Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights Chapter 397 Will Compulsion

"What just happened?!" Alora's eyes widened in shock. This time, even Arnold was speechless, his mouth agape as he, too, stared at the arena with utter disbelief etched on his face.

A hush fell over the colosseum as if time itself had stopped. The spectators were still struggling to comprehend the events that had just transpired. Such an unprecedented occurrence had left everyone stunned into silence.

In unison, all eyes turned to Saul, who was already on his feet. "The next match will take place tomorrow," he announced, before turning and departing with Apollyon trailing closely behind.

A chill ran through the crowd as many turned their gazes towards Godfrey. Percival returned to their private room and promptly sat down.

"Did you manage to get him?" he inquired in a hushed tone as their room began its descent.

Godfrey offered a simple nod.

"What occurred up there has undoubtedly impacted Saul's reputation. The public will now perceive you as a formidable force, someone even Saul couldn't defeat. His scheme has failed, and ours has advanced, but..."

Percival gazed intently at the wall.

"When we reach the bottom, will we be met with freedom or a blockade?"

Godfrey mirrored his gaze, his eyes holding a somber light. "Does it truly matter? We will carve a path through whatever stands before us."

With a low, resonant thud, the room finally settled on the ground. They surveyed the corridor, anticipating a confrontation with Vagabonds or Team Black. However, no aggressive presence was apparent, only a few individuals moving about casually.

The two men exchanged glances and proceeded to exit. Team Black emerged simultaneously, and they converged at the T-junction.

"Your actions today have sealed your fate. You have condemned yourself," Arnold stated calmly, his eyes fixed on Godfrey.

"Is that so?"

Arnold permitted a faint smile to grace his lips. "Even if the Captain were to lose Apollyon, he could still swiftly end your existence."

Godfrey inclined his head. "He had better... or I shall bring an end to his own."

His attention shifted to Nathan, the thirteen-year-old, who glared accusingly at him. Godfrey perceived the raw hate and the intense desire to inflict harm within the boy's gaze.

Nathan vividly recalled the day Saul rescued him from his home, engulfed in flames, set alight by a menacing dungeon monster. It was the day his power awakened, though he remained uncertain of its purpose.

Despite losing everyone he once called family, Saul had provided him with a new purpose. He viewed the Captain as a father figure and aspired to emulate him. Witnessing this man best his Captain ignited an overwhelming urge to kill.

Alora's expression was equally grave. Having witnessed the recent events, she understood the tournament's importance and recognized the absolute necessity of victory.

Arnold acknowledged Godfrey's response with a nod. "We shall meet again in the arena tomorrow." With those words, he led Team Black away from the colosseum.

***

Saul sat upon his bed, a towel loosely wrapped around his waist, and slowly lowered himself to his knees. His damp hair clung to his face as his gaze met Abaddon's from where he stood by the wall.

Darkness had already enveloped the sky, and a gentle breeze flowed through the open window. More than six hours had passed since the conclusion of the second match, and Saul had remained in complete silence.

Not a soul, not even his second-in-command, had managed to elicit a single word from him.

Having to face repeated defeats at the hands of an opponent he believed possessed less experience forced Saul to re-evaluate his position.

This was an unprecedented situation in his illustrious career. He had maintained a relentless regimen of dungeon raids, clearing hundreds and dispatching tens of thousands of monsters.

Even now, his primary summon was engaged in battle in another world. Upon the resolution of the Ruination, he was destined to ascend to a power exceeding that of a Monarch.

He was poised to attain the legendary Sovereign Skill of Will Compulsion, enabling him to command any individual's actions with a mere word – the true power of a deity. Yet, he had now suffered defeat, not once, but twice, losing two peak-level Titled gods!

All because of a single name: Godfrey Daniels.

His initial strategy had culminated in his downfall, and the second was heading down the same path. It felt as though every meticulously laid plan was designed not for his own victory, but solely for Godfrey's.

There was a crucial element he was failing to grasp.

There was something profoundly significant about this Godfrey.

He could no longer dismiss him as merely a nineteen-year-old.

No.

"Apollyon, tell me, who is Godfrey Daniels to you?"

Apollyon turned her gaze to her summoner. "He professes to be the Unknown King, whom every Golden Order Knight was trained to serve, almost to the point of worship, in my world. The Unknown King was the very heart of the Golden Order. Abaddon and I were once part of this Golden Order."

Saul's eyes narrowed. "So, that explains his claim of being a king. Then, what transpired with Abaddon?"

"I cannot say."

"It seems you harbor no fondness for this young man calling himself the Unknown King, yet you hold reverence for the true Unknown King. So... what if he were to prove himself the genuine Unknown King?" Saul inquired, his gaze piercing, but Apollyon remained as impassive and stoic as ever.

"He is not. That is not the king I once knew," she responded firmly.