Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights Chapter 409 Sky Battle

After spending the night sharing all they knew about the creeping darkness, and inquiring from the Alchemists, they discovered nothing could affect this thing.

No blade, no skill, not even dragon breath. Only light, meaning they needed a light-based skill strong enough to repel this darkness and that was why Godfrey had to brave the dangers of Pathan's unknown terrain and head to the ruins of the golden castle for the Rune of the Golden Light.

One of the natural runes that gave the order their identity and symbolized the light of the sun. Her life and that of nearly half a million people were banking on Godfrey retrieving that rune before the creeping darkness swallowed them all.

This was a battle against time, where even demigods were still helpless.

Isolde tightened her grip around the shaft of her spear as her wings beat the air gently to keep her afloat. But then, the cries and roars of dragons rang from beyond the city.

The wind shook as the beating of wings that could make hers look like that of a child shook the hearts of all who heard it.

Isolde laid eyes on dragons flying toward the city. The smallest amongst them was a hundred and fifty feet long. These dragons were from the Afterlife World; they all had black twisted forms with eerie blue light shining from the gaps between their scales.

They were once glorious creatures that were now amongst the damned of the underworld. Their dark blue eyes locked on the thousands in the city and their throats glowed. Fire ran up and blue flames burst from their maws, consuming the ground and heading for the wall like a tsunami but of flames.

The heat alone made people scream. Lord-Tier and King-Tier summons were no different from average victims in such a battle. They were two eras behind; all these once-apex summoners could do was run with their families.

Isolde brandished her spear and shot forward. She had grasped the advantage of her position as Mother of Dragons aside from its curse. When she grew, her dragons would grow stronger; a select few would become stronger than her, most times by 3.0 to 5.0 points, sometimes more especially for Luthor.

And when they also grew beyond the push she gave them, she would also grow stronger which would, in return, make her dragons even stronger. It was a never-ending cycle that favoured both sides immensely. But she was capped at 40.0 with five dragons that were also at the peak. Unfortunately, when it came to unleashing her dragons, the mana system of summoning came into play, which meant she depended on Godfrey's mana pool.

She could only summon a little more than a dozen of her strongest dragons, and that was pushing it. These massive creatures consumed a ridiculous amount of mana.

Summoning one powerful dragon and a few weaker ones to round it up was the best tactic; however, against almost two dozen dragons, all of which were Progenitors and demigods, she had to go all out.

Even if she didn't want to say it, when it came to dragons, Isolde found herself at the apex. She was the most formidable dragon summoner on earth.

'Luthor, Grace, Nyx, Aion… emerge.' She said, and several portals opened up right as the damned dragons wrecked a huge portion of the wall with their flames.

A portal popped up, and Luthor, Isolde's Black Dread, brought out his head. His portal was above her.

Luthor growled and flew out. He was well over a thousand feet long. His size alone paralyzed thousands in fear; the wind shifted and howled with each flap of this creature's wings.

It blocked out the moonlight, encasing the city in darkness as his roar tore through his maw, exploding throughout this vast city.

Even for dragonkind, Luthor was a menace. He was too young to be this big. Dragons began to grow very slowly when they reached the five-hundred-foot mark; it took a few hundred years to even get close to eight hundred feet.

Right now, Luthor was so massive he needed the largest mountain in his mother's domain for himself. Purple dragonfire burst from his maw, blasting through the damned dragons' fire and engulfing two of them.

They screamed as they fell, smoke trailing their descent.

Others divided, preparing to attack this beast from all sides.

But Grace came out of her own portal. Once a wyvern, she had grown to become a fearsome frost dragon. Still hornless, Grace, who had grown to four hundred feet in length, graced the skies. Frosty mist billowed off her body, raining ice pellets on the city below as she blasted a powerful mist at a damned dragon. It encased half of the dragon in ice, forcing it to fall.

It roared and breathed fire to melt the ice, but a red dragon with a white underbelly, the same length as Grace, dived downward with its maw open.

Aion chomped down, biting off a massive chunk of flesh from the damned dragon's neck, then spread out his massive red wings to negate his fall.

As the cursed dragon plummeted from the sky, trailing a mist of blood and ice, Aion delivered the final blow with his dragonfire, completely extinguishing its life.

Numerous scars marked his body from the constant battles fought to defend his mountainous territory and burgeoning hoard. These conflicts not only honed his combat prowess and bolstered his own might but also, by extension, amplified his mother's strength.

And by extension, it made him significantly more powerful. With an exultant roar, Aion unfurled his wings and ascended to join the aerial fray.

Nyx moved with such incredible speed that the dragon she impacted only registered the collision as they both smashed into the city, demolishing numerous structures. Her razor-sharp mandibles sliced through the dragon's thick scales as if they were parchment. The beast roared, unleashing torrents of fire in all directions.

Nyx vanished, reappearing moments later to conjure several violet orbs, which she then hurled downwards. The resulting explosions sent tremors through the very ground.

Isolde snapped her head around, witnessing Luthor's jaws clamp down, devouring a dragon's carcass and leaving only its tail, wings, and head severed, tumbling towards the earth. However, this feast came at a cost, as other dragons unleashed fiery barrages upon Luthor's exposed flanks.

He bellowed in response. His immense size was a considerable asset, yet it also presented distinct vulnerabilities.

'Geoff… Ghost.' Isolde whispered, her voice barely audible, as she conjured another portal. A swirling miasma of red and grey mist billowed forth. Once known as Geoffrey in his human life, he was now reborn through the ways of dragonkind. Ghost emerged, emitting a spine-chilling growl.

His piercing crimson eyes mirrored the chaotic spectacle above – a clash of multi-colored flames painting the sky between gargantuan winged entities. His kin.

With a deafening boom, Ghost launched himself from the portal. Uniquely, he possessed four draconic wings, granting him a superior advantage in aerial maneuvers.

His accompanying mist erupted like a smokescreen, and he disappeared from sight. In the subsequent moments, streaks of crimson lightning struck one of the malevolent dragons assaulting Luthor's unarmored tail.

Another dragon turned, finding nothing but empty air. Its eyes widened as it detected a presence directly behind it. Before it could even react, Ghost's claws raked across its back, and a bolt of red lightning pierced the wound, incinerating the dragon from the inside out.

Isaac gazed upwards at the sky, utterly dumbfounded, and he was far from alone. Many others stood transfixed, mesmerized by the celestial battle unfolding above.

'Are you not going to join the fight?!' Neila's voice echoed sharply within Isaac's mind.