Dungeon King: A Lady Knight Offered by My Goblins

Ethan looked deeply at Luther, his heart heavy with emotion.

Luther had clearly resigned himself to his fate, using his own life to ensure Ethan’s departure.

Ethan was hesitant; the strength displayed by the Thousand-Faced Demon Spider was formidable. 

If they insisted on confronting it, they might both end up as corpses.

“I…”

“No need to say more,” Luther said with a nonchalant wave of his hand, interrupting Ethan. 

He walked towards the Thousand-Faced Demon Spider with determined steps. 

“Receiving the inheritance of such an ancient race is a great honor. You should be happy for me, right?”

“Take care of yourself. The dangers of the Deityforsaken Land are no less severe than the situation I’m in.”

Luther reached the side of the Thousand-Faced Demon Spider without looking back, his voice carrying back to Ethan.

The eyes of the Thousand-Faced Demon Spider flickered, its body gradually sinking.

The entire divine crystal mining mountain trembled again as the Thousand-Faced Demon Spider slowly disappeared into the mine pit.

Luther leaped down, his voice echoing in the pit: “If I complete the inheritance, I will come to find you.”

“Hope by then, you’re not just a corpse.”

Ethan hovered in the air, his heart filled with a sense of loss.

The sun had fully risen in the sky, the doors of the wooden houses were pushed open, and the miners stood at the door, basking in the sunlight.

Ethan was slightly startled, then turned his attention to Sebastian.

Things had already happened; there was no time for sorrow.

He had more important things to do.

The black mist around Sebastian was his source of power; he had not received the inheritance of the War God Tribe.

Ethan searched Sebastian’s body, but he found no abnormalities, not even any devices on him.

Suddenly, a spark of inspiration struck Ethan’s mind. 

He placed his hand on Sebastian’s face, gently touching it with a surge of energy.

“Clang—”

A sound like clashing metal rang out.

A corner of Sebastian’s face unexpectedly began to shimmer.

Ethan grasped the corner and tore it off with force, revealing Sebastian’s true face beneath.

He looked ordinary, with no particularly outstanding features. 

His eyes were a common shade of brown, his eyebrows slightly sparse but neatly trimmed.

Ethan was taken aback as the features on the face skin in his hand gradually faded, turning into a thin, golden membrane.

The Eye of Alchemy activated, and information about the strange item appeared in Ethan’s mind.

[Mask of War God Tribe: Originally an inheritance treasure of the War God Tribe, wearing the mask bestowed the powers of the War God Tribe. Later, it was modified by the God of Thousand-Face, turning the mask into a facial skin. Since then, it gained another ability – disguise and transformation.]

Ethan’s mouth opened slightly in surprise, immediately placing the Mask of War God Tribe into his Space Ring.

This item was fantastic, allowing him to change his appearance. 

He wouldn’t have to worry about exposing his identity during his covert operations under the cover of night.

The gains from this venture were too substantial for Ethan to feel immediate joy.

He glanced at the mine pit and, without looking back, walked out of the camp.

Passing by the miners, Ethan saw the familiar face of Levai. 

He paused for a moment and then quickened his pace to leave.

These miners were completely under the control of the Thousand-Faced Demon Spider.

Levai was no exception.

Initially, when Ethan descended to see the Thousand-Faced Demon Spider, it had already detected his presence.

Perhaps through Levai, or through Herman…

Ethan still managed to see the face of the Thousand-Faced Demon Spider.

It was the Thousand-Faced Demon Spider’s intention to let Ethan descend, wanting to test if his bloodline was pure.

Ethan walked out of the camp without encountering any obstacles.

He looked back at the divine crystal mining mountain, his lips moving as if he wanted to say something, but no words came out.

Sunlight filtered through the blue sky, illuminating the entire mining mountain, casting a warm and comfortable glow.

A green, verdant hill marked the campsite, with wooden houses scattered around, surrounded by a variety of colorful flowers.

Bright red roses, delicate violets, pure white lilies…

These flowers emitted a gentle fragrance, attracting bees and butterflies for nectar.

Within this beautiful scenery hid a staggering secret.

Ethan stopped pondering and turned back to their temporary camp.

Lana and Daphne, hearing the noise, hurriedly came out:

“Ethan, you’re back?”

The two women were overjoyed, somewhat excited to see Ethan.

They had not been idle these past days.

The hidden treasures of the Wraith Cult given to them by Ethan had been greatly beneficial.

They could compare the secrets of the Wraith Cult with their own knowledge, identifying their weaknesses and filling in their gaps.

Both women were now almost on the verge of reaching Cocooning.

“Did you get the divine crystals?” Lana asked softly.

lightsΝοvel Ethan, thinking of the mountainous pile of divine crystals in his Space Ring, grinned and said, “Got them. Let’s get ready to leave.”

The two women had no objections, accompanying Ethan on the journey.

Along the way, Ethan inspected his body.

His gains in the divine crystal mining mountain were not small by any means.

Firstly, there were the divine crystals – the most tangible form of wealth.

Thousands of divine crystals piled up like a mountain in his Space Ring, emitting a captivating luster like gold and jewels.

Secondly, there was the enhancement of his strength. 

Ethan looked at his panel, noticing something new added.

[Soul of War: The spiritual inheritance of the War God Tribe, possessing mysterious and unfathomable powers. It can triple the user’s strength, enhance combat instincts, slightly boost the fighting will of nearby allies, and enable the inheritance of the War God Tribe…]

The ellipsis at the end left Ethan somewhat perplexed.

Did it mean that the full capabilities of the soul of war weren’t completely disclosed?

Was there some sort of condition required to unlock them?

Ethan wasn’t overly concerned about any additional uses of the soul of war, as its current abilities were already formidable enough.

Tripling one’s strength was one thing.

But what Ethan valued most was the enhancement of combat instincts.

The more he battled against strong opponents, the more he realized the importance of every minute detail in such fights.

Some critical moments of life and death could hinge on seemingly insignificant factors.

However, combat instincts would allow Ethan to quickly identify an opponent’s weaknesses and even anticipate their moves in advance.

With this ability, he could gain the upper hand in battle, staying leagues ahead of others.

Ethan couldn’t help but marvel internally, understanding why so many from the Deity Tribe had once besieged the War God Tribe, leading to its inheritance being left incomplete.

The War God Tribe was simply too powerful, instilling fear in the Deity Tribes.

Another item of significance was the Mask of War God Tribe, which he planned to study alongside the spoils he had collected from Fernard.

“Bogart, how do we exit the Santos Tower?” Ethan, wandering aimlessly around the divine crystal mining mountain, finally asked Bogart in frustration.

Bogart’s voice transmitted into Ethan’s mind: “Every space within the Santos Tower is independent. You need to carefully sense the tearing feeling that appears at the boundary. Then, just walk out through the middle.”

After dropping this piece of advice, Bogart fell silent.

Ethan’s lips twitched slightly. ‘Walk out through the middle’ – such an abstract instruction, how was he supposed to experience it?

Fortunately, he had studied the basics of space-related knowledge and knew the secret art of spatial translocation.

The trio roamed through the divine crystal mining mountain, slaying numerous beasts along the way.

Finally, at the peak of the mountain, Ethan felt a slight tearing sensation.

He placed his hand in the air, closing his eyes to sense this feeling of tearing.

Sure enough, a strange tactile sensation appeared in his hand.

It was a bizarre feeling, like touching a membrane formed of water.

With just a slight push forward, he felt he could break through this watery film.

Ethan’s heart twitched slightly; he felt as if he was touching the essence of space itself.

This sensation didn’t last long before Ethan was suddenly pulled in.

Lana and Daphne were startled and tried to hold onto him, but they too were drawn into the space along with Ethan.

Landing on solid ground, Ethan opened his eyes, Dragonblade instinctively appearing in his hand.

Years of combat had formed a habit, making him feel secure only when holding a weapon in unfamiliar environments.

This space held no dangers, just a surreal, kaleidoscopic light, as if in a corridor.

“…keep walking forward…”

Bogart’s voice resonated in Ethan’s mind.

Ethan, holding the hands of the two women, proceeded forward.

He continuously reassured them as a bright light suddenly appeared ahead.

Ethan felt a sense of relief at the sight of the light, signifying an exit.

He looked back at the path they had traversed.

There were many opportunities and spaces within Santos Tower he hadn’t explored, many realms left untouched.

After all, he had a quest to fulfill.

Ethan was not one to be overly sentimental, but the thought of Luther resolutely choosing the inheritance of the Crystal Tribe still made his heart sour.

“Hold on, if I become stronger, I will definitely come back for you. Even if you become like Herman, I can awaken you.”

With this vow set in his heart, Ethan took a step forward.

After experiencing another intense sensation of tearing, just as he was regaining his senses and feeling the solidity of the ground beneath him, he heard a cacophony:

“Chitter chatter???”