Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory-Chapter 469: Too effortlessly

Whoosh!

Isaryne raised her hand, and in an instant, a terrifying surge of elemental fire exploded into existence. The flames twisted and roared, forming a massive inferno that spiraled into a storm, then shot forward like a missile straight at the Shadow Witch—whose face had gone pale with shock.

A heartbeat later—

BOOM!

The firestorm slammed into the Shadow Witch with devastating force.

"Gahhh—!"

A sickening crunch echoed through the battlefield, followed by a deafening explosion.

BOOOOOOMMMMMM—

The sheer power of the blast, amplified by the raw fury of elemental fire, was overwhelming. The Shadow Witch—an 11th Tier, orange-ranked Legendary hero—was obliterated on the spot. Just like that. Gone.

"Holy shit!"

Ethan couldn’t help but blurt it out, eyes wide. "She just took out a Legendary hero like it was nothing! Damn, that’s insane!"

It looked like a one-hit kill, but in truth, it wasn’t quite that simple. The fight had been raging for a while now, and the Shadow Witch was clearly no longer at her peak. She’d already taken damage, and Isaryne had simply seized the perfect moment—striking with surgical precision to finish her off.

Still, even with that context...

It was seriously impressive. freewёbnoνel-com

Crimson Ultimate heroes were known to be powerful, sure—but orange-ranked Legendary heroes weren’t exactly pushovers either. And yet, Isaryne had taken one down in such a short time. That kind of strength? That was the real deal.

"Princess Isaryne really is a Crimson Ultimate hero through and through," Lilith murmured, standing beside Ethan. She hadn’t joined the fight, but now, watching Isaryne unleash her full might, she was visibly shaken. Her eyes sparkled with awe—and just a hint of envy.

Yeah. She was jealous.

If only she could become a Crimson Ultimate hero too...

How amazing would that be?

BOOOOOOMMMMMM—

Meanwhile, the battle still raged on. But after Isaryne annihilated that 11th Tier Shadow Witch, the tide had clearly turned. The enemy’s momentum was broken.

There had been three orange-ranked Legendary heroes on the opposing side. And even with all three, they couldn’t suppress her. Now, with only two left?

No way they could hold the line.

It didn’t take long—

The second 11th Tier hero, a Manticore, was also slain by Isaryne.

That left just one: a 12th Tier, level 78 Venomspike Manticore. He tried to retreat, again and again, but there was nowhere left to run. Cornered, he finally roared in frustration and called on his forces to swarm Isaryne in a desperate all-out assault.

"RAAAARGH!"

At that point, the Dungeon creatures went completely berserk.

They didn’t know fear. For every one that fell, another took its place. Manticores, Venomspike Manticores, Shadow Witches, Shadow Matriarchs—even low-tier troops—charged at Isaryne in a relentless wave.

There were so many, it made your skin crawl.

But even so—

Everyone knew.

This was just their last, desperate frenzy.

"HRAAAAH!"

Isaryne soared into the sky, wings blazing with fire, then dove straight into the heart of the Dungeon horde. She clashed head-on with the level 78 Venomspike Manticore hero, and the two of them tore into each other with brutal intensity. Their battle escalated fast—each strike unleashing shockwaves that rippled across the battlefield like a nightmare, shredding Dungeon creatures by the dozens.

BOOOOOOMMMMMM—

BOOOOOOMMMMMM—

The sky was swallowed by chaos. Firestorms raged, devouring everything in their path. The ground shook with every blow. And then, finally—after what felt like an eternity—the flames began to die down.

Silence fell.

All around them, the battlefield was littered with charred bones, piled high like mountains.

Everything was scorched black.

They were all dead.

Every last one of them—Dungeon creatures, wiped out.

"It’s over," Ethan said quietly, shaking his head.

To be honest, when Ethan first heard the numbers—those massive troop counts guarding the Castle forces—he’d definitely felt a little uneasy. Thousands, tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands... Numbers like that? Yeah, they were intimidating.

No matter how confident you were, hearing figures that big would make anyone second-guess things.

But now, after witnessing this battle firsthand, he was seeing the terrifying power of a Crimson Ultimate hero in action—and it was blowing his mind.

Clearly, he’d underestimated them.

He’d underestimated the Crimson Ultimate heroes.

And he’d definitely underestimated the true strength of Emerald Castle.

This battle?

Aside from a bit of resistance at the very beginning...

It had turned into a complete steamroll.

They were crushing the enemy. Effortlessly.

Too effortlessly.

"Splat!!"

Suddenly, a blood-soaked limb was sent flying through the air, spinning end over end. A split second later, the agonized scream of the level 78 Venomspike Manticore hero rang out—followed by the thunderous sound of Balthazar charging in for the kill.

BOOM!

BOOM!

BOOM!

Balthazar’s eyes were glowing blood-red now, and a faint crimson mist had begun to rise from his body—like he was radiating pure rage.

In that state, he looked less like a soldier and more like a berserk demon.

He tore into the Venomspike Manticore hero with savage fury, attacking like a madman with nothing to lose.

And before long...

The 78-level Venomspike Manticore hero was down.

Torn apart—literally—by Balthazar’s bare hands.

Ethan stared, mouth slightly open, stunned. "Damn... that’s insane..."

Balthazar was a 14th Tier Mythic Ace Unit. Powerful, sure—but still not a hero. Just an elite unit.

And yet?

He’d just ripped an orange-ranked Legendary hero to shreds.

That hit Ethan harder than even Isaryne’s earlier display of power.

Because Isaryne was a Crimson Ultimate hero. That kind of dominance was expected from someone like her.

But Balthazar?

He was just a unit. A soldier.

And the gap between a unit and a hero was supposed to be massive—like, not-even-in-the-same-league massive.

And then there was Kaiin...

Ethan’s eyes flicked over to him instinctively.

And immediately, his eyelid twitched.

Kaiin was already pushing level 35.

And right now?

He was swinging around two massive chunks of castle wall—each easily several thousand feet tall—like they were toys. Smashing them into the ground, into enemies, into whatever happened to be nearby.

It didn’t even look like he was fighting anymore.

It looked like he was just... having fun.

Ethan stood there in silence for a moment, then let out a helpless chuckle.

There was nothing left to do now but wait for the inevitable.

The battle was over.

The war was already won.

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