Mystic Calling:Stone of Glory
Chapter 334: Seven-on-one

Chapter 334: Seven-on-one

Gotta admit, Elynn’s come a long way. Her growth over this time has seriously paid off—her command skills have leveled up big time. Just looking at how smoothly she’s giving orders right now, calm and collected, says it all.

Anyone else in her shoes would probably be freaking out, fumbling all over the place.

"ROAR!"

"Kill them all! Take the damn castle!"

"Wherever the Dungeon army marches, everything gets crushed beneath our feet!"

"Emerald Castle—burn it to the ground!"

Suddenly, a series of furious, bloodthirsty roars tore through the air.

A massive Venomspike Manticore—clearly a Hero unit—leapt into view, bellowing the order to attack!

And just like that, the hills and valleys came alive with chaos. An endless swarm of Dungeon troops surged forward like a tidal wave, crashing toward Emerald Castle.

The siege had begun.

"Everyone ready?!" Ethan shouted, his voice cutting through the rising storm.

"READY!" The reply came like thunder, a deafening roar from the troops.

"Then let’s kill every last one of them!"

"Today, these filthy, disgusting Dungeon creatures die here. No survivors. Emerald Castle will stand victorious!"

BOOM! Ethan erupted into his battle form, his aura exploding skyward like a storm of fury. The roar of war cries followed, shaking the heavens. His transformation lit a fire under the Emerald Castle forces, igniting their fighting spirit like a spark to dry tinder.

"ROAR! ROAR! ROAR!"

"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!"

The Dungeon army came crashing in from every direction, a sea of monsters charging with reckless abandon. Above, the sky darkened as wave after wave of massive dragons descended—Black Dragons, Red Dragons, Shadow Dragons—each one more terrifying than the last, all diving straight for the castle walls.

But just as the enemy dragons closed in, Seraphina stepped forward, her aura flaring like a wildfire.

Her eyes burned with pure, unfiltered rage.

"ROOOAAAR!"

With a deafening cry, Seraphina transformed—her body shifting into her full dragon form. She threw her head back and let out a thunderous roar that echoed across the battlefield, her killing intent sweeping out like a tidal wave, crashing into the oncoming Dungeon horde.

"Green Dragons—attack!"

BOOM!

Her massive claw slashed through the air and slammed into a Black Dragon mid-flight. The impact was so devastating, the creature didn’t even have time to scream—it just shuddered once, then exploded into a cloud of gore and bone fragments. Gone. Not even a corpse left behind.

"She one-shotted it?!"

"Hell yes!"

Ethan’s eyes lit up with excitement.

He hadn’t expected this at all.

Seraphina had just one-shotted a Black Dragon—one that had been boosted by Hero Unit power. That changed everything.

Because their biggest weakness right now?

Was the disparity in regular troops.

But if Seraphina could take out Black Dragons in a single hit, that flipped the whole damn script. The Dungeon army didn’t have anything that could instantly wipe out their Tier-14 Mythic Units.

As long as the Dungeon side couldn’t one-shot their elite troops, Emerald Castle’s defenders could hold the line, maneuver, stall for time—whatever it took.

But Seraphina? Every time she one-shots a dragon, that’s one less enemy they have to deal with.

And that? That’s what turns the tide of war.

"Shit!"

The Dungeon Lord leading the enemy forces paled the moment he saw what was happening. His eyes widened in disbelief, and he let out a furious roar. "She’s too strong! We can’t let her keep rampaging like this! Everyone, hit her at once—if we can stop her, we win!"

"Damn right!"

"Kill her!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Without hesitation, seven massive Hero Units surged forward—Venomspike Manticores, Shadow Matriarchs, and a hulking Dark Hydra among them. All of them charged straight at Seraphina. These weren’t just any monsters—these were Dungeon Lords, the elite of the elite.

Sure, Seraphina was powerful—no one doubted that.

But seven-on-one? They were confident. No way she could take them all.

"Seraphina, need backup?!" Ethan shouted from the walls, already bracing to jump in.

"No."

Her answer was instant, cold, and absolute.

Her eyes were glowing blood-red, her entire body radiating a terrifying Draconic Force that pulsed like a living storm. The sheer pressure of it warped the air around her, a cataclysmic aura that made even seasoned warriors hesitate.

"You filthy Dungeon vermin," she snarled, voice like thunder, "you dare lay a hand on Emerald Castle? I, Seraphina, will make you regret ever crawling out of your holes!"

"You think you can stop me with this pathetic little mob? Please. Keep dreaming."

"I’ll rip your heads off one by one. Now DIE!"

"ROOOAAAR!"

With a deafening roar, Seraphina launched herself at the seven Dungeon Lords.

A hurricane of force exploded around her. The laws of magic twisted and cracked as her Sacred Realm unfolded, warping space itself. In a blink, she was gone—then reappeared right in front of the Dark Hydra.

Her claw came down like a divine judgment.

SHRRRRAAAK!

Black, viscous blood sprayed everywhere, gushing like a broken dam. In the blink of an eye, one of the Hydra’s heads was obliterated—crushed into pulp, bone and brain matter splattering across the battlefield.

"You—!"

"Help me! HELP ME!"

The Hydra’s agonized scream echoed across the field.

The other Dungeon Lords rushed in, trying to swarm her, but it was like watching puppies try to take down a lioness. One by one, she batted them away, sending them flying like rag dolls.

"Pathetic!" Seraphina roared, her voice dripping with scorn. "I thought maybe—just maybe—you’d put up a fight. But this? This is it?"

Her words cut like blades, mocking and merciless.

The truth was, while Isaryne—the Firebird Hero—was strong enough to go toe-to-toe with the likes of Skarvex, Xenodrath, and Drexon, Seraphina was on another level entirely.

And these seven Dungeon Lords?

They weren’t even as strong as those three.

That difference—Seraphina being stronger than Isaryne, and these Lords being weaker than Skarvex’s crew—created a massive gap.

Normally, numbers could make up for a power imbalance. Seven against one should’ve been enough.

But when the power gap was this wide—when one side was overwhelmingly stronger—numbers didn’t mean shit.

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