Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights Chapter 400 Solstice... The Judgement

Embers erupted from Dax's grimoire, and he instantaneously relocated ten meters from Jin.

'How is this possible?!' Arnold questioned, his brow furrowed. He pondered when the tome had opened as he commanded Jin to charge at Dax, swinging his hammer with lethal intent. However, Dax repeatedly blinked out of sight.

Arnold then aimed his trident, and blood spears rained down from the blood moon. A significant amount of blood, enough to fill half a basin, spilled from the trident, and blood horses adorned with spikes materialized, charging toward Dax and Jin.

Together, they formed an imposing barrier of blood and death, as additional spears descended from above.

Dax blinked himself and Jin to a new position behind Arnold. Arnold let out a laugh as a colossal, eyeless blood beast, distinguished by its immense maw, erupted from beneath Jin.

Jin managed to grasp its fangs, preventing it from closing its mouth and swallowing him whole. Yet, countless crimson tentacles emerged from the beast's mouth, ensnaring Jin's body.

"Once he is held, you cannot move him. How much longer will you continue to flee?!" Arnold's voice boomed as his gaze tracked Dax. The blood horse charged, dissipated, and then reappeared behind him.

Six spiked pillars erupted from the ground encircling Arnold, their tips converging to create a sanctuary, a zone Dax would have to sacrifice his life to enter.

Blood continued to stream from the trident. Arnold's strategy was to inundate the entire arena, leaving Dax with no escape.

Dax blinked once more, materializing above the immense, sightless blood monster. His tome turned to its seventh page.

Seventh Page: Seismic Inferno Hammer

A hammer suddenly appeared in his grasp, and he brought it down upon the beast's head. Ripples akin to magma coursed through the creature's form before it desiccated into nothingness.

Dax landed and turned his focus to Arnold. "I was merely seeking a skill sufficiently weak for you. But since you are so insistent..."

His tome flipped to the fourth page.

Fourth Page: Extinguish!

He began to ascend. Five stone monuments, inscribed with indecipherable characters, crashed into the earth around Dax as flames burst from his body, swirling like ribbons. A blinding radiance emanated from him, lending him an ethereal appearance, as if he had become one with the fire.

An inexplicable chill pervaded Arnold. A sense of foreboding settled in. His eyes widened gradually as a torrent of fire surged forth, reminiscent of the roars of six primal behemoths, engulfing the vicinity.

The spectators observed the fiery spectacle, contained by the barrier, their hearts pounding.

Arnold expelled a tremendous amount of blood, but it offered him less than a second of respite before the flames consumed him. His scream cut through the air, though it too was short-lived.

Dax gazed at the fourth page, from which dying embers drifted, as he descended. The space enclosed by the standing rocks was the sole refuge during the activation of this formidable spell.

He raised his head and perceived a black skeleton kneeling on the ground, its maw agape, a trident clutched in both hands.

Saul lowered and then raised his head again as the skeleton crumbled to dust, the trident disintegrating with it.

Dax closed the tome. A golden portal materialized, and he stepped through it without uttering a word.

"There is no need for further delay. I shall remain here... simply bring forth the other two," Godfrey declared, his golden eyes fixed on the spectator who struggled to draw breath.

Saul nodded. The tome possessed immense power, yet he doubted Godfrey would summon Dax again. At the very least, Nathan and Alora could secure a single victory. He would be content if they merely defeated one knight. However, since Godfrey had reneved on his word, he must be prepared for the repercussions.

The portcullis lifted, and Nathan entered the still-scorching arena, accompanied by Alora. Both swiftly unleashed their summons. Nathan engaged in Fusion, while Alora activated her Eclipsal State.

Nathan let out a mighty roar, his panda's claws growing to immense size. A dark mist began to emanate from his body, carrying with it a stench of decay.

Alora brandished her greatsword, and over a hundred white petals materialized around her, floating benignly.

'Allow me, My King.'

A voice resounded in Godfrey's mind, and he extended his hand. A golden portal appeared beyond the portcullis. The crowd anticipated a second portal, but none materialized.

A knight, standing fourteen feet tall, emerged and drew his twin swords. He continued his advance without altering his pace.

His armor gradually shifted to a crimson hue, and he then assumed his Humanoid Dragon State.

Solstice held the rank of Chief General. His swords represented the east and the west, one symbolizing his ascendance, the other his decline. He embodied the principle that all which rises must eventually fall, yet he defied this very notion, for after setting, he would rise once more. Repeatedly, without end.

His arrival signaled the ascent of one and the demise of another.

Alora and Nathan surged towards him, but he maintained his stride, his cloak billowing with each movement. Just as they closed in, Solstice initiated a sudden shift in his tactics.

His footwork was a blur of motion. A swift push with his right foot sent him angling right, while his left propelled him left, directly towards Alora. However, at the critical instant, he ducked beneath her sword's arc, severing her head from behind with a precise strike. Simultaneously, he plunged his other sword into the panda's neck.

The blade emerged from the other side.

With deliberate slowness, he withdrew his swords from the two figures, who remained frozen in disbelief at the unfolding events. Solstice's cloak swirled, and from its hem, which brushed against the ground, flames erupted, following him as he circled both incapacitated foes.

Solstice then sheathed his blades. As he retreated, his enemies were consumed by blazing sunfire.

He had endured enough of these individuals treating his king as a mere plaything. It was an affront, and he, the king's foremost general, would not permit such disrespect, even if the king himself chose to overlook it.

Whether young or old, the sword strikes impartially, and the sun shows no favoritism.