Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights Chapter 495 Fox Town

Lucy, her heart burning with excitement, followed Percival with light, giddy steps, but someone suddenly grabbed her shoulder and pulled her back.

The sudden force ripped her hand from Percival's. Her eyes widened when she saw herself crouching to attend to her shoes.

"It's my laces," the Lucy before her eyes explained to Percival. He squatted, holding her gaze in his eyes while tying her loose shoelace.

'What in the world?!' Lucy was about to take a bold step forward and stop this lie playing out before her eyes, but a palm wrapped around her wrist and pulled her back.

Again?

It was at this moment that Lucy realized she didn't know who pulled her back. She was so shocked by the fake pretending to be her while Percival just acted like the real her wasn't standing behind them.

She turned her head, her eyes glowing with mana and rage. She would give this person a solid piece of her mind for messing up such a great moment.

Confusion flickered in her eyes when she saw the man. He wore a wooden, featureless mask. One eyehole was open, and on the other perched a butterfly, its wings wide open like a book.

That butterfly couldn't be real. On proper scrutiny, one could tell it was carved. This was an impressively intricate yet somehow grounded mask.

His white hair, stature, and the gentle flicker of emotions in that eye she could see through the open eyehole, made her shoulders drop.

A name slipped out of her lips. "... S..now?" It was a soft whisper, said with a confused face. Lucy wasn't sure. Was this Snow, or was she mistaking another man for him?

"... It's me," said the masked man. That voice overlapped with his scream of anguish that certain night when he knelt at the entrance of his house, before his slaughtered family.

The strength she had put into her arm to pull it out of his grip crumpled. All her guard dropped.

"We should find Percival. We can talk later."

Lucy's brows came together. What? "Percival is just there. Why should we—"

"That's not Percival. I also have to be concentrated to keep that illusion reacting properly. It won't take long for that thing to discover the truth, especially when they're far into the water."

"What?!" Lucy snapped toward Percival, who was already in the speedboat with the illusion of her. That man… wasn't Percival?!

"I'll explain to you what's going on, but not here," Adonis whispered.

"And how am I sure that you are real?" she asked.

"Well, I won't put you in a spot where you would have to start doubting reality. That could expose the whole thing."

"The. Whole. Thing?"

"You're in a town overtaken by monsters, Lucy. You can't see it because all of you are in an illusio—" He paused as a tall man walked past them.

Lucy frowned, staring at the man. She could see a man, but Adonis could see crimson shadows dancing off him. What kind of man had a protruding snout filled with fangs, digitigrade legs, a long tail, and stood over eight feet tall in his shadow?

There was no sun, but he was adept at illusions and spotting strange things after becoming one with Snow.

Space twisted. A wormhole burst open right where Lucy stretched toward. She grabbed him, and they jumped into it.

Both of them appeared in a comfy home.

"What's going on?"

Adonis sat down on a couch. "Becoming one with Snow cut me off from Earth's mana system, so I'm not limited like the rest of you. I'm already at the Monarch Tier, rising quickly through the ranks too. I think that's the only way I was able to discover this."

He went to the window, pulled the curtain, and peeked. "This town is crawling with half-men. I think they're all foxes. Look at them, moving through the streets with people. Some are even feeding on human flesh right at the corners of the street." Adonis's cheeks bulged, but he held back the nauseating feeling.

Lucy looked through the window. All she saw were people and cars moving through the brightly lit streets.

None of what Adonis said made sense, but then again, illusions were his forte.

"It feels like the world has ended in this town," Adonis muttered.

"So the entire town is cloaked in illusions. What exactly could be so powerful enough to do something like this? There's no way a Demigod dungeon boss would be able to—"

"It was a trial boss," Adonis interrupted.

"Trial boss." Lucy felt her heart shake. She knew what a trial boss was. It was becoming popular online. Demigods who had reached the peak had visions of where they would face a trial and end this Ruination.

"Trial bosses are above the Titled god Tier. Monarchs, with ichor for blood. Now, what I never thought was that if the Demigod failed the trial, those bosses could leave."

When Adonis said that, Lucy grabbed his forearm.

"So where's Percival?" Somewhere, somehow, when they had just entered this town and were looking for a house, they had been separated. Was Percival even still alive?

Lucy's heart shook. Ah, had she grown relaxed, thinking with her power she was now at the top of the world, untouchable?

But now—

Now Percival may even be dead, and she had no clue.

Adonis contemplated his next words wisely. "I'm sure he's alive. Percival can't die like that."

'This is a full-blown invasion from the Half-man race, one of the ascended races. And they're masters in the art of illusion. People need to stop accessing those trials because each failure puts Earth in a more precarious state.'

"Have you been here all along?" Lucy asked, still agitated.

"No. I've been running from an army of Fanatics led by Jon. I have no doubt they're in Charlestown already."

"Jon is here!" Lucy's eyes glowed with hate. They had to first find Percival. She was certain he had to be alive. Finding him before Jon found them with his Fanatic army would surely give them the advantage.

They might have the tier advantage, but Jon had the numbers, and being Demigods or Monarchs didn't mean you were immune to being ganged up on.

But the problem was. How were they going to find Percival in a town with over ten thousand people?