Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights Chapter 360: Cracks In Space

"Very well then." Godfrey's voice boomed as he suppressed Mor with telekinesis, immobilizing the boss's body before he swung his sword.

Though Mor could not move, his entire form became encased in armor, and his muscles bulged. 'I may not be at the peak of my tier, but I can contend with anyone in this rank because my defense is unbreakable. I cannot be killed!' Mor roared internally.

Godfrey's blade met his neck. It managed to leave a chip but could not penetrate further, yet this minor contact made Mor's eyes widen in shock.

"You damaged my armor?!" Panic flickered in his gaze. If Godfrey could even nick his defenses, then he was a threat that needed to be eliminated with utmost speed. Consequently, with all his strength, Mor whipped his head, intending to impale Godfrey with his horns.

Still airborne, Godfrey released his sword and seized those imposing horns. Slashing would prove ineffective; Mor's armor was virtually impenetrable to such attacks.

A fleeting thought crossed his mind: had the Gate Defender's Guild or any other team lacking at least two or three Titled gods encountered this foe, they would have been annihilated.

Still, it made little difference, as it was him facing the challenge.

His actions were always self-serving, though perhaps...

Well... perhaps that was true.

Who cared, anyway.

His fingers clamped down firmly on Mor's horns. This forceful maneuver was designed either to impale or to hurl him away, but gripping the horns altered the course of events. His weight dragged Mor's head downward, a move the beast hadn't anticipated. That was precisely the opening Godfrey needed.

The instant his feet touched the sand, he slammed Mor's face into the ground and planted a foot on the back of the werewolf's head.

"I shall remember this," he declared.

Mor erupted in madness. He burst from the sand, consumed by a rage that nearly turned his blue eyes crimson, and lunged clawing at Godfrey. His target evaded with practiced ease, repeated evasions pushing Mor into a frenzy.

No one dared approach, as Mor’s attacks were devastatingly destructive to the surrounding environment.

"Come now, is this the extent of a supreme general's power?" Godfrey taunted, flipping over Mor's head. The beast leaped, flinging a hand to seize his face, but Godfrey vanished in the nick of time.

'I recognize this boss's strength, yet it remains a beast driven by unparalleled arrogance, much like many of us. Arrogance is often a byproduct of immense power, though some have shed it. This one, however, backs his boasts with formidable defense, which, truthfully, isn't entirely its own doing. The presence of an ancient god bestowed upon it a form of reinforcement capable of warding off my slashes.'

Godfrey leaned back, observing as Mor's claws narrowly missed the chainmail adorning his neck. This nearly successful strike gave the beast the illusion of having him cornered, only for him to evade once more.

Mor might possess formidable defenses, but his speed lagged significantly. He was not strategizing, merely relying on ingrained instincts like a primal beast. While not entirely ineffective, Godfrey had come to realize that advancement in power often hinges on strategy and adaptability.

He contemplated infusing his sword with elemental energy to pierce Mor, but this would consume a substantial amount of mana—mana he could not afford to squander, as he was the essential power source for all his knights currently engaged in combat. Unless he was absolutely certain such a strike would be fatal to Mor, he hesitated to employ it.

'Ah... I hadn't considered this before.' An idea sparked in his eyes, but Mor was already past its breaking point, driven by desperation.

With immense force, it swung downwards, and this time, the sand erupted as if from a massive explosion. A violent gale blasted outwards, propelling everything for kilometers in every direction. A colossal chasm, stretching kilometers in length and width, materialized, while crimson sand billowed skyward.

Mor scanned its surroundings and detected a slender silhouette not far away. A thick, red fog obscured the area, yet Mor knew it was him. Never had it harbored such intense hatred for anyone as it did for this human.

Or perhaps he was merely an insurmountable pest?

Mor's rage gave way to gnawing doubt. What exactly was this man? What?!

As it growled, Godfrey suddenly moved. One moment he was distant, the next he was close; before Mor could even react, Godfrey stood directly before him.

In contrast to the hulking boss, Godfrey appeared relatively diminutive. Small blue constructs, resembling needles crafted from Toria's flames, materialized in his hands.

It demanded considerable mental focus and precise mana control not only to fashion these needles with such intricate detail that they appeared lifelike but also to sustain them in that state. This was Item Materialization elevated to an extraordinary level, a rare skill employed from the Low Tier to the King Tier during the ancient age of kings.

It was a skill Isolde had strived to master, growing significantly stronger through her pursuit. While it didn't perfectly align with his primary combat style, given his existing arsenal of weapons, it proved indispensable in moments requiring unconventional thinking.

Employing telekinesis, Godfrey launched the needles directly into Mor's eyes, their trajectory unerringly guiding them into the brain, where they ignited a searing burn from within. Flames erupted from the beast's head.

Mor attempted to retaliate but collapsed face-first into the sand.

Godfrey made a gesture with both hands, and the mist obscuring their surroundings vanished. The sight that greeted them was of two armies locked in combat, though victory for Godfrey's side was clearly imminent.

His gaze settled on the fallen boss, observing the formation of a core above its remains. A question surfaced as he surveyed the area: where was the core belonging to the purple gate?

He harbored no doubt that Mountain had discovered a dungeon core within that very gate.

At that precise moment, ten lengthy, skeletal claws, slick with blood, ripped through the void and seized the core as though reality itself were brittle glass. Fractures started to spiderweb across the very fabric of existence; something was forcefully attempting to break through. Could it be... an ancient deity?

A foreboding voice echoed. "I perceive you, and I comprehend your nature, but do you truly grasp mine?" A moment of stillness followed, as if expecting a response. "I shall enlighten you..." The fissures intensified.

"I am your narrative, your destiny... your lamentable end."

And then, the very weave of space fractured irrevocably.