Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory-Chapter 1031: At the Gate of Elysion

Ethan steadied himself in the aftermath. His chest still rose and fell slightly, but his eyes had already dropped back onto the battlefield ahead.

The self-destruction of that medium fortress had flipped this entire stretch of void over once. Turbulent energy was still rolling in waves around them. Shattered spatial seams hung there like open wounds, refusing to close.

The surviving monsters were scattered everywhere—some with only half a body left, some still struggling while dragging broken limbs. The blood-red gemstones in their chests had dimmed a great deal, and the power they released was nowhere near as vicious as before.

Ethan drew in a breath, then shouted.

The moment the command spread, the Emerald Castle army—already pulled back to a safe distance—pressed in again.

Rows of weapon ports along the front of the fleet lit up. The small ships accelerated first, surging forward like a steel flood returning to the battlefield.

Behind them, Skyships and Sky Fortress units advanced as well, suppressive fire once again dropping in from every direction.

The monsters that were barely holding on couldn't organize anything resembling a counterattack. One moment they were still swaying in the void— the next, they were swallowed by sheets of bombardment.

Explosions kept blooming inside the broken swarm.

One monster had just lifted an arm to gather the gemstone's power in its chest—its entire arm was blasted into powder by an energy cannon. Another tried to retreat; it had barely taken two steps before multiple strikes hit at once and its body ruptured on the spot.

The rest—already missing arms and legs—couldn't endure it at all. They never even got a chance to close with the fleet before they toppled one after another.

Before long, the battlefield was completely cleared.

Emerald Castle slaughtered them down to the last.

On the other side, Kaelira and Seraphine's fight had also reached its end.

The two queens stood within that space that still wouldn't stop trembling, the energy fluctuations around them repeatedly forced higher and higher.

Kaelira's power pressed in from the front. Seraphine's radiance gathered from the flank. The remaining opponents—still trying to hold out—were driven back step by step, the space around them squeezed until it gave off a heavy, muffled roar.

The next instant, they struck together.

Vast power erupted from both of them and converged on a single point.

It wasn't a scattered barrage, but a massive energy sphere forced into shape. Light churned along its surface, the strength within it layered and compressed. The moment it formed, the surrounding "air" was shoved aside, and even the chaotic spatial fluctuations below were crushed down a full notch.

Then the sphere hammered straight down.

Those last few enemies had no room to dodge at all. They were swallowed whole by the frontal weight of that descending force.

At the moment of contact, there was a short, dense boom—then the entire mass of energy detonated, a blinding impact sweeping out and blowing those huge silhouettes into shredded flesh on the spot.

With that, the battle finally ended.

Ethan didn't give anyone time to catch their breath.

His eyes swept the field. Once he confirmed there were no more obstacles in this region, he immediately ordered the entire fleet to continue forward.

The Emerald Castle army—fresh out of a brutal fight—rapidly re-formed its formation. The ships spread back into layered ranks and surged through the void that still hadn't calmed, pushing deeper.

It didn't take long before the scenery ahead changed.

It wasn't just a shift in space—it felt like the entire fleet had slammed headfirst into a completely different world.

Light in the distance began to separate into layers. Some regions were soft in color, with gentle energy flow, like warm, quiet tides. Other regions were violently restless, forces colliding in the air and throwing off bursts of shrill vibration.

Two extremes—ice and fire.

The feeling became unmistakable the moment the fleet entered this area.

Some places were so mild they were almost non-aggressive. When energy brushed along the hulls, it even carried a nearly steady, smooth flow. But just a bit farther ahead, the atmosphere turned abruptly savage. Pressure surged in from all sides, as if the entire space itself was rejecting any outsider who tried to step in.

Ethan's vigilance spiked to its absolute peak.

He stood at the head of the fleet, feeling the changes in the surroundings while staring into the distant region that still wasn't fully clear.

As the fleet pushed deeper, the power saturating this world grew thicker and thicker. Even the shields began to show fine ripples across their surfaces—proof they were being constantly battered by the environment itself.

Then a figure appeared ahead.

At first it was just standing in a far-off zone where energy churned and surged. But as the fleet continued forward, everyone finally saw its true size.

It was too huge. Just standing there, it was like an unbreakable wall.

Then the energy on its body spread outward, pulling open rapidly in front of it—forming a colossal energy barrier that slammed down across the fleet's entire path, sealing the route completely.

The fleet was forced to stop.

The next moment, a voice of sheer authority crushed forward from the front.

"Who are you? How dare you trespass into Elysion—are you tired of living?"

When the words fell, even the already-dense energy around them shuddered.

A lot of people in the fleet felt their hearts tighten from the shock. When they looked up again, they understood even more clearly just how enormous this thing was—standing there, it was larger than a mothership. The shadow it cast alone was enough to drown the entire region ahead.

Ethan slowly let out a breath.

Then he rose from the fleet, floating up into the sky in front of them, and gave the gigantic figure a symbolic bow.

"We're from the distant Emerald Castle—"

Before he could finish, the thing across from him suddenly burst into laughter.

The sound was deep and heavy, thick with open contempt. It shook the energy barrier until ripples rolled across it in layers.

Right after that, its power surged violently—like a silent volcano being torn open. A savage presence swept outward through the surrounding space in a rushing wave.

"Never thought you idiots would deliver yourselves right to my door. If that's how you want it, then I won't hold back!"

As the last word dropped, the giant took one step back.

Then it raised a fist and—almost politely—hammered its own chest three times.

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

The three strikes weren't hurried, but each one was terrifyingly heavy, like a declaration being nailed into place—something that couldn't be changed once spoken.

Then it announced its identity.

"Elysion—Second Warfront. Commander of the Western Legion… Dorgath!"