Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory-Chapter 475: The war had begun

"Who lives and who dies? That’s still up in the air..."

Seraphina couldn’t hold back anymore. Watching Malenthia strut around like she owned the place lit a fire in her eyes. She growled under her breath, voice low and sharp. "Master, this bitch is way too full of herself. Let’s take her down!"

Malenthia finally turned her attention toward Seraphina, clearly noticing her for the first time.

"You—are you with the Forest faction?"

Seraphina scoffed. "Hell no. I’m from Emerald Castle."

"Emerald Castle...?" Malenthia blinked, then let out a mocking laugh. "Never even heard of it. Some no-name backwater faction? Looks like you all came here just to die."

Her gaze swept across Ethan, Orryn, Kaiin, Balthazar, Isaryne, and finally Seraphina again. Her tone stayed arrogant, dripping with disdain—but deep in her eyes, something shifted. A flicker of unease. Maybe even fear.

"No way... Five Crimson Ultimate heroes? And a 14-Tier Mythic Ace Unit—an Ancient Behemoth? Who the hell are these people? Since when did Emerald Castle have this kind of firepower?!"

Even as a Dungeon King, Malenthia felt her heart skip a beat. Crimson Ultimate heroes weren’t exactly growing on trees. And here were five of them, standing in front of her like it was nothing. That kind of lineup? Most mid-tier factions couldn’t even dream of pulling that off.

And yet, here they were. Right in her face.

No way she wasn’t rattled.

Truth be told, she was starting to panic.

Meanwhile, Ethan was taking full advantage of the moment—his eyes locked on Malenthia, analyzing her stats with laser focus.

[Malenthia Sylvara]

Dungeon King

One of the rulers of the Third Layer Dungeon

Level: 81

Race: Shadow Matriarch

Tier: Crimson Ultimate Hero

Hero Class: Shadow Warlock, Cursed Witch

HP: 100,000

Physical Damage: 568–872

Magic Damage: 1,132–1,318

Hero Skills:

Dark Magic Mastery (Master)

Wisdom (Master)

Mysticism (Master)

...and more

Hero Talents:

Cursing Mastery （+30% damage with curse-type magic, +50% chance to comprehend and learn curse spells.）

Heart of Darkness（+100% damage with dark-element magic.）

Shadow Hex （Casts terrifying curse magic on one or more enemies, dealing continuous damage until death. Can be purified, but not interrupted by attacks.）

Darkkin Command（All Dark Elf units under her command (including Tier-11 Shadow Witches, Tier-12 Shadow Matriarchs, and the hidden Tier-12 unit Shadow Hex Matrons) gain +20 to all stats, +1,000 HP, and +5% damage.）

Piercing Insight（Detects enemy weaknesses, increasing magic crit damage by 15%.）

Curse Detonation（Can be used in tandem with Shadow Hex for devastating magic damage, with lingering effects and soul corrosion.）

Hexbound Realm (?)

Overall Rating: D-Rank Crimson Ultimate Hero (7%)

Level 81.

A Crimson Ultimate Hero born from a 12-Tier Shadow Matriarch unit.

That alone told Ethan everything he needed to know—Malenthia was probably one of the weakest among the Dungeon Kings.

Especially when he compared her stats to those of Shadow Dragon Vorundar, another Dungeon King they’d faced earlier. If he remembered right, Vorundar was also level 81, but his numbers? Way higher across the board.

It wasn’t even close.

The difference between them was like night and day.

Ethan couldn’t help but mutter to himself, a wry smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Yeah... in Glory Lords X, Tier really is everything."

Malenthia was clearly a pure spellcaster—no hybrid tricks, no frontline durability. Just raw, terrifying magic.

Which meant... if they could force her into close combat and keep her there, she’d be a lot easier to deal with.

In a large-scale battle, someone like Malenthia was a nightmare—raining down destruction from the backlines, turning the tide with a single spell.

But for him and Seraphina?

She was practically the ideal target.

A glass cannon. Dangerous, sure—but fragile.

That thought settled it. Ethan’s eyes sharpened. No more waiting.

"Time to move."

He raised his hand slightly, voice calm but commanding.

"Balthazar, that Venomspike Manticore hero is yours. Orryn, Kaiin—you two take the Shadow Witch. Be careful, they’ve both hit peak Legendary—orange-tier, maxed out. Don’t underestimate them."

He turned to Isaryne. "The rest of the orange-tier Legendary heroes are yours. Take them out fast—we’re at a serious disadvantage in regular troops, so we need you to tip the scales."

"What about Malenthia?" Isaryne asked, eyes narrowing.

Ethan paused for a beat, then looked up, locking eyes with the Shadow Matriarch across the battlefield. His voice dropped, cold and resolute.

"Malenthia... she’s ours. Me and Seraphina will handle her. This fight won’t be over quickly, so brace yourselves for a long one. But remember this—no matter how long it takes, we’re the ones walking away with the win."

"Yes, my lord!"

"You can count on us, Master! We’ll crush them!"

"Let’s tear them apart!"

...

"Move out! Battle begins—now!"

With Ethan’s command, the war officially erupted.

Across the field, Malenthia’s expression twisted. She was still rattled by Emerald Castle’s absurd lineup, but it was too late to back down now.

Her voice rang out, sharp and venomous.

"Kill them all! Rip them to pieces!"

BOOM—

The armies surged forward like crashing waves, colliding with a thunderous roar that shook the very ground.

The battlefield exploded into chaos.

The war had begun.

...

"ROOOAAAR!!"

A deafening roar tore through the sky—

The savage, bone-rattling cry of dragons.

From the swirling vortex of the dimensional gate, massive, terrifying shapes surged forth—one after another. Black Dragons. Red Dragons. Each one more monstrous than the last, their wings blotting out the sun as they poured into the battlefield like a living storm.

Malenthia’s dragon legion had arrived.

And it was no small force.

From what Ethan could see, she had deployed around 500 Red Dragons and 300 Black Dragons—800 total.

At first glance, it didn’t seem like much. In fact, it looked like Ethan’s side had the upper hand.

He’d brought a monstrous army of his own:

100 Ancient Behemoths (14-Tier)

300 Behemoths (13-Tier)

500 Green Dragons (13-Tier)

300 Ebonite Colossi (13-Tier)

That was 1,200 elite units right there.

And that wasn’t even counting Isaryne’s reinforcements:

50 Phoenixes (14-Tier)

200 Firebirds (13-Tier)

All together? 1,350 units.

On paper, it looked like a clean advantage.

But in reality?

That’s not how this worked.

Because when it came to 14-Tier Mythic Units, the difference in power wasn’t just about numbers—it was about what you were fielding.

A single Black Dragon—just one—could easily take on six, seven, even ten or more 13-Tier Legendary Units and come out on top.

That was the sheer, overwhelming power of a 14-Tier Mythic Unit.

And Black Dragons?

They weren’t just any Mythic Unit.

They were top-tier.

Among 13-Tier Legendary Units, the elite trio was Angel, Devil, and Red Dragon—those were the heavy hitters. Everything else was a step below.

Same went for 14-Tier Mythics. frёewebnoѵēl.com

The undisputed top three were:

Archangel

Inferno Arch Devil

Black Dragon

Everything else—Ancient Behemoths, Phoenixes, even other Mythics—were strong, sure, but they didn’t quite measure up.

So while Ethan had 150 Mythic Units total—100 Ancient Behemoths and 50 Phoenixes—Malenthia had 300 Black Dragons.

150 vs 300.

And not just any 300. These were Black Dragons.

That kind of disparity? It could flip the entire battlefield.

Sure, Ethan had more troops overall—1,350 to Malenthia’s 800.

But when the claws hit the ground and the fire started flying?

Those numbers might not mean a damn thing.

In fact, the odds were starting to look worse for Ethan’s side.

And that wasn’t even the worst part.

Because the real threat?

Wasn’t just the Black Dragons.

...

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