Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights Chapter 380 Blue Ace & Golden Ace

Arnold turned. "That individual, Percival Jackson, was recognized as the Blue Ace during the previous Captain's tenure. From what I understand, he's typically summoned not for combat or rescue during critical raids, but to subdue any overwhelming threats."

Arnold continued, moving back to his seat and settling in. "Do not take him lightly. While you two are fortunate, he's been partaking in mana fruits since ancient times and has reached the status of a Titled God. Furthermore, he is a dual summoner. Considering all these factors, you can comprehend why he's referred to as the Blue Ace, the Cohort's ace in the hole."

Arnold lightly tapped his index finger on the table. "However, you are correct, Nathan. His old principles do not align with our current objectives. He must adapt and evolve, or he will be compelled to submit, preferably by my hand. Should he prove unfortunate, then by the Captain's."

"Did you witness how Oliver addressed me?" Nathan ground his teeth. "I could shatter the skull of his pathetic summon. He's already little more than a walking corpse; making him a literal one would be no great harm." Nathan grinned, though it stemmed not from amusement but from the potential that would be unleashed once he possessed the remains of Oliver's summon.

"You're a peculiar young man," Alora scowled, causing Nathan to pout.

"I haven't heard of any 'Blue Ace.' All I know of is the Golden Ace. I'm confused." She leaned forward, eager to ascertain if she had misheard.

Percival was indeed proving to be an intriguing figure. Mighty individuals were always interesting; one's strength dictated their position, a fundamental law among their kind.

Arnold's gaze flickered.

'Godfrey Daniels, no affiliations.'

That voice reverberated in his mind as he recollected how that young man had swamped the fortress with knights clad in golden armor and unleashed a female knight who summoned multiple dragons, subsequently obliterating a legion of the undead.

"He was a former member of the Cohort who departed for reasons unknown, despite the considerable sacrifices made for him by the former Captain and his team," Arnold stated.

"How formidable was he?" Alora responded.

"Quite formidable. He possessed an advantage in numbers, but he couldn't match the Captain." Arnold's answer prompted Nathan and Alora to exchange glances.

They perceived something significant in his words. Arnold had implicitly drawn a comparison with the Captain, implying that only the Captain could truly rein this individual in.

They felt a sense of challenge. It was only by confronting formidable adversaries that they could adapt, driving their summons to grow exponentially stronger until their opponents ultimately succumbed.

Given the potential Saul had spoken of, they were confident that this Golden Ace would eventually serve as merely one of many stepping stones on their path to becoming ancient gods and ascending through its various echelons.

"Who exactly is this Golden Ace, and where is he now?" Nathan tilted his head.

"He is Doctor Valentina's son."

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Percival gripped the railing, gazing down at the ground floor of the pit. At the center of this floor lay the pit itself. Some referred to the entire area as 'the den,' and in a sense, they weren't entirely wrong.

This place was once the convergence point for everyone, but it had since fallen into disuse.

The colosseum had become the primary venue, hosting both the combat arena and the underground facilities for preparation. It was a colossal structure bustling with activity, and the promise of rewards in the form of cores made it considerably more enticing than the pit, where skills were merely tested.

While injuries were permissible in the pit, death was an accepted outcome in the colosseum. This knowledge made it difficult for Percival to hold Saul in a favorable light.

He hadn't even met the man, yet Percival already harbored a dislike for him.

"How was the sea world?" Oliver inquired, seated on the railings.

"It's a magnificent place," Percival replied, then lowered his head. "I heard about Thalia..."

Silence descended the instant he uttered her name. Arden recalled Thalia's shriek as that rod impaled her. That day marked the genesis of the most horrific experience of her life.

Thalia's demise had plagued her with sleepless nights.

"She's gone. Dax too. We haven't heard anything from him. We're uncertain whether Saul has confined him within his soul space or cast him into a monster realm to hone his strength," Oliver murmured.

He looked up and exhaled. "Captain Arian and his wife have both resigned. Little has been heard of him since, but Captain Saul actively slanders him for his perceived failures. Given that Arian was once Captain Saul's student, the sentiments of those who formerly favored Arian have now shifted more towards Saul."

"If only he had chosen to persevere, he might have prevented all of this," Oliver said softly, not with malice but with genuine concern. Arian would have safeguarded his legacy from being reduced to ashes.

Arden sat on the dusty ground, her back resting against the railing.

"Percy, are you going to join the cohort?" She looked up, meeting his gaze.

"You speak as if you anticipate my departure," Percival responded.

"Well, Godfrey has departed. Right before our very eyes, he stated he didn't belong with us, that he had no affiliations. I'm unsure what we did to cause him pain, but he certainly inflicted some on us. I often ponder if Thalia might still be alive had he remained." Oliver spoke with a somber tone.

Lucy pressed her lower lip between her teeth. She was unable to disclose that Godfrey's absence was due to the Watchman, the very bedrock of paradise, who was Isolde's murderer and had a vested interest in manipulating Godfrey.

Isolde had taken her to a summoner who implanted a mental lock, designed to render Lucy blank should she be coerced into revealing anything about her survival or Cain's hidden truth. This was merely a precautionary measure.

"He must have had his justifications. Godfrey doesn't forsake good individuals. His actions were likely a result of his grief." Percival offered.

Arden gave a nod. "I had entertained that same thought."

"You might be correct. Now that you've rejoined the cohort, do you intend to participate in the tournament?" Oliver shifted his gaze towards Percival.

At that precise moment, a flash of purple light illuminated the depths of the pit, and an individual materialized. He was clad in a black shirt, left unbuttoned at the front.

Both hands were tucked within his pockets, and his golden hair was impeccably styled.

Perceiving the distinct auras emanating from above, he tilted his head upward, his gaze meeting those observing from the mezzanine. Their expressions turned to stone upon the sight of Godfrey.

"Godfrey…" Percival's grip on the railings loosened.

Godfrey, conversely, narrowed his eyes. "Percival?"