I Can Summon Legendary Figuress

As the massive, frenzied horde of Mythical Beasts gave chase, the tight vanguard completely shattered in an instant.

The elite group of Dragon Princes immediately scattered in pure panic, entirely abandoning their strict military formations.

Each one pushed their spiritual energy to the absolute breaking point, doing their very best just to stay alive in the void.

The beasts pursuing them weren’t any weaker than fully grown, heavily armored dragons.

Born at the terrifying base rank of Demi God, they could only be described as absolute nightmare opponents.

They possessed raw physical strength that could shatter mountains and thick hides that repelled ordinary weapons effortlessly.

But the most terrifying aspect of all was their sheer, overwhelming number.

There were simply far too many of them occupying the airspace.

"Those scheming human bastards! He did this on purpose!"

Chi Gang cursed at the top of his lungs as he moved frantically through the cold sky in a desperate flow state.

He violently twisted his massive, muscular body, narrowly dodging between the snapping jaws of the beasts that continuously attacked him.

His facial expression was incredibly ugly, completely twisted by a mixture of deep humiliation and genuine, suffocating fear.

They didn’t like Ethen, but to their arrogant minds, he was still just another fragile human Demi God from the Bastion.

He wasn’t considered particularly prominent in the grand scheme of things, aside from a few minor, highly publicized incidents.

So naturally, in their immense pride, they had never once expected him to brutally scheme against them like this.

They had walked into the Disaster Land firmly believing they were the apex hunters of the realm.

They hadn’t realized until this exact, terrifying moment that they had walked directly into Ethen’s perfectly laid trap instead.

"When I finally get out of this alive, I’ll personally break his fucking legs!"

Chi Gang cursed wildly, throwing himself recklessly through the endless herd of Mythical Beasts.

He was desperately trying to keep his head attached to his shoulders as massive claws swiped through the space where he just was.

Every single passing second in the cosmic void was incredibly, overwhelmingly dangerous.

One wrong movement, one slight miscalculation in his flight path, could result in a razor-sharp claw tearing right through his armored body.

Another slight hesitation could send him crashing violently into several charging beasts at once, instantly reducing him to bloody paste.

Even with his immense, refined physical strength and veteran combat experience, he couldn’t afford to fight them directly.

He was completely outnumbered and outmatched by the sheer frenzy of the horde.

He could only run for his miserable life.

Two incredibly long, grueling hours slowly passed in the freezing darkness of the Disaster Land.

By the time Chi Gang finally managed to escape the absolute worst of the roaming herd, his physical condition was pathetic.

His expensive, custom-forged armor was heavily dented, his silk clothes were violently torn, and his breathing was incredibly heavy and ragged.

The frenzied beasts had finally become tired of pursuing his specific aura and attacking him relentlessly.

They eventually broke off to hunt easier, slower prey across the glowing plains.

A massive, overwhelming wave of physical and mental relief instantly washed over the exhausted Dragon Prince.

He had successfully survived the trap.

At least for now.

Chi Gang hovered weakly in the empty air, taking a deep, shuddering breath before preparing to quietly leave the chaotic area.

Unfortunately, just as he stabilized his spiritual energy and was about to move, the space beside him distorted slightly.

A heavily armored knight suddenly appeared in the empty sky, floating completely silently right beside him.

It was an entirely unfamiliar figure, clad in dark, imposing armor that radiated a chilling, deathly aura.

Chi Gang’s relieved expression immediately changed back into one of pure, unadulterated horror.

His exhausted muscles instinctively tensed up as he desperately prepared to defend himself from the sudden threat.

"An ambush?"

He frowned deeply, his golden eyes narrowing as he recognized the distinct, summoned energy radiating from the silent knight.

He instantly knew full well what the human Envoy could do if he truly wanted to eliminate them.

The exact same, brutally efficient scene happened simultaneously all over the vast expanse of the Disaster Land.

One unfamiliar, heavily armored figure after another silently appeared directly beside the exhausted members of the Dragon hunting party.

Each time the dark knights appeared out of the void, they attacked the weakened dragons without a single second of hesitation.

There was absolutely no warning given to the victims.

There was no arrogant monologue or petty negotiation.

There was only cold, calculated, and absolute killing.

Meanwhile, far down on the ground, Ethen floated smoothly and calmly over the scattered, glowing grass.

He was completely isolated from the brutal massacres happening in the sky, heading towards a completely different location entirely.

His handsome expression was perfectly calm, lacking any trace of the violent chaos he had just unleashed upon the dragons.

Inside his mind, however, glowing blue text boxes and mechanical numbers continued to rise steadily in his vision.

[You have slain a member of the Dragon Clan]

[You have slain a member of the Dragon Clan]

[You have slain a member of the Dragon Clan]

[All criteria fulfilled.]

[88/100 Dragon Clansmen remaining to unlock S-Rank Class]

Ethen’s dark eyes narrowed slightly as he read the system notifications scrolling past his retinas.

He had never once stopped preparing for his highly demanding class evolution ritual for the Tyrant Blade class.

In fact, securing this specific, bloody advancement was something he had been eagerly looking forward to for a very long time.

He had already successfully fulfilled most of the grueling, impossible requirements demanded by the system.

The only major objective that remained now was harvesting the high-quality blood and souls of the Dragon Clan.

And this highly restricted, isolated Disaster Land had just provided him with the absolute perfect, deniable opportunity to farm them.

He didn’t have to worry about the Dragon Council interfering or the Almighty Gods sensing the sudden drop in their population.

Here, in the cosmic void, he was the only true predator.

"There’s another group hiding nearby."

After a short moment of expanding his spiritual senses, Ethen’s calm expression brightened with genuine, chilling excitement.

His physical figure instantly disappeared from where he stood in the glowing grass, leaving behind only a faint gust of wind.

The very next moment, he moved rapidly and silently towards another isolated group of exhausted Dragon Princes.

...

"We haven’t heard anything from Chi Gang for a while. Did he not succeed with the pull?"

Ao Lykos asked quietly, looking suspiciously towards the elite group leading the hunting expedition.

They were currently standing far away from the initial ambush site, completely unaware of the massacre unfolding across the realm.

"Chi Gang is officially the forty-sixth strongest Dragon Prince currently recorded in the Reverse Scale ranking."

Jiao Shen’s scaly expression became slightly annoyed by the young prince’s sudden lack of faith in their veteran fighters.

"He’s the thirty-first royal son of the mighty Chi Clan. Do you really, honestly think he’ll lose to that fragile human?"

"No."

Ao Lykos frowned deeply, his vertical pupils staring out into the dark, starlit distance of the Disaster Land.

"But you have to clearly understand our position..."

In absolute truth, the wealthy Jiao Clan was doing his family a truly massive political favor by setting this entire execution up.

After all, it was a direct Ao descendant, Prince Lorn, who had been publicly captured and humiliated by the human.

The sheer, undeniable humiliation caused by that incident was something the proud Ao Clan couldn’t simply ignore or brush aside.

It stained their honor and questioned the absolute authority of the Almighty Duke Ao himself.

Ao Lykos therefore knew he couldn’t aggressively question their methods or their chosen hunters too much.

The Jiao Clan was actively helping his family solve their biggest political problem without dirtying the Ao name.

And if absolutely everything went perfectly according to their grand plan, Ethen would die miserably inside the Disaster Land today.

There would be absolutely no physical evidence left behind to incriminate them.

There would be no surviving witnesses to carry the truth back to the Bastion’s military high command.

There would be absolutely no need for the Dragon Council to openly declare a costly war over the tragic, accidental death of a human envoy.

It was the perfect, airtight conspiracy.

"Let’s just relax and keep hunting for our own trophies."

Jiao Shen shook his head dismissively, completely unbothered by the lack of communication from his vanguard team.

He casually pulled a massive, beautifully crafted longbow from his side as the other members of his group gathered tightly around him.

They still desperately needed to maintain the flawless appearance of innocent nobles who simply didn’t know what was happening elsewhere.

That meant they needed to produce real, undeniable physical evidence of their hunting activities to the border guards.

They needed to secure real, freshly killed corpses of Mythical Beasts to prove their alibi.

Real, documented results were the only way to avoid the crushing suspicion of the human Angels.

They needed to easily prove that they had actually been casually hunting inside the Disaster Land the entire time Ethen was killed.

That required immense skill, coordination, and focus to pull off against the feral beasts native to this cosmic realm.

And thankfully, they had plenty of elite skill to spare among their ranks.

Of course, as they calmly prepared their weapons and searched for prey, they were completely, entirely oblivious to the brutal massacre happening all around them.

They had absolutely no idea that the carefully laid trap had been violently flipped on its head.

One wealthy Dragon Prince after another was currently being ruthlessly hunted down in the cold darkness.

One after another, their arrogant, privileged lives were completely disappearing from the Disaster Land, erased by silent knights and a smiling human.

And somewhere deep within the cosmic chaos of the glowing plains...

Ethen’s evolution number was steadily, inevitably approaching one hundred.