Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights Chapter 530 Demon Dungeons

Mr. London and Mrs. Manhattan walked through the cavernous halls of an underground facility.

"Here it is. The assets that will change the world forever."

Mr. London slipped his hands into his pockets while Mrs. Manhattan's gaze travelled past the professionals in white coats and settled on the massive glass enclosure dominating the facility. Two enormous jellyfish like creatures floated within it, their bodies suspended behind the glass.

Nearby, two workers dressed in white carried glass cylinders filled with multicoloured mist towards a waiting crate.

"You've seen what it can do. This substance restored the power of a gun after a century." Mr. London glanced at her. "Now it doesn't matter what tier you are. One bullet and you're dead. Doesn't that make you feel like we've finally regained some control?"

Mrs. Manhattan met his gaze and gave him a small smile.

"We have a means of killing powerful summoners, true, but they can still evade the bullets or use their skills to avoid being hit. We have the means to kill them; that doesn't mean none of them stands a chance against us, especially that thing Godfrey has become."

Mr. London chuckled. "Learn to celebrate an advantage, Mrs. Bane. This is a step that gives us leverage across every ascended world, and they're already willing to partner with us, especially after our alliance with the Sun Elves. Soon, we'll have a Primordial occupying the position of Director of the Directorate. Once that happens, all this ruckus will end."

His smile widened slightly.

"It might even end before then."

He turned fully towards her, his hands still tucked inside his pockets.

"We have multiple worlds on our side. Against odds like these, being pessimistic doesn't make sense."

Mrs. Manhattan cocked an eyebrow. "Thr council thought the same way about Cain, and he destroyed them. I would gather every ounce of this substance we have and put it into a bomb. The moment that thing shows itself, I would launch it."

Mr. London's expression darkened.

"You would wipe out an entire city to kill one man? There could be millions of innocent people there, including people who support us."

His voice remained low because of the workers around them, but the intensity behind it was unmistakable.

"His followers will be with him," Mrs. Manhattan replied. "One blast and all our problems disappear. We can tell the public it was their doing. We've been framing him for things he didn't do already; it's not as though we're saints."

"We've never claimed to be saints, but we're certainly not going to stand here discussing the murder of millions of people as though it's a reasonable strategy." Mr. London stared at her. "I'm not insane, and I hope you're not either."

Mrs. Manhattan released a long breath.

"I know losing your only son and your husband has caused you a great deal of pain, but once you bear this title, you have to put that pain behind you." London's expression hardened. "Your husband failed. Arthur failed. Don't join them. Manhattan might not get another chance."

Mrs. Manhattan looked away.

"Don't compare me to their kind."

Mr. London chuckled, but the sound died when he noticed one of his security men approaching at an urgent pace. The man's long face alone was enough to give London a sense that something had gone wrong.

"Sir."

The security officer handed him a phone.

London took it and watched the video playing on the screen.

"Staten Island is—"

London raised a hand, silencing him.

His eyes slowly widened and his jaw tightened as he watched the mayor of Staten Island standing behind a lectern before several cameras, publicly declaring his city a home for Humanoid Summoners.

Mrs. Manhattan leaned closer and pointed towards an unmistakable silhouette standing far behind the mayor's platform.

London followed her finger.

Arthur Pentagon was there, clapping softly.

"Bastard!" London cursed, his eyes almost red with fury. "We had it all."

"What he's done is announce to the world that the Humanoid Summoners have support from people who are supposed to be on our side," Mrs. Manhattan said. "Others might follow him."

London exhaled heavily.

"They won't. They won't." His expression gradually changed as he continued watching the celebration. "They'll regret this. Humanoid Summoners will flood that place."

Mrs. Manhattan's eyes narrowed as she understood where his thoughts were going.

"They'll collapse under the weight of the burden they've chosen to carry."

"Exactly." London handed the phone back. "Their collapse will become a warning to everyone else. We don't have to fight Staten Island. We simply make it as easy as possible for Humanoid Summoners to get there while cutting down the city's imports."

He watched the people on the screen cheering and scowled.

"Eventually, these same people will tear those laws down themselves."

London turned and headed straight for the exit, his shoes striking the concrete floor until the bright sunlight pouring through the large entrance swallowed his silhouette.

Mrs. Manhattan remained where she was and watched him disappear into the light.

Then she slipped a hand into her bag and pulled out her phone.

She dialled a number.

"Get into Staten and search for him," Mrs. Manhattan said.

She frowned when the person on the other end replied.

"Not Godfrey. Isaac. Do not engage him. Just find him and watch him."

She ended the call, slipped the phone away and hurried after Mr. London.

***

Two knights guarding the throne room watched Abaddon and Apollyon march straight towards them—or rather, towards the enormous doors behind them.

They immediately pushed the doors open.

The two towering generals strode past, every step echoing through the corridor before they entered the throne room with the kind of grandeur the younger knights could only dream of possessing.

Apollyon dropped to one knee beside Abaddon. They bowed their heads before eventually raising them towards the Unknown King, who sat silently upon his throne.

He almost seemed like a statue.

"Your Majesty," Apollyon said.

Abaddon shot her a wary glance. His face was hidden behind his mask, but his eyes betrayed his alarm at her impatience.

Apollyon met his gaze and shifted her shoulders, her shoulder plates clinking softly with the movement.

A shrug.

Abaddon stared at her. Did this woman know who they stood before?

Wait. Of course she thought she did. She was his Dreamer.

He sighed and turned back towards the throne—

Then stiffened. The Unknown King's eyes were open. He must have been watching them while they silently communicated with each other.

Apollyon stiffened beside him.

"We have a grave matter."

The King's deep voice rolled through the hall like distant drumbeats. There was no mistaking his mood. He was serious, perhaps even angry.

"We're ready to serve," Apollyon said.

"It has been twenty-two hours since a city on Earth declared its support for our cause, and now that same city is under attack by demons." The Unknown King leaned forward slightly. "Close the Sovereign-tier gate. You will be briefed by the Alchemists."

Both generals nodded.

"If I may, Your Majesty…" Apollyon raised her head. "I know it is not our way, but why don't we go straight to the home of these demons?"

"It was not our way."

The Unknown King rose from his throne.

"Now it is."

Apollyon and Abaddon remained still.

"We are at war, but that is not your mission." His gaze settled upon them. "Leave their home to me."