Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory-Chapter 50: This is a massacre

"Leader, what do we do now?"

At the same time, an urgent message from the guild’s upper ranks rang in Inferno Tyrant’s ears.

"T-That... that dragon... it looks like he’s coming straight for our guild!"

Coming straight for us?

Inferno Tyrant’s entire body shuddered, his pupils contracting.

A chill shot up from the soles of his feet, racing straight to the top of his head!

His face turned deathly pale, panic flashing across his features.

But he gritted his teeth hard and barked out, "Attack!"

"If he’s coming for us, there’s no running from this. But it’s just one dragon—if we can take him down, we still have a chance!"

"A-Attack...? Y-Yes, understood..."

"Everyone, follow my command—attack! Kill that damn dragon!"

BOOM!

"Charge! No one back down—this is a dragon hunt! If we pull this off, the rewards will be insane! Go, take him down!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill! There’s so many of us, and we have the full force of the guild behind us—what the hell are we afraid of? Kill him!"

...

The players of the Inferno Dragons guild erupted with excitement, sending their forces charging toward Cicero.

In an instant, a tidal wave of attacks surged into the sky, crashing down on Cicero...

But no one expected what happened next.

The vast majority of their attacks—did absolutely nothing.

Against Cicero, a Tier 13 Green Dragon, their attacks were completely useless!

Blows rained down on Cicero’s massive body, but it was like trying to scratch an itch—

They couldn’t even break through his defenses!

"Damn it, it’s Tier suppression!" Inferno Tyrant cursed, his expression darkening with shock and disbelief. He shouted, "All units below Tier 5, retreat immediately! This is Tier suppression—anything below Tier 5 can’t even scratch him!"

In the world of Glory Lords X, Tier suppression was an absolute rule.

If a unit’s Tier was outmatched by six or more levels, their attacks simply couldn’t break through.

For example:

A Tier 1 unit against a Tier 7? Useless.

A Tier 2 against a Tier 8? Same story.

Even a Tier 7 against a Tier 13—completely ineffective!

They wouldn’t even leave a dent.

Even if the Tier gap was within six levels, the lower-tier units would still suffer from Tier pressure, reducing the damage they could deal.

That meant in Glory Lords X, sheer numbers alone weren’t enough to win a fight.

And right now?

Forget the Inferno Dragons guild’s hundred-thousand-strong army—

Even if they multiplied their forces tenfold, a hundredfold!!!

Even if they had a million troops, ten million troops—

Cicero, alone, as a single dragon—

Would slaughter them all.

This... this is the terror of Tier suppression!

Sure, the Inferno Dragons guild was overall stronger than Nocturnal Crescent, but their main forces were still made up of Tier 7 and Tier 8 units at best.

And whether it was regular units below Tier 7,

Or even Elite Units at Tier 7 or Tier 8—

None of them could even scratch Cicero!

Because Cicero wasn’t just a Tier 13 unit—

He was a Tier 13 Hero.

And not just any hero—he was a Crimson Ultimate Hero!

That made him far, far, far stronger than a regular Tier 13 unit.

So no matter how many players Inferno Dragons had—

This fight was completely unwinnable!

BEEP BEEP BEEP!

Just then, another frantic message came through to Inferno Tyrant.

This time, the voice on the other end was trembling with fear.

"L-Leader! Even our Tier 5 and Tier 6 units—they can’t break through his defense either...!"

The moment those words hit, Inferno Tyrant froze.

Tier 5 and Tier 6 units... can’t break through either?

Can’t break through...?

Can’t... break through...?!

His expression completely stiffened.

A wave of sheer terror—

A tsunami of horror—

Erupted inside him like a volcanic explosion, consuming his entire being in an instant.

His eyes widened, his breath hitched, and his voice trembled as he stammered—

"Th-Thirteen... Tier 13?!"

"Tier 13? What do you mean, Tier 13?!"

Blake and Nathan, standing right beside him, immediately turned to him, their voices sharp with urgency.

Inferno Tyrant’s hand shook violently as he pointed at Cicero, who was massacring their forces with ease.

His face was pale as a ghost, his expression twisted in disbelief and fear.

"My men just reported... even Tier 5 and Tier 6 units can’t break through his defense... T-That means... this Green Dragon is at least a Tier 13 wild unit!"

Tier 13 wild unit?!

HISSSSS—

Both Blake and Nathan shuddered violently, their faces filled with pure horror.

Tier 13 wild unit...

What... what kind of nightmare is this?!

Even now, across the entire world, there were less than five players who had managed to obtain Tier 11 units.

In other words—

This unstoppable Green Dragon in front of them...

Was two whole Tiers higher than the strongest units owned by the world’s top players!

Drip. Drip.

Cold sweat poured down Blake and Nathan’s foreheads, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

Their faces were filled with shock, disbelief... and absolute terror.

Why?

Why was this happening to them?!

Why did such a terrifying wild unit have to come after them?!

Why?!

"Tyrant... w-what do we do now?" Nathan’s voice was weak, his face ashen.

"What do we do?" Inferno Tyrant let out a bitter laugh, his expression filled with despair.

"There’s nothing we can do."

"A Tier 13 wild unit... even if the top ten guilds joined forces, they’d still be crushed."

"This isn’t even a fight..."

"This is a massacre."

...

Inferno Tyrant let out a bitter laugh, his voice filled with despair. "At this point, we either retreat... or kill ourselves."

"But he’s already locked onto all of us. Running? That’s not gonna be easy."

He paused for a moment, then forced a pale smile. "Luckily, we only brought a third of the guild’s high-tier units this time. My strongest trump card, the Tier 9 Minotaur, isn’t here either. Otherwise..."

He trailed off, unable—or maybe unwilling—to finish that thought.

Because if his strongest unit, the Tier 9 Minotaur, had been wiped out here... then Inferno Tyrant himself would be done for too.

His attitude made it clear—he had already given up.

Struggling against a Tier 13 wild unit?

That was nothing but a delusion. A complete fantasy.

"But..."

Blake, however, looked unwilling to accept this. His face was grim, and he seemed like he wanted to say something.

If you committed suicide outside of combat, you’d lose one level.

But if you did it during combat, you’d lose two.

And since this was a guild battle, all guild members shared the same combat state.

In other words, they were already considered to be in combat.

If they killed themselves now, they’d drop two whole levels.

Two levels!

That would take at least a month or two to grind back!

Losing that much experience for nothing was a massive blow.

But just as Blake opened his mouth, Nathan cut him off with a calm voice.

"Dude, this is a Tier 13 wild unit."

Tier 13 wild unit.

Just those words alone carried an unbearable weight.

Unstoppable. Overwhelming.

Whoosh!

A flash of white light.

Nathan had already chosen to end it. He disappeared on the spot.

Once combat started, any units that had been deployed couldn’t be recalled.

Which meant that if they couldn’t escape, those units were as good as dead.

Suicide would cost them levels, but at least it would let them keep their units.

Clearly, to Nathan, his units were more valuable than his levels.

Inferno Tyrant, on the other hand, tried to run—

But the monster locked onto him instantly.

Boom!

A blast of Venomous Dragon Breath tore through the battlefield like a storm, wiping out hundreds of players in an instant—Inferno Tyrant included.

There was no escape.

Blake’s face went pale as fear flickered in his eyes.

In the end, he clenched his teeth hard—then made his choice.

A flash of white light.

He was gone.

His units were still deployed, and there was no way to recall them. If he wanted to save them, suicide was the only option.

BOOM!

RUMBLE... RUMBLE...

At the same time, waves of Inferno Dragons guild members either fell to the dragon’s slaughter or vanished in streaks of white light as they took their own lives.

From a distance, the battlefield looked like pure hell.

A complete and utter massacre.

...

Meanwhile, in Icelight City, not far from the battlefield, the upper ranks of Nocturnal Crescent guild had just received the news.

William Carter, chairman of Carter Group, sat there in stunned silence, his face frozen in disbelief.

"You... You’re telling me Inferno Dragons’ entire army is getting wiped out by some Green Dragon that came out of nowhere?" William stared at Nightfall, his expression a mix of shock and confusion.

"Yeah!" Nightfall, on the other hand, was practically buzzing with excitement. "Word is, that Green Dragon is at least a Tier 13 wild unit. The internet’s already blowing up! Tons of people are streaming it live—Inferno Dragons’ army of over a hundred thousand units is getting absolutely slaughtered!"

"For real?!"

A clear, excited voice rang out.

Isabella’s eyes were red with excitement as she quickly pulled up the streaming platform, searching for a live feed of Inferno Dragons’ army being annihilated by the Green Dragon.

In the blink of an eye, she found one and opened it immediately.

Whoosh!

A massive projection screen appeared in front of Isabella, William, Nightfall, and the other high-ranking members of Nocturnal Crescent.

ROAR!

On the screen, a Green Dragon, as massive as a mountain, lowered its head slightly. Its wings trembled, and an overwhelming force surged around it like a hurricane.

It was like a god of destruction had descended upon the battlefield.

The Inferno Dragons army—already broken, their morale shattered—stood no chance.

ROAR! ROAR! ROAR!

The dragon let out a series of earth-shaking roars, its entire body radiating a brilliant, terrifying energy.

That power gathered in its maw—

Then, in an instant, a massive beam of dark green energy erupted forward, engulfing the battlefield.

Venomous Dragon Breath.

The Green Dragon’s racial ability.

HISSSSS...

AAAAAHHHH—!

Screams filled the air.

Thousands—no, tens of thousands—of Inferno Dragons’ units were instantly caught in the blast.

Their flesh corroded at an unnatural speed, massive holes forming in their bodies as their bones were laid bare.

In mere moments, countless units perished—some without even leaving a corpse behind, their remains completely dissolved by the venom.

Gulp.

Nightfall, William, Isabella, and the others exchanged glances, their faces frozen in shock.

They couldn’t move.

They couldn’t speak.

Their entire understanding of the game—of power—had just been shattered.

They weren’t top-tier players themselves, but with how advanced communication was in the real world, they knew enough to grasp what was happening.

And this?

This was beyond terrifying.

"This Inferno Dragons guild... man, they’re seriously screwed," someone muttered, barely able to contain their schadenfreude. "Running into a monster like that? That thing’s basically a demigod."

After this battle, even a powerhouse like Inferno Dragons would suffer a devastating blow.

But for Nocturnal Crescent, this was nothing short of a miracle.

With Inferno Dragons crushed, their own crisis had been resolved.