Summoners War: Only I Summoned Divine Beasts

Chapter 44: Kneel Before the King

Chapter 44: Kneel Before the King

Rudeus squinted his eyes, feeling challenged. There was no way he would back down from the provocation.

He immediately stood up with a calm expression, planning to show who was the boss.

"You better watch closely." Rudeus harrumphed.

"Rudeus Viti Liaystian. You are requesting an axe. Is that correct?"

"Yes, sir." Rudeus nodded to Jason.

This time, a big man came into the class because of the size of the axe that Rudeus requested. It was twice as tall as Rudeus himself. The man put the axe in the middle, since Rudeus couldn't move it by himself.

Rudeus nodded to the man, acknowledging the man's effort. Just like August, Rudeus took out a bull's horn, but this black horn was thicker and longer than a normal bull.

"The underworld bull, huh?"

"Yes. The bull has been contaminated by the aura of death in the south. I'll be using this as the second catalyst." Rudeus smiled as he put the horn on top of the axe.

"O' Miracle of the World, Divine Being of Summoning, please use my body as the beacon and grant the beloved being your passage. By my name, Rudeus Viti Liaystian, heed my call and come forth to this world, the great being of another world."

The light enveloped the catalysts like what had happened previously, but it suddenly changed as the light gradually turned black with a trace of red, as if it were exuding its bloodlust.

The Ena flickered in the air as people felt their hair rise and the glass started to shake.

Jason furrowed his eyebrows, ready to use his own power to neutralize it if necessary.

The red and black light gradually shaped a giant humanoid figure with an enormous pair of horns. Its height was comparable to the cyclops Rudeus had, almost touching the top of the ceiling. However, all of them could feel the immeasurable pressure it was exuding.

"Come forth." Rudeus smirked as the light disappeared, revealing the demon's true form.

"A minotaur!"

"But this is not a normal minotaur."

"It's exuding such a weird pressure."

The students gasped, feeling scared just by looking at its body.

"Moo!" The minotaur let out a roar.

With a wave of his hand, Jason used his Ena to form a half-spherical barrier that blocked the shock wave, not wanting the windows to shatter.

However, the students could definitely feel the strength the bull had.

"As expected of his highness."

"To think that he is able to summon this powerful minotaur."

"August's gnome is good, but the minotaur is simply too powerful."

Even Nathan was astounded by the minotaur's appearance, but for a different reason. When he saw those bloodshot eyes, Nathan remembered a certain myth. That figure had a similar feature to the minotaur but much more sinister.

He couldn't help but mutter, "What's next? Is he gonna summon the Baphomet?"

Jason didn't care about the minotaur. "That is enough. You may recall your familiar. I hope that you don't interrupt with the ritual."

"My apologies." Rudeus politely nodded as the minotaur disappeared. While walking back to his seat, Rudeus looked at August with a smug smile.

Jason maintained his composure and asked, "Alright. Anyone would like to try?"

After such a display from Rudeus, no one really wanted to try since they knew they would be compared to the minotaur.

As Jason was about to call a name, a student suddenly raised his hand. "Teacher. I'm willing to try."

"Sure. Go on."

"Landark?"

"He is going to test his might against those two monsters?"

Landark stood up and took a glimpse of Nathan before harrumphing.

Nathan tilted his head in confusion, asking inwardly, 'Did I offend him or something?'

"You are asking for a great wolf cub, right?" Jason asked.

"Yes, Teacher."

The female staff returned, bringing a box that contained a wolf cub corpse. It seemed that they killed this cub not long ago.

Landark took out a crescent moon pendant and put it on the wolf cub.

Just like the others, he chanted the summoning call.

"Is he going to summon a werewolf?"

"The werewolf is strong, but their strength depends on the items sacrificed for them."

"I guess we'll be able to see the famous werewolf. Landark's family is quite known for their hunter-type familiars."

The students looked more relaxed, thinking that Landark was still within a realm they could reach, unlike August and Rudeus.

Because the sacrifice wasn't something special, the Ena didn't produce any amazing phenomena. It calmly formed a werewolf figure.

However, the moment the light disappeared, it actually burst into all directions, as if the werewolf had control over the light and deliberately dispersed it.

"What? Did the werewolf just do that?"

"Look at the werewolf's appearance."

The werewolf had bulging muscles and sharp claws. Its gaze was cold like that of a predator, and there were two huge scars, one running from its forehead all the way to its right cheek, while the other stretched from the right shoulder to the stomach. Just from its appearance, they knew the werewolf had undergone hundreds of battles.

"Amazing."

"It might not be as strong as the gnome or the minotaur, but this werewolf is very strong."

"As expected, I guess there is a reason he is one of the top students in the class."

"Indeed. He is able to summon a werewolf at that level without an epic sacrifice."

"If he has one, I'm afraid the gap between him and those two won't be that far."

"Still, I wonder how strong that werewolf is compared to that wolf..."

Everyone immediately knew which wolf being mentioned in the conversation. It was obviously Fenrir.

"Hahahaha. I have got a werewolf! A high-ranking werewolf. Did you see that?" Landark pointed at Nathan.

Nathan pointed at himself while looking back. He thought that the previous result had shown that he was a competent summoner, but why would someone provoke him out of nowhere?

Seeing the confusion on Nathan's face, Selena whispered from a distance. "He is Landark Woodell. He got 6th place last trip."

"6th... Ah!" Nathan finally understood why he had been provoking him this whole time.

"Yes. He thought you were lucky, and he was the one who deserved to get the fifth place. But because of you, he couldn't get that spot. Basically, he is just being a sore loser."

"I can understand that. I will probably act the same if you are taken by someone else. Just kidding." Nathan chuckled.

Selena widened her eyes dumbfoundedly as if her brain had just stopped working for a second, not expecting Nathan to say those words.

Meanwhile, Nathan sighed at Landark's action. He understood why he was a sore loser, but he should have done that to the current fifth place, not him.

He didn't know why he targeted him personally, but there was one possible reason in his mind. Landark's bloodline focused on summoning werewolves, so he thought it was easy to pick a fight with him, since Fenrir was just a normal wolf.

"What are you sighing? I'm challenging you to a Summoners War!" Landark pointed at Nathan.

"What can you even offer anyway? You must have used up a lot of resources and all of your cores, so you have nothing to offer." Nathan shook his head helplessly. "Besides..."

The atmosphere suddenly turned tranquil for a second, as if the heavens wanted to hear it as well.

A deep continued Nathan's words.

"What can a mere imitation do against me?"

Fenrir suddenly appeared next to Nathan. His appearance was already different from a month ago.

The werewolf widened his eyes, his body shivering in fear. When he looked at Fenrir, his bloodline was instinctively telling him to kneel. It was hard to even resist the urge to look down.

Only the werewolf, who shared a similar bloodline, would be able to see Fenrir's true nature. It was as if there was a monstrous wolf standing behind him, looking down at him with an absolute gaze.

It felt like he couldn't say no if the other party wanted to devour him.

*Bang!*

That loud noise shattered the uneasiness in the room as they all saw the werewolf was actually kneeling, its body convulsing uncontrollably as if he were fearing for his life.

"Kneel before the king," said Nathan with a smug smile on his face. What werewolf? He was nothing compared to the king of wolves.