Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory
Chapter 335: Five more levels to go…

Chapter 335: Five more levels to go...

Just like this—right now.

Even if she were completely surrounded, Seraphina could tank the combined assault of every single Dungeon Lord and still zero in on one target to take down. These Dungeon Lords weren’t weak by any means, but to Seraphina? Their strength, their damage, their attacks... honestly, they were nothing special.

Even regular 13-Tier or 14-Tier units had insane regeneration abilities. And Seraphina? She was a Crimson Ultimate Hero who had undergone a second awakening. Unless someone could land a truly fatal blow, all those so-called group attacks, all that ganging up on her?

Pretty much pointless.

And the real kicker? Flip the situation around—when it came to Seraphina’s own relentless, terrifying offense, not a single Dungeon Lord could take her on solo.

One slip-up, one moment of hesitation, and they were done for.

So what did that mean?

It meant that if Seraphina managed to catch one of them off guard—if she could take out even one Dungeon Lord—then boom. That would blow a massive hole in the enemy’s formation. It could be the turning point, the exact moment Emerald Castle flipped the entire war on its head.

"She’s too strong! Even with all of us attacking together, we’re still losing! We need backup—if this keeps up, we’re all gonna die!"

A Venomspike Manticore Hero roared in panic, his eyes glowing blood-red as he called for reinforcements. A swarm of Black Dragons swooped in to join the fight against Seraphina, finally easing some of the pressure on the Dungeon Lords.

But honestly?

It was still a nightmare.

Because they couldn’t afford to let the Black Dragons go all-in on Seraphina.

She was strong enough to one-shot them. If they got too close, too tangled up in the fight, they’d be the first to die—faster than the Dungeon Lords themselves.

And they only had about five hundred Black Dragons total. Losing even a few was a huge blow.

But ironically, that fear of losing them ended up working in Emerald Castle’s favor. Seraphina alone had drawn in and tied up a massive number of Black Dragons, keeping them from unleashing their full destructive power. That took a ton of pressure off the rest of the battlefield.

Meanwhile...

Cicero was quietly, methodically hunting down Black Dragons, Red Dragons, and Shadow Dragons.

Sure, he wasn’t strong enough to instantly kill a Black Dragon.

But that didn’t really matter.

He could still wipe out 13-Tier Red and Shadow Dragons with ease—and that was more than enough.

Even better? Cicero’s attacks were area-of-effect. Every time he struck, he took out multiple enemies at once. Red Dragons, Shadow Dragons—gone in a flash.

As for the Black Dragons? They could barely last three to five minutes against him.

So yeah, the battle looked brutal on the surface—bloody, chaotic, overwhelming. And Emerald Castle definitely seemed to be on the back foot.

But Ethan suddenly realized... this war wasn’t nearly as impossible as he’d feared.

In fact, it was starting to feel kind of... manageable.

"Elynn, is it just me, or does this not feel as bad as we thought?" Ethan asked, glancing over at her.

"My Lord, that’s because we underestimated Lady Seraphina’s power," Elynn replied, finally letting out a breath of relief. Her gaze lifted to the sky, where Seraphina was still fighting like a force of nature. In her eyes shimmered admiration, longing, and deep respect.

"Right now, Lady Seraphina alone is holding off their entire elite force. She’s even keeping a huge number of Black Dragons occupied. That’s huge for us—and devastating for them."

"My Lord, from the beginning, the real threats in this war were the Black Dragons and the sheer number of 13-Tier Red and Shadow Dragons. But now? The pressure from those top-tier units has dropped dramatically. That means our forces can go all out—kill, grow stronger, and push forward."

Ethan nodded slowly, the realization settling in.

She was right. The reason this war suddenly didn’t feel so hopeless anymore?

At least half of that was thanks to Seraphina.

Her sheer power was insane. She was single-handedly locking down the enemy’s strongest units—dozens of Black Dragons and seven Dungeon Lords.

That took a massive load off everyone else.

Their enemies were still strong, sure—but nowhere near as overwhelming as before.

And if they couldn’t win even with this kind of advantage?

Then yeah, they’d have no one to blame but themselves.

But that wasn’t going to happen. The others might not be on Seraphina’s level, but they were still damn strong.

Which meant, from this point on, the outcome of the war?

Pretty much a done deal.

At the same time, a steady stream of system notifications began chiming in Ethan’s ears:

Ding! Congratulations, player Valkarion. Your Hero Unit, Ancient War Treant Eldorin, has reached Level 49!

Ding! Congratulations, player Valkarion. Your Hero Unit, Bronze Golem Karnak, has reached Level 58!

Ding! Congratulations, player Valkarion. Your Hero Unit, Dragonblood Elf Lilith, has reached Level 53!

Ding! Congratulations, player Valkarion. Your Hero Unit, Gold Golem Arbachel, has reached Level 60!

...

"A hell of a haul!" Ethan couldn’t help but laugh, his voice full of excitement.

His heart was pounding with adrenaline.

Just as he’d thought—war really was the fastest, most efficient way to get stronger. As wave after wave of Dungeon troops fell to the Hero Units of Emerald Castle, the rewards came pouring in. Practically everyone was leveling up at breakneck speed.

...

But out of all of them, the one Ethan cared about most was still Cicero.

Ding! Congratulations, player Valkarion. Your Hero Unit, Green Dragon Cicero, has reached Level 50!

"Five more levels to go..." Ethan muttered, eyes narrowing. "I wonder if he’ll be able to trigger his second awakening after this battle."

If he wanted to maximize Cicero’s leveling potential, then there was only one way to do it: save the eight Dungeon Lords for last.

Earlier, he hadn’t even dared to think about that. The enemy had seemed too strong, the odds too steep. But now?

Now that the tide had turned and the pressure was off, his mindset had shifted. It was time to start thinking strategically—how to squeeze every last drop of value out of this war.

And that meant holding off on killing the Dungeon Lords.

If they died too early, all the regular troops under their command would vanish with them. That would be a massive waste of potential XP.

No way he was letting that happen.

Realizing this, Ethan quickly turned toward Seraphina and shouted, "Seraphina! Don’t kill them yet—stall them!"

"Yes, my Lord..." Seraphina responded instantly, her voice calm but laced with power. Then she threw her head back and let out a thunderous roar that shook the heavens. Her aura exploded outward like a storm tearing through the sky—ferocious, overwhelming, godlike.

Hovering above the battlefield, she looked down on the Dungeon Lords with a sneer, her voice dripping with contempt.

"You pathetic worms, did you hear that? My honorable master has decided to spare your worthless lives—for now. You should be on your knees, thanking him for his mercy. Because if it were up to me, you’d all be dead already. Weaklings. Not even worth the effort."