Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights Chapter 339: It Can’t Be

Humans had outgrown these beasts long ago, yet this fresh evolution brought them back—mightier, larger, and fiercer than ever.

People in countryside spots or venturing into woods and peaks prior to the mana shroud that cloaked the globe in shadow found themselves in perilous spots, since their summons could fall short in aiding them.

She had gathered all this info from the web, verified by her folks, yet her worry today shifted elsewhere, with the household tackling a delicate issue that morning.

Aurelia gazed at her brother's typical seat, lips pressed tight. Her mom noticed and glanced toward her spouse.

The man let out a sigh. "We’re looking for him. I know he can’t kill the Pendragon Heiress. Adonis may be too stubborn for his own good, but he won’t kill someone. That’s not the son I raised. I’ve been sending mails to Mr. Arthur and once he approves, I’ll be able to meet him."

He turned to his daughter. "He’ll be back soon."

Aurelia nodded.

"He might be extremely disobedient, but he’s my son," her father muttered.

His wife grasped his hand, offering a gentle smile.

Right then, a ghostly colossus strode right through their entrance. Towering so high, it was forced to stoop. Over twelve feet tall, this entity was wrapped neck to foot in gray bandages, bearing a huge cleaver blade fixed to a slender extended grip. The eight-foot blade was terrifying. Bandages shrouded the handle too.

A gray cowl draped its head, crafted from matching bandage fabric. Its visage was pitch-black and empty, a sheer abyss, yet two eerie white spheres, resembling eyes, glared out, fixing on the three.

Dark vapor seeped from its form, shaping into a man. White locks veiled his eyes, clad in a dark robe with arms folded.

"How weak. Rage doesn’t even need his weapon against you," Jon scowled, raising a finger.

"If you dare unleash your summons, I’ll make sure mine are well fed." Those words sent a shiver through Aurelia.

A Fanatic stood at their threshold, far mightier than any of them. Had her parents tangled with one lately?

"Now, if you don’t want to die, call Adonis."

Aurelia glanced at her parents, who exchanged looks.

"We don’t have his number. I’m telling you the truth—!" The man got cut off as Rage materialized in front of him, a savage wind surging from the abrupt dash. The dining table flew rearward, flinging Aurelia and her mother down while Rage stared into her father’s eyes.

Right before her, it consumed her father’s soul, leaving his empty husk as a rigid stone figure.

"No!!" His wife shrieked at full volume, summoning a massive crocodile. Rage smashed its skull underfoot, seized it, and hurled it through the wall as the woman coughed up blood and dropped to her knees.

As Rage neared the woman, Aurelia cried out. "I’ll call him! I’ll call him ... don’t touch her!"

Jon eyed her.

Aurelia glanced at her mother, trembled, grabbed her phone, and dialed her brother. She’d have alerted the authorities, but this guy would spot it and end her.

Calling her brother was wiser. Snow had vowed to shield her always. Her big brother would arrive and force this Fanatic to plead for mercy, finding none.

Arms shaking, Aurelia phoned Rowana.

***

Her phone’s ring reached Rowana in the bathroom. Midway through, she stayed put and dismissed it.

It must be that creep who kept harassing her.

With the ringing persisting, she grabbed a towel and exited the bathroom. Just as she emerged, the call ended.

Rowana checked her phone, cautious initially, but her eyes widened at multiple missed calls from Aurelia.

Figuring she wouldn’t answer, Aurelia had texted.

’Help me.’

Rowana almost fell over. A dungeon break near their home? Under assault?!

She dashed to the window, peered below, and spotted the boys.

"Adonis!!"

All of them glanced upward.

***

Reaching Jon’s place took time, as Isolde and Godfrey were clueless about it. Upon arrival, Snow noted others already present. The crocodile’s remains signaled the chaos.

Their faces stirred unease in Snow’s chest. Authorities would arrive soon, yet he brushed it off.

Snow charged inside and found his sister Aurelia kneeling in the living room, eyes bulging, hands clutching her phone, now petrified into stone.

Her soul was devoured.

He reflexively attempted to reverse it with black glimmer, to no avail. Snow kept trying, but nothing happened.

Gazing at the stone figure that had been his vibrant sister, Snow sensed his world fall quiet. Sounds faded, the soft wind turned icy.

He spun around and spotted the shattered stone likenesses of his parents strewn across the ground. Etched into the wall were the words: ’You shouldn’t have killed my Isolde. You will feel the pain I felt.’

"Aurelia," Snow murmured as his knees hit the floor hard, tears streaming down his cheeks. Hadn’t he been the one turning folks to stone... was this his penance?

’What do you think I should do about my family? Do you think I should at least meet them? Honestly, it’s been a while.’

His own words echoed back to haunt him.

’Big bro! Show me your butterfly!’ The voice of his sister from their childhood days reverberated in his ears while he started sniffling, eyes reddening and brimming with tears.

’Aren’t you tired of white? Is it because you have white hair? Do you want to be like the snow?’ Her innocent voice echoed again.

Snow doubled over, forehead pressed to the cold floor, sobbing uncontrollably like a little kid. The torment was overwhelming; silent tears were no longer possible.

’Snow? Why’s your sister calling you that? I gave birth to a boy, not a girl!’ His mother’s playful voice resounded in his mind.

Godfrey stiffened at the doorway, lips parted in shock. Isaac, Lucy, and Rowana looked on in horror, while Isolde fixed her eyes on the carved message.

’It can’t be.’

It couldn’t possibly be him... could it?

The inscription fit him too well, but these deaths came from summons wielding powers beyond his own.