Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights Chapter 391 Who's The Fourth

Godfrey and Percival held onto Arian's words as they arrived at the colosseum the next day. The structure beneath the colosseum was massive, like a set behind a stage. There were lots of corridors, but the main one was T-shaped. Team Yellow had one end, Team Black had the other.

All of Team Yellow gathered at the T-junction. "It doesn't feel like we're in the modern age any longer," Percival said as he looked up. He could hear the faint sound coming from the crowd above.

"I guess today's the day," Oliver muttered.

"I've been wondering. The other team has three summoners, which means three summons. Who's the fourth?" Godfrey asked with a slight crease in his eyebrows.

"I got it!" Lucy's voice made all of them turn toward the bright sunny light flooding through the door that she pushed open while rushing toward them.

She held a tablet. When Lucy approached them, she switched on the tablet and looked at what was on the screen.

"The first battle is going to be a group battle. Each team will bring out two people and… Oliver and Arden have already been chosen to face Nathan and Alora."

"This is a joke." Godfrey scowled.

"How can Saints face demigods? There are four tiers in between them! This isn't even a match." Percival frowned.

"We just got to know about this now. It's obvious this is a set-up, and for a group match, we are supposed to choose who fights," Godfrey stated.

Arden leaned against the wall. "Saul will justify that whatever we face is for us to learn and grow from it. We're going to lose, no doubt, but I don't think we'll die. Fingers crossed, though."

Oliver exhaled but said nothing.

"Uhm, the rules are those who lose are eliminated, meaning whoever is left will face those on the other team. A draw also means both sides will be eliminated. I think he's doing this so everyone will fight with all they have." Lucy said. "Well, since he plans to eliminate Oliver and Arden, I guess me and Godfrey are going to face three of them."

Lucy nodded to Percival's statement as she slid to the next page, only for her eyes to widen abruptly.

Arden drew close, her eyes also growing wide, and she looked at Percival with concern.

"What?" Percival raised an eyebrow.

Godfrey was also puzzled until he drew close and looked at the screen.

It was Percival against Abaddon!

Abaddon!!

"Y…ou're the f…irst target," Lucy stuttered as she stared at Percival.

"You're telling me the Captain can just add one of his summons to Team Black!" Oliver was already at the limit. He was already breathing through his mouth to calm himself.

"Technically, everyone thinks Abaddon is his weakest out of the three. And Team Black has just three members, one who is a kid and will be perceived to have little training, and another, a girl who hasn't gathered enough experience. The only capable member in the public's eyes will be Arnold. Then if you look at our team, apart from me and Oliver, both Percival and Godfrey are known to be exceptional during Captain Arian's time. It's a well-thought-out plan and besides, I doubt the people will want Captain Saul out of that position despite his brutality."

Arden looked at them. "You can't defeat a philanthropist. Captain Saul hands out cores, Paragon, Progenitor and even Titled God cores to his new Elites. People want that, and it's blinded quite a lot of us."

"Then Percival is the first target to be killed, or at least his summons," Oliver muttered.

Godfrey frowned deeply while Percival simply sighed. Just then, Team Black appeared at the entrance. Behind them was a fourteen-foot-tall knight in black armour and a silver mask, with his short white hair tied up in a ponytail at the top of his head.

A tomahawk and a massive double-edged axe hung at his back. His heavy armour clinked with each step, and his presence weighed on the corridor like the place was suddenly sealed and short of air.

Everyone looked at Team Black, Abaddon to be more specific.

Alora smirked when they got to the T-junction. While they turned left, heading toward their own end, Abaddon paused before Team Yellow, his eyes locked on Percival.

His presence loomed over them like a massive boulder casting a dark shadow on them. He took a step further and Godfrey's voice rang out.

"Abaddon." His eyes went to Godfrey as he paused.

Arnold stopped, his eyes slightly wide as he examined the scene right before his eyes. Abaddon… stopped?

What?!

Alora and Nathan looked at Arnold as if trying to understand what was wrong with Abaddon.

Abaddon turned and walked away. Arnold couldn't believe what just happened as he glanced at Godfrey once more.

'That boy…!'

Once everyone had departed, Arden turned his gaze to Godfrey. "I understand how intimidating and imposing that knight can be, so how did you manage to halt him simply by uttering his name? I am aware he is meant to be under your command, yet currently, he serves Saul. Or is this some latent ability of your castle?"

"I'm uncertain myself," Godfrey responded with a shrug. All he knew was that his warning to Abaddon, delivered through merely speaking his name, had an effect. Naturally, Abaddon did not appear as a being easily intimidated by threats; something else compelled his departure, an internal reason.

He then addressed Percival. "Refrain from taking his life."

Percival arched an eyebrow. "Shouldn't you be instructing that brute not to end mine?!"

"Merely ensure you are not killed, and do not kill him either," Godfrey replied, causing Percival to rub his temples.

'If I may interject, Your Majesty,' Solstice's voice resonated. 'Amongst our noble knights, there are four who stand unparalleled in strength. There is the Defender of the Young, the wielder of the Morningstar Flail; the Gatekeeper, who commands the flanged mace; and him, the one an assembly of dragons, the Favoured Ones of this realm, referred to as the Blood-Tainted Beast.'

Solstice then took a moment's pause.

'Your companion should exercise caution. However, fortune favors him, as I have observed the colosseum's design, which imposes limitations upon the Beast.'

Godfrey narrowed his eyes. "Percival is not experiencing such good fortune. With minimal water present, he is already at a significant disadvantage against a knight who has perfected combat on solid ground."