Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights Chapter 346: Legends Of The Golden Order Knights (5)

The lead Fey Archer pulled back, darting from tree to tree as the remaining five trained their arrows on Mountain, who gradually hoisted his hammer. Blood trickled down the steel in thick, ponderous droplets.

He breathed out deeply, clenching his shield tighter. In that empowered state, he operated at low Throne Tier level, fueled by borrowed power, and after it ended, summoning him again would take time.

Mountain paid it no mind.

Raising his shield high, he barreled toward the five Fey Archers, churning up sand and turf with every stride, until they unleashed their arrows.

Moments before the arrows slammed into Mountain’s shield, they erupted into massive roots as thick as a man's thigh—some even thicker—and expanded wildly.

Instantly, five enormous trees sprouted with Mountain right in the center.

Trapped and bound by those heavy roots that swiftly formed trunks and sprouted leaves on their branches, he found himself immobilized.

The Fey Archers had adapted.

Fearing their strikes against that shield would bounce back at them, they quickly switched to a skill immune to reflection.

Mountain growled as the roots squeezed him fiercely, nearly choking him and denting his armor. The metal creaked from the strain.

Another Cry of Anguish shattered the roots, letting him surge forward once more, yet the Fey Archers anticipated it.

Every one of the five loosed arrows skyward, where they flowered open and exploded.

A pale green mist instantly blanketed the area, enveloping the woods in an eerie veil.

Convinced the Cry of Anguish drained a hefty chunk of mana, they figured he'd deploy it against this follow-up ability.

Mountain caught the whistling of arrows slicing the air.

Each impact with the soil birthed a new tree.

The Fey Archers kept firing until trees crowded around him thickly. Amid the dense grove, Mountain remained.

Charging through was no longer feasible.

He resolved to slay every single one right there.

Closing his eyes, he honed his senses and readied for assault.

Moments dragged on.

Silence blanketed everything.

Peace hung in the air, until a Fey Archer emerged from a tree trunk.

Bowless, the Archer wielded a dagger instead.

Its wooden hilt paired with a blade that gleamed like honed obsidian.

As Mountain reacted to that Archer, a second plummeted onto him from above.

Roots exploded from the earth, snaring his weapons and yanking them down, while the final Archer struck from the rear.

At that instant, Mountain released his grip on his weapons.

They anticipated he'd yank them back, allowing the Fey on top to drive the dagger into his neck.

Resisting the pull would leave a brief opening for the Fey to strike unhindered, but Mountain's choice ruined their scheme.

His massive gauntleted fist seized the Fey overhead and crushed it into the dirt, kicking up a massive dust cloud. A deafening crash shattered the quiet.

That single action broke the Fey Archer’s neck.

Shock widened its eyes as the head lolled unnaturally.

The rest closed in on Mountain, blades flashing.

He lunged for his shield and hammer-axe, sparking hope in their eyes, but suddenly black roots erupted from below, coiling around their legs.

Hoisting them upside down into the air, it left them helpless as Mountain’s hammer-axe descended ruthlessly.

In one fluid swing, both Fey Archers’ heads exploded.

The surviving pair froze in horror.

All this time, this knight had mimicked their powers!

Spotting this twist, they fled at once, but Mountain refused to release them.

“You took the life of a child!” His booming voice reverberated through the woods as tree branches ensnared one Fey.

He could only watch as the axe blade of the hammer-axe tore into his chest, shredding straight through!

The final one phased through a tree and escaped reach.

It bolted at top speed, but Mountain’s thunderous pursuit—unnaturally swift for his bulk—filled the Fey Archer with dread. The woods quaked under his advance.

“I will take...” Mountain’s wrathful roar echoed as he accelerated, shielding himself against a tree before vaulting skyward.

The Fey Archer assumed the collision had slowed him, yet shadow engulfed it abruptly.

Puzzled, the fleeing Fey eased its pace and glanced up.

Looming overhead was the colossal black knight, golden eyes burning into its very essence.

“...your life!” Mountain thundered as the hammer-axe smashed down, slicing the Fey effortlessly and crashing to earth with the force of a boulder plummeting from great heights. The ground quaked from the impact.

Mountain closed his eyes, heaving with effort.

Whoosh!

At the final instant, he shifted his head, letting an arrow scrape along his helmet's cheekplate.

Arrows from the lesser archers he could evade promptly, yet this one proved unique.

His gaze fixed upon the approaching Chief Fey Archer, its leaf-cloak billowing in the wind.

Mountain flung his shield toward the Chief Fey.

The shield whirled through the air at tremendous velocity, but the boss dropped to his knees, gliding underneath as it passed overhead.

In the midst of his slide, the boss snatched an arrow from his quiver and loosed it.

Then a second one.

Followed by yet another.

Mountain smashed the initial arrow using his hammer-axe.

The next sailed past his shoulder, while the third failed to breach his chest plate, exploding upon impact with his armor.

Still, arrows kept raining down.

Facing a barrage of projectiles, Mountain bellowed fiercely and barreled ahead.

He vaulted forward, bringing his hammer-axe crashing down, though the boss dodged aside, cloak flapping while he nocked his bow and fired point-blank.

Mountain snatched the arrow aimed at his eye, but it had burrowed slightly, ruining the eye without slaying him. Agony blazed like liquid flame within his visor.

With a pained and furious grunt, Mountain lashed out with his hammer-axe at the boss, who seemed to foresee the strike, leaping up to plant a foot delicately on the axe blade.

Less than a second remained for the axe to finish its arc, yet within that fleeting interval, the boss drew a crimson-tipped arrow, launching it at Mountain’s shoulder during a backward flip.

Midair, it expanded, punching straight through Mountain’s right pauldron!

The tiny arrow had transformed into spear length, sprouting roots that burrowed into the earth, nearly toppling Mountain.

Roaring thunderously, Mountain surged onward, disregarding his useless arm and the dropped hammer-axe.

The boss never saw it coming.

Upon landing, Mountain loomed right there, upon him.

The boss’s eyes bulged as Mountain’s headbutt cratered the ground, sending him skidding into a tree that splintered, flinging him skyward. The very forest shuddered from the impact.

After demolishing more trees, a sturdy branch with a pointed end sprouted from one, impaling the boss upon collision.

A gaping wound ripped open in the Chief Fey Archer’s chest.

The boss glanced down at the injury, seized the branch, yanked free, and crumpled to his knees.

Vines started weaving his chest back together when Mountain’s massive gauntleted fist seized his head, smashing it onto that piercing branch.

Panting heavily, Mountain retreated two paces, staring at the impaled Chief Fey Archer’s lifeless body.

No recovery possible from such a strike.

Mountain, however, healed by imitating the Chief Fey Archer’s astonishing regeneration ability.

His shoulder mended, though one eye stayed shut.

Perhaps time was needed, or death itself to restore that sight.

Mountain had no answers, yet his enemies lay slain now.

There he remained, unyielding against collapse.

His towering figure dominated the vibrant, verdant forest.

In this place, he embodied metal.

He embodied war.

And at last... triumph.

The Defender stood unbroken, ascending anew. Awakening had come to him and his order alike. Invaders, take heed—the Men of Gold walked the living world once more, poised this time to vanquish the Ruination.

Mountain scowled at the fallen boss before pivoting, spotting a distant glow.

Step by deliberate step, he advanced to discover a dungeon core.

Dropping to one knee, he seized it.

"My King..."

"Use it." Godfrey emerged, positioning himself behind Mountain.

One hand rested on his shoulder.

"I’m impressed."

Mountain absorbed the core, his aura surging until it peaked at the King Tier's summit.

’I sensed his mana consumption, I had to come. I know I sent my knights out to take care of dungeons and grow stronger, but I don’t want any of them to die. From what I’ve seen, Mountain’s potential is immense, his actual unit is also locked away too.’

Godfrey let out a sigh.

"Let’s take her back."

Mountain gave a nod, and together they returned to Sarah’s body site, only to find a nineteen-year-old girl clad in nine-year-old’s garb, sprawled unconscious. The scene froze them in place.

Godfrey and Mountain exchanged glances.

Godfrey felt no doubt.

From the girl emanated a Titled god Tier aura.

A nine-year-old at Titled god Tier!

Unbeknownst to him, her summon—the Resurrection Plant, a botanical entity—revived her upon every death, aging her body by ten years each time.

"She’s not dead." Godfrey declared, lifting her into his arms.

‘She resembles my mother so much—a summoner whose summon channels every attribute into the Recovery Factor. Factors like Offence, Trick, and Defence simply don’t exist for it.’

A violet portal materialized, and they passed through it.

Godfrey stepped out cradling a mature green-haired girl in his arms, Mountain following closely behind, as the children and old man watched in awe.

"Sarah!"

The kids swarmed around Godfrey, who instantly realized they knew about her summon’s power and that the orphanage had concealed it.

"I assume you’re the summoner." The old man stated, gently wiping his teary eyes before offering a soft smile.

"Thank you."

Next, he faced Mountain.

"You safeguarded a young child. My judgment of you was spot on."

Mountain emitted a grunt—a deep rumble that hinted at profound relief.