Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights Chapter 379 Revered Elite Class

Beneath a vehicle, Lucy was absorbed in her work, attempting to resolve the issue that had summoned her. Suddenly, loud gasps disrupted her concentration for a fleeting moment.

She gritted her teeth. 'What could possibly be happening out there? I can't focus!'

This was the workshop; such clamor was out of place. Could it be a member of the Elite Class visiting? They were highly regarded these days.

But why would an Elite Class individual be in the workshop?

With a sigh, she turned to the young lady meant to be her assistant. 'Hand me the spanner,' Lucy demanded, tossing aside her wrench, which was worn out and lacked the necessary strength, always trembling.

Her gaze fell upon the feet of the person standing nearby, and she frowned. 'Liza, I need the spanner.'

There was no response; instead, Liza began backing away.

Lucy heard Liza squeal like a frightened rat before she bolted off.

Now, someone else stood there, sporting white sneakers. Who would wear white sneakers to a workshop? Certainly not a mechanic.

'There are three spanners here. Which one do you require?' That resonant voice caused Lucy's eyes to widen in surprise.

The owner of the voice dropped to one knee, bowing his head. Startled, Lucy flinched, her forehead striking the underside of the vehicle.

'Ouch!'

Percival winced at her cry, then grasped her legs and pulled her out. 'My apologies,' he said.

Lucy massaged her throbbing head, staring at him as if he were a phantom. 'You... came... back?'

Percival offered a nod as he stood and extended his hand. Lucy took it, and he helped her to her feet.

Speechless, Lucy gazed at him, her lips slightly parted.

Percival surveyed their surroundings. 'The camp has changed. I heard a new Captain has taken charge, but it feels like a different place entirely.'

'Captain Arian quit,' Lucy thought, about to voice it when Percival spoke again.

'Would you mind showing me around?' He glanced at the vehicle. 'After you've finished with that, of course.'

'It's not particularly important,' Lucy cleared her throat.

'Let's go, then.' Percival took her hand and led her out of the workshop. His eyes met numerous new faces moving about, all of whom were observing him.

He barely recognized more than ten individuals. Their behavior was peculiar, though. 'Where is Isaac?' Percival inquired, releasing Lucy's hand.

'He's not here. He departed paradise after being afflicted by a spider god, which nearly annihilated the cohort. That's what prompted Captain Arian's resignation,' Lucy explained.

Percival's eyes narrowed. 'Captain Arian resigned? Godfrey wasn't here then.'

Lucy shook her head. 'The new Captain is over there...' she gestured towards the distant Colosseum, which Percival had perceived as the new hub upon his initial arrival.

'I'd prefer if you met Arden and Oliver first. They should be awake. I'll show you the way on our journey there.'

Percival nodded and followed her. Numerous gazes were fixed upon him. While he was undeniably handsome, some of the stares held a critical edge, as if attempting to gauge his capabilities.

He sensed many powerful auras. The cohort had evolved into a more potent force than before, and its membership had surged dramatically, from a few hundred individuals to over two thousand.

Finally, they arrived at the entrance to the hall designated for the Elite Class.

'I need to tell you something,' Lucy whispered, looking toward Percival.

'The Elite Class is no longer the same. Dax is under the command of the new Captain, so he's unavailable now, and Thalia... Thalia is dead.'

Percival's eyes widened. 'What?! Thalia is dead... how?'

Lucy sighed. 'Well, she—!'

The door was opened by Arnold, Saul's closest confidante and the highest-ranking Elite Class member. He possessed a salt-and-pepper beard and a closely cropped haircut.

His eyes, as sharp as his angular features, flickered down to Lucy before settling on Percival.

'A regular, what are you doing here? And who is this?' Arnold's composed voice echoed.

'Percival!' Arden exclaimed, rising to her feet while Oliver turned. Two unfamiliar individuals were present in the hall: a young woman with long, silver hair, and a young boy with black and white hair, appearing no older than fourteen.

'Percival?' Arnold squinted. 'This young man is a Titled god; his aura is serene, yet it runs profound.'

'He's an Elite, Arnold. Let him in.'

'Not just anyone can enter. The Elites are those chosen by Captain Saul,' Nathan, the fourteen-year-old boy, retorted.

'Elites are those who meet the required rank. Percival was an Origin Tier even before he departed. You were merely a twelve-year-old when he was already clearing dungeons,' Oliver countered with a languid tone, before addressing Arnold.

Arnold observed the exchange and stepped aside.

Percival entered, while Arnold regarded Lucy, as if questioning why she hadn't departed.

Lucy offered Percival a wave.

"I'll be waiting outside," she chirped, though Percival could easily discern her pretense. While regular attendees weren't typically permitted within this chamber, the glare Arnold directed at her indicated his strong disapproval.

This was precisely the kind of thing they had battled against in Manhattan. The very same menace had infiltrated paradise during their absence, and a former victim was on the verge of succumbing once more.

Percival glanced from Arnold to Arden and then to Oliver.

As if sensing his thoughts, Arden inclined her head. Percival, being the level-headed one, was amenable to discussion.

Arnold was fortunate that Godfrey was not the one facing him. Godfrey lacked Percival's patience.

It was fortunate Godfrey was absent. Witnessing the cohort's current state would have undoubtedly incited him to turn the entire place upside down; it was always his way – victory or utter ruin. If defeated, he would simply return, time and again, until triumph was achieved.

"I wish to inspect the current condition of the pit," Percival declared, moving away and heading in a different direction.

A predatory glint appeared in Arnold's eyes.

Alora, the silver-haired maiden, arched an eyebrow as Oliver slowly got to his feet. Arden followed him out of the hall with swiftness, and they pursued Percival and Lucy.

"I suppose this is precisely why the Captain insisted we eradicate the old entirely," Nathan mused, as long, curved claws, each easily extending past his fingertip, manifested and scraped across the table's surface.

Arnold firmly shut the door.

"He will either adapt to our methods, or one of us will be compelled to instruct him," Alora stated, crossing her arms resolutely.