Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights

Chapter 236: Mad Progenitor

After two days of rest, Snow watched Isolde walk into what looked like an arena. The summoner weakening the beasts locked behind thick metal doors deactivated his summon’s ability, and a strange silence descended.

Snow wasn’t the only one watching. Arthur was here, so was his wife, the elders, and a few others. Of course, the only reason they allowed him in all these was because he had decided to join Isolde in this deadly mission.

While Arthur and his wife would attend the meeting and do their best to handle the attention of the general audience, the two of them would slip in to Mr. Manhattan’s office after his speech.

The next thing after Mr. Manhattan’s speech was well detailed information on the current state of the world pertaining to dungeon outbreaks.

A loud sound echoed, and Snow’s attention returned. He saw one of the thick metal doors had a huge dent, and what followed were blue flames, melting the hinges and launching the door a couple metres away.

A black dragon with red stripes emerged. Other doors came down, and dragons came out of all six of them. Although the wings of these dragons had been cut off, it didn’t reduce the threat of six Saint Tier dragons. Combined, they could take out a Divine Tier creature, even if it was at the cost of their lives.

’So they want to check her current strength. I don’t know why, but it seems as if the Pendragon family has abandoned the route of a summoner depending on their summon to a summon becoming fuel for a summoner’s strength.’ Snow narrowed his eyes.

Just then, the dragons breathed torrents of flames at Isolde. The flames met and blazed high, but Isolde wasn’t there.

Snow’s eyes gleamed. “I couldn’t follow her.” His heart pounded as a dragon fell, its massive head completely decapitated.

Isolde stood by its side, holding a spear with blades at both ends.

The spearheads were made from purple crystal, which had Nyx’s abilities. Its Ascendant skill of nullifying defence, a skill that gave it an advantage over creatures, allowed the spear to slice through the dragon’s scales with an uncomfortable ease.

It was almost like cutting butter. Seeing that happen to one of the world’s toughest beasts could make one’s legs grow weak by each ticking second.

Isolde exhaled a frosty air as her eyes gleamed, but this time with a violet color. A gray image of the two dragons by her left and right, boxing her in for the third to breathe flames, flashed in her eyes.

The moment that scene flashed, she saw the dragons on her left and right moving toward her with great speed.

Isolde launched her spear; the impact of collision threw up the head of the third dragon and pinned it to the wall.

She slammed her feet into the ground, forcing ice spikes several meters large to protrude from the ground, killing the dragons on her left and right side.

The last one dropped to the ground, lowering its head.

“She made a dragon bow? Hmm. Seems fitting for the dragon heiress.” Snow raised an eyebrow. He could see it. Isolde, on her own, was equal to an Origin Tier summon.

Her choices had been either gain access to her first summon or push the mutation of her two summons through the first.

At least, it was a success. She had made declarations to the public and was now an Origin Tier.

This way, there was a hundred percent success rate on being accepted for the meeting. For no reason would she be rejected…at the very least.

When Isolde left the fighting platform, she turned to Snow after conversing with her family.

“It’s tomorrow,” Snow said.

“I’ll be there. If Cain is exposed, the entire Association of Origins will turn against him,” Isolde said.

“What if they don’t?”

“They do or they don’t. I’ll expose him, and I’ll make sure the entire world knows of it. I don’t care if they listen or not; they can’t completely erase my words,” Isolde replied firmly.

Seeing Snow’s conflicted expression, Isolde brought him to an open space outside and came back with a painting.

“I painted this yesterday,” she showed Snow.

Snow raised an eyebrow. The painting was quite vivid but confusing at the same time. It Mr. Manhattan in a dark background with four lights like faces around him.

“What’s this?”

“I don’t know, but there’s something we need to find out from Cain, or we’ll remain pawns. Only when we uncover his secrets can we have a fair fight,” Isolde told him with a soft but firm tone.

“You’re right. His secrets are his main strength. Rip it open, and we might finally know what exactly we’re fighting,” Snow agreed.

“Tomorrow it is.”

***

Two figures stood, a hundred feet between them. The earth beneath their feet was filled with grass; mountains, valleys, and hills covered with snow were around them.

Adam fused with his summon, the monkey king, looked at the shadow demon god, who had black shadowy tendrils for hair.

He was ten feet tall, skin black as night, with black mist billowing out of him. The shadow demon’s nose was like a lion’s, and his orange eyes glowed brightly.

“Monkey…” His voice rumbled.

“Shhhh! Who are you calling monkey?” Adam scowled.

The shadow demon god squinted. “You killed a young progenitor I was grooming. For that, I have sent legions to your world, and believe me, I will take it soon.”

The monkey king lifted an eyebrow. “So? It’s been a hundred years since I’ve been there,” he said. For a moment, the monkey king’s golden eyes flickered with emotions.

Adam recalled how his wife and child were devoured by a beast right before his very eyes. He watched, his legs crushed, as the two souls he cherished more than anything in the entire world were taken from him.

The pain went deep into his soul. Till date, he couldn’t forget it.

And that was the reason, everything that wasn’t human… dies.

The monkey king’s eyes became fiery as he pulled out a tiny needle that grew into a staff before swinging the staff over his shoulder.

With this staff and his summon, Adam had gone through dungeon gates into different worlds, destroying them one after the other, and for that reason, he was named the World Destroying Paragon and now… the Mad Progenitor.

With a smirk, the monkey king stomped the ground, grew several times larger and gained a stone-like skin pulsing with fiery light.

“You shall be the first god I’ll kill,” the monkey king smirked, revealing his sharp canines.

“What are you waiting for? Come!”