Dungeon King: A Lady Knight Offered by My Goblins



"Dragon…" 

Someone who spotted the gigantic figure suddenly appearing in the sky couldn't help but exclaim, their voice trembling with shock.

The expression on Ghöst Hughes' face darkened instantly, his staff flashing with intense red light.

Jeremy, wielding a silver spear, stepped forward at this moment. 

Blades of wind circled around him, making him appear like a deity. 

He pointed his long spear straight at the golden dragon that had emerged in the sky.

"Prioritize taking down the Black Dragon first, I'll do my utmost to hold off this golden one!"

With a furious roar, Jeremy's spear shone with a silvery light. 

Countless gusts of wind swirled around him, lifting him into the air to charge directly at the golden dragon in the sky.

Ghöst Hughes also understood the severity of the situation. 

If they allowed the Black Dragon to recover, they would definitely not stand a chance against the combined might of two dragons.

"Fire the arrows!"

Ghöst Hughes bellowed, waving his magic wand once more and chanting an incantation. 

With his chant, magic ropes appeared out of thin air, tying the Black Dragon on the ground tightly.

The Black Dragon let out a roar of frustration. 

It forcefully pushed against the ground with its forepaws, trying to break free from the bindings. 

But as soon as it tried to lift its body, countless thorns spread out from the mud beneath it, pulling it back down.

Meanwhile, a new round of bolts had been loaded on the Dragon Crossbows, aimed at the Black Dragon.

Despair filled Komait's eyes as he urgently shouted at Ethan in the sky, "Save me!" The dragon's pride seemed insignificant in the face of death. 

With a muffled "thud," crossbow bolts whistled through the air, targeting the Black Dragon.

"What a useless creature," Ethan sneered internally. 

With a vigorous flap of his wings, he dove down, taking the brunt of the attack from the armored spearman. 

Terrifying arcs of electricity twisted around his dragon claws. 

Ethan swiped at the crossbow bolts, knocking down several in an instant.

A flash of silver followed as Jeremy, holding his spear, pierced through Ethan's dragon wing. 

Dragon blood splashed out. 

Ethan's icy vertical pupils stared deeply at the spearman, but instead of engaging directly, he slowly folded his wings and shot toward the Dragon Crossbow displayed in the distance, like a cannonball.

"Stop him!" Ghöst Hughes' exasperated voice rang out.

Facing the dragon, the Dragon Crossbow was their biggest hope. 

If it was destroyed, they would lose half of this battle... 

But humans were clearly slower than dragons. 

By the time Ghöst Hughes had conjured his magic in the air, the golden dragon had already descended on the array of the Dragon Crossbow.

Waves of dragon flames erupted, and Ethan's surroundings instantly turned into a sea of fire.

"Damn it!"

By the time the Grand Druid and Jeremy arrived, it was already too late. 

Their primary target in this battle was the Black Dragon. 

They had poured all their energy into the previous encirclement. 

There were no strong soldiers left to guard the Dragon Crossbow.

This unexpected golden dragon effortlessly destroyed their most important weapon for this battle.

"Kill!"

Jeremy waved his spear, rallying the surviving Riverside troops to launch an attack on Ethan. 

Arrows, magic, sword energy... countless attacks obscured the sky, carrying a terrifying sonic boom, they attacked Ethan.

Ethan merely glanced coldly. 

His massive body swayed slightly, taking all the attacks head-on as he charged again toward Ghöst Hughes in the distance. 

His massive figure left a deep trench on the ground as he charged forward with an unstoppable force.

"Thinking of getting past, did you ask me?"

Jeremy felt the golden dragon ignoring him, which was a great insult to him. 

He roared in anger, his body engulfed by countless wild winds, and charged straight at the golden dragon.

He wanted to fight the golden dragon, but clearly overestimated himself. 

The moment Jeremy and the golden dragon collided head-on, a huge force struck Jeremy's chest. 

He tasted a sweetness in his throat, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his body was knocked dozens of meters away, crashing through several large trees before stopping.

Jeremy's vision was covered by a sea of blood. 

He struggled to get up, but what followed was a terrifying dragon flame, which instantly engulfed him and then burned him to ashes.

"It's over..."

Ghöst Hughes didn't even have time to rescue before seeing Jeremy perish in the dragon flame... 

He slowly raised his wand, a terrifying magical fluctuation began to gather inside him, then, like a moth flying into a flame, he charged at Ethan.

Regardless of the outcome of this battle, the prince Jeremy had died here. 

Ghöst Hughes' political career was over. 

He still had to face the endless anger of the Grand Duke afterwards...

If he could fight this golden dragon to death, perhaps his people might be spared.

Countless light beams erupted from Ghöst Hughes's body, his magic wand slowly shattered, then his body emitted a sound like shattering glass.

Boom!

A deafening explosion erupted, and Ghöst Hughes was instantly engulfed by a blinding white light. 

A terrifying shock wave swept out in all directions, a huge sphere of light expanding to its limit, then abruptly shattered. 

A massive mushroom cloud rose over Mist Forest!

In the final moments, Ghöst Hughes chose self-destruction, hoping to take Ethan down with him. 

The aftermath of the explosion persisted for quite some time before slowly dissipating. 

Amid the cloud of dust and smoke, a massive silhouette gradually emerged...

Ethan, bloodied and battered, slowly descended from the sky. 

More than half of his dragon wings were damaged, and numerous crisscrossing wounds, large and small, marred his body, making him look utterly pathetic.

"The self-destruction of an A-rank powerhouse... Truly no laughing matter..."

If it wasn't for his significant power boost during the battle at Riverside, Ghöst Hughes's suicide attack would have spelled the end for Ethan. 

But unless an attack could kill him in one strike, for Ethan, the Divine Dragon, it all meant nothing.

A holy light gently descended, covering Ethan's body. 

His wounds healed instantly. 

The remnants of Riverside's army, witnessing this scene, were enveloped in dread...

Even Ghöst Hughes's self-destruction couldn't touch him. 

The only thing Ethan brought them was despair. 

Meanwhile, outside Mist Forest, bone-chilling roars resounded.

An army of monsters swarmed from the perimeter of Mist Forest, among which the most conspicuous were several Bipedal Wyverns, over ten meters long each. 

They resembled enormous dragons, and their dark wings stirred up fierce winds with every flap.

Like the final straw that broke the camel's back, the eyes of Riverside's defenders lost focus as they dropped their weapons. 

To continue the fight now was pointless...

The Riverside army lost their will to fight and chose to surrender. 

Black Dragon Komait, who barely escaped with his life, heaved a sigh of relief, struggling to get up from the ground and looking towards his fellow dragon nearby.

"Ethan, you really took your sweet time, didn't you? Just a tad more, and the great Black Dragon Lord Komait would have met his end here."

"Hurry up, use that magic of yours, heal me, I'm in agony."

"Those damned humans, I'll make them pay! Now that the entire Riverside army has been obliterated here, it's the perfect opportunity to strike Riverside. Ethan, rest assured, once I conquer Riverside, I'm willing to share 20% of the spoils with you!"

"Following the great Black Dragon Lord Komait is certainly the best decision you've made in your life."

With each sentence spoken by the Black Dragon, Ethan's eyes turned colder. 

Ethan slowly approached Komait, and before the latter's astonished eyes, he drove his claw into Komait's skull and pushed his head into the ground.

"If you weren't still of use to me, you would be visiting your long-dead ancestors by now."

"Ethan, aren't we allies? What's the meaning of this?" Komait's voice rang out in fear.

Ethan remained silent, his dragon claw sparking with a horrifying electric light, and instantly penetrated Komait's flesh. 

The intense pain elicited agonizing howls from Komait...

"Wait Ethan, as great dragons, shouldn't we..."

Ethan clenched his dragon claw, silencing Komait's whining words. 

His icy voice slowly echoed in Black Dragon's ears: "I don't want to play 'happy families' with you. I'm the Dark Lord, and I only care about what benefits I can gain."

"Tell me, how much do you know about the Dragon's Lair beneath Riverside?"

Hearing Ethan's words, Komait's pupils contracted instantly. 

His puzzled voice slowly resounded: "Dragon's Lair, what Dragon's Lair? Ethan, have you found some treasure? I swear, I have no intention to compete with you for it. How about this, you let me go... I swear upon the name of the great dragons, on the honor of the Black Dragon clan, I will never approach Riverside again."

Seeing Komait's continued feigned ignorance, Ethan's patience was wearing thin.

"If you won't talk, then perhaps you can take your secrets to the grave," he threatened.

"After all, I already know the location of the Dragon's Lair. Once Riverside falls, I'll have all the time in the world to search for it."

Ethan pinned down the Black Dragon's head, and a fiery light began to gather in his mouth. 

Just as the dragon flame was about to erupt, Komait cried out in desperation, "Wait... don't kill me!"

"The Dragon's Lair has a Bloodline seal. Without me, without the blood of the Black Dragon flowing through me, you will never be able to enter it!"