Dungeon King: A Lady Knight Offered by My Goblins

Chapter 365 363-Resurrection

Luther, ultimately, couldn't withstand the onslaught. Sebastian broke free from the grip of the [Incandescent Heart].

His handsome face was marred with sword scars, blood streaming down in rivulets, painting a ghastly picture.

Sebastian licked the blood off the corner of his mouth, his laughter echoing like that of a deranged man basking in triumph, "Hahaha, so this is the taste of a domain? Such a pity, this domain, after all, is inherent to a divine artifact, and you haven't mastered it completely."

Luther spat out a mouthful of blood. 

The Heart of Fragmentation, too, was sent flying, embedding itself deep into the ground, leaving only the hilt visible.

Sebastian's smile abruptly froze, his gaze snapping towards Ethan. 

His eyes narrowed, a mix of profound shock and fear lurking in their depths, "Have you actually ignited the soul of war?"

In the next second, Sebastian charged towards Ethan, bellowing, "Stop right there."

His hands transformed into claws, rapidly sweeping towards Ethan in an attempt to disrupt him.

Luther blinked, a flicker of joy surfacing in his eyes.

Since his emergence, Sebastian had exuded utter calmness, even in the face of domain-level powers, maintaining an air as if everything was within his control.

But now, he was in a state of panic.

A complete and utter disarray, his moves messy and uncoordinated, revealing flaws that Luther didn't fail to notice.

Luther had placed all his hopes on Ethan, determined not to let Sebastian disrupt Ethan's efforts.

Responding to its master's call, the Heart of Fragmentation reignited its blade light, transforming into a bolt of lightning that landed in Luther's grasp.

Holding the sword, Luther lunged at Sebastian, "Stop right there."

Sebastian had completely succumbed to terror, his face twisted grotesquely as he bellowed, "Get out of my way!"

A dense black mist enveloped him, channeling immense power into his hands.

Luther was sent flying with a forceful blow, but he had bought Ethan the crucial final moments.

Ethan opened his eyes, and everything around him seemed to come vividly alive.

He saw Sebastian's contorted face.

"Your weakness," Ethan declared, "is that all your power stems from that black mist enveloping you. You haven't truly grasped the War God's legacy. Your strength is an illusion."

Ethan's voice thundered, resonating with a dragon's roar, as if a Celestial Deity had descended.

Sebastian, his secrets laid bare, showed no panic. 

Instead, his eyes were filled with a bloody intent to kill, "So what? You still can't defeat me."

Ethan's lips curled slightly, holy light sparkling in his hand, "No matter the source of your black mist, my holy light can dissolve it all..."

As he spoke, the holy light in his hand grew intensely bright and searing hot.

Sebastian felt the black mist around him gradually dissipating, fear gripping his heart.

Ethan, seizing the moment, moved as fast as lightning, his Dragonblade erupting in a crimson glow.

Dragonblade, Fury Addiction activated.

[Fury Addiction: Once activated, the Dragonblade must draw blood before ceasing its slaughter. The user's combat strength increases tenfold, but at the risk of falling into demonic corruption.]

Immense power converged around Ethan, the space near him almost warping.

Like a blood-streaked lightning bolt, he streaked through the air.

Ethan appeared behind Sebastian, his expression cold, the Dragonblade in his hand coated with a layer of blood.

The blood was gradually absorbed by the Dragonblade, its gemstone growing even redder.

With this strike, Ethan was confident he could end Sebastian's life once and for all.

But from two different directions within the camp, two figures emerged, shooting towards the sky.

They snatched Sebastian from between Luther and Ethan.

Ethan was taken aback, and Luther equally astonished.

As they landed, Ethan and Luther's eyes widened, a tinge of fear manifesting in their gaze.

The three figures were Herman, Elida, and Sebastian, who had been entangled in a prolonged battle.

At this moment, the dawn's early light had fully transitioned to brightness, with the sun peeking out like a yolk, casting a golden radiance.

The gleaming light draped the trio in a layer of gold, akin to golden armor.

Had Herman and his companions come back to life?

Ethan's mouth fell open, his heart ceasing to beat for a few seconds.

Luther's shoulders sagged, devoid of any fighting spirit, his hand gripping the Heart of Fragmentation trembling.

Was the battle to continue?

The three, who had clearly died before their eyes, had miraculously come back to life?

What kind of power was this?

What were they, exactly?

"You... you were dead, weren't you?" Luther asked, his eyes filled with immense fear, voicing such a bold question.

Ethan's mind was a blank slate. Resurrection from death - how could they continue in the face of this?

Herman's expression did not betray any joy at his resurrection; instead, there was an inhuman indifference in the depths of his eyes.

Opening his mouth, he spoke indifferently, "I never died, so how can there be talk of resurrection?"

Luther, on the brink of hysteria, shouted frantically, "I clearly killed you before, my swordheart can't deceive me!"

"It was only the death of my spirit," Herman replied emotionlessly, "As long as the spirit endures, the body remains eternal."

"Are you deities?" Luther's will to fight had vanished, disbelief mingling with the undeniable reality before him.

Herman offered no response.

Elida, bare and with a cold, murderous expression, declared, "We are not deities, but demons come to claim your life!"

Ethan, already bewildered by the resurrection of the supposedly dead, found his chaotic thoughts cleansed by an inexplicable force emerging from the depths of his soul.

"Why speak more?" Ethan, summoning courage from an unknown source, pointed his blade towards the trio, "If we could kill them once, we can kill them a second time. If they keep resurrecting, we'll keep fighting, until they truly perish."

Sebastian's eyes flickered with emotion, murmuring to himself, "The soul of war, the very thing I've longed for, is in his possession... Who really is the heir to the War God Tribe?"

The damage Ethan had inflicted on him was fatal.

After uttering these words, Sebastian's eyes abruptly closed.

But in less than a second, they snapped open again, his expression cold and detached, as if he had unleashed a second persona within himself.

Even the wounds on his body began to heal, the blood flow ceasing.

Elida, with an unchanged expression as if not recognizing Ethan, said coldly, "You are indeed strong, but it should end here."

With that, the trio launched a combined assault on Ethan and Luther.

Their attacks had completely transformed. Previously unique in their abilities, now they all exhibited a unified, sinister, and malevolent style.

Ethan felt as if he was trapped in a spider's lair, the cold, damp sensation unsettling him.

But the Ethan now, with his soul of war ignited, heard a roar from the depths of his soul. 

It thundered like lightning, carrying endless majesty and power.

In Ethan's eyes burned the flame of combat. His muscles bulged, radiating an unmatched aura of murderous intent.

His will to fight soared, breaking through even the clouds.

Ethan, wielding his sword fearlessly, charged at the trio.

Luther, infected by Ethan's spirit, rallied his fighting spirit. 

He pulled out a potion from his Space Ring, gulped it down, and bellowed, "Fight! Fight our way out!"

Ethan had become the main force, the effect of the soul of war unwittingly manifesting.

His attacks became sharper, the Dragonblade pulsating with consciousness. Everything around him seemed to turn into weapons of assault.

Even the air brimmed with a vibrant will to battle.

The five clashed in the air, with Ethan, bolstered by the soul of war, proving unstoppable.

Golden scales adorned his body, and he alternated between the Blasphemous Spear and Dragonblade in his hands.

Herman and his companions were clearly no match for Ethan and Luther combined.

Ethan swung his Dragonblade, unleashing a sweeping blade aura that enveloped Herman and his companions.

Their sinister, malevolent tactics proved utterly ineffective against Ethan. 

It was as if they had encountered their natural predator, akin to a steel blade slicing through ice, which melted instantaneously.

The trio had no means of resistance and were sent flying.

At this moment, Herman's mouth gaped open, emitting a sound that didn't seem to belong to him. 

It was a low moan, as if emanating from the depths of the earth, sending shivers down one's spine.

Ethan knew that the Herman before him was no longer the same; another entity resided within his body.

The voice was deep and hoarse, reminiscent of an ancient, evil creature whispering in one's ear.

"Hiss... Hiss..."

This was the sound of a spider, filled with eeriness and menace.

Though devoid of human language, the voice conveyed a chilling sensation.

Every hiss carried a dark power, palpably transmitting its presence and malevolence.

The sound was akin to a serpent's hiss, sinister and terrifying.

It was laden with the scent of death, making Ethan's spine go cold.

Each hiss seemed to mock life itself.

Ethan's lips twitched slightly, as if a thought had struck him.

Luther's reaction was even more exaggerated, his face contorted in terror.

In the divine crystal mining mountain, there was only one spider.

That was the Thousand-Faced Demon Spider, but wasn't it supposed to be at the bottom of the mine? How had it now manifested within Herman and his allies?

"Buzz... Buzz..."

The voice of the Thousand-Faced Demon Spider underwent a transformation.

It became deeper and buzzed, resembling a giant venomous bee buzzing near one's ear.