Dungeon King: A Lady Knight Offered by My Goblins

Ethan narrowed his eyes slightly, distancing himself from the Waysonny River.

He had realized that the closer he got to the river, the more intense the stinging pain on his skin became, all due to the presence of the sword aura.

Ethan glanced at the multitude of tiny cuts on his finger. 

With his robust physique, the wounds were already starting to heal. 

However, the thought that the residual sword aura could slice through his body made him shudder. 

Facing the sword directly was unimaginable, and the outcome, predictable.

A spark of inspiration struck Ethan as he propelled himself into the air, standing on the ground. 

Hovering above, he gazed down at the slender Waysonny River, a bold idea forming in his mind.

“Could it be that someone used a sword to split open this place? Maybe that’s the origin of the Waysonny River,” Ethan thought aloud, his own daring suggestion startling him.

To think of splitting the earth for hundreds of meters, how immense must that power be? 

Such a realm, it must have surpassed that of a deity, right?

Ethan descended back to the riverbank, staring intently at the water’s surface. 

He decided not to speculate further on the origins of the Waysonny River; his priority was to solve the miasma issue.

Soon, Ethan discovered a clue. 

The green miasma gas was emanating from the riverbed, drifting up to the surface before merging with the poisonous clouds hanging above the Waysonny River.

It seemed like the source of the miasma was at the bottom of the river.

The corners of Ethan’s mouth lifted slightly, his eyes filled with unrestrained ferocity.

Now that he had found the source, it was time to eradicate it completely.

Ethan, once again brandishing the Flame Godstaff, roared towards the heavens:

“God of Fire, scorch the world!”

The Flame Beast and Flame Dragon reappeared amidst the miasmic clouds, diving straight into the Waysonny River. 

As their bodies came into contact with the river water, dense smoke began to billow from them.

However, fearless, they soared like dragons through the waters of the Waysonny River.

Watching the Flame Beast and Flame Dragon gradually dissipate, Ethan shook his head in frenzy, shouting, “It’s not enough, nowhere near enough.”

“Great God of Fire, reveal your terrifying power. Lend me the mana to obliterate my foes, destroy the world. At this moment, I pray to you. Combine your rage with mine, unleash the mightiest apocalyptic divine force.”𝑶𝗏𝑳xt.𝗰𝔬𝚖

“Wrath of the Fire God, descend upon us.”

[Wrath of the Fire God: The most potent force within the Language of Nature legacy, summoning the enraged God of Fire to descend upon the world, incinerating all in its path.]

Above the Waysonny River, Pyro rapidly gathered, transforming the scene. 

Even the Waysonny River itself seemed to glow a bright red as the waters began to evaporate, shrouding the area in a mist as if it were a divine realm.

Above the Waysonny River, a deity with solid muscles appeared, his muscles sculpted as if chiseled from stone, his pupils embedded with two fiery orbs. 

Every move he made was traced with patterns of flame, though his facial features remained unclear.

Ethan, after all, was only an S-rank Dark Lord, and the power at his disposal was immensely limited. 

Even though he had summoned the God of Fire using the Language of Nature, the deity’s strength was significantly constrained.

Ethan had surrendered himself to a state of revelry, his mind now consumed by thoughts of destruction and devastation.

“Great God of Fire, unleash your wrath!”

Ethan fervently cheered, gazing up at the deity in the sky.

The God of Fire lifted his fist and then slammed it fiercely upon the surface of the river. 

In an instant, the waters were set ablaze, and a foggy mist enveloped the skies.

With the descent of the God of Fire, the entirety of Waysonny River transformed into a magical and majestic spectacle.

The sky turned scorching hot in an instant as red flames set the boundless Waysonny River ablaze. 

The river waters, devoured by the flames, transformed into a roaring sea of fire.

The Waysonny River, as if possessing a life of its own, surged with tumultuous waves, hurling its boiling waters towards the God of Fire.

The deity stood firm, taking the forceful beating of the waves, his flames undiminished, growing even more fervent.

The colossal waves, under the scorching heat of the flames, turned into a mist of vapor, shrouding the air.

The entire ocean seemed set ablaze, unfolding a scene both magnificent and magical.

Ethan, the instigator of it all, watched everything unfold before him, his heart filled with awe and satisfaction.

Phito, standing beside the Celestial Blossom, had his mouth slightly agape, whispering in disbelief:

“Truly, he is the chosen one. His mastery in the Language of Nature is unparalleled, as if it was tailor-made for Ethan.”

Little did Phito know that Ethan’s system had catalogued the Language of Nature, meaning Ethan had fully deciphered it, capable of unleashing its full strength.

Both the Flame Language of Nature and the Frost Language of Nature were complete, carrying an extraordinary legacy, standing as one of the most formidable sources of power just beneath the deities.

Certainly, one could not judge Ethan from the perspective of an outsider.

The God of Fire continued to ravage the Waysonny River, its waters illuminated under the fiery glow, taking on a searing, wild hue. 

The deep blues gradually transformed into vivid reds, as the entire river surface was engulfed in roaring flames.

The flames danced, forming colossal waves of fire that surged skyward, akin to a volcanic eruption. 

The river boiled, steam pervading the air and creating a hazy red mist.

Ethan could distinctly see the riverbanks of the Waysonny River receding. 

Even the ancient river could not withstand the wrath of the God of Fire. 

His power spread relentlessly, burning away the river’s very life force.

The toxic miasma fled in the face of the flames, leaping out of the water only to freeze mid-air in a fleeting, ethereal glimpse, as if captured in a frozen frame, before dissolving instantly.

With the problem of the toxic miasma solved, Ethan allowed himself a moment of calm. 

He noticed something peculiar—there was not a single trace of life within the Waysonny River. 

But then again, it made sense; any creature capable of withstanding the river’s mysterious sword aura would likely be at the level of a Demi-god.

The glow of the flames illuminated the entire river surface, casting a thousand different shapes of waves. 

Patterns formed by the flames on the water’s surface resembled a mysterious dance of fire.

This magnificent spectacle seemed as if it belonged to another world, intoxicating to behold, showcasing the power and terror of the God of Fire.

The burning of the flames seemed almost eternal…

As time ticked by, the water in Waysonny River began to diminish frenetically…

Until Ethan could see the riverbed, with the ground of the river exposed.

The sight within the riverbed sent a shock through Ethan’s heart, nearly causing the God of Fire to dissipate from the turmoil of his spirit.

As the water level dropped, skeletons started to become visible.

Skulls, arms, thighs… and some remains of unidentifiable creatures.

Without needing to descend to the river’s bottom, Ethan could roughly guess that there were five skeletons.

Four appeared humanoid, and the fifth belonged to an unknown monster.

Green toxic fumes continuously emanated from their bones.

Ethan’s mouth fell slightly open as he murmured softly, 

“The toxic miasma in Waysonny River, could it be generated from the corpse poison of these five skeletons?”

“How immensely powerful must they have been in life, to produce such dense corpse poison, causing such far-reaching effects?”

Each bone seemed as if it was made of jade, filled with an extraordinary texture.

Judging by these bones, they must have belonged to powerful beings in their lifetime.

A chill ran down Ethan’s spine as he observed the sword marks on the bones.

A scene flashed in his mind: an exceptional swordsman, or even a sword deity, swinging a sword…

This swing had directly slain these five beings and had created Waysonny River.

And under Waysonny River, these five beings slowly rotted away, their emanating corpse poison forming the toxic miasma that had troubled the empire for many years.

This thought, once it appeared in Ethan’s mind, took root and grew, impossible to dispel.

Ethan swallowed hard, murmuring to himself, “Who was that master swordsman from years past? To be able to carve out the Waysonny River like that. And who were these five unfortunate souls?”

“Their corpse poison is so potent even after death; how formidable must they have been in life?”

Shrouded in layers of doubts, Ethan found himself unable to think clearly.

The God of Fire was merely a projection summoned by Ethan, void of any capability to think.

It only unleashed its rage without restraint.

It continued to manipulate the flames engulfing the sky, performing an apocalyptic incineration.

The vast flames enveloped the riverbed, burning the bones one after another.

The burning effect of the God of Fire was remarkably evident.

No matter how formidable they were in life, they had been dead for over a hundred years now.

There was absolutely no room for resistance; they were directly reduced to ashes.

The root cause of the toxic miasma was resolved, and the problem of the toxic miasma was solved.

The most significant sign of this was the Aurora Veil, bestowed by the deity of Celestial Blossom, gradually descending.

The aurora seemed to flow back in time, returning to the body of Celestial Blossom.

Ethan snapped back from his frenzy, feeling the damp air around him, and hurriedly left the place.

With the support of Ethan’s spiritual power gone, the God of Fire transformed into fire elements and dissipated into the air.

Ethan’s eyes sparkled with intensity as he quickly surged towards the summit.

“Phito, that damn bastard, must know more secrets,” Ethan thought, eyes whirling rapidly as he ascended towards the peak of Celestial Blossom. “I have to make him spill what he’s really up to.”

“If Phito hands over Celestial Blossom, we can talk. But if he insists on targeting me…”

“Even if he is a Demi-god, I am ready to clash with him!”