Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights Chapter 388 Tenth Knight

As the meteor shower rained down with destructive force, transforming vast stretches of grassland into a desolate wasteland, two figures remained ensconced within a shimmering golden dome.

Godfrey, clad in his resplendent crimson Immortal Armour, confronted Dax, who knelt before him. The very ground vibrated beneath them. The horrific spectacle of the meteor onslaught was mirrored in Dax's stunned gaze as he watched, dumbfounded, how a spell intended to annihilate them both was instead unleashing destruction while he, inexplicably, found himself shielded within this protective sphere.

Numerous meteors impacted the dome, disintegrating upon contact. Godfrey stood firm, appearing unaffected, yet he understood that this dome would have crumbled countless times over were it not for the immense mana he relentlessly poured into its maintenance.

Without this magical barrier, the Immortal Armour might have withstood the onslaught, but he, its wearer, would likely have been scorched beyond recognition by the extreme heat.

The very air warped and twisted, its intense heat surpassing the endurance of even some demigods.

This was an act of utter devastation. Dax, a conduit for catastrophic destruction, harbored a mind intent on ending everything, including himself.

A smile touched Dax's lips, and the tome in his hands slowly turned to its third page. Once he unleashed the Demolition spell, this entire area would cease to exist, leaving him with no place to teleport, and Demolition's spatial lock would ensnare Godfrey, leaving him exposed to the relentless meteor barrage.

Activating such a skill invariably meant absolute, inescapable doom for both of them.

Godfrey was acutely aware of this. Only by resorting to the Grief Transfer ability, diverting the damage to his knights to facilitate his own escape, could he possibly survive. Even then, the residual damage would be immense. Yet… in that moment, an unprecedented calm settled upon him.

"Dax… cease this," Godfrey commanded, discarding his longsword. "It is enough."

Dax met his gaze. "You can drive your sword through my heart before I activate this spell," he vowed.

"From my assessment, your demise would not impede the spell's activation. It would proceed, and I would likely perish with you," Godfrey countered calmly.

'I can eliminate him,' the voice of the Immortal Armour interjected, but Godfrey disregarded it. A surprise attack might prove effective, but that was not his objective at this juncture. He was a King, and it was his duty to discern genuine talent, especially that which could become a valuable asset to his kingdom.

He possessed a castle, and anything he chose to integrate into it would be assimilated. Were not structures within castles meant to house and protect? Did people not reside within castles?

For an extended period, Godfrey struggled to comprehend the optimal utilization of his summons. He existed in a world populated by summoners of beasts, plants, and humanoids, all engaged in constant conflict. He felt adrift, unsure of his place or how to employ his summons effectively.

However, upon discussing his unique summoning capabilities with Percival, Oliver, Arden, and Lucy, a profound understanding dawned upon him. His summons were not mere entities but components of a structure, a composite of various beings.

A structure.

Dax was a summon, intricately designed to merge with the tome, thus negating the necessity for beast infusion. His sole grievance was his world's inherent mana system, a flaw that could be rectified by implanting a False Heart.

This would integrate him into Pathan's mana system, completely purging him of the affliction.

This presented a golden opportunity to acquire a true mage knight.

Success hinged entirely on Dax's willingness to cooperate. Failure meant their mutual demise.

"So, you fear death then?" Dax's voice boomed.

"I do not wish for your demise, Dax. Self-inflicted termination carries the risk of harming your summoner, and given your intent to die, it is evident you hold no regard for your summoner's well-being," Godfrey replied thoughtfully.

Dax fell silent for a moment before a low chuckle escaped him. "Is it that apparent?"

"We summoners can often be so consumed. Particularly those who summon humanoids. We fail to recognize that our summons are not merely tools of combat but individuals who once possessed lives, once knew freedom." Godfrey extended his hand.

"Though my own actions may not be entirely justifiable, your self-destruction is a price not worth paying."

Dax exhaled deeply and sank to the ground. "I was twelve when mana first graced our world, and I believe I died at thirteen. I regarded Saul as a father figure. You understand that love can breed the most potent hatred."

"I constantly strived to meet expectations, yet I never received a single word of commendation. Still, I suppose I owed him my second chance at existence." His eyes flickered with a hidden pain. He raised a hand, tracing the fissures marring his face. "I can be rid of this plague… permanently," Godfrey's pronouncement caused Dax to pivot his attention towards him.

"What?"

Godfrey advanced with resolute steps, closing the distance between them until he stood directly before Dax.

He crouched down. "I can eradicate every vestige of the Ignikai mana system from your being, but there is a price to be paid."

"And what is this price?"

"You must renounce Saul as your summoner."

"Then I will perish."

"But you wish to die anyway."

A moment of silence passed between them before Godfrey finally spoke. "I can make you a knight. You won't be in a dark soul space but a castle, and you'll have your own personal tower. All traces of the Ignikai mana system will be gone as you'll transfer to the Pathan mana system."

Dax raised an eyebrow.

"This sounds like some kind of Eden on another side of an ocean filled with deadly demigod monsters. Once I leave Saul's soul space, I die."

"You wanted to die, so there's no harm in taking a leap of faith," Godfrey responded, then lowered his head.

He deactivated the Immortal Armour and sat beside Dax. "Did you know I was made king? King of an entire race. They see me as their savior, but I'm a nineteen-year-old dealing with centuries-old people. I'm supposed to restore the order, but to be honest, I have little clue as to what I'm doing."

"I need help."

"Sounds like a tough burden. At least it made you ridiculously strong. I needed a powerful relic to match you," Dax replied.

"I've always wanted this plague off me. Since you're certain, I accept." Embers began to billow out of his body after he spoke those words. He was already being erased from Saul's soul space.

At that very moment, Godfrey felt a rumbling. Though he wasn't in his soul space, he could sense the castle was constructing another chamber!

It worked!

I... it actually worked!