Dungeon King: A Lady Knight Offered by My Goblins-Chapter 456 454-United in Battle Once Again

Ethan, realizing he had plunged into a vast sea of negative emotions, swiftly extricated himself by recalling the support he had previously received from others, along with a series of joyous memories he cherished.

These recollections served as a beacon, guiding him out of the shadowy depths of despair.

At that moment, Ethan could see the enormous red moon in the sky morphing into a gigantic, festering eye.

It seemed to be staring intently at him, its gaze unyielding and ominous.

"How dare you claim to be a deity," Ethan challenged, his voice a blend of scorn and realization.

"What kind of deity skulks behind everyone, manipulating a web of sinister schemes and devious plots? Now, it all becomes clear to me. The catastrophe that has befallen the Shadow clan, from beginning to end, has been your doing."

"You have cursed the creatures surrounding the Shadow clan, inciting them to attack. You cursed the Shadow Elves in the Shadow Moon Lake, robbing them of their sanity."

"This, in turn, sparked a direct conflict between the Shadow Elves and the people of the Shadow clan. You have cursed the Hero Spirits in the Valhalla of the Shadow clan and, through these spirits, further cursed the successive High Priests of the Shadow clan."

"You directly cursed the current High Priest, Sherry, using the lineage of the High Priests as your conduit. If I'm not mistaken, Sherry's plunge into slumber is akin to my own entrapment in the illusion you crafted!"

"Why do you lack the courage to appear in person? Why do you only dare to manipulate Dart to fight us? That's because you know your strength is profoundly limited! You are aware that you can't possibly defeat me in a direct confrontation. Therefore, you resort to these insidiously cunning and deceitful tactics!"

Having freed himself from the grip of negative emotions, Ethan was now intensely agitated.

What he despised most was being cursed by an adversary wielding immense mental power.

When facing other enemies who challenged him head-on, Ethan's goal was merely to defeat them, not necessarily to annihilate them completely.

However, facing the God of Curses, who continually laid traps for him while cowardly hiding in the shadows, Ethan was determined to eradicate this foe completely.

After voicing his thoughts, Ethan regained some of his rationality.

His words, apart from articulating his deductions, also served as a vent for the resentment that had been building within him.

Having released these pent-up emotions, Ethan was now able to maintain his rationality and continue the battle against the God of Curses.

Although he didn't regard the God of Curses as particularly powerful, he acknowledged that his adversary was, after all, a deity.

Ethan drew his Blasphemous Spear, infusing it with the immense Power of Shadow.

He deliberately chose not to wield the Primordial Light, knowing that the God of Curses was well-versed in its strength.

"Since you're so familiar with the power of Primordial Light, I'll use the Power of Shadow to defeat you!" he declared.

No sooner had the words left his lips than Ethan transformed into a fleeting shadow, soaring towards the blood-red moon hanging in the mid-sky.

As Ethan rapidly approached the blood-red moon, it gradually filled every corner of his vision, immersing him in a sea of crimson.

He could distinctly feel the Power of Curse intensifying around him, growing stronger as he neared the blood-red celestial body.

"You are no match for me. Surrender completely and I can grant you power beyond your wildest dreams. You could even replace Dart and become my emissary among mortals," the God of Curses spoke, not choosing to engage in direct combat with Ethan.

For the deity, annihilating Ethan was an unprofitable move.

With Dart grievously wounded and of no further use, the God of Curses sought to make Ethan the new Dart, a more powerful version of his current puppet.

Only with Ethan transformed into this stronger vessel could the deity's plans come to fruition.

The God of Curses could only exert influence on the real world through the Power of Curse and his puppets.

A direct intervention, a Godfall, was possible only for brief moments, explaining why the deity constantly lurked in the shadows, unable to manifest at will.

Unswayed by the deity's persuasive words, Ethan, bolstered by the formidable Power of Shadow, reached the blood-red moon.

He thrust his spear with full force into the celestial body, tearing it asunder into two halves.

These halves plummeted towards different destinations - one towards the Shadow Moon Lake, and the other towards the Valhalla of the Shadow clan.

As the moon split, a surge of energy cascaded through the cosmos, signaling a pivotal moment in this epic confrontation.

Ethan, standing before the now-divided moon, was a figure of defiance and strength.

His spear, a weapon empowered by darkness, had achieved what seemed impossible, challenging the very essence of the deity's power.

The two falling fragments of the moon, each heading towards a significant location.

In that critical moment, Ethan found himself at a crossroads of indecision.

He couldn't determine which of the two blood-red moons was the true manifestation of the God of Curses' power.

Without identifying the deity's genuine form, he could not destroy its projection in the illusion.

And if he failed to shatter this illusionary presence, escaping from the fantastical realm would be impossible.

As Ethan grappled with uncertainty, a familiar yet faint voice pierced through the chaos - it was Sherry's voice.

"Ethan, can you hear me? If you can hear my voice, please respond!"

The sudden emergence of Sherry's voice filled Ethan with an unexpected joy.

He had thought Sherry was forever trapped in a deep slumber, never imagining she could still communicate in this illusory world.

This meant that she hadn't fallen into complete despair.

"I can hear you," Ethan replied eagerly.

"Can you hear me? We must act quickly.

The power of the God of Curses is growing stronger in this illusion."

Now that Ethan had established contact with Sherry, it was crucial to formulate their next steps without delay.

Ethan was acutely aware that any further waste of time might cost them their chance to overcome the God of Curses.

Upon hearing Ethan's voice, Sherry's response was filled with relief and urgency.

"You're right, we must escape this illusion quickly. I believe I am seeing the same thing as you."

"I saw how you successfully tore the blood-red moon, a manifestation of the God of Curses, into two parts. One is plummeting towards the Shadow Moon Lake, and the other towards Valhalla."

"We must act separately yet in unison. It's imperative that we simultaneously obliterate both fragments of the red moon."

"Only by doing so can we completely eradicate the projection of the God of Curses in this illusion and truly escape from it."

Sherry's prolonged period of slumber meant she had a profound understanding of the illusion.

Although Ethan couldn't be entirely certain that the voice belonged to Sherry herself, he chose to trust her.

"I'll head towards Valhalla, as the situation there seems more dire. You take care of the fragment falling towards Shadow Moon Lake."

"Together, in this joint battle, we are bound to succeed! We can definitely rid ourselves of the curses the God of Curses has inflicted upon us!"

Ethan's tone was unwaveringly resolute.

He felt confident in their ability to work together perfectly and escape their predicament.

Sherry, equally determined, promptly agreed and hastened towards Shadow Moon Lake.

Without hesitation, Ethan sped towards Valhalla, each moving with a singular focus and urgency.

As Ethan journeyed towards Valhalla, the voice of the God of Curses incessantly echoed in his ears, unrelenting in its persuasion.

"Why do you resist so? Is the Power of Curse truly unacceptable to you? You've embraced the Power of Shadow, even accepted strength from the Wraith Cult."

"So why can't you accept the Power of Curse? Do you believe it can be completely eradicated?"

Each word from the God of Curses inflicted immense pain on Ethan, as every utterance cast a profound curse upon him.

Despite being in his prime condition, Ethan wasn't entirely immune to the debilitating effects of such powerful curses.

"Whatever you say, I will not believe. If you truly wished to help me, why trap me in this illusion? Your words are nothing but deceit."

"From the beginning, your plan was to annihilate me and to control the Shadow clan. And after seizing control, you would surely turn the clan members into cursed monsters!"