Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights Chapter 369 Ocean's Depths

Isaac abruptly halted, his gaze fixing on the police barricade ahead. A dozen or so individuals, wielding cameras, were engrossed in filming the unfolding chaos behind the officers.

A small contingent of agents was locked in a desperate struggle with a monstrous Skull Spider near a dark, imposing gate. This creature was the most hideous and unnerving sight Isaac had ever encountered, and the agents were barely holding their ground against it.

This is the nature of battles: to the less powerful, they appear chaotic and intense, but to the truly strong, the outcome is already apparent. He could foresee in mere minutes—

not only the demise of these agents but also the policemen and the unsuspecting bystanders filming the scene instead of seeking safety.

The footage would undoubtedly surface online, chronicling their gruesome end. Isaac remained stationary, maintaining a considerable distance from the crowd, his eyes intently studying the spider.

Typically, a spider's vulnerability lies in its soft underbelly, but this beast's body resembled a human skull. Its defense must be its most formidable attribute.

This was precisely why the agents were faltering.

"Aren't you going to defeat it? People are going to die if you don't act soon," Neila's voice cut through the air.

"We've only just emerged from a dungeon, Neila," he retorted.

"Oh, did we? Our first encounter with another spider god, and I had to fight it off and keep you from harm. I've never witnessed you appear so unnerved." She let out a chuckle.

Isaac let out a breath. "I wasn't scared. The spider god we encountered wasn't the true one. I foresaw the potential devastation it could unleash – desolate wastelands overrun by spiders. I saw… you know what? I'm feeling perplexed, weary, and honestly, I'm not in the mood for a fight. You know, I've been pondering, why hasn't Percival returned yet?"

He sighed. "Is he perhaps too enchanted by the undersea world? He's likely mesmerizing those mermaids with his stoic, enigmatic demeanor. Tsk! All I have is you, and my fortune seems to be on a downward spiral."

Neila scoffed. "Who can say? Perhaps you're merely a delectable vessel for every spider god. We all crave a substantial portion of your soul. And as for your companion, perhaps he's currently plummeting to the ocean floor."

She materialized beside him. "Haven't you told me about this before? Your friend might be dead. That could be why he hasn't returned, and you will be too if you refuse to vanquish that creature and ascend in power as swiftly as possible."

"Percival… dead? That's inconceivable," Isaac stated, turning his attention back to the Skull Spider. He retrieved a manhole cover, attached a web-like string to it, swung it around several times, and then let it fly.

The manhole cover executed a perfect vertical arc, slicing through a building before impacting the Skull Spider with considerable force.

The creature faltered, crashing into another structure, blood gushing from its wounds.

"That should suffice. They can manage from here. You possess a sharp tongue, but your pronouncements have never proven accurate. You were convinced Godfrey would lose, only to be utterly astonished into silence. Percival is no different; there's no way he's perished."

***

In the abyssal depths of the ocean, a young man descended, crimson blood emanating from the wounds riddling his chest. He could still perceive his surroundings, though his vision was a mere shadow of its former clarity.

His internal organs were failing.

Percival felt an overwhelming coldness, so profound. He couldn't even register the pain he should have been experiencing at this moment, or was this chilling embrace of oblivion, eternally present to welcome its casualties?

The visages of his mother and sister flickered before his eyes. Their smiles, their expressions of concern, all replayed as he sank further into the ocean's increasingly profound darkness.

'You live with two women, yet you still haven't grasped the power of words upon them.'

'Have you told Isolde,

Not if Isaac was there, ready to throw a wild punch no matter the opponent, and not if Lucy was there, willing to assist in any small way possible.

His companions were present. He felt no regret for not bidding them farewell, as such an act would only inflict sorrow upon them.

It would be far better for them to believe he had ventured into a new realm and, for some inexplicable reason, was unable to return.

He embraced his demise willingly. Initially, it was merely a fleeting moment after his death, but soon, seconds stretched into minutes, minutes evolved into hours, and hours unraveled into days.

Alas… he would have cherished the chance to take that orc down with him. That would have brought a small measure of satisfaction.

As tranquility enveloped the ocean's abyss, elsewhere, upon the watery expanse, ripples began to form.

Three colossal vessels, crewed by orcs, halted their journey and moored themselves to a colossal rock formation that ascended from the sea's surface, piercing the very heavens and brushing against the clouds.

Led by their chieftain, they plunged into the ocean. Empowered by the trident's might, every one of them found they could breathe beneath the waves. They descended slowly, much like stones cast into the sea. The spectacle of dozens of orcs, adorned with formidable weaponry and armor, making their way to the ocean floor was enough to instill terror in any observer.

A considerable distance away, a young maiden with verdant hair, possessing both hands and feet, discovered her younger sister, barely seven years of age and distinguished by a fish tail.

Ariel gently gnawed on her lower lip as she observed her sister frolicking with a shimmering school of small fish amidst the vibrant corals below.