Dungeon King: A Lady Knight Offered by My Goblins

The residents of City 32 looked up at the streaks of light in the sky, displaying a hint of surprise.

After all, before Alvin’s departure, such occurrences were not allowed in any Orderly City.

It had been one of the city’s standard legal provisions.

Violations would, at the least, result in the confiscation of some resources.

More severe punishments could even lead to imprisonment, with no chance of release.

lightsΝοvel Such scenes had become possible only in Alvin’s absence.

Most residents watched the sky with interest, intrigued by the chase unfolding above.

A touch of coldness appeared on Ethan’s face as he swung the Dragonblade once more.

Suddenly, the sky darkened with dense clouds, and lightning intertwined as if the anger of heaven and earth was converging.

Then, a massive rift appeared in the sky, like a torn canvas revealing a mysterious abyss.

From this rift, a powerful aura gradually spread, shaking the entire world.

As this aura expanded, meteors streaked across the sky, like falling divine weapons, illuminating the dark night.

Following this, a gigantic dragon shadow slowly rose from the rift. Its body was as majestic as mountains, its wings so vast they seemed to cover the sky.

This Dragon radiated golden light, its eyes like two dazzling stars, sparkling with endless majesty.

Its scales shimmered with rainbow hues, each emitting formidable power.

As it flapped its wings, fierce winds arose, clouds tumbled, as if heralding the coming of the apocalypse.

The moment the Dragon appeared, everyone was struck by its majestic presence.

Some residents even fell to their knees, worshipping the Dragon in the sky.

They were all stunned by the sudden appearance of the Dragon.

None of them had ever imagined that Ethan could summon such a Dragon, so immense, as if a God of Dragons had descended.

Ethan swung his Dragonblade, and the Dragon in the sky let out a powerful roar, a mighty dragon cry, then lashed its tail and charged towards the Bounty Hunters.

The Bounty Hunters were all battle-hardened warriors.

Their lives were like dancing on the edge of a knife, where every step could be the boundary between life and death.

Seeing the Dragon summoned by Ethan, they were not intimidated but rather invigorated, gripping their weapons, eager to plunge their daggers into Ethan’s neck.

They aimed to exchange Ethan’s body for a hefty bounty.

Just providing information could yield one divine crystal, so how many divine crystals would Ethan’s life be worth?

This temptation alone had turned all eyes blood-red with greed.

As the Dragon lunged towards them, the Bounty Hunters exchanged glances. In this moment, these typically selfish hunters surprisingly agreed to collaborate.

They aimed to kill the Dragon, or at least withstand its terrifying strike.

They needed to work together to capture Ethan and claim the reward.

The Bounty Hunters stood opposite the Dragon, their eyes wild as a storm.

Their various weapons flickered with dazzling light, some divine artifacts, others demi-divine artifacts…

The Dragon clashed fiercely with the Bounty Hunters.

Some Bounty Hunters wielded magic wands, casting spells that streaked through the air like lightning, raining down upon the Dragon.

The Dragon opened its enormous mouth, releasing a torrent of searing flames that soared into the sky, intertwining with the magic and creating a magnificent spectacle.

Other Bounty Hunters swung their weapons, summoning countless illusions in an attempt to confuse the Dragon’s attacks.

There were also Bounty Hunters who coordinated their swords and spears with swift movements, each attack striking with the force of thunder, shaking the heavens and the earth.

Each Bounty Hunter was incredibly formidable, and now united, they seemed invincible.

The Dragon soon became dim and lackluster, eventually exploding with a loud bang.

Ethan had never intended to kill all the Bounty Hunters with that strike.

He had merely used the opportunity to distance himself from the battlefield.

Now was not the time to entangle with the Bounty Hunters; he needed to quickly find the nearest Orderly City, enter its Link Tower, and teleport to City 0.

Alvin must be anxiously waiting in his prison cell.

Ethan casually knocked away a Bounty Hunter who was following him.

The Bounty Hunter, like a bird with clipped wings, plummeted into the ground.

The Bounty Hunters’ assault was well-organized.

Most of them focused on the Dragon, while a smaller group followed Ethan, trying to pinpoint his location.

Ethan, observing the persistent Bounty Hunters behind him, had a fierce glint in his eyes.

He no longer had the golden skull emblem, but he could still wield the Wraith Forbidden Spell.

By unleashing the Wraith Forbidden Spell, these Bounty Hunters would find themselves mired in an endless legion of Wraiths.

This would provide Ethan with a chance to make his escape.

Using the Wraith Forbidden Spell here would mean revealing another of Ethan’s trump cards.

Considering the Bernie family and that guy Valentine lurking in the shadows, Ethan felt that the longer he could keep his trump cards hidden, the more effective they would be.

With this in mind, he suppressed the urge to unleash the Grip of the Underworld and sought alternative solutions.

Ethan, with Bounty Hunters in tow, began to weave through the city streets in circles.

However, he was quickly surrounded and found himself in a deadlock.

The leading Bounty Hunter stepped forward, his expression emotionless: “Ethan? You, an Invader, dare to defy the will of an Orderly City in City 32? Surrender now.”

Ethan’s face showed disgust as he retorted disdainfully, “You just want to capture me for the Bernie family’s bounty, so why pretend I’m an Invader? Are you, Bounty Hunters, akin to rats in the sewers, suddenly filled with a sense of justice? Hahaha, that’s laughable.”

The Bounty Hunters, furious, roared in unison, “Kill him!!!”

Instantly, countless figures lunged towards Ethan.

Clad in various war robes and wielding an array of weapons, they exuded powerful auras.

They unleashed their techniques, swooping towards Ethan like a gust of wind. 

In a moment, magic, sword lights, knife shadows, and fists and feet intersected, creating a spectacular scene.

Facing this relentless assault, Ethan showed no sign of backing down.

Confronting the overwhelming onslaught, he held his ground fearlessly, charging forward with his sword in hand.

His movements were ghost-like in their agility, dodging attacks with precise timing.

His fists and feet harbored immense power, each strike forcing opponents back several steps.

His swordplay was even more fierce, with every slash bringing about a storm of blood and fury.

As time progressed, more and more skilled fighters joined the ranks of those besieging Ethan.

The Bounty Hunters formed one formation after another, attempting to trap Ethan.

Yet, Ethan always managed to effortlessly break through their offenses, leaving them unsuccessful.

The entire scene became increasingly intense, with a thick aura of killing intent permeating the air.

Blood dyed the ground red, and corpses were strewn everywhere.

As formidable as Ethan was, his body had also sustained wounds.

Seeing Ethan’s relentless strength, the leading Bounty Hunter roared furiously, his body erupting with a terrifying glow.

“Let it burn, Spell of Shifting Mountains and Seas.”

Instantly, a towering deity figure appeared behind the man, standing dozens of meters tall, like a mountain between heaven and earth.

The deity carried a mountain range on its back, its eyes burning red like a mad demon.

The Bounty Hunter bellowed, “Smash him!”

The deity, obeying the Bounty Hunter’s command, hurled the mountain range at Ethan.

Ethan’s eyebrows twitched, a surge of intense murderous intent emanating from his brow.

He knew this attack could defeat him, perhaps even kill him.

He began to unleash his limited power of deity.

A beam of light shot out from his palm, striking the mountain range in the deity’s hand.

The entire mountain range trembled violently in the deity’s grasp, as if on the verge of collapsing.

With a forceful swing, the deity hurled the mountain range at Ethan like a meteor.

Ethan’s eyes narrowed, and he met the deity’s attack head-on without showing any sign of weakness.

His Dragonblade whirled impenetrably, with the power of deity radiating and pulsing within his body.

Ethan collided with the mountain range hurled by the deity.

The massive impact echoed throughout the heavens and the earth.

The mountain peak shattered into countless pieces, with rocks scattering in all directions.

The whole scene descended into chaos, as if heralding the apocalypse.

Ethan’s figure was buried within the myriad points of light and dust, vanishing from sight.

The Bounty Hunters first marveled at the leading Bounty Hunter’s formidable strength, then shifted their gaze to the sky, searching for any sign of Ethan.

A man with a cold, sharp demeanor stared intently at the group of Bounty Hunters in the sky, barely concealing the murderous intent in his eyes.

Someone approached the Bounty Hunter who had used the Spell of Shifting Mountains and Seas to report:

“Batou, we haven’t found Ethan.”

Batou’s face was pale, the forbidden power he had just used taking its toll on him:

“Keep looking. I want him dead or alive. I refuse to believe that he could escape from City 32 with such severe injuries.”