Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory-Chapter 468: You’re begging to die!

"Go! Take them down!" Ethan barked the order without hesitation.

And just like that, Isaryne, Balthazar, and Kaiin charged in with their armies—Firebird, Phoenix, Behemoth, Ebonite Colossus—roaring into the fray like unleashed beasts.

The siege had officially begun. freёweɓnovel_com

BOOM!

With a single devastating blow, the castle wall crumbled into dust. Balthazar was the first to break through, a blur of motion as he tore into the Dungeon horde like a living storm. He moved so fast it was almost impossible to track him with the naked eye.

Slash!

Slash!

Slash...

Every time Balthazar’s claws swept through the air, they left behind a trail of afterimages. The sheer force of his attacks was monstrous—hundreds of Dungeon creatures were shredded to pieces in his wake, not even a scrap left behind.

Crackkkk.

The ground split open beneath the chaos.

Ruined walls collapsed like dominoes, and from the depths of the Dungeon, wave after wave of crazed, bloodthirsty monsters surged out, swarming toward Balthazar in a frenzy.

But it didn’t matter. It wasn’t enough. Not even close.

"Trash. All of you are trash."

"You filthy, disgusting Dungeon scum—DIE!" Balthazar roared, his voice raw with fury. His eyes burned red, and a strange, terrifying energy began to surge through his entire body.

"Berserk..." Ethan muttered under his breath.

That’s right.

It was Berserk.

A power unique to the Behemoth race.

In the world of Glory Lords X, nothing at the same Tier could stand toe-to-toe with a Behemoth in Berserk mode.

Not even a Black Dragon.

This was the pinnacle of physical destruction in the entire game.

And now, with Balthazar fully unleashed, his savagery skyrocketed to a whole new level.

Hissss!

BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM!

Slash! Slash! Slash! Slash...

His claws rained down like a storm of blades. Everywhere he moved, hundreds—no, thousands—of Dungeon creatures were torn apart, their bodies reduced to mangled corpses littering the battlefield.

But that wasn’t the worst of it.

Because Balthazar wasn’t just up against cannon fodder anymore.

Two Legendary-tier heroes had entered the fight.

One was a Level 69, Tier 11 Manticore.

The other—a Level 73, Tier 12 Shadow Matriarch.

"You damn ape! I’ll rip you to pieces!" the Manticore snarled as the two Legends clashed with Balthazar, finally slowing his rampage and dragging him into a brutal, bloody brawl.

But here’s the thing—

Yeah, Balthazar was tied up now.

But Kaiin?

Isaryne?

They were still on the loose. Unstoppable.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh...

Hundreds of dark crimson beams of magical energy tore through the sky, slamming straight into Kaiin with a thunderous impact.

And yet... he barely flinched. His massive frame just wobbled slightly—then nothing.

"That’s it?" Kaiin cracked a grin, unfazed. "Weak-ass attacks..."

Without even bothering to dodge, he raised one of his massive fists and brought it crashing down on the swarm of Dungeon creatures in front of him, who were charging like rabid dogs.

BOOOOOOM!

It was like an earthquake had just hit.

Low-tier Dungeon units were instantly obliterated—smashed into pulp beneath his fist. Some were flattened so hard they were embedded into the ground, like grotesque stickers you couldn’t peel off. It was brutal. Utter carnage.

And right then—

Ethan’s ears were filled with the sweet, rapid-fire chime of system notifications.

Ding!

"Congratulations, player Valkarion. Your Hero Unit, Ebonite Colossus Kaiin, has reached Level 16!"

Ding!

"Congratulations, player Valkarion. Your Hero Unit, Ebonite Colossus Kaiin, has reached Level 17!"

...

Ding!

"Congratulations, player Valkarion. Your Hero Unit, Ebonite Colossus Kaiin, has reached Level 21!"

...

In just a matter of moments, Kaiin had rocketed up to Level 21—like he was strapped to a damn missile. The speed was insane.

And the thing was, Kaiin wasn’t just any hero—he was a full-on Crimson Ultimate, a tank-class powerhouse. The enemy didn’t have a single Crimson Ultimate of their own. Hell, they didn’t even have any orange-tier Legendary heroes to throw at him. No Tier 13 Legendaries, no Tier 14 Mythics—nothing.

The strongest they had were some Tier 12 standard units. That’s it.

Sure, when Kaiin first awakened at Level 15, those troops might’ve been able to scratch him a little. Maybe.

But now?

Now that he was leveling up like a runaway train?

Their attacks weren’t completely useless... but they might as well have been.

Ethan had been watching Kaiin for a while now, eyes glued to the battlefield, tracking every hit, every movement. But the more he watched, the more relaxed he became.

Kaiin’s health? Never even dipped below 30%. In fact, thanks to his passive regeneration and the healing boosts from leveling up, he’d actually climbed back up to over 60%.

Ethan finally let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding.

He’d been worried at first—concerned that Kaiin might be too low-level to survive the onslaught. But now?

Yeah, that worry was clearly unnecessary.

No doubt about it—he’d underestimated just how insane Crimson Ultimate heroes really were.

To tank all that and still be standing strong? That was next-level.

With that settled, Ethan shifted his focus. No need to keep watching Kaiin—he was fine. Instead, his gaze turned toward Isaryne.

[Isaryne]

Level: 65

Race: Firebird

Tier: Crimson Ultimate Hero

Class: Flamebound Ascendant

Class Tier: 13

Attack: ???

Knowledge: ???

HP: 60,000

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Overall Rating: D-Rank Crimson Ultimate Hero

When Ethan had first met her, she’d only been Level 61. But after all the battles against the Dungeon faction and the passage of time, she’d climbed to Level 65.

A D-rank Crimson Ultimate at Level 65—sure, she wasn’t anywhere near the level of monsters like Seraphina or Cicero. They were in a league of their own. But even so, in the context of this war, someone like Isaryne was still a walking natural disaster.

She was a one-woman army.

Right now, just like Balthazar, she was surrounded—being attacked from all sides by three orange-tier Legendary heroes.

One was a Level 67, Tier 11 Shadow Witch.

Another, a Level 66, Tier 11 Manticore.

And the third? A beast—Level 78, Tier 12 Venomspike Manticore.

Three orange-tier Legendaries, all ganging up on her.

It was déjà vu—almost exactly like that earlier battle.

But this time, Isaryne wasn’t the same.

She was stronger now. Way stronger. Not just a little—several times, maybe even dozens of times more powerful than she’d been back then.

"You think a bunch of trash like you can take me on? You’re begging to die!"

With a snarl, Isaryne didn’t retreat. She didn’t even hesitate.

She charged straight through their attacks, wings blazing with fire, and went right for the weakest link—the Shadow Witch.

The one she could kill the fastest.

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