Dungeon King: A Lady Knight Offered by My Goblins

With each clash of them, the sky resounded with thunderous booms.

Alvin, wielding his sword with boundless strength, sent forth sword aura like dragons, cleaving through the demonic smog.

Daphne, in turn, wielded her chains of flame to conjure fiery barriers in the air, attempting to ward off Alvin’s relentless attacks.

Phito’s attacks were ferocious and sly, but Alvin’s swordsmanship was both sharp and sophisticated.

Alvin agilely dodged Daphne’s chains of flame, then swiftly pounced towards her, his sword piercing into the demon’s flesh.

Daphne let out a piercing howl, and black smoke quickly enveloped the entire battlefield.

“Alvin, you have enraged me. Death will be your only end,” Daphne’s mouth opened slightly, her demonic voice carrying far and wide.

Harnessing her full power, Daphne charged towards Alvin, accompanied by a sky full of demonic clouds.

Alvin, undaunted, engaged once more in the fray.

Ethan’s eyes gleamed with a hint of realization. 

At the level of Phito or Alvin, their methods of attack had become unadorned.

Even Alvin was utilizing basic sword techniques, the kind that every swordsman learns from a young age.

But the power they wielded was far from simple; Alvin was enveloped with the vigorous and commanding force of light and thunder.

Phito’s power, on the other hand, was even more enigmatic, a blend of curses, destruction, and darkness…

Regardless, every move and turn in their battle tugged at the Power of Law.

In the Deityforsaken Land, could a 10th-rank powerhouse really influence the Power of Law?

But wasn’t the use of Power of Law a privilege reserved for deities?

As Ethan pondered, Alvin and Daphne’s battle escalated yet again.

Both Alvin and Daphne unleashed their formidable divine powers.

Alvin’s divine sword traced arcs of dazzling light across the sky, illuminating the entire battlefield; while Daphne’s chains of flame danced wildly, carrying streaks of black lightning that heated the surrounding air to a searing degree.

Their figures darted across the battlefield, colliding at times to produce deafening roars.

Each clash sparked a sky full of sparks, as if to set the whole world ablaze.

Daphne fought with growing ferocity, unleashing her power without restraint.

Darkness, destruction, curses… these forces took their turns, churning the sky into a dense tapestry of clouds, with lightning crisscrossing through, as if the whole Deityforsaken Land had been plunged into an apocalyptic state.

Ethan’s heart was filled with concern; the stronger Daphne appeared, the more it signified that Phito was using her body with increasing ease.

Lana Mokos noticed the dire situation as well: “Alvin had the upper hand at first, but after striking Daphne, he started to falter. At this rate, his defeat is certain.”

Ethan’s eyes were fixed on the battlefield: “I know, but what should we do now?”

Lana Mokos shook her head slightly, cautioning:

“Let’s wait for Alvin’s signal. If we act rashly, we might harm him instead.”

Daphne, watching Alvin retreat step by step, let out a wild laugh:

“Ha ha ha, is this Alvin? Is this all a Demi-god amounts to?”

Even as he was mocked, Alvin showed no anger, nor did he respond to Daphne.

Daphne’s laughter grew more arrogant, her chains of flame swinging like cudgels.

She struck Alvin repeatedly, and with each blow, his reactions grew slower.

As the battle wore on, Alvin gradually felt the overwhelming strength of Daphne’s dark powers.

His divine sword moved slower and slower in the air, its light dimming by the moment.

Daphne seized the opportunity to counterattack, her chains drawing fiery serpents in the air, each carrying black lightning, and struck fiercely at Alvin.

Alvin struggled to fend off Daphne’s assaults, but his body was already being corroded by dark powers, and he could feel an all-encompassing fatigue sweeping through him.

Ethan gripped his spear tightly, stepping forward decisively:

“No, Alvin is about to fall. We must help; Phito’s Power of Soul is incredibly strong, and with the uniqueness of Daphne’s body, Alvin stands no chance.”

Lana Mokos stood behind Ethan, as if ready to follow his lead at a moment’s notice.

Waiting for Ethan to make a move, Lana Mokos noticed that he seemed to have halted. She asked in a low voice, “What is it?”

Ethan touched his nose, speaking oddly:

“Look closely at Alvin’s divine sword.”

Each time Alvin’s divine sword resisted Daphne’s chains of flame, it would tremble, sending ripples through the surrounding void.

As the divine sword trembled, it grew dimmer as if all of its energy was being vibrated out of it.I think you should take a look at

Yet Ethan, observing such a strange phenomenon, fell into deep thought.

The vibration of energy, its ultimate purpose is to transmit, but Ethan couldn’t see any energy being transferred out from Alvin’s sword.

So, Ethan was curious — where did all the vibrational energy from Alvin’s sword go?

As Alvin was being pushed back by Daphne, the answer revealed itself.

Sword lights rolled in from the horizon, sweeping towards Alvin and Daphne like tidal waves.

Just like the vibrating rule upon Alvin’s divine sword, the sword lights coming from the horizon vibrated with the same force.

Ethan looked upon this terrifying and magnificent scene, his mouth agape, whispering in awe:

“Is this Alvin’s killer move?”

Lana Mokos too stood with her mouth wide open, her pure eyes filled with the spectacle of the endless sword lights.

Such vast sword lights, Daphne could not possibly withstand.

The astonishing transformation at the edge of the sky did not escape Daphne’s notice.

Her eyes widened, she shouted harshly:

“Alvin, so all of this was your ploy, you can wield the concussion rule, then why haven’t you become a deity? It defies logic!”

Alvin’s face, once marred by defeat, now cleared as he held his divine sword and hummed:

“You demon, possessing such a beautiful girl’s body, now dare to question me? You have no right. Get out of her body.”

Daphne was not about to sit idly by, instead, she resisted frantically, lashing out against the dense sword intent and wave-like sword lights, rebelling wildly.

Phito indeed was formidable; he stirred the winds and clouds into chaos, with thunderstorms abound.

The sky turned dark under his influence, but the myriad sword lights were like beams piercing through darkness, rendering Phito’s methods utterly ineffective.

For the first time, a sense of urgency appeared in Daphne’s eyes, the demonism within them dispersing like ink in water, then coalescing.

After several repetitions, her gaze took on a touch of determination.

A thick demon aura began to emanate from Daphne’s body.

Within the demonic clouds, Phito’s demonism form gradually revealed itself.

He stood ten meters tall, towering over the highest peaks, akin to a moving mountain range.

His skin was a deep black, like the dark clouds in a night sky, filled with a sense of mystery and terror.

Phito’s physique was unbelievably robust; each muscle seemed carved from hard rock, pulsating with power.

His arms were so thick they could easily lift a castle, and his legs were like two massive iron columns, supporting his colossal frame.

His fingers were long and sharp, like swords, each swipe capable of summoning gales and storms.

Upon seeing Phito’s upper body, Lana Mokos’s soul began to tremble, her words coming out unclear:

“This… is this Phito? Thank goodness he has no physical body, for if there were one that could contain him, Phito could entirely become a deity. No, more like a demon incarnate.”

Ethan secured the descending Daphne, but he had no time to examine her physical condition.

Instead, his gaze was fixed firmly on Phito, affirming:

“Phito’s demonism is born from his divinity, and then his demonism grew unrestricted around the Celestial Blossom. The true extent of Phito’s demonic power is unclear to me. But it should be on par with a deity!”

Phito’s eyes were red, like two blazing flames, flickering with malevolent light.

His gaze was filled with cruelty and madness, as if he could see through the fragility and helplessness of all life.

His mouth was filled with sharp teeth, each capable of rending steel, and his tongue was a long serpent, ever ready to devour any enemy bold enough to challenge him.

Phito’s malevolent face was still shrouded in demon aura:

“Alvin, it was you who forced me out. Prepare to meet your end.”

Behind Phito unfurled a pair of immense wings, constructed of myriad bones and shattered dragon scales, each piece exuding an aura of death.

As he took flight, his wings spread wide, his shadow blanketed the sky as if heralding the apocalypse.

The sword lights that filled the sky were enveloped by Phito’s wings.

It was as if the concussion rule no longer applied to Phito; the sword lights that struck him had no effect whatsoever.

Ethan, watching the Phito who stood above in the sky, wings unfurled and oozing the stench of death, his expression turned exceedingly grim.

“I had not anticipated Phito’s soul to be of such magnitude. Daphne’s body was a restraint to him, a restraint we have inadvertently broken.”

Phito opened his mouth, revealing sharp, chilling teeth.

His serpent head swelled with the wind, transforming into a massive snake that lunged towards Alvin, intent on devouring him.

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