Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights Chapter 395 Water Dome

After a prolonged gaze at Percival's hand, Godfrey extended his own and clasped it.

Their gazes locked. In Percival's mind's eye, he saw the same sixteen-year-old Godfrey he had once saved from a brutal beating.

With a smile, he departed the chamber as the heavy portcullis ascended. As Percival strode into the arena, the roaring crowd compelled him to lift his head in acknowledgment.

At that precise moment, a shimmering portal materialized in the air, and from it fell Abaddon. He landed with a thunderous impact, akin to a colossal block of steel being hurled downwards. The instant the black knight's boots met the ground, his hands reached for the tomahawk and the imposing great axe strapped to his back.

Abaddon rose to his feet, stretching his brawny arms, encased in thick metal plates over chainmail. The sun blazed intensely, its unrelenting rays descending upon the arena like a divine golden beam.

Under this radiant light, Abaddon's armor shifted from its dark hue to a vibrant crimson, and his formidable axes took on the appearance of polished black jade.

'Have you ever heard the legend of a king, an indomitable monarch whose might surpasses all comprehension? A supreme master of every weapon, unmatched in his skills. Born of destiny, power, and regal bearing, he traverses time in search of noble knights to forge his empire?' a voice resonated within Abaddon's mind as his eyes fell upon Godfrey.

Centuries had elapsed since he had last heard this conversation, yet that very night, as he had leaned against a tree listening to her words, his resolve had solidified.

'I am an integral part of his destiny. I have dreamt of him; my knowledge extends far beyond merely what the Alchemist divulges.' 'I have seen him, veiled by shrouds of darkness, yet his golden eyes pierced through the gloom. When his gaze fell upon me, I felt utterly stripped of all my power. In that instant, I knew without a doubt that before me stood not merely a king, but... the Unknown King.'

Abaddon turned his head, directing his attention towards Apollyon, who stood postured behind Saul.

"Unleash your beast," his deep, resonant voice commanded, echoing through the arena as he shifted his focus back to Percival. The gauntleted fingers on his weapons tightened their grip.

Percival conjured a portal, from which emerged King, with Levi elegantly coiled around his form like a serpent. The sea king forcefully slammed his trident into the ground, and instantaneously, countless droplets of water materialized throughout the entire arena.

Abaddon surged towards Percival. One could readily perceive the knight's considerable weight, yet his astonishing speed defied belief. With merely a couple of strides, Abaddon had already closed the distance to the king.

A significant portion of the gathered water coalesced, forming a colossal shark with its jaws agape. Perceiving this, Abaddon did not decelerate. He flung his tomahawk, which sliced cleanly through the monstrous shark, water cascading off the weapon as it continued its spinning trajectory towards King.

Levi detached itself from King, rapidly expanding to a gargantuan size of twenty meters. It unleashed a massive torrent of water, possessing power enough to demolish a skyscraper.

At that critical juncture, just as the tomahawk and the overwhelming water torrent were poised to collide, Abaddon abruptly materialized precisely where the tomahawk had been. Now in his hand, he forcefully slammed his left, iron-clad boot onto the floor, executed a swift spin, and brought his great axe crashing downwards.

The axe met the torrent, unleashing a sharp mana slash that cleaved through the watery onslaught. The mana beam narrowly missed Levi's head as it continued its destructive path. However, it deftly evaded. King shifted to the side and, with his initial step forward, he leaned, preparing to launch himself.

The mana beam zipped past him. Both the projectile and King passed each other, one hurtling towards the distant arena wall while King rapidly advanced on Abaddon.

Abaddon met him with a horizontal cleave, and King raised his trident to parry. But at that very moment, an immense wall of water erupted inexplicably between them. While it served its purpose, King was unable to discern his opponent's precise movement.

A colossal leviathan, now spanning nearly thirty meters, burst forth from the ascending waterfall, its immense maw gaping wide, revealing three rows of razor-sharp fangs.

King's sharp ears detected the distinct whirring of a tomahawk, compelling him to instinctively tilt his head to the left. When had Abaddon managed to throw that tomahawk?!

It was far too late to react as Abaddon materialized once more and swung his axe downwards, aiming to bisect King completely. And he succeeded.

His great axe sliced cleanly through King, but at the last possible moment, King had managed to transform into his watery form.

Abaddon swiftly planted the head of his axe into the ground as Levi erupted from the watery screen, crashing directly into him.

Although he had braced for the impact, the force sent the knight airborne. But just as it seemed Abaddon was destined for a catastrophic crash, he abruptly transformed into a magnificent golden-brown eagle, its vast wings eclipsing the sun.

Intricate runes adorned the edges of its wings and the flanks of its neck – runes of immense strength. With a piercing eagle's cry, Abaddon plunged downwards, his talons aimed directly at the leviathan, which roared and charged towards the colossal bird.

Levi unleashed another torrent of water. The eagle closed its eyes, executed a single, powerful wing beat, tucked its wings tightly, and dove downwards.

The runes blazed brilliantly as the eagle tore through the watery onslaught. It struck the leviathan with its formidable beak, ripping open a gaping wound.

This eagle, whispered about in Pathan legends as the mightiest of the skies, was said to possess the power to shatter mountains with its talons and beak, and to stir the seas with but a flap of its colossal wings.

With a deafening roar that sent shivers through the assembled spectators, Leviathan attempted to ensnare the eagle. However, the majestic bird soared to the highest vantage point, and in a swift transformation, returned to Abaddon. Abaddon then morphed into a towering Horde Orc Chieftain, bringing his massive axe crashing down.

Mana pulsed around the axe head.

"Percival… that's a knight renowned for slaying monsters. You have to do something!" Godfrey exclaimed, unable to restrain himself.

The King, who had held his position unmoving throughout the confrontation, finally raised his trident. 'I am the sea itself, not merely its representative.'

The instant the trident met the ground, the entire area was inundated with water and teeming with fish.

Gasps erupted from every corner of the viewing stands as the spectators could now discern the faint outline of the barrier safeguarding them from the destructive force of the ongoing battle.

This protective barrier now resembled an enormous, upturned glass bowl, filled to the very brim with water.

King's trident strike disrupted Abaddon's charge. The swirling water within the arena spun the black knight around before he was violently slammed into the ground with such force that the reinforced platform beneath them fractured.

King hovered within the water, Leviathan circling him. His piercing blue eyes observed the knight, who was clearly struggling with a lack of air and the disadvantageous watery environment.

Witnessing this predicament, King lowered his trident.

This bout… was concluded.

Percival turned and offered Godfrey a triumphant thumbs-up, yet Godfrey's expression remained grim.

The Rune Flame Bear? Abaddon had kept that hidden. While the bird and the orc were hampered in this confined space, what about the bear?

Was it rendered equally useless?

At that precise moment, flames erupted from Abaddon's armor, engulfing him.