Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights Chapter 372 This World Belongs To Us

With a powerful roar and fierce intensity, Levi asserted its dominance, prompting Percival to summon King. His summoned humanoid figure possessed long, azure hair, subtly pointed ears, and a sculpted physique. However, his skin shimmered with a blue hue reminiscent of the ocean, and delicate scales traced their way up his muscular arms, extending to the sides of his neck.

He was adorned with metal arm guards, sturdy ironclad boots, and scale armor covering his legs, complemented by a simple loincloth. King stood with his arms crossed, levitating before Percival.

His appearance suggested less of a mere seafolk and more of an entity intrinsically bound to the boundless tides. The sheer magnitude of his presence was so immense it verged on absolute terror.

"The power surging within me is beyond anything I could have ever conceived. I don't feel like a demigod; I feel as though we are something far greater, much more," King declared, spreading his arms wide and gazing at his own hands.

A faint smile touched Percival's lips. "We should count ourselves fortunate to still draw breath." With those words, he propelled himself upward, shattering the ocean's surface and landing squarely on Levi's robust back.

He cast his gaze towards the brilliant heavens and the radiant sun. "I'm alive. It feels like it's been an age." Percival crouched, dipping his palm into the cool water, a subtle smirk playing on his lips.

"I've missed this."

Everything appeared breathtakingly beautiful – the sky, the vast ocean, even its mysterious depths. He felt an earnest desire to safeguard this very beauty.

Consequently, that formidable orc and its entire horde needed to be annihilated. A gleam entered his eyes, and an image of an island materialized in his mind. Numerous ships were encircling it, with a wide-open space dotted with tents and busy orcs milling about.

Percival's gaze turned steely as he stood upright. Levi shifted, bringing its head close enough for Percival to make a swift leap onto its imposing form.

He positioned himself as if poised at the starting line of a race, took a deep breath, and issued a single, decisive command.

"Move."

With a mighty bellow, the leviathan surged forward, unleashing colossal waves in its wake. Percival guided it through telepathic commands, the pair traversing the ocean and creating such a profound disturbance that even colossal predators fled for safety miles away.

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"Bu zish laka nuah la!" An orc among a gathered group exclaimed, their attention fixed on a seafolk bound to two pillars, his tail dangling idly. The elder orc berated a much younger warrior who had failed to strike the seafolk.

It was evident the seafolk still possessed sufficient vigor to evade the blow. The younger orc discarded the spear and charged at the captive, unleashing potent strikes that drew blood.

As the young orc seized the seafolk's head, preparing to drive his knee into it, a restraining hand from one of the elder orcs pulled him back.

He stumbled onto the sand. Then, the older orcs gestured towards the discarded spear.

With a grunt, the younger orc retrieved the spear and charged again, but something in his peripheral vision compelled him to halt abruptly.

It was a colossal wave, an incomprehensibly massive wall of water soaring over a hundred meters high! The sight froze the orcs in place, while the seafolk began to emit a low chuckle.

"Your final moments have arrived," he declared, his voice laced with potent animosity. It wasn't just the orcs near the shore; those within the camp also witnessed the approaching deluge, causing everyone to cease their activities instantaneously.

A resonant, calm, yet commanding voice echoed. "This world belongs to us," Percival proclaimed, his voice reverberating across the entire island.

His piercing white eyes emerged from the towering wave just before the leviathan itself breached the surface. Its colossal head alone was enough to shatter all courage.

Orcs, renowned for their formidable strength and unwavering bravery, were instantly paralyzed by sheer terror. The sheer scale of this creature seemed to dwarf the entire island.

In excess of ten thousand orcs stared at the leviathan with wide, unblinking eyes. At the island's very foundation, King pressed his hand firmly against the bedrock. With a powerful grunt, he forced it apart.

A fissure snaked upwards, and what began as a small crack rapidly expanded, growing larger and larger until the island itself began to split. One section tilted and sank as King relentlessly drove his power into the foundation.

As countless orcs were plunged into the churning ocean, King turned his attention to the next task.

Utter pandemonium erupted within the encampment. One orc charged desperately towards Conquest, throwing a wild punch, only for Conquest to easily catch it.

"I warned you we should never have ventured here! The very waters you claimed to command have turned against us!"

Conquest's features contorted in rage. He snapped the attacker's arms with brutal force and then punched a gaping hole directly through the orc's head.

At that precise moment, a deafening sound reverberated, and the section of the island beneath them plunged downward like a collapsing skyscraper, fracturing into numerous pieces as it descended into the abyss.

Conquest surveyed the scene in disbelief. His army was under relentless assault from an immense horde of sea beasts; blood stained everything red. With a furious roar, he propelled himself upward, bursting from the ocean's embrace and ascending into the sky. Cocking his arm back, he prepared to hurl his trident at the leviathan.

While undeniably powerful, its immense size also presented significant vulnerabilities.

However, before the trident could be unleashed, Levi expelled a concentrated jet stream of water, imbued with such astonishing power that Conquest found himself hurtling deep beneath the ocean's surface by the time consciousness fully returned.

As consciousness returned, King found himself standing. His boot connected with Conquest's visage, sending the man flying like a projectile through a series of stone formations.

King pursued, but Conquest, ensnaring the spear with his grasp, suddenly morphed into a colossal megalodon, easily exceeding two hundred feet in length.

A ferocious bite ensued, yet King employed water manipulation, propelling himself backward with a jolt. The impact stung, but it was preferable to being consumed.

The leviathan plunged into the sea, giving chase to the megalodon. Both titans hurtled towards one another, but the megalodon was dwarpishly outmatched by the leviathan's sheer scale.

Just as their collision seemed imminent, a blinding radiance flared, and the megalodon dissipated. Conquest shifted into a stingray, its tail, laden with a venomous barb, lashing out directly at Percival, who was perched atop its form.

Percival represented the vulnerable point.

Conquest's assessment was accurate, but King intercepted the tail, flinging the stingray downward, directly into Levi's gaping maw.

Levi inhaled a massive volume of water, drawing the stingray inexorably toward its gullet. It was then Conquest discerned Percival's ruse, his use as bait.

At the critical juncture, he activated his water manipulation, wrenching himself a hundred meters distant from the leviathan.

Reverting to his human form, Conquest's features contorted with pure fury. "I shall slay that beast and engrave its likeness upon this trident!"

His gaze intensified, and he gripped the trident with both hands. A wave emanated from the artifact, and instantly, the eyes of every sea monster present shifted.

Percival's brow furrowed subtly as the countless, savage sea creatures he had summoned abruptly turned their predatory focus towards him, Levi, and King.