Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights Chapter 357: The One Who Stands Before You

Before venturing further, he paid a visit to Jon’s residence. Isolde had aided in its location, prompting his decision to check on it.

Upon arrival, a warm and welcoming home was revealed, with Jon’s parents bustling about. Godfrey observed them from an opposite rooftop, their domestic scene etched into his memory.

So, Jon possessed a loving family who cared for him, yet he abandoned such warmth to walk a shadowed path.

Multiple times, Godfrey introspected, recalling his childhood aspirations of emulating his father’s heroic stature. He questioned if he had truly become a hero, if his dream was realized.

The honest answer was a disheartening no. A true hero possessed unwavering determination, standing firm in their beliefs even as all else crumbled. This resolve, he realized, was something he lacked.

This world had shattered him, plunging him into despair. Yet, his loved ones had been his anchor, their support lifting him from the abyss of madness, bringing a smile back to his face. Jon, too, had this solace.

Nothing could excuse Jon’s actions! That ungrateful wretch had a family but chose to embrace depravity.

‘Jon… I implore you, pray. Pray that I don’t find you before Snow does, for I will continue to conquer dungeons, growing stronger by any means necessary. Whatever Cain did to enhance you, I hope he did more. That’s my counsel.’

Godfrey’s gaze intensified.

‘Because when we inevitably meet, it will mark the direst day for one of us. Rest assured, it will not be for me. I will undertake every measure to ensure that outcome.’

He scaled a sand dune, the intense desert wind buffeting him. An endless expanse of red sand stretched before him, dunes constantly reshaped by the shifting currents.

‘Even in my darkest times, I still protect others and clear dungeons. Yet, this world, my own race, views me with the utmost contempt. I understand they are misled, but are the masses truly so oblivious? Despite their animosity, I persevere, not for their approval, not for those unseeing, ungrateful souls, but for my own sake. It’s deeply painful when one’s actions are misrepresented, especially when there were genuine intentions to save lives. That period of hope was fleeting, making the current reality even harsher.’

He reached the summit of the dune.

‘But I will press on, for those I hold dear and for the unfortunate souls scattered across the globe. My own origins were humble, a beginning where my mere existence caused distress to my mother. My destiny is intertwined with this land; I must fight to ascend.’

Perched atop the dune, the strong wind whipped his hoodie back, revealing his golden hair that danced in the breeze.

‘There is little that can be altered now. One day, in a moment of weakness, those lurking in the shadows will surface. The Mana Tree might empower someone driven by the ambition to slay me and claim glory. Even if it doesn’t, humanity’s insatiable greed will prevail.’ Godfrey summoned a longsword, his neck cracking audibly.

‘Slaying me would grant them the most significant power boost imaginable. That is one reason I can never falter. I will not cease my efforts until I become uncontainable, transcending all known limits. That is my sole objective, and I will not be deterred. No, not even this ominous purple gate will halt my progress. I will reaffirm this until my final breath or the attainment of my goal.’

His Black-Out eyes blazed as he surveyed the legion arrayed on the red plains below. They were several hundred meters distant.

Before him lay a phalanx of bizarre creatures, awaiting their next victims. Among them were vehicles, mangled remnants of those captured earlier, with no sign of their occupants.

These beings were werewolves, yet unlike any encountered before. Standing at least eight feet tall, some soared to twelve feet. Their most peculiar feature was a single horn emerging from their foreheads, reminiscent of a stag that had lost an antler. Their bodies were covered in black fur, interspersed with black and red bone plates that seamlessly formed armor. These plates reinforced their claws, extending them into formidable gauntlets.

They were a fusion of fur and bone, hardened as if forged from steel.

These bony protrusions extended down their digitigrade legs to their thighs, also reinforcing their long, powerful arms. A faint red luminescence pulsed from them, yet their eyes, belonging to these dark, clearly demon-infused werewolves, glowed an icy blue.

Behind this host of nearly ten thousand werewolves stood a considerably larger specimen. It possessed a lengthy, dragon-like tail, also armored with bone plates resembling massive scales. Two imposing horns curved backward from its head like a crescent moon before tilting skyward. These horns emanated a soft red glow.

This formidable entity was undoubtedly the boss, a chimera and a monster of demigod status. It let out an enraged growl. ‘When will you send more?!’ Its blue eyes radiated a chilling coldness.

Godfrey scowled.

The creature craved a massive influx of prey to devour. The flesh of humans was exquisitely palatable to these beings, inciting a desire for a vast multitude to feast upon.

’I know humans can be incredibly infuriating, even intolerable at times. However… I am also human, and I refuse to stand by and watch this any longer.’

"Enough has been sent. You simply haven't witnessed it yet," Godfrey responded.

The boss flashed a grin, revealing his sharp fangs. "Is that so? The one you face is a general, a supreme general who has annihilated countless foes, so many that I stopped counting after three hundred thousand. And you dare to mock me? I see but a single man before me!"

A sharp glint flashed through the werewolf's eyes.

"I must admit, that's an impressive number. You are truly exceptional—!"

"Flattery won't save you," the werewolf retorted, its grin widening significantly. While it appeared to be a smile, the boss was clearly reaching his breaking point.

Godfrey arched an eyebrow, a dry amusement flickering in his gaze. "Flattery? You are gravely mistaken. If I were to introduce myself in the same manner you did, then the one standing before you, beast... is a king."

Multiple dazzling diagrams materialized, and his noble knights, precisely eight of them, materialized. Their cloaks billowed as their golden armor shone brilliantly.