seven Titled gods were at each other’s throats.

Saul chuckled. ”I’ve faced worse. You’ve lost your chance.” He clenched his fists. ”It would have been better if you were before Cain than me. His fanatics threaten the place you came from. You fled from a devil and met an angel who isn’t on your side.”

Saul smirked. ”Oh, you’ve come to the worst place possible. You can negotiate with the devil, maybe offer an equivalent exchange, but an angel? There is no after.”

”That might be true, but you’re a far cry from an angel.” Godfrey scoffed. ”And who said I fled?”

Just then, space cracked, and Gabriel appeared, massive wings spread out. The feathers of his wings were white and gold.

His long golden hair fluttered as his golden eyes gazed down on them.

”It’s the Watchman’s angel!” Everyone gasped as a sudden pressure fell on them. What they stared at wasn’t mortal but an existence above it.