Dungeon King: A Lady Knight Offered by My Goblins

Chapter 260 Chapter258-Beneath the Deity, You Stand Foremost

"Insolent insects, begone!" bellowed Elf King Sovok.

In a mere instant, an overwhelming force materialized, indiscriminately lashing out at Ethan, Windsor, Quel, and Kadiven.

Facing this onslaught, the quartet seemed powerless to retaliate.

Quel was the first to be sent hurtling through the air, ultimately crashing heavily against a wall, leaving a prominent dent in his wake.

Blood gushed from his mouth as his vitality waned significantly.

Swiftly thereafter, Windsor felt a crushing blow to her abdomen. She cried out in agony, but owing to her Rainbow Dragon Bloodline, she didn't fall.

Instead, she trembled, struggling to maintain her stance.

Kadiven, however, appeared prepared.

As the invisible force surged towards him, the fabric of his attire shimmered with the glow of magic runes, effectively repelling the encroaching might.

As for Ethan, though he sensed the approach of that formidable force, he chose not to evade but to confront it head-on.

Harnessing every ounce of his strength, he launched a punch directly at the intangible onslaught.

Boom!

A deep, resonating collision echoed.

Ethan staggered back several steps, a trace of astonishment lingering in his eyes.

"Is this the power of a deity?" He pondered, "And this seemed to be just a casual blow from Sovok. What would it be like if he truly unleashed his full might?"

Yet, even in the face of such terrifying power, Ethan showed no signs of fear.

His thirst for battle surged, an eager anticipation to experience the full extent of the Elf King's prowess.

However, unbeknownst to Ethan, Sovok was equally taken aback.

"What is this...?"

"He actually withstood my assault, and he hasn't even ascended to deity status!" Original Elf King Sovok muttered, his interest in Ethan piqued.

A peculiar gleam emerged in Sovok's eyes as he fixed his gaze intently on Ethan.

"Dragon Bloodline, and not just any dragon — it's likely the Golden Divine Dragon Bloodline. No wonder he masters the Power of Holy Light... Wait, that's not all! There's a hint of the Power of Lava within him. It's sparse, but its essence nears the caliber of a deity."

"Thunder... he possesses the Power of Thunder!"

"His physique... his physical prowess has reached its zenith, and even his mental fortitude greatly surpasses that of ordinary beings. He's just a step away from becoming a deity."

"Such a formidable dragon... If I could inhabit his body, devour his soul..."

At this moment, the Elf King Sovok struggled to suppress the overwhelming desire rising within him.

By obtaining all that Ethan is, with Sovok's own experience as a deity, he could effortlessly ascend to deity status once again.

But this time, it would be profoundly different.

With his unparalleled might, he could seize the reins of the world, becoming a powerful deity who dictates the very rules of existence, far from his current state.

"Ha ha ha..."

A deep laughter rumbled from Elf King Sovok, a genuine delight resonating from his core.

He looked at Ethan, praising, "Young one, I must admit, you are the most remarkable Dragon I have ever encountered. Given time, even surpassing me might not be beyond your reach. But you shouldn't have ventured here, shouldn't have caught my eye."

"Now, your path leads only to doom," Sovok remarked with a tinge of regret.

Ethan met Sovok's gaze with steely determination, undeterred.

He retorted, "I've faced countless perils and vanquished formidable foes, but confronting a deity is a first for me. I'm curious... Can even a deity bleed?"

"Arrogant whelp! Very well, you've incensed me!"

With a smirk, Elf King Sovok rose from his throne.

Grasping his longsword, he descended the steps with deliberate ease, approaching Ethan.

Ignoring Rose and Oberlis, he declared, "As you wish, I shall grant you a taste of a deity's true might!"

With that, Sovok unleashed a swing of his sword.

It was a strike filled with dread.

Sovok stood several meters from Ethan and his swing wasn't particularly swift — at least everyone present could trace its path.

Yet, the blade seemed to pierce through space itself, slashing directly towards Ethan.

Ethan's reflexes kicked in, but he couldn't wholly evade it.

The sword carved a thin, elongated mark across Ethan's face.

Blood seeped from the gash, reintroducing Ethan to a pain he hadn't felt in a long while.

"Not bad, quick reflexes. But how many times can you dodge?"

Elf King Sovok remarked with a hint of admiration, not relenting in his assault as he unleashed a flurry of slashes.

Witnessing this, Ethan promptly drew his own weapon.

Clang, clang, clang...

The symphony of their weapons clashing reverberated in the air. Sovok's strikes were consistently parried by Ethan, who, this time, remained unscathed.

Sovok paused, taken aback.

It wasn't Ethan's evasion that startled him, but the weapon that Ethan wielded.

A spear, adorned with faint golden patterns running its shaft, and at its tip were several exceptionally sharp barbs.

Yet, it wasn't the spear's appearance that astounded Sovok.

"Divine artifact!" he exclaimed. "How can this be? How is it possible? A divine artifact is incredibly rare! How could you possess one?"

Sovok was utterly dumbfounded.

Even after achieving deity status, ruling over the entire Elf race, and gathering countless materials, he had never managed to forge a divine artifact.

And yet, the young man before him, not even a deity, held one.

"It's not fair!" Sovok roared internally.

Soon, however, a gleeful grin stretched across his face. "Mine... it will be mine," Sovok declared with a hearty laugh.

His gaze upon Ethan was saturated with glee as he proclaimed, "I should be thanking you, after all, you've delivered a divine artifact right to my hands."

"And in return, I promise a swift end for you," he said with overconfident arrogance.

For a deity, he had every right to his hubris.

Yet Ethan was undaunted.

He raised his spear, his desire to fight undiminished.

This spear bore the name Blasphemous Spear.

But today, it would be christened anew — as the Deitybane Spear, symbolizing a spear that could fell a deity.

Without hesitation, Ethan lunged at Sovok.

Every ounce of his power channeled and converged upon the spear, driving it ferociously towards Sovok.

In defense, Sovok effortlessly parried with a mere sweep of his blade.

The chasm between a deity and a mortal is vast.

Just as humans dwarf ants in stature and power, so even the mightiest among ants would seem insignificant, easily crushed by the looming human.

With ease, Elf King Sovok deflected the assault.

"If that's the extent of your capabilities, it's hardly enough," he remarked, shaking his head, and with a casual motion, sent Ethan reeling.

Ethan struggled to maintain his footing after the forceful repulsion.

His arm, gripping the spear, trembled incessantly, attesting to the magnitude of the power he had just faced.

At that moment, Oberlis moved to stand beside Ethan.

Despite the paleness from the blood loss, he spoke up, "Ethan, let's face him together. Alone, you're no match for him."

"No," Ethan firmly responded.

Looking intently at Oberlis, he said, "Oberlis, this is my battle."

Meeting Ethan's resolute gaze, Oberlis understood. Without another word, he simply nodded and, supporting Rose, moved to a safer distance.

As for Quel and the others, they chose not to engage, instead placing their trust in Ethan.

"Well, some of the nuisances have departed," Sovok remarked with a smirk.

Now, only Ethan and Sovok remained in the area, alongside the Primordial Key, which was resisting the dark tunes

Taking a deep breath, Ethan summoned all his abilities.

The Power of Thunder surged through him, manifesting as visible currents coursing over his frame.

The Power of Holy Light coalesced into armor that encased him, emanating an aura of timelessness.

The Power of Dragon, meanwhile, endowed him with even greater strength.

Yet, the Power of Soul remained dormant, nestled deep within Ethan's consciousness.

To this day, he had yet to unravel the mysteries of the Soul, and so he couldn't harness the Soul Language of Nature to invoke its power.

However, even with the enhancement of just the three Languages of Nature, Ethan felt formidable.

It wasn't only him who sensed this change – Sovok did too.

For the first time, Sovok couldn't help but commend, "Beneath the Deity, You Stand Foremost."

Such praise was immensely flattering.

While Sovok wasn't the most powerful among deities, he was indeed a deity. A true deity.

Though currently troubled, that fact remained unchanged. Anyone would've been elated upon hearing such an acknowledgment.

But Ethan remained unmoved. Facing Sovok, he calmly responded, "Being the best below deities means little to me. My sole desire is to end you."

"Very well!" Sovok was infuriated, yet a laugh slipped from his lips, "Young man, your audacity knows no bounds. Even in ancient times, when numerous deities roamed the world, none dared to challenge a deity in their mortal form!"

"This isn't mere arrogance on your part; it's a death wish!"

"And so," he declared with rising fervor, "I, Original Elf King Sovok, shall execute your sentence today!"