Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory-Chapter 111: Kill! Kill them all!

Clearly, with Seraphina, Cicero, and Elyra—the three top warriors of Emerald Castle—on the battlefield, Eldorin never expected to be the one charging in and cutting down enemies head-on.

But honestly? That didn’t bother him one bit.

Just being part of this battle was already a golden opportunity. It was a chance to make an impression on Emerald Castle’s lord, Ethan, and the three powerhouses, Seraphina, Cicero, and Elyra.

Fighting alongside them would help him integrate into Emerald Castle, to truly become one of them. And right now, that was exactly what both he and Bromir needed most.

Before, he had only fought for Emerald Castle because he had no other choice. But now? Now, he genuinely wanted to be part of it.

Why?

Simple.

Emerald Castle might not be the strongest force yet, but its future? That was a different story.

Two Crimson Ultimate heroes. One Legendary-tier orange hero. And himself—also a Legendary-tier orange hero. To put it bluntly, even the core military strength of the most powerful nations in the main world at their peak wasn’t much stronger than this.

In other words, if Emerald Castle could continue to grow and develop, given enough time, it could absolutely rise to become a dominant force in the main world.

Or even more than that—they might just create an entirely new faction of power.

And that? That was huge.

This wasn’t just some promising investment.

This was a super promising investment.

No—this was a super, super, super promising investment!

Eldorin had lived for over three thousand years. He wasn’t an idiot. With an opportunity like this right in front of him, how could he not seize it?

"Alright then—let’s get started!"

"For the glory of Emerald Castle! For our great master—everyone, it’s time for battle!"

ROAR!

Seraphina let out a thunderous dragon’s cry before turning to Ethan. "I’m going in, Master."

"Go."

"Seraphina, don’t hold back. Don’t hesitate. I believe in you! Your strength will bring victory to Emerald Castle. Now go—give it everything you’ve got!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, Ethan leaped into the air, landing smoothly on the back of another Thunderbird.

Honestly, even if he had just jumped straight down to the ground, he would’ve been fine.

Because right now, his physical strength was on par with a Tier 10 unit.

And what did that mean?

A standard Tier 10 unit could jump off a three-thousand-foot cliff and walk away without a scratch. And if they threw a punch or swung an axe? Even a small mountain would be obliterated in an instant.

And Ethan? He had already reached that level. In fact, in some ways, he was even stronger than a typical Tier 10 unit.

"As you command, my esteemed Master!"

Seraphina’s excitement surged. With a powerful whoosh, she unfurled her massive dragon wings, spreading them wide across the sky.

In an instant, they blotted out the sun like an overwhelming storm cloud, casting the desert below into deep, suffocating darkness.

At that very moment—whoosh!—Seraphina shot forward at an astonishing speed, diving straight toward the Colossal Gold Mine!

ROAR!

At the same time, Eldorin unleashed his Entangling Roots!

In an instant, his body shifted and merged with the earth. The winds howled, sandstorms raged, and then—

A towering, three-thousand-foot Treant erupted from the barren wasteland!

Its massive form loomed over the battlefield, countless living vines writhing and twisting like serpents, lashing out toward the Colossal Gold Mine.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The ground shook violently, the deafening sound of destruction echoing across the desert!

The vines, sharp as death’s scythe, burst from the earth in an endless, terrifying wave, impaling the low-tier defenders of the fortress without mercy!

And the devastation didn’t stop there.

BOOM! BOOM!

A massive area-wide attack followed, tearing through the fortress walls, reducing them to rubble!

The Colossal Gold Mine, standing precariously atop the shifting sands of the wasteland, was already on unstable ground.

And now?

Eldorin’s innate ability had hollowed out the very earth beneath it, stripping it of its foundation.

Like a rootless weed, the fortress collapsed in an instant—without even a chance to resist.

"Damn... Eldorin’s actually pretty strong, huh?" Ethan muttered, watching the scene unfold.

Honestly, he had underestimated Eldorin. Maybe it was because the guy was only a D-rank Legendary hero, but now that he thought about it—he was still a Legendary hero. And Level 42 at that!

No way he’d be weak.

If he had to compare...

Ethan figured that Eldorin right now was at least on par with that Infernal Lord, Balzareth.

BOOOOM!

A thunderous explosion shook the battlefield as Seraphina, like a colossal warship, crashed into the Colossal Gold Mine!

The impact shattered countless war machines, obliterated entire sections of the fortress walls, and sent shockwaves rippling through the battlefield.

And then—

ROAR!

Seraphina let out a deafening dragon’s cry, her Draconic Force surging like a raging storm, gathering with terrifying intensity!

"ENEMY ATTACK!!"

"GREEN DRAGON! IT’S A TIER 13 ULTIMATE UNIT—A GREEN DRAGON!!"

"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!"

"KILL IT! KILL IT!!"

The battlefield erupted into chaos.

From the depths of the Colossal Gold Mine, countless Soul Sentinels surged forward, their eerie forms flooding the battlefield!

And then—

THUD. THUD. THUD.

A new threat emerged.

Dozens of massive, brown-furred beasts charged out, their hulking forms radiating raw power.

And among them—

Three colossal creatures, their bodies shrouded in a terrifying purple-gold aura, stepped forward.

Behemoths.

These were the Legendary-tier Tier 13 units of the Stronghold faction—Behemoths.

And those three monstrous figures?

They were even stronger.

Tier 14 Mythic units—Ancient Behemoths.

As the ultimate unit of the Stronghold faction, the Behemoth’s combat prowess is nearly unrivaled in melee battles. When it comes to sheer brute force, not even the Black Dragon, Angel, or Devil can stand against it. That much was clear.

And now, the moment they laid eyes on Seraphina, their fury exploded!

With a deafening roar, they charged.

Their movements were shockingly agile—like a pack of hyper-aware, feral monkeys. But their eyes burned red with madness as they lunged straight for Seraphina, utterly consumed by rage.

But then—something changed.

BOOM!

The ground trembled violently. Towering trees erupted from the earth! In an instant, an enormous forest sprang up, swallowing all twenty Behemoths and the three Ancient Behemoths within its depths.

This was Cicero’s Sacred Realm—Forest Realm!

"Behemoths or Ancient Behemoths—Seraphina, take your pick."

With a sharp whoosh, Cicero appeared behind Seraphina, gripping the Green Dragon Scepter as he spoke.

"Do you even have to ask? You take the Behemoths—I’ll handle the Ancient Behemoths! I’m going to slaughter every last one of them..." Seraphina let out a wild, bloodthirsty howl and dove straight toward the battlefield.

Buzz!

The moment she moved, Cicero leaped into the air, raising his scepter. With a casual flick, he pointed it toward the massive forest.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

In an instant, the three Tier-14 Ancient Behemoths were blasted out like cannonballs, slamming into the ground with earth-shattering force. The impact sent shockwaves rippling through the battlefield.

"Good luck..." Cicero cast a ’sympathetic’ glance at the three Mythic-tier Ancient Behemoths before leisurely stepping into the Forest Realm.

Compared to the Tier-14 Ancient Behemoths, the Tier-13 Behemoths—though greater in number—were far less of a threat.

Besides, they were nothing more than Soul Sentinels.

With his power, these mindless, defective creations wouldn’t be able to stir up much trouble.

Soul Sentinels differed from regular units in two key ways: strength and intelligence. If normal units were like humans, then Soul Sentinels were more like machines.

Did they have brains? Technically, yes. But they were dumb as hell.

"ROAR!"

"ROAR!"

"Kill! Kill them all!"

At the same time, the Legion of Soul Sentinels guarding the Colossal Gold Mine surged forward in a relentless tide, swarming toward Ethan, Seraphina, and Eldorin.

They knew no fear. They never retreated. Even as they fell in droves, fresh waves of cannon fodder immediately took their place.

And then—Elyra’s eyes flashed.

She made her move.

Whoosh!

With a graceful leap, she soared into the sky, hovering effortlessly in midair. She pressed a single finger to her lips—then tapped lightly.

In an instant, a terrifying surge of lightning and holy magic erupted outward, spreading like an unstoppable tidal wave of frost and destruction!

Buzz!

The moment that overwhelming power erupted, every single Soul Sentinel on the battlefield froze in place.

Lightning surged through their bodies, paralyzing them completely!

Holy energy bore down on them, suppressing them with divine force!

They stood motionless, as if an invisible spell had locked them in place.

And then, Elyra’s voice rang out again—calm, yet carrying an undeniable weight of destruction.

"Double Divine Storm."

In the blink of an eye, Elyra’s mana bar dropped by more than half.

At the same time, a deafening explosion tore through the sky, shaking the heavens and the earth as if the world itself was collapsing!

BOOM!

Holy light rained down. Thunder roared.

In an instant, it was like a comet had crashed into the battlefield—an apocalyptic surge of magic hurtling straight toward the immobilized Infernal Legions!

The next second, blinding flashes of lightning and divine radiance engulfed everything. The sheer intensity of the light was unbearable—so piercing that no one could keep their eyes open.

And then, the devastation spread.

The magical shockwave expanded outward, rippling across the battlefield like an unstoppable tidal wave. It surged thirty thousand feet in every direction, wave after wave, its destructive force lingering far longer than expected.

The sustained damage was insane.

But that wasn’t even the scariest part.

The real horror was the sheer annihilation—wherever the Divine Storm struck, the Soul Sentinels guarding the Colossal Gold Mine fell like wheat before a scythe.

Entire ranks were wiped out in an instant.

More than half of them were obliterated in mere seconds!

And those who somehow survived? They were barely clinging to life—bodies mangled, flesh torn apart, blood soaking the battlefield. A grotesque, nightmarish sight.

"Gulp."

Ethan’s mouth twitched as he swallowed hard.

God-tier mage.

Not just any god-tier mage, but one who had fully grown into her power.

Her AoE destruction was beyond absurd.

One Double Divine Storm, and it was like dropping a nuclear bomb.

A single cast wiped out entire legions.

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And then—

"Again..."

"Divine Storm!"

Elyra raised her hand once more, draining the last of her mana reserves.

BOOM!

Holy light crashed down. Thunder howled.

The sheer force of the magic shook the earth, swallowing every remaining enemy in its merciless grasp.

The aftershocks rippled outward like waves in a pond, spreading in all directions, consuming everything in their path.

And when the light finally faded—

Mountains of Soul Sentinel corpses lay scattered across the battlefield.

Their bodies, caught in the lingering magic, rotted away at an unnatural speed—crumbling into dust, or shriveling into dry, lifeless husks before disintegrating completely.

The battlefield was left in eerie silence, save for the faint whisper of ashes drifting through the air.

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