Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights Chapter 349: You Lose

’Fanatics... I should have known.’ Creases formed between Godfrey’s eyes and on his nose as his expression twisted.

’They’re all alike, ready to turn into the monsters Cain urged them toward. Our world isn’t just, but this?’

He drew in a deep breath, his Tier 35.2 Titled god muscles swelling while mana surged through his entire frame.

’This is nonsense! I won’t allow it! I won’t permit these sorts to roam free or share my air. I may not rule Earth, but a king remains a king—greater still. No person with morals could stomach what this woman just performed.’

His gaze sharpened.

’It’s utterly barbaric. If she chooses to act like a beast, then I’ll handle her as such.’

Godfrey gritted his teeth.

Miquella perched atop a three-hundred-foot-high wall, resembling a sovereign ready to deliver her verdict.

Her judge stood beside her and dropped its hand.

"Enough!" Godfrey bellowed, summoning the Immortal Armour—not over himself, but behind the executioner.

The armour shaped into a gigantic blade and severed the executioner’s head precisely as it raised its axe.

"One down..."

The Immortal Armour twisted its torso, firing off a barrage of sword beams that carved through the remaining executioners in a whirlwind of slashes.

Instantly after, Godfrey—now freed from his chains—donned the Immortal Armour fully.

"Restrain!" commanded the Judge, summoning a wind pillar that crashed onto Godfrey, its force capable of toppling mountains or shattering parts of them.

Yet Godfrey vaulted upward.

Blue flames erupted from his helmet’s crest, enveloping the plume.

Flames jetted from his palms as he dashed straight up the wall’s surface.

The judge edged toward the brink, compelled to spot its prey—and that gave Godfrey his opening.

The instant the judge peered downward, Godfrey vanished and reappeared.

Recently, he’d realized skills were key treasures, often tipping battles when timed perfectly.

This wasn’t some playground brawl with skill spam. In real fights, one well-placed ability could seal victory.

He materialized directly beneath the Judge, momentum amplified by the teleport.

"For you, I will show no mercy."

A longsword materialized in his grip, and Godfrey slashed it skyward while flashing by the judge.

The judge yearned desperately to pose the query so many of Godfrey’s foes had uttered.

How?

But its head tumbled from the wall.

The whole scene collapsed, returning everyone to the orphanage.

Miquella’s features warped as she staggered.

Godfrey, regaining control too, drove his sword into the floor and charged ahead, fixated on Miquella.

Still encased in the Immortal Armour, he materialized overhead, his stare burning with pure hatred, fists cocked for a strike as his shout echoed.

"No! You dare not fall! I have given no such command."

His punch held such force that it yanked Miquella straight into it!

Upon impact with her face, darkness swallowed Miquella’s world.

She didn’t even register her skull exploding as she hurtled through the wall.

She ripped through the orphanage barriers, two massive structures, before slamming next to a streetlight. Locals nearby scattered in panic, mistaking her for a rampaging creature.

Godfrey teleported repeatedly and landed before her decapitated body, which expanded visibly while aging rapidly in his sight.

He’d slain Miquella’s summon; that ought to revert her to mortal or kill her outright, yet it failed.

Having devoured the Resurrection Plant, Miquella’s summon apparently acquired Resurrection as a skill.

Could Fanatics pull that off?

Devour summons and steal their core abilities?

Whether they could or couldn’t was irrelevant now, since he lacked knowledge of the summon’s lifespan.

She might revive endlessly for all he knew.

Noting his expression, Miquella cackled wildly.

"You lose."

She activated Eclipsal State in a flash, surging to Titled god power.

Her form shifted, elongating as her attire transformed, a fabric binding her eyes.

"Godfrey Pendragon, I hereby—!"

"One..."

Godfrey smashed his palm over her mouth, hoisting her before cratering her into the earth with force that nearly buckled surrounding building bases—without even full power.

"I’m not the one who lost. You did."

Godfrey channeled mana into the blue flames from his palms, shifting them to purple.

Miquella’s Eclipsal State body peeled away in charred layers from the sheer inferno!

"Wait, wait, what is that... Argghh!"

She shrieked while he unleashed the flames upon her.

It reduced Miquella to scant ashes, draining one of his cores!

Producing that purple flame consumed a massive amount of mana. Little wonder the Phoenix exhausted its mana so rapidly.

Godfrey remained standing, gazing at the spot where Miquella had stood moments before.

As he scanned the area, he realized he might have lost control.

Yet how could a mother... commit such an atrocity?

Even now, Godfrey struggled to form an adequate reply, but the hour drew near when he would eradicate those Fanatics.

He'd pursue them relentlessly and obliterate them completely. They formed the bedrock of Cain’s power.

With them eliminated, Cain’s strength would plummet dramatically.

Returning to the orphanage, Godfrey discovered the old man clinging to life... just barely.

He dashed to his side.

"D... Did you...."

"I did." Godfrey replied swiftly, refusing to let the old man complete his words. "Let me absorb the damage; it’s far too feeble to harm me."

The old man consented, and Godfrey activated Grief Transfer to draw the old man’s injuries into himself. It was nothing short of a miracle that the old man endured, since Godfrey had assumed him dead long ago.

He would have perished without Grief Transfer, that Progenitor Tier skill.

Godfrey moved from one injured orphan to the next, applying the same healing.

In an orphanage such as this, Sarah’s burial was arranged with haste.

Godfrey stayed present for every moment, as Mountain dug the grave with his own hands.

Standing amid the children during the funeral drove home a vital lesson to Godfrey.

He needed to prepare even more rigorously for the Ruination, lest he suffer greater losses.

At least this time, he managed to contain the devastation.

Just imagine the agony when he could only stand powerless, watching all perish... his beloved ones included.

Purging these dungeons had always been the sacred duty of the Pathan knights.

Now, they had finally arrived.

Now, the king fought alongside them.

What held them back from sealing these gates—which could now be closed and were growing fiercer by the day?

The time had come to rally every noble knight for an epic raid.