Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights Chapter 342: Legends Of The Golden Order Knights (1)

A brilliant swirl of blue light from the gate blazed intensely, lighting up the street. For more than a week, it had lingered in the road's center, now protected by officers on guard to prevent anyone from entering by mistake or foolishly risking their luck.

This was one of countless dungeons that had emerged, yet the goblin dungeon faced little concern once evaluated and identified as a Saint Tier dungeon.

Danger lurked in Saint Tier dungeons; they posed District Tier hazards, but handling them proved simple enough, particularly against tiny foolish goblins.

One officer, nursing hot coffee against the chilly night, stepped away from his four companions, passed the barricade, and positioned himself several meters from the blue portal.

Near the barricade by the gate, an officer in protective equipment stood beside a massive blue-shelled tortoise, vigilantly observing.

Confirming the lone King Tier's gaze upon him, the officer's tense shoulders eased.

"When will those guild fighters clear this dungeon? It's sat untouched for four days—nothing's predictable these days. Folks live nearby, for heaven's sake. A dungeon break would be a nightmare."

His eyes narrowed as he grumbled.

"Save it, Liam. Pagoda Guild purchased this dungeon. They hold full rights to raid it at their pace for the next four months," the leader replied from behind the barricade.

"It's merely a goblin dungeon. Officials cleared it before, finding only goblins inside. Gauge tablet readings remain steady—no irregularities, no breakout risk, no cause for alarm."

"Why do rookies get so jumpy?" one officer asked his partner, who merely shrugged.

"Fresh on the force, probably. Oath to safeguard lives leaves nerves on edge."

Liam glanced at them, eyed the glowing blue gate, then walked beyond the barricade.

Atop a two-story office building shuttered for the night perched a presence undetectable by the officers—not even the King Tier tortoise or its summoner noticed it.

Lysander occupied an icy throne, head bowed low, clutching his ornate broad axe's handle with both hands like in solemn prayer.

He waited patiently.

For what, exactly?!

As Liam took a few steps past the barricade's edge, the vivid blue radiance that had bathed the area suddenly faded away.

Streetlights alone pierced the darkness. Startled, Liam whirled around to find the blue gate transformed into a churning black vortex.

'A dungeon break!'

Liam yanked his pistol free in a flash, training it on the gate as the leader grabbed his phone to alert headquarters. Relying on Pagoda Guild was no longer feasible.

First out stumbled a bald, big-nosed, green-skinned, scrawny creature clad in ragged loincloth secured by rope around its gaunt hips.

Red eyes flashing with killing rage, it brandished a rough knife—until a bullet tore through the center of the goblin's forehead.

Smoke curled from Liam's gun barrel.

It toppled forward. Instantly, a horde of goblins surged forth.

The tortoise erected a shimmering blue shield over the yellow-and-red wooden barricade. Goblins turned into easy marks for the shooting officers, who felled nearly two dozen.

"That all?" Liam arched a brow, breathing hard. The night's chill vanished; adrenaline from the gunfire set his veins ablaze.

"Far from it. Those were just the goblins nearest the gate. More are coming—warn the residents to flee. We'll hold the line till backup arrives. Pray it's before the boss shows. My last clip of special Lord Tier rounds won't dent a Saint Tier." The leader clapped Liam's shoulder.

Liam scanned about, spotting residents peering from windows. Some sealed shutters, doused lights, and hid; others observed eagerly, buoyed by the goblin slaughter they'd witnessed.

Liam prepared to dash off when harsh chain-dragging noises halted him. His gaze snapped to the black gate.

Such hefty chains seemed mismatched for puny goblins. Liam faced his leader, noting the man's baffled expression.

His heart plummeted.

As the racket intensified, the leader bolted to his car, flung open the door, and checked the gauge tablet. Eyes bulging at 17.4, he froze.

"That's a Divine Tier monster," he choked out, voice thick with dread and disbelief.

The remaining four officers, leader excluded, trembled. Then they spotted scores of goblins hauling enormous chains, gripping the thick links two-handed.

More than twenty goblins gripped the first chain, while another twenty clutched the second chain, twenty more seized the third, and the final twenty hauled the fourth.

All eighty goblins strained to drag those hefty chains. A deep, rumbling bellow echoed from the gate.

Officers fired upon the goblins, yet the creature they towed loomed right behind the gate, its colossal shadow hanging over them like looming doom.

Emerging forth was a gigantic Cyclops with its head encased in metal. A war beast bristling with countless sharp metal spikes jutting from its frame.

Instead of turning toward them, the Cyclops stared up at the two-storey building, where Lysander perched on the rooftop's edge, an axe clutched in one hand.

Softly, the runes shimmered with glow.

Already entered into Black-Out State, he wielded a strength of 17.5, his icy white eyes radiating like twin moons through his helmet’s eye slits.

Emitting a savage roar, the Cyclops propelled its enormous bulk forward. It batted a police car aside, barreling straight toward Lysander like a rampaging war machine.