Dungeon King: A Lady Knight Offered by My Goblins



Ethan stood rooted to the spot, his expression one of extreme urgency, resembling a lion trapped within a cage.

He could feel a strong presence of death, as a dense will of demise enveloped him.

It was as if the Grim Reaper himself had positioned his scythe at Ethan's neck, ready to drop at the appointed time, severing his head from his body.

Ethan could almost hear the Reaper's triumphant laughter; his soul was, after all, of great value.

Pacing back and forth, Ethan forced himself to remain calm as he looked at the pervasive green miasma filling the sky.

"First, let's calmly assess the current situation," Ethan muttered to himself.

"Breaking through the Aurora Veil isn't really realistic. This is Celestial Blossom's passive domain. To break the Aurora Veil, I would have to destroy Celestial Blossom. That goes against my goal, and Phito wouldn't stand idly by."

"Submerging myself in the toxic miasma and waiting for Celestial Blossom to dispel it isn't a viable option either. Although I can protect my body, the miasma is endless. Sooner or later, I wouldn't be able to hold out any longer. Moreover, it's uncertain whether Celestial Blossom can even dispel the miasma."

"The only option left is to resolve the miasma problem. But I don't even know where to start; what is the root cause of the miasma?"

Ethan's face twisted in frustration, his eyes bloodshot as if possessed.

The Golden Divine Flame on his body ignited spontaneously, with scales appearing and disappearing on his skin...

All of this signified that Ethan's soul flux was extremely abnormal, teetering on the edge of collapse.

Ethan observed the slow encroachment of the toxic miasma, when a spark of inspiration suddenly flashed through his mind.

At its core, the miasma was simply air mixed with viruses.

Typically found in tropical rainforests, the flora and fauna engage in a cycle of life and death, inevitably leaving behind corpses.

These bodies, lacking proper disposal, ferment under the high tropical temperatures, becoming a breeding ground for the miasma.

To dispel the air, or even eliminate the viruses, is essentially a process of disinfection.

And for disinfection, high temperatures are often the most effective solution.

A fierce light flashed in Ethan's eyes as he looked upon the lush vegetation within Phito Valley, his inner brutality erupting.

The miasma only consumed living creatures; the trees and plants remained untouched.

In that case, why not go all out and give the miasma in Waysonny River a grand spectacle?

Ethan's eyes filled with determination as energy burst forth from his entire being.

"Scorch the mountains, dispel the toxins!"

In Ethan's mind, the Flame Language of Nature slowly rotated.

This was one of Ethan's rare complete Languages of Nature, containing countless skills and ways of usage.

Ethan spread his arms wide, as Pyro from all around gathered beside him.

"Rejoice and revel, Pyro Sprites, gather around me. Lend me your wild, explosive power for a moment, release your instincts, scorch the earth, and purge the world's impurities-"

As the Flame Language of Nature was chanted, countless fiery red lights appeared in the space around Ethan.

The fiery red lights gradually converged around Ethan, eventually coalescing and forming into numerous fiery red lotuses.

Ethan swung his arms, smashing the crimson lotuses onto the ground:

"Crimson Lingering Embers, burn for me, set the world ablaze!!!"

[Crimson Lingering Embers: An attack skill recorded in the Flame Language of Nature, capable of summoning numerous flame lotuses for assault.]

Fire lotuses continuously condensed around Ethan, relentlessly crashing onto the ground without interruption.

The land instantly turned charred and blackened, with mist pervading throughout the entire valley.

Upon contact with the trees, the Crimson Lingering Embers set them ablaze, transferring the flames from one tree to the next in quick succession.

In a blink of an eye, the entire valley was engulfed in a sea of flames, illuminating the night sky.

Ethan's body was enveloped in a layer of flaming armor, appearing as if the God of Fire had descended upon the earth.

The sheer pleasure of destruction and devastation brought Ethan immense comfort.

The unrestrained freedom to wreak havoc only fueled his fervor.

He once again chanted the Flame Language of Nature: "O great God of Fire, heed my prayers and bestow upon your faithful servant your scepter. I shall demonstrate the might of the God of Fire upon this world. Flame Godstaff, materialize!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, a flaming staff gradually appeared in Ethan's hands, intricately engraved with dense patterns.

These patterns were formed from flames, creating a staff wholly comprised of the will of fire.

[Flame Godstaff: The scepter of the God of Fire, allowing the user to wield various fire magics without the need for incantations. To hold it is to be the spokesperson of the God of Fire.]

Grasping the Flame Godstaff, Ethan felt a surge of power flowing from the staff.

He felt as if he had transformed into the God of Fire himself, capable of manipulating all the flames in the world.

At this moment, fire was no longer Ethan's foe; it had become his closest and most intimate ally.

Ethan brandished the Flame Godstaff, and a blazing ray of light burst forth from the tip of the scepter.

With a flick of his wrist, a cluster of red flames danced gracefully through the air, transforming into a gigantic Flame Beast.

The Flame Beast, with its eyes aflame, unleashed a deafening roar, as if proclaiming the unparalleled might of the God of Fire to the heavens and the earth.I think you should take a look at

"Flame Beast, my servant, level everything before us," Ethan bellowed, wildly swinging the Flame Godstaff like a maestro commanding his orchestra.

Guided by Ethan's directions, the Flame Beast charged ferociously at the miasma.

The poisonous fog, sensing the immense heatwave approaching, thickened into a dense cloud in an attempt to halt the Flame Beast's advance.

Seeing this, Ethan grew even more frenzied in his manipulation of the divine staff.

The Flame Beast, its colossal frame akin to a scorching meteor, instantaneously pierced through countless layers of the poisonous clouds, descending like lightning upon the miasma while trampling furiously, charging forward relentlessly.

The ground trembled violently, the clouds of poison danced and whirled into the air, only to be melted into steam by the scorching breath of the Flame Beast.

The poisonous miasma was indeed slowly dissipating; attacking it with fire was proving to be effective.

Ethan clenched the Flame Godstaff tightly, excitement flowing through his eyes: "It works!"

Seeing the evident success of his fiery assault, Ethan swung the Flame Godstaff once more.

The Flame Beast, amidst the miasma, unfurled its massive wings of flame, flapping them vigorously.

In an instant, a colossal Flame Dragon ascended, its body winding and coiling above the miasma like a river of fire.

Its eyes burned with fierce flames, and its scorching breath spread throughout the surroundings.

At this moment, the miasma was like a vast ocean, and the Flame Dragon was the servant of the God of Sea.

The Flame Dragon whipped the poisonous miasma into a tumultuous frenzy, with the vapor from the burnt poison rising high.

The heatwaves emanating from the Flame Dragon struck the surface of the miasma, triggering a series of volcanic eruptions.

Magma gushed from the mountain, spraying sparks in all directions, and the glow of the flames illuminated the entire mountain range.

The mountain began to tremble violently, rocks tumbled down, and smoke and dust filled the air.

Seeing the magma bursting forth from the mountain, Ethan's smile grew even brighter.

Flames flickered in his eyes, and the chaos of destruction sent him into a frenzy.

He roared hysterically, "Flame Dragon, continue to burn, reduce all the filth of this world to ashes!"

The Flame Dragon circled above the sacred mountain, its gigantic body consuming the power of the miasma with the fire energy it released.

At this moment, the miasma surprisingly began to burn, with fierce flames enveloping it and forming a massive river of fire.

The red flames shrouded the entire valley, melting the miasma like ice and snow in an instant, and smoke filled the air.

Phito stood beside Celestial Blossom, calmly observing the scene before him.

Phito Valley was now unrecognizable, scorched and barren, and even the distant forest had caught fire.

If left unchecked, this entire forest could potentially be reduced to ashes.

Phito was indifferent; as a Demi-god, he possessed an extremely calm and collected mind.

"How audacious. If it can solve the miasma problem, what does it matter if Phito Valley is sacrificed in the process?"

Fire inherently incites fury, and the act of destruction releases the malevolent aspects of human nature.

Ethan had completely succumbed to the revelry, lost in this fiery feast. 

It remained uncertain whether this was a measure to deal with the miasma or an outpouring of his inner rage.

Ethan brandished the Flame Godstaff, directing the Flame Dragon in a relentless onslaught.

The fire enveloped everything, the poisonous miasma and the mountain ridges alike, the burning flames filled with power and destruction.

Standing in the void, Ethan looked down upon his masterpiece, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

He could see it clearly; a significant portion of the miasma had been eradicated, the efficacy of setting the mountains ablaze was undeniable.

However, the miasma lingering above the Waysonny River remained, and Ethan knew he had to address the root of the problem.

With this in mind, he swiftly made his way towards the Waysonny River, determined to uncover whatever secrets it might hold.

As he drew near the Waysonny River, Ethan was struck not by the acrid smell of the miasma, but by a sharp, stinging pain on his skin.

The closer he got to the Waysonny River, the more intense the stinging became.

Ethan's eyelids twitched as he sensed something was terribly amiss.

With heightened vigilance, he approached the riverbank, finally coming to a stop near the Waysonny River.

What Ethan discovered there was utterly baffling.

The riverbank of the Waysonny River was impeccably neat, as though it had been sliced by a sword.

Ethan crouched by the river, braving the stinging sensation on his skin as he reached out to touch the riverbank.

"Hiss—"

Before he could even make contact, Ethan sharply inhaled, retracting his hand immediately.

The riverbank was saturated with sword aura, a mere touch was enough to slice through Ethan's finger.

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