Dungeon King: A Lady Knight Offered by My Goblins

It defied science!

Luther hadn’t reached the deity realm, so how could he possibly have a domain?

Now wasn’t the time to voice the doubts in his mind.

Herman was completely enveloped by [Incandescent Heart], emitting continuous screams from within.

He tried to counter with his blue energy, but it was futile, and soon there was silence.

Ethan, standing beside [Incandescent Heart], felt its intensity most acutely.

The sword intent within [Incandescent Heart] seemed endless, with sword auras continuously striking like an inexhaustible ocean.

Merely standing beside the domain, Ethan felt a pain on his skin as if being pricked by needles.

He quickly stepped back, looking at Luther.

In a short while, [Incandescent Heart] dissipated, and the Heart of Fragmentation fluttered back to Luther.

The Heart of Fragmentation automatically flew up, nuzzling Luther’s face affectionately.

It was like a beloved cat, unseen by its owner for a long time, affectionately rubbing against their feet.

Ethan’s eyes sparkled: “Are all divine artifacts like this?”

His Dragonblade and Blasphemous Spear were nothing like it.

Luther, with a hearty laugh, held the Heart of Fragmentation in his hand, giving Ethan a respectful bow.

“Ethan, my brother, I don’t know how to thank you. Without you, I could never have retrieved my sword.”

He looked at Ethan, covered in blood and battered, feeling only gratitude.

Their meeting was fleeting, yet Ethan had risked his life to protect him, stirring Luther’s emotions profoundly.

It was an immense favor, and Luther didn’t even know how to repay Ethan.

lightsΝοvel.cοm Ethan shook his head slightly, nonchalantly saying:

“Helping you is also helping myself. Without you, I definitely couldn’t have handled Herman alone.”

After speaking, Ethan sat down cross-legged, taking out a divine crystal and began to absorb it slowly.

Luther didn’t rush; instead, he waited quietly. 

Now that he had retrieved the Heart of Fragmentation, his strength had surged, and his mind was at ease.

Moreover, Elida and Sebastian were surely still in deep slumber, providing ample time for recuperation.

As for Herman, his body had started to stiffen and turn cold.

His entire body was covered in fine sword wounds, not a single patch of skin was unscathed, and his blood served as a garment.

Herman’s eyes were wide open, reflecting a mix of confusion and unwillingness.

Ethan’s recovery was even more pronounced.

He lavishly used the power of deity to mend his body, showcasing the superiority of the Golden Divine Dragon Blood.

As long as there was energy, the Golden Divine Dragon Blood had limitless healing capabilities.

In just a few breaths, the wounds on his body had already scabbed over.

He stood up, shaking his body, and the scabs fell off, revealing a brand-new and intact Ethan.

Luther, watching Ethan, couldn’t help but express his admiration:

“Truly enviable, those with a Bloodline. The powerful physical strength, the terrifying special abilities… those are things I don’t possess.”

Ethan laughed lightly: “I’m envious of you having a domain!”

Luther shrugged slightly and began searching Herman’s cabin, finding several cloth bags.

These bags were filled with divine crystals, easily amounting to thousands.

The divine crystals emitted an enticing glow, captivating both their gazes.

Luther took a small bag for himself, handing the majority to Ethan:

“Today’s success is largely thanks to you; consider this as compensation.”

Ethan didn’t decline, accepting the bag with a smile:

“Exactly what I wanted, a rewarding gain indeed.”

Ethan cast his gaze toward the lifeless body of Herman:

“How should we deal with him?”

Luther shook his head slightly, his eyes sharp as a blade:

“After tonight, the era under Herman’s rule in the divine crystal mining mountain will be history. Let him stay in the cabin he cherished so much, decaying into the soil. That’s his ultimate fate.”

With that, Luther walked out of the cabin without looking back.

Ethan followed without hesitation.

“Your strength isn’t at the deity realm, so how do you possess a domain?”

Along the way, Ethan couldn’t help but voice the question in his mind.

Luther didn’t conceal anything; instead, he chuckled and shook his head:

“I really don’t know how someone with two divine artifacts like you could be so uninformed about the most basic aspects of divine artifacts.”

“Divine artifacts have a spirit. If you can awaken the spirit within a divine artifact and make it serve you, you can wield power beyond your realm. That’s the case with the Heart of Fragmentation.”

“Since I was young, I’ve slept with the Heart of Fragmentation, gradually becoming partners with it. Naturally, I gained a different kind of power.”

“If you connect well with the divine artifacts in your hands, you can achieve the same.”

“So that’s how it is…” Ethan murmured.

His Blasphemous Spear, forged with flawed techniques, had its spirit sealed, making it undetectable, perhaps even nonexistent.

Although the Dragonblade was also a divine artifact, Ethan had only acquired it a few days ago. 

Sensing its spirit would be nothing short of miraculous.

On the other hand, with the Grip of the Underworld, Ethan faintly sensed the presence of a spirit.

He had tried a few times to communicate with it, but the spirit of the Grip of the Underworld was too aloof to respond, leaving him with no recourse.

Holding three divine artifacts, yet unable to connect with any of their spirits, Ethan was not discouraged.

Knowing the way to gain strength was what mattered most.

With this in mind, Ethan held the Dragonblade and Blasphemous Spear in his hands, looking rather odd.

Luther chuckled, “What are you doing?”

Ethan grinned, “Sharpening my weapons before the battle. Who knows, maybe the spirit will show up at the right moment?”

He thought about carrying the Grip of the Underworld on his back after leaving.

Would that speed up sensing the spirit’s presence?

With the Heart of Fragmentation in his possession, Luther’s confidence soared, and his steps became lighter.

The two chatted casually, making their way to Elida’s room.

Luther pushed the door open and entered, with Ethan following closely behind.

“Never expected Elida to have such a habit,” Luther murmured, lowering his gaze to avoid looking directly at Elida.

Ethan was equally taken aback by Elida’s state.

Naked, Elida knelt on the ground, head tilted slightly upwards in a devout posture as if worshiping something.

White power of deity emanated from her body, absorbed by the Magic Circle of the wooden hut.

Having experienced their fair share of encounters with women, neither man was swayed by Elida’s enchanting form.

“Where does all this power of deity eventually go?” Ethan inquired, eyeing the flickering Magic Circle with curiosity.

“I’m not sure, maybe it’s being stored somewhere,” Luther responded casually.

“Alright,” Luther glanced around the hut, “let’s get to work. You’ll help me break through Elida’s passive defenses, then I’ll handle her directly.”

“No problem,” Ethan replied.

As his words fell, Ethan swung the Dragonblade.

With a swoosh, a dragon materialized from the blade, roaring as it charged towards Elida.

Suddenly, a thin, pink membrane appeared around Elida’s body, blocking Ethan’s Dragonblade.

The rebounded energy nearly forced the Dragonblade out of Ethan’s grip.

Abruptly, the Magic Circle activated, extending a bizarre pink tendril.

The tendril, emanating an eerie pink hue, lunged towards Ethan.

Ethan’s eyes narrowed slightly as he activated his Golden Divine Dragon Blood, resonating with the dragon bone on his Dragonblade.

With a fierce swing, the Dragonblade transformed into a dragon, soaring up to match the size of the tendril.

The dragon, materialized from the Dragonblade, clashed with the tendril, effortlessly slicing it in half as if a hot knife through butter.

Elida gasped heavily, her chest heaving with each breath, her pink peaks accentuating her beauty in distress.

She suddenly opened her eyes, her gaze landing on Ethan’s face.

“It’s you…”

Luther didn’t allow Elida any time to speak. His sword, swift as lightning, plunged directly into her heart.

Elida coughed up blood, looking down at her wound in disbelief.

From the wound, incandescent light burst forth, and sword auras crisscrossed violently.

Elida’s gaze, filled with disbelief and resentment, stirred something in Ethan’s heart.

“Could it be? Did Elida develop feelings for me during this past month?” he thought, a heavy sense of regret flooding his mind.

Pain began to spread through his chest, and he stumbled forward, drawn towards Elida.

As the look of affection in Elida’s eyes shattered like a dandelion in the wind, Ethan’s heart ached even more. 

Perhaps, he thought, there was no need to kill her. 

He had already manipulated her to his advantage; maybe if he had been honest about his plan, she might have even helped him.

With a complex expression, Ethan reached out his hand as Elida extended hers, seemingly longing for a final touch.

But then, an angry, violent shout snapped Ethan back to reality: “Ethan, what are you doing?”

The pink tendrils, previously severed, now transformed into two new ones, lashing towards Ethan’s face.

Ethan quickly retreated, narrowly avoiding the strike of the tendrils.

“Was everything just an illusion?” he wondered, his mind reeling from the sudden shift.