Dungeon King: A Lady Knight Offered by My Goblins

Chapter 300 298-Battle to the Death

The surrounding air grew intensively hotter, as if the very air Ethan breathed was ablaze.

Ethan was in dire straits, facing a situation of despair like never before.

The relentless flames were eroding his body, evaporating the moisture within him.

If it were just that, Ethan might not have had a major problem.

After all, he was no longer a mere human who needed water to sustain his body.

But the most critical issue was...

The flames brought by the Flame Kirin could burn his energy away.

He could feel the energy within his body gradually depleting.

The air was saturated with Pyro, leaving Ethan utterly unable to replenish his energy.

Even the Golden Divine Flame, at this moment, became extremely fragile. 

It seemed to have met its nemesis.

Under the influence of the Pyro brought by the Flame Kirin, the Golden Divine Flame could not gain any benefits; instead, it was suppressed, unable to rise.

Ethan took a deep breath, his gaze locked onto the Flame Kirin with determination.

The Forst Herald, with its crystal mouth wide open, roared at the sky: "Aren't you going to make a move?"

Ethan had chased it relentlessly, and this grudge was etched in its heart.

The Flame Kirin, standing on the void, caused ripples of flames to spread around it: "No rush, he will die slowly."

In its fireball-like eyes, there was a deity-like indifference.

In its eyes, there was no distinction between humans and animals; everything was insignificant.

This world-destroying, disdainful demeanor, Ethan had seen it before.

Aneropo was exactly like this!

Ethan's pale face held a trace of tenacity. 

Licking the fresh blood that seeped from his cracked lips, his hoarse voice uttered:

"But Aneropo has already become my deity servant!"

"So... I don't care what kind of monster you are!"

"Just die!"

Ethan leapt into the air, charging towards the Flame Kirin with an indomitable spirit.

In his hand, clad in golden scales, the Blasphemous Spear appeared once again, its blade glinting with a chilling light as it arced through the midair.

Boom--

The Flame Kirin lifted its paw, clashing against the Blasphemous Spear.

The force of their collision sent Ethan flying backwards, while the Flame Kirin itself took three steps back in the void.

"Such a strong reptile," the Flame Kirin shook its head, breathing out flames, "but this is as far as you go."

For the first time, the Flame Kirin took the initiative to attack, its body cloaked in flames like a layer of vibrant, red armor.

It swung its paw, causing ripples in the surrounding void.

Even from a distance of ten meters, Ethan could feel an unavoidable gust of wind attacking him.

He hurriedly lifted his spear to resist.

"Bang--"

Ethan was sent flying once again, crashing into the cliff's rock face.

A huge crater appeared on the scorched, reddened stone wall, and pieces of brittle rock fell to the ground.

The Flame Kirin's massive size was already daunting, and the strength it carried was over ten thousand jin.

Just one slap, and Ethan was bleeding from his nose and mouth, seeing stars.

Ethan slowly fell from the rock wall, kneeling on one knee, taking deep breaths.

"What a tenacious opponent," he said stubbornly, lifting his head to stare at the Flame Kirin.

The Flame Kirin, in a display of dominance, lifted its sturdy hoof and stomped several times in the void.

Ethan had originally thought that the Flame Kirin, true to its elemental nature, would only be adept in Pyro Magic or elemental attacks.

But to his surprise, the Flame Kirin's capability in close combat was also incredibly formidable.

Forst Herald, standing aside, revealed a smile. Excitement flashed through his icy blue, glass ball-like eyes: "Yes, that's it. Beat him, pummel him ruthlessly, exact my vengeance."

"I want to watch his blood run dry in front of me, and then watch him burn to a shriveled corpse."

Flames had already begun to flicker over Ethan's body. His skin, like parched earth, started to crack.

Blood flowed from these cracks, igniting upon contact with the air. The Golden Divine Dragon Bloodline within Ethan was set ablaze by the surrounding air, making Ethan's situation even more dire.

With a slight wave of his hand, Ethan inwardly called out: "Holy Light."

In the face of the pervasive flames, the holy light was like a firefly against the sun, its healing effects tragically limited.

A throbbing pain shot through Ethan's temples, as a creeping sense of despair, the despair of impending death, slowly overcame him.

"No, I can't die here," Ethan suddenly stood up, his eyes filled with determination.

The massive Flame Kirin almost filled his entire field of vision, but it couldn't mask the steadfast look in Ethan's eyes.

"Golden Divine Dragon Blood, burn--"

His face twisted in agony, Ethan roared towards the heavens.

Since the blood in his body had started to drain away, and there was no way to replenish it, he might as well go down fighting!

Ethan's eyes turned bloodshot as the Golden Divine Dragon Bloodline surged from every pore in his body.

The golden and translucent blood wrapped around Ethan's body, and in an instant, it was ignited by the surrounding air.

The burning was inconsequential. What mattered was that Ethan's Golden Divine Dragon Blood contained a vast amount of energy.

This power, like an ocean, enveloped Ethan.

Taking a deep breath, Ethan inhaled the surrounding energy into his mouth, as if he were a whale swallowing the sea.

Forst Herald opened his mouth wide, his inverted triangular eyes exuding a chilling coldness: "Madness, this man is insane. Even if he wins against you, he's going to die…"

"Why bother?"

Flame Kirin snorted like a horse, excitement dancing in its pupils: "You know what? Stand and die, or kneel and live, what would you choose?"

"I'm actually starting to admire this little bug!"

Forst Herald pursed his lips, muttering under his breath: "Of course it's kneeling and living--"

Their conversation hadn't yet concluded when Ethan was already fully prepared.

Ethan's gaze was piercing, holy light emanating from his eyes, his whole body surged with boundless strength, as if it were inexhaustible.

This was the result of igniting the Golden Divine Dragon Blood within his body.

Ethan, reborn, now possessed a strength he had never had before.

The sky was ablaze with heat, and the bright moon hung high.

Clad in black leather and wielding his spear, Ethan stood firm in the void, his gaze resolutely fixed ahead.

The Blasphemous Spear was now radiating endless cold light, making the surrounding flames part for it.

Only a deity could fully unleash the power of a divine artifact. 

Previously, when Ethan used the Blasphemous Spear, he was completely unable to display the spear's true power.

But now, Ethan was infinitely close to that legendary realm.

The Blasphemous Spear, accompanying Ethan's strength, gradually revealed the power of a divine artifact.

Ethan's spear pointed at Flame Kirin, his cold eyes revealing endless determination and fighting spirit.

Flame Kirin, shaking its body, was already impatient to proceed.

Suddenly, a roaring blaze fell from the sky, revealing a colossal Flame Kirin within the fiery glow.

The Flame Kirin launched the first strike.

Its body, towering dozens of yards high, was enveloped in scorching flames, emanating suffocating waves of heat and an intimidating aura.

Undaunted, Ethan swiftly swung his spear, aiming for the Flame Kirin's eyes, and coldly declared, "Prepare to meet your end!"

As his words echoed, a lightning-fast blaze shot out from the tip of the spear, tearing through the sky.

The fiery projectile struck the Flame Kirin's scales, instantly triggering a massive explosion.

Flames and the silhouette of the Flame Kirin intertwined, with howling winds and deafening roars reverberating through the valley.

"How laughable, thinking you can solve my big brother with fire." Forst Herald, standing aside and watching the spectacle, said with a sneer, "Your intelligence really is on par with a Frost Servant."

It seemed that Forst Herald still harbored resentment from Ethan's previous mockery, even bringing up the topic of intelligence.

As expected, the Flame Kirin charged out of the flames, unleashing an attack as ferocious as thunder.

With a roar, the flames within its body burned even more fiercely, as if intending to turn the entire mountain range to ashes.

Fearlessly, it lunged at Ethan, its fierce face and scorching flames deterring any from coming close.

Ethan's eyes sharpened, resolved not to back down.

Instead of retreating, Ethan advanced, his spear imbued with the Golden Divine Flame as he charged towards the Flame Kirin.

Man and beast, locked in a dance of ferocious combat within the valley, attacked each other with chilling intent to kill.

Ethan clashed with the Flame Kirin, their fierce battle illuminating the void with a cascade of gold and red, resembling shooting stars colliding, then swiftly separating.

They struck and separated again... and again...

After hundreds of exchanges, Ethan was rebounded, his mouth spraying blood tainted with flames.

"Is it still not enough?" Ethan's eyelids grew heavy, the immense drain of energy leaving him utterly exhausted.

The Flame Kirin approached Ethan with heavy steps, declaring, "You've proven to be a remarkably strong insect."

Kneeling on one knee before the Flame Kirin, Ethan wiped the blood from his mouth, sneering, "So, you think you've completely won?"

The Flame Kirin looked down at Ethan, its gaze shimmering with a strange light, "Before you die, can you tell me how you knew to use fire to attack me? Most would assume I'm immune to flames."

Ethan took deep breaths, drawing energy from the surrounding air, vying for a sliver of space to recover.

"It's actually quite simple. I used Hydro to find Forst Herald, so I figured the same approach would work against you!"