Dungeon King: A Lady Knight Offered by My Goblins

Phito’s demonism still lingered around them, like a tiger watching its prey, waiting for the moment they let their guard down to pounce viciously.

King was in a dire state, struggling to withstand the onslaught of Phito’s demonism, nearly on the brink of collapse.

The demonism, sensing an easy target, attacked King time and time again relentlessly.

Left with no choice, Ethan stepped beside King and flung him away to safety.

King landed with a painful thud but bore no resentment, instead continuously expressing his gratitude towards Ethan.

As the room became saturated with Phito’s demonism, Alvin bellowed in a low tone:

“Phito is coming, prepare yourselves…”

Sure enough, the next second, Daphne stood up abruptly, crudely yanking out the Soul Tentacles from the back of her head.

Her voice remained that of Daphne’s, but the tone was eerily twisted, as if layered with a demonic resonance:

“You all deserve to die, daring to awaken the great demon Phito.”

Ethan, repulsed by such vile words, couldn’t help but shout:

“Phito, you beast. Daphne treated you so well, and yet you have the heart to be so cruel.”

Daphne turned around, her fair face smeared with a demon aura, the corners of her eyes accentuated with a heavy demonic eyeshadow, her eyebrows now appearing more profound.

Daphne now looked the part of a little witch.

“Ethan, it’s surprising you found me so quickly. You must be quite fortunate! Do you know why I left Daphne by your side?”

“Because your divine artifact is too tempting. I had intended for Daphne to spend some time with you, but I didn’t expect you to be seeking death…”

As she finished, Daphne’s black pupils swelled with violence and bloodlust, “If you seek death, that’s no concern of mine.”

Daphne’s figure flickered, and in the next moment, she appeared before Ethan.

With a mere thought, Ethan summoned the Blasphemous Spear into his grasp.

Filled with wrath, he thrust the spear directly towards Daphne’s chest.

Surprisingly, Daphne made no attempt to dodge; instead, she moved closer to the spear’s tip, her eyes morphing into a look of timidity and pity:

“Brother, do you truly intend to kill me?”

Her words carried no demonic resonance, no trace of demon aura, only the pure essence that was unmistakably Daphne’s.

Ethan’s temples throbbed wildly, and he quickly diverted the spear to the side.

But Daphne’s movements did not cease; she struck Ethan squarely in the chest with her palm.

A dark, pitch-black handprint penetrated Ethan’s sturdy attire, branding his chest.

The sinister handprint exuded a relentless demon aura, eroding Ethan’s body.

Daphne’s mouth opened wide as she let out a manic laugh, her cackles laden with a demonic echo.

Ethan was sent flying out of the study, a gush of fresh blood spraying from his mouth.

Blood stained Ethan’s teeth crimson, fueling his raging fury as he bellowed:

“Phito, you deserve to die!”

Daphne laughed even heartier, in pursuit of Ethan.

At that moment, Alvin’s body was radiant with divinity, surrounded by the Rune of Law:

“You face me now. Bullying a guest of mine is something I cannot allow.”

Daphne’s eyes narrowed, her whole being swirling with demon aura, preparing to deliver a fatal blow to Alvin.

Outside the study, King helped Ethan to his feet, constantly asking:

“Master, are you alright?”

Ethan paid no heed to King, instead, he yelled towards Alvin:

“Be careful! I suspect Phito possesses the Rune of Strength Rule, and he remains the most supreme of magi…”

Alvin did not respond to Ethan, his gaze fixed steadfastly on Phito.

The two stood in slow confrontation, and with their standoff, the very sky seemed to alter.

The world around them suddenly became shrouded with ominous clouds, darkness clashing with light within this domain.

It was a collision of their Powers of Soul, stirring the heavens and earth, like armies of thousands clashing in battle.

Alvin, scion of the Deity Keeper, was born with a potent spiritual gift.

Phito, marked by a tragic fate, had cultivated for untold durations within the domain of Celestial Blossom, his Power of Soul equally resilient.

Had it not been for the Deityforsaken Land, Alvin might even fall short of Phito.

Accompanied by the thunderous roar, the august Alvin initiated the onslaught.

His divinity surged, with the Rune of Law enveloping him, covering the sky.

A golden radiance burst forth within the room, vowing to contend with Phito’s demonism.

Alvin himself had undergone a transformation.

Clad in golden armor, he wielded a godly sword flickering with lightning.

His eyes brimmed with endless wisdom and power, as if he could command the cosmos itself.

Ethan’s eyes widened in awe at the scene unfolding before him.I think you should take a look at

Deity… could even a deity match this?

But it made sense, Alvin, by all accounts, should be in the realm of a Demi-god.

Across from Alvin stood Daphne, gradually being devoured by demon aura.

Her visage was sinister and terrifying, her gaze emanating a malevolent light.

In her right hand, a black staff appeared, entwined with a green serpent.

The serpent on the staff bore crimson eyes, emitting a bizarre red-green glow capable of muddling the mind.

Demonism swirled around the bared fangs of the serpent, like twin black holes.

Daphne’s power stemmed from the dark abyss, her body transformed by the Celestial Blossom, carrying with it the forces of destruction and curse.

Both stood their ground, sharp as needles, unyielding as wheat awns, neither one backing down.

With a peal of thunder that seemed to sound the horn of battle, Phito and Alvin unleashed their most powerful attacks.

Alvin, wielding his divine sword, cleaved through the void, releasing a bolt of lightning-like brilliance.

Lightning furiously erupted from the sword, incinerating everything in Phito’s vicinity to ashes in an instant.

Phito countered with dark magic.

He brandished his staff, releasing a surge of dark energy.

A black fog spread, devouring everything around Phito.

This fog was imbued with endless malevolence, neutralizing Alvin’s attacks one by one.

Their clash now posed a threat to the safety of the Lord’s Manor.

Ethan witnessed the Rune of Law atop the Lord’s Manor light up one after another, with divinity flowing according to the runes.

The Manor radiated a pearlescent glow, safeguarding everything within.

Otherwise, the mere fallout from their single exchange of blows would have been enough to rend the study asunder.

Lana Mokos stood beside Ethan, shaking her head in wonder:

“Is this the power of a Demi-god? It’s truly formidable.”

Ethan deeply agreed, and after a long pause, he said:

“We must seize the opportunity to aid Alvin, or he will be defeated.”

Lana Mokos, surprised by Ethan’s lack of confidence in the battle, asked in bewilderment:

“Why do you think so? Alvin appears to be strong.”

A bitter smile overflowed Ethan’s face as he shook his head slightly:

“Phito has laid too many trump cards within Daphne!”

As they conversed, the battle between Phito and Alvin grew increasingly frenzied.

The fight escalated in intensity, with Phito and Alvin alternating between offense and defense.

Alvin harnessed holy power, conjuring shields of light to repel Phito’s dark magic attack by attack.

Phito, in turn, struck with the power of the serpent, aiming a lethal blow to defeat Alvin.

Yet, neither could gain an advantage over the other, and the situation gradually reached a deadlock.

Ethan’s hands clenched the spear, his teeth gritted with the urge to join the fray.

But every attempt was halted by Lana Mokos: “Have you lost your mind? Phito and Alvin, though fiercely battling, have yet to use their killer moves. If you jump in now, won’t you just become a target for Phito?”

Ethan was restless, growling in a low voice: “Every second that ticks by puts Daphne in greater danger.”

Lana Mokos grasped Ethan’s hand, her deep blue eyes emanating a warm glow:

“Ethan, don’t let Phito’s demonism influence you. This isn’t you.”

A sudden chill washed over Ethan’s heart, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head, refreshing his thoughts.

He snapped his gaze towards Daphne, who was also looking towards Phito, her eyes heavy with demonism, her lips curled in a disdainful smirk.

Ethan closed his eyes for a few seconds, then reopened them, a golden light shooting forth from his gaze.

Daphne, too, unleashed a black magic arrow from her eyes, countering Ethan’s golden light.

The Phito within Daphne emanated a profound sense of provocation.

Ethan calmed down, took a deep breath, and murmured to himself:

“Let Alvin keep pushing Phito to reveal his killer move.”

The battle raged on in the sky above.

Daphne’s assaults were fierce and cunning, yet Alvin’s swordplay was both fierce and exquisite.

Unyielding, Alvin stood his ground, while Daphne was the first to shift tactics, her black staff with the green serpent morphing into chains of scorching flame. 

The flames, heavy with darkness, seemed akin to the infernal fires of hell itself.

Daphne’s eyes glinted with malevolence, and with a cold laugh, she launched another attack on Alvin.

Alvin dodged Daphne’s onslaught with agility, his long sword swinging, slicing beams of light through the battlefield.

Daphne roared, her form wreathed in billowing black smoke, as she lunged at Alvin.

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