Dungeon King: A Lady Knight Offered by My Goblins

Chapter 389 387-An Attack

The Rule of Shadow unexpectedly appeared right in front of them.

The ancestors of the Shadow Clan were indeed bold, not fearing that an outsider like him might learn the Rule of Shadow?

Sherry looked at the Rule of Shadow with a somewhat frenzied expression:

"Rule of Shadow, you are the source of our strength, your wisdom guides our way forward. Please accept our worship and loyalty, let us become your servants, to serve you."

This incantation made Ethan furrow his eyebrows.

What did this mean? 

Were the people of the Shadow Clan actually servants of the Rule of Shadow?

That was outrageous!

How could practitioners become servants to a law? Shouldn't they comprehend it on their own?

As Sherry spoke these words, her body began to float slightly, as if being drawn in by the Rule of Shadow.

She sat cross-legged within the Rule of Shadow, surrounded by a black glow.

She closed her eyes and focused, absorbing and comprehending the power of the Rule of Shadow.

As her breathing became deeper and more stable, her body began to emit a strong energy fluctuation.

This energy fluctuation gradually spread, enveloping the entire hall.

A bright light started flickering on Sherry's forehead, a sign that she was absorbing and understanding the power of the shadow.

A slight smile appeared on her face, as if she had already sensed the presence of the Rule of Shadow.

Ethan tried to decipher the contents of the Rule of Shadow.

But it was no use; he couldn't do it.

He had managed to comprehend half of the Rule of Wraith before, but that was with the help of the system.

Now, although this Rule of Shadow was materialized, it contained a kind of secrecy within it that Ethan completely failed to understand.

Just then, the great doors were pushed open again.

Dart entered with Monroe and a few others.

Ethan turned around, a hint of mockery on his lips:

"Well, well, if it isn't the so-called Shadow Clan members. How come you've arrived even later than me?"

The moment Monroe saw Ethan, his mouth hung open in shock:

"You actually made it in here? Who are you, really? How could the Shadow Clan's Clan Spirit possibly let you in?"

lightsnοvεl Ethan's smile grew wider, his eyes filled with icy sarcasm:

"Don't you know who I am by now? I'm right here in front of you. Isn't it clear yet? And you guys, weren't you boasting about the Clan Spirit's protection, claiming you'd be faster than me? Why have you only just arrived?"

Monroe, unable to save face, was about to call upon the Clan Spirit for help.

But Dart stopped Monroe, his lips twitching slightly: "Shut up, look at the sky."

Sherry was floating within the Rule of Shadow, bathed in the blue light, clearly absorbing it.

Monroe's pupils shrank in shock and asked:

"What do we do now?"

Dart's stern expression flickered momentarily, speaking in a low tone:

"Act now. It might not be too late to stop Sherry from continuing."

With that, they all charged towards Sherry.

Ethan's eyes narrowed, he snorted coldly, "Did you ask for my opinion?"

Dart's lips curled into a cruel smile: "You chose to ignore the path to heaven and thrust yourself into hell. Don't you realize whose territory this is?"

"Ethan, your time to die has come!" Monroe's voice was filled with murderous intent, his eyes revealing a hint of a cruel smile.

The Shadow Clan members followed suit, their bodies shrouded in a dark aura.

Each of them wielded weapons, ready to engage Ethan in a deadly battle.

Monroe stood at the forefront of the Shadow Clan warriors, his gaze firm and ruthless.

A black longsword gradually materialized in his hand, its blade flickering with a malevolent light.

The battle commenced without any warning.

Monroe charged at Ethan first, thrusting his sword towards Ethan's chest.

Ethan swiftly dodged, narrowly escaping the lethal strike. 

He counterattacked, his spear aiming for Monroe's abdomen.

The two exchanged blows in a deadly dance, each strike lethal and precise.

Their swordsmanship and spearmanship were exceptionally skilled, every attack posing a significant threat to the other.

Other Shadow Clan warriors also joined the fray.

They dodged Ethan's assaults with agile movements, simultaneously counterattacking with their own weapons. 

Their attacks were relentless, leaving no room for Ethan to breathe.

The Shadow Clan members quickly unleashed their assault, their figures flickering unpredictably in the darkness.

Their weapons sliced through the air, emitting sharp sounds.

Their strength was formidable and fierce, each strike imposing immense pressure on Ethan.

Yet, Ethan remained undaunted.

His defense was impenetrable, skillfully deflecting every attack.

His spear techniques were swift like the wind, each move striking his enemies' vital points with precision.

Dart, unable to subdue Ethan, felt a slight shock in his heart.

"Go for the kill, don't delay any longer."

Upon hearing this, the Shadow Clan members gritted their teeth and launched more ferocious attacks.

They moved swiftly in the shadows, their weapons casting cold gleams as they lunged towards Ethan.

However, Ethan stood firm like a pine in the storm, unshakably rooted despite the ferocious onslaught.

Ethan's spear danced gracefully, each swing creating arcs of light that effortlessly parried the Shadow Clan's onslaught.

His movements were light and fluid, every defense perfectly timed, as if he were reveling in the battle.

The Shadow Clan warriors, witnessing Ethan's ease in deflecting their attacks, couldn't help but show expressions of surprise.

Dart's heart skipped a beat, murmuring to himself in disbelief, "Is this kid just toying with us?"

They launched another wave of attacks, but Ethan continued to handle them with ease. 

His spear moved faster and faster, the light it emitted growing brighter, as if forming an impenetrable barrier around him.

The Shadow Clan warriors continuously assaulted Ethan, their actions becoming quicker and their strikes more forceful.

However, no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't break through Ethan's defenses.

Their attacks were easily deflected by Ethan, as if they were mere breezes, incapable of shaking his resilience.

The Shadow Clan warriors began to grow impatient, their eyes filled with anger and frustration.

They couldn't understand why their formidable assaults couldn't inflict any damage on Ethan.

Their weapons swung more wildly, their figures moving rapidly in the darkness, as if trying to overwhelm Ethan's defenses with speed and power.

Yet, Ethan remained calm and composed, his spear still moving lightly and fluidly.

His gaze remained steadfast, his posture unwavering.

It was as if he had seen through the Shadow Clan warriors' every move. 

He knew the direction and strength of each of their attacks, allowing him to defend effortlessly.

The Shadow Clan's attacks grew more ferocious, their energy increasingly wild.

Their expressions darkened, and their eyes glinted with increasing ferocity.

Yet, Ethan remained unshaken by their assaults, his defenses as impregnable as ever.

He observed the Shadow Clan's growing impatience and anger, a slight smile playing on his lips, and continued his defense.

He even had the leisure to call out loudly, "Is this what the Shadow Clan warriors amount to? You, who boast of being the elite? Truly laughable. If you were to obtain the Dark Dominator and control the Shadow Clan's power, that would truly be your doom."

Ethan's realm was far superior to everyone present.

He was merely toying with the Shadow Clan warriors now. 

If he were to use his full strength, they wouldn't stand a chance against him.

But the situation wasn't appropriate for heavy-handed tactics. 

If Ethan went too far, the Clan Spirit of Valhalla might awaken and possibly expel him, jeopardizing his mission to stay by Sherry's side and protect her.

It was better to play along with these Shadow Clan warriors, to prevent them from concocting any schemes after leaving. 

They posed no real threat to him anyway.

Sherry's transformation grew more pronounced over time.

As moments passed, the light around her intensified, eventually forming into a massive sphere of radiance.

This sphere emitted a powerful energy fluctuation, exuding an irresistible allure.

Ethan knew that Sherry must be reaching a critical moment.

Did Dart not realize this as well?

Dart watched as Sherry was on the verge of breaking through her barrier, his heart growing increasingly anxious.

Taking a deep breath, Dart began to recite an ancient incantation.

As his voice grew louder, the air around him became more oppressive, as if some malevolent force was gathering.

Suddenly, a black beam of light descended from above Valhalla, its presence majestic and overwhelming.

Dart felt a surge of immense power flood into his body, making him extraordinarily strong in an instant.

His eyes turned into a deep, abyssal black, seemingly capable of devouring all light.

Ethan's eyebrows slightly raised, a twinge of unease in his heart.

He hadn't expected that pushing Dart to the edge would lead him to unleash a forbidden art.

Ethan appeared before Dart.

Looking at Dart, who had undergone a drastic transformation, a flicker of mockery shone in his eyes.