Dungeon King: A Lady Knight Offered by My Goblins

Alvin’s face was marked by extreme gravity, his eyebrows nearly knitting together in consternation.

Clearly, Alvin had not anticipated Phito to be so formidable.

Possessing only the Power of Soul, Phito’s revealed true form had already reached the level of a demonic being.

Alvin’s mind was already in turmoil, regretting having accepted this deadly quest.

“Ethan, there is only one way now, and that is to use the power of Lord’s Manor,” Alvin looked towards Ethan, “but the associated cost must be borne by you. You will have to deliver a piece of divine crystal to me afterward.”

Ethan, feeling Daphne’s body gradually warming and her heart starting to beat again, realized that Daphne was awakening. What did Phito have to do with him?

Ethan’s mouth opened slightly, a tone of resignation in his voice:

“Fine, Mr. Alvin. If you can kill Phito, I will bear the so-called cost of the divine crystal.”

Alvin let out a faint snort of cold laughter, and suddenly his right hand began to move, divinity swirling crazily around his arm.

The divinity on his arm, carrying the grandeur of the Celestial Deity, flowed together, shining in the air like a constellation.

The star map illuminated the entire Lord’s Manor, and the citizens of City 32 stood in the streets, gazing at the miraculous scene above.

“The Lord is resorting to using Godfall?”

“Is he doing it to combat that demon?”

“Right, how did that demon come to be?”

“Don’t worry, now that the Lord has deployed Godfall, not even a Fallen Angel would prevail.”

…

Divinity from the sky infused into Alvin’s body.

Like Phito, Alvin underwent a transformation; his body began to swell, his skin taking on a profound shade of blue, like the stars in the night sky, twinkling with a mysterious light.

This blue was not simply a color, but was imbued with boundless energy.

After absorbing the divinity, Alvin’s physique became unbelievably robust, each muscle appearing as if forged from the hardest Mithril, brimming with power.

Having used the Godfall ability, Alvin’s form was now in no way inferior to Phito’s.

Alvin’s hair cascaded down his shoulders like a waterfall, shimmering a deep gold.

This gold was not an ordinary yellow but shone with a divine light, as if the radiance of the sun itself had coalesced.

His eyes were like two brilliant stars, flickering with the light of wisdom, able to perceive the essence of all things.

Phito looked deeply at Alvin and slowly shook his head, saying:

“You must be mad, to expend centuries of the city’s accumulated divinity for a stranger. You… you are even crazier than I am.”

From Alvin’s large eyes shot beams of gold, as if intending to smelt Phito under their luminous assault.

“You don’t understand what this means to me,” Alvin said, his gaze carrying a tinge of fanaticism, not the kind borne of flame, but an indescribable fervor.

Ethan, observing Alvin’s expression, felt an abrupt twinge in his heart.

Something was terribly amiss!

In City 32, Alvin and Phito stood facing each other, their forms like two towering peaks, majestic and holy.

Between them, the air seemed to solidify, a palpable tension spreading over the entire city.

The battle commenced without warning, as Alvin and Phito engaged in fierce combat.

Their speed was lightning-fast, each strike causing the heavens and earth to tremble.

Alvin’s divine sword cleaved through the void, trailing dazzling rays of light, while Phito’s chains of flame released surges of dark energy.

The two forces collided in the air, unleashing thunderous explosions.

Ethan felt the terrifying magical fluctuations in the air, his heart constricting repeatedly.

The powers of Phito and Alvin were now shaking the Deityforsaken Land.

He watched as the void was torn apart, buildings within the city crumbled under the force of their divine power.

The ground of City 32 was shattered, black and white flames intertwining and bursting forth everywhere.

Becoming true Demi-gods, their powers seemed boundless and inexhaustible.

Alvin and Phito battled in the sky for three days and nights without pause.

Their might remained overwhelming, each casual grasp an attack of celestial proportions…

Ethan dared not approach the battlefield, his gaze fixed on every move Phito made.

His spiritual power was rapidly depleting as he continually used the Eye of Alchemy to scrutinize Phito’s form.

But Phito had the body of a Demi-god, and even the Power of Soul swirling around him could fend off Ethan’s probing gaze.

Ethan was so fatigued that he couldn’t even breach the self-defensive Power of Soul that surrounded Phito.

Such was the chasm between a 9th-rank powerhouse and a Demi-god…I think you should take a look at

Ethan tirelessly used the Eye of Alchemy to examine Phito, yet to little avail.

“It’s no good, I feel like Alvin is definitely constrained right now. Dragging out the time will surely give Phito the upper hand,” Lana Mokos conjectured boldly, shaking Ethan’s arm.

Ethan nodded gravely: “I’m aware, but I can’t find Phito’s weakness.”

His tone carried a sense of defeat. He had thought that defeating a few ancient deities would make him invincible.

But now Ethan understood clearly.

Ancient deities like Aneropo or the Elf King had been in decline for too long, their powers a mere fraction of what they once were.

Ethan’s victories over them weren’t due to his own greatness but because those ancient deities were weakened, nearly completely dissipated from the world.

Faced with a Demi-god in their prime, Ethan wouldn’t stand a chance.

Lana Mokos shook her head slightly and said with a cold huff:

“Trying to find Phito’s weakness now is too late. Alvin may not hold out that long.”

“We can only help Alvin once!”

“What do you propose we do?” Ethan asked in return.

“I will use my Power of Soul to its fullest to distract Phito. You’re stronger than me; you have to join in their hand-to-hand combat!” Lana Mokos said gravely, her face stern.

Ethan’s spirit rallied, his grip on the Blasphemous Spear tightening.

Upon the Blasphemous Spear was the Unerring Rule of the Elf King, one of the reasons the spear was considered a divine artifact.

If there was anything on the battlefield that could pose a threat to Phito, the Blasphemous Spear was certainly one of them.

“Alright, let’s do it,” Ethan agreed.

In the sky, Phito and Alvin were still entwined in combat.

Alvin’s eyes burned with urgency, frustration mounting as he found no way to breach Phito’s defenses.

Suddenly, a black speck flew between them.

Alvin paused, startled, while Phito seized the opportunity, extending his claw-like hands towards Alvin’s chest.

However, the black speck erupted with intense energy, repelling Phito’s attack.

Phito focused on the dark shape, confusion showing in his eyes:

“Ethan?”

What followed was fury, “Ethan, I didn’t want to kill you. After all, you brought me into the Deityforsaken Land, and it was you who freed me from the curse of the Celestial Blossom. But now, seeking death like this, you leave me no choice.”

Phito prepared to flick his two fingers towards Ethan, intending to blast him into flesh and blood ruin, to halt his life.

Ethan let out a roar of rage at Phito.

But compared to Phito’s towering ten-meter stature, Ethan’s one-meter-eighty frame was nothing but an ant.

His roar was so faint, Phito might not have even heard it.

He just saw Ethan’s spear growing red-hot, its light intensifying.

The Language of Nature coalesced upon the spear, the Holy Light, Flame, Thunder, and Frost — all five Nature Languages twined around the Blasphemous Spear.

Ethan channeled all his strength into the spear, then flung it skyward:

“Alvin, catch it well. Use my spear to pierce Phito’s heart!”

Initially, Alvin was filled with anger at Ethan’s arrival.

He had been evenly matched with Phito, and now with Ethan suddenly joining the fray, he found himself also having to ensure Ethan’s safety.

But to his surprise, Ethan possessed a divine artifact, which was enveloped in various powers of other divine artifacts.

Those powers seemed to narrate the forces of Thunder, Frost, Flame, and other Rune of Law.

They were pure, wild, all converging upon a single spear.

Alvin reached out, and the Blasphemous Spear grew with the wind, transforming from the size of a toothpick to a towering pillar four to five meters long in his grasp.

He thrust the spear toward Phito’s chest.

Phito’s body roiled with demonism, layers of dark energy striving to drag down the spear.

But the Blasphemous Spear only paused for a moment before it pierced directly into Phito’s chest.

The spear penetrated Phito’s heart, eliciting a scream of agony from him. 

Like a deflated balloon, he rapidly shrank, his eyes filled with hatred. He cast a deep look at Ethan and then dissipated into smoke, vanishing into the air.

Phito had arrived inexplicably and fled just as swiftly.

With Phito’s presence gone, Alvin remained vigilant, scanning his surroundings.

Only then, from his deity-ascended state, did he revert to normal.

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