I Can Summon Legendary Figuress

"Why do you look worried? This was the plan from the beginning, no?"

Seated comfortably inside the flaming carriage as it tore through the upper atmosphere, the Son of Nezha spoke with a distinct trace of dry amusement in his voice. His expression remained completely relaxed—almost unnervingly so.

Behind them, however, the panoramic view told a very different story.

Several enormous flying beasts were violently cleaving through the dense cloud banks at breakneck speeds, their elite riders desperately pushing their mounts to close the distance.

The past two weeks of calculated chaos had finally drawn the full fury of the realm. For fourteen days straight, the Son of Nezha and his strike force had moved like a phantom disaster from one stronghold to another, hitting prominent bloodlines and clans directly linked to the ancient alliance that had once sealed him away.

At first, the regional lords had dismissed the initial strikes as isolated disputes. But as the targets mounted—first the Demon Wolf Clan, then the Iron Ape Sect, the Silver Crane Pavilion, and the Shadow Viper Enclave—the pattern became impossible to ignore.

This wasn’t random pillaging. Someone was systematically executing a ancient vendetta.

Now, the entire southern territory was mobilizing in a panicked, unified retaliation.

"Hehe." Ethan gave a bitter, self-deprecating smile. "Just getting a little cold feet."

He wasn’t entirely joking. The sheer scale of the conflict had escalated far beyond what he had originally planned when stepping into the Demi-human territories.

He had started by quietly hunting low-tier warriors in the borderlands, progressed through brutal survival trials against Tier 6 instructors, and narrowly survived clashing with a rampaging Demi-god beast.

Now, he was casually sharing a carriage with an ancient Angel while entire regional armies deployed to hunt them down. Ethan knew the razor-thin boundary between possessing combat strength and having enough raw power to survive a multi-front divine war.

"Well," the Son of Nezha remarked, peering down past the open frame of the carriage with a sharp, predatory grin. "It’s about to get a whole lot colder down there."

Ethan frowned slightly, leaning forward.

The Angel pointed a flaming finger toward the colossal expanse stretching endlessly beneath the clouds. "We’ve just crossed into the airspace of the Flood Lands."

At those words, Ethan’s hand instinctively tightened around the dark hilt at his waist.

The solemn words spoken by the Angel Council prior to his departure resonated clearly in his memory:

*"If there is ever going to be a cataclysmic deluge of that scale, it will originate directly from the Flood Dragon’s sacred Dragon Pool. Fortunately, your mission parameters and our strategic targets happen to be one and the same."*

Below their vantage point stretched a vast, oceanic wilderness. The dark waters seemed to swallow the horizon, with massive, violent waves rolling across the surface like moving mountain ridges. Beneath the foam, the gigantic, sinuous silhouettes of aquatic leviathans could be seen circling through the depths.

This was the ancestral domain of the Flood Dragon Clan—one of the most volatile and destructive apex factions within the entire Divine Beast Alliance.

Ancient mythology claimed that in the primordial era, the Flood Dragons were the very entities responsible for drowning continents and swallowing entire mortal civilizations beneath the tide. Only when the supreme Dragon God directly intervened and commanded them to cease did they halt their expansion.

Though they had submitted to divine decrees, their feral instinct for destruction had never waned.

And nestled deep within the black trenches of this submerged domain lay their greatest ancestral heritage: the Dragon Pool.

Ethan looked down into the churning abyss. "So this is where the real objective lies."

The Son of Nezha smirked. "Right on the mark."

Suddenly, the carriage came to a dead halt.

It didn’t decelerate or drift—it simply locked into absolute stillness in midair, its crimson flames continuing to hiss against the atmospheric pressure.

The pursuing vanguard closed the net instantly. Within seconds, hundreds of elite combatants encircled the burning vessel from every possible angle.

Dozens rode massive winged drakes and armored thunder-hawks, others floated freely by circulating dense Demi-god aura, while powerful aquatic champions stood mounted atop the heads of colossal sea beasts breaking the surface below.

"We have the trespassers surrounded!"

"Lock down the spatial coordinates! Do not let them tear open a rift!"

"Come out and submit to the judgment of the Alliance!"

Hundreds of furious shouts rolled across the stormy sky.

The Son of Nezha surveyed the massive blockade without the slightest flicker of concern. In fact, his gaze carried a look of bored disappointment.

Ethan remained dead silent, knowing full well the tragic mistake the pursuers had made: they believed they were the hunters who had successfully cornered their quarry.

The Angel slowly raised his right index finger.

A microscopic, shimmering ring of ultra-compressed crimson fire materialized just inches around the carriage’s perimeter.

Then—*BOOM!*

The miniature ring detonated outward in a flat, blinding planar shockwave.

It expanded across the sky with catastrophic velocity—far faster than the surrounding warriors could react, and far too rapid for defensive artifacts or bloodline barriers to deploy.

The fiery ring sheared through the atmosphere like a razor-sharp conceptual blade.

For a fraction of a second, the entire surrounding armada froze in suspended animation.

Then, the sky erupted in a sickening rain of blood.

Warriors, mounts, and heavy armor were bisected cleanly at the waist. Severed limbs, shattered weapons, and decapitated heads rained downward through the shattered clouds. Flesh was vaporized before the sound of screams could even form.

In less than three seconds, the hundreds of threatening voices were permanently erased.

The sea below immediately turned a deep, churning crimson as hundreds of high-tier carcasses plunged into the water.

Ethan stepped to the very edge of the carriage, looking down at the slaughter. In ordinary waters, spilling blood was the easiest way to summon a feeding frenzy of sharks. But in the deep waters of the Flood Lands, the apex predators answering the call were something far more terrifying.

A colossal, horned silhouette surged through the red-stained tide. Then another. Then dozens more.

The entire sea began to froth and boil as massive Flood Dragons, measuring hundreds of meters in length, converged upon the falling feast with ravenous roars that shook the ocean bedrock.

Ethan watched the chaotic spectacle unfold, his eyes narrowing as he realized the slaughter had only served as the opening act.

The Son of Nezha stepped up beside him, patting his shoulder with a casual grin. "Thanks for driving the carriage this far, kid. And best of luck with your personal evolution ritual."

As he spoke, a radiant emerald light coalesced in the air beside the Angel.

A tiny, delicate sprout woven from pure primordial wood energy materialized out of the void. Within heartbeats, the sprout took root in empty space, swelling exponentially as thick, glowing roots wove together to anchor an ancient dimensional gateway.

Ethan looked back at the expanding portal. "There’s someone else joining this party, isn’t there?"

The Son of Nezha gave a mysterious wink. "You’ll find out the second you dive."

Ethan nodded calmly. "Understood. Thank you."

Without another word, Ethan leaned forward and jumped into the empty air, plummeting like a spear toward the raging ocean below.

The exact moment Ethan’s figure pierced the frothing surface of the sea, the celestial gateway behind him detonated with brilliant, blinding light.

Five immense angelic figures stepped through the dimensional threshold into the open sky, their collective divine presence causing the atmospheric temperature to plummet to near freezing.

Towering behind the five Angels emerged a colossal tree golem, its ancient bark completely engraved with glowing celestial glyphs. A magnificent wooden crown rested atop its head, radiating an overwhelming spiritual pressure that instantly suppressed the bloodlines of every Flood Dragon swimming below.

The colossal golem stepped forward onto the clouds, its ancient wooden joints creaking like shifting tectonic plates as its glowing green eyes locked onto the deepest trench of the ocean.

"Blood Serpent God Levi."

The golem’s voice didn’t thunder, yet the resonant sound reverberated through the oceanic crust and vibrated across the entire hemisphere.

"Stop hiding beneath the mud like a coward. We know you’ve been lurking here all along."

The ancient entity paused, a distinctly mocking tone creeping into its voice. "Come on out and say hello to your maker."

The Divine Beast Alliance had spent the last two weeks fortifying their sacred mountain in anticipation of a direct assault, completely failing to notice that the true strike was aimed at their most vulnerable, recuperating deity: the wounded Blood Serpent God.

The ocean beneath the portal violently churned as tidal waves hundreds of meters high surged toward the sky.

From the deepest abyss of the ocean, the water fractured.

First rose a pair of colossal, blood-red horns capable of piercing clouds, followed by a massive, armored serpentine skull that defied mortal scale. The sheer displacement of water caused the surrounding sea level to rise drastically.

The tree golem merely sneered, manifesting a colossal divine wooden staff from the void. "Don’t look so terrified, Levi. I promise to use your shed hide to craft a fine pair of boots."

*BOOM!*

The ocean detonated in an apocalyptic geyser as the Blood Serpent God breached the surface, its venomous roar shattering the storm clouds above as it engaged the descending Angels.

Meanwhile, hundreds of fathoms below the roaring cataclysm, Ethan propelled himself deeper into the silent, freezing darkness of the abyss.

The battle amongst gods had nothing to do with him, his whole thing here was to survive the flood that was brewing above..

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