Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory
Chapter 405: Coward？!

Chapter 405: Coward?!

And yet—even with all that said—who could’ve imagined?

In the world of Glory Lords X, there actually exists a unit bloodline even more outrageous, even more unmanageable than the Paladins.

Enter: the Dragonblade Knights.

A hidden 13th Tier Legendary Unit of the Castle faction, and the absolute pinnacle of holy warriors. If the Paladins are considered the Castle faction’s "problem children," then the Dragonblade Knights are the full-blown, uncontrollable wildcards. And the one standing here now—Veyra—is the worst of them all.

Because their stubbornness? Their obsession? Their refusal to compromise?

It makes the Paladins look downright reasonable.

These are warriors who carry the blood of the Dragon God in their veins. And with that divine heritage comes a level of fanaticism that borders on madness. Their faith, their concept of "light" and "justice," has long since crossed the line into dangerous extremism.

They don’t think they’re right—they know they are.

To them, everything they do is for the Light. For Elrath. For the greater good. And because of that, they believe their actions are always justified. Always righteous. Always beyond reproach.

Which means they don’t follow orders.

They follow their own sense of justice.

Their own beliefs.

Their own truth.

Just like now—Veyra was seriously considering storming into Emerald Castle uninvited and demanding they mobilize their forces to attack the Inferno Devils.

And that? That’s not just reckless.

That’s insane.

Who the hell does she think she is?

Let’s not forget—Emerald Castle isn’t under her command. It has nothing to do with her. She has no authority there. And more importantly, in the world of Glory Lords X, there’s one ironclad rule:

You do not enter another lord’s castle without permission.

Ever.

Because doing so? That’s not just rude. That’s not just a breach of etiquette.

That’s a declaration of war.

Everyone knows a lord’s castle is more than just a stronghold—it’s their home, their sanctuary, the place where their deepest secrets are kept. Secrets that, if exposed, could change everything. So if someone barges in uninvited and starts poking around?

Yeah. That’s a death sentence.

"Lady Veyra, please," said Roland, the Castle faction’s Cavalier Hero, forcing a strained smile. "We have no authority to command Emerald Castle. Our orders from Lord Cain were simply to inform them of our plans—not to issue demands."

"I don’t understand..." Veyra turned to him, her eyes burning with fury. "The Sacred Continent is drowning in blood and fire. Innocent people are being slaughtered by the Inferno and Dungeon factions. They’re suffering, Roland. Dying. And yet some people just sit back and do nothing. They look the other way. Why?!"

Her voice rose, trembling with rage.

"Unless... unless they’re in on it. Unless they’ve already made some kind of deal with the enemy!"

"Lady Veyra..." Roland’s expression darkened. "That’s a dangerous accusation."

But before he could say more, a cold, low voice cut through the air like a blade of ice.

"Watch your tongue, Dragonblade Knight. Your hypocrisy reeks."

"Who said that?!" Veyra’s eyes snapped upward, her grip tightening on her massive greatsword. In a flash, the blade surged with blinding light, runes flaring to life as she swung it upward in a single, explosive motion—whether by instinct or intent, it didn’t matter.

She struck.

BOOM!

The earth shook. A colossal wave of sword energy erupted from the ground, tearing through the sky like a divine judgment. It stretched thousands of feet high, slicing through the clouds, threatening to rip the heavens apart.

The sheer force of it was terrifying.

But then—

Hmph.

A scoff. Cold. Dismissive.

And in the next instant, a violent storm of dark green magic exploded into existence. It roared through the air like a wildfire, crashing into Veyra’s sword wave—and shattered it effortlessly.

The light was consumed.

The sky trembled.

And that... was only the beginning.

Whoosh!

The air split with a sharp crack as the void shimmered—magic surged like a tidal wave, and in the blink of an eye, a monstrous dragon claw tore through the sky. It came crashing down from above, like a meteor slamming into the earth, aimed straight at Dragonblade Knight Veyra with terrifying force.

CRASHHHHH!

BOOOOOOM!

Veyra’s pupils shrank to pinpricks. Instinct kicked in—she raised her greatsword to block, but it was useless. The claw smashed through her defense like it was nothing, sending her flying like a ragdoll. She slammed into the nearby mountainside with a deafening impact.

The mountain cracked.

Then it collapsed.

Chunks of rock the size of houses tumbled down as the earth split open. Deep fissures and craters tore across the ground like the land itself was screaming.

"Enemy attack! Formation—now!" one of the Dragonblade Knights barked.

In an instant, the rest of them snapped into action. Dozens of them moved as one, blades drawn, armor glowing with holy magic. Their swords pointed skyward, radiating blinding light, ready to unleash hell.

They were seconds from launching a full-scale counterattack.

"STOP! Stand down! Everyone stand down!" Roland’s voice rang out, desperate and sharp.

"They’re not enemies! This isn’t an attack!"

But the Dragonblade Knights didn’t even flinch. Their eyes were steel—locked, focused, unshakable. They didn’t even acknowledge Roland’s command. To them, he might as well have been invisible.

"Veyra!" Roland turned, panic rising in his voice. "Call them off! You’re the only one they’ll listen to!"

He knew it. Everyone did.

The Dragonblade Knights didn’t take orders from just anyone—not even from other Castle heroes. Not unless they were one of their own.

And right now, Veyra was the only one who could stop this from turning into a full-blown war.

In the distance, Veyra staggered to her feet, her armor scorched and dust-covered, her golden hair tousled by the shockwave. She looked battered—but not broken. Not even injured.

She exhaled slowly, steadying herself, then lifted her gaze toward the sky—eyes sharp, burning with defiance.

Her vision pierced the clouds, cutting through the swirling magic and storm winds above. And there, looming in the heavens, was a massive Green Dragon, its entire body wreathed in a violent tempest of emerald energy. Its wings stretched wide, casting a shadow over the land below, and its cold, reptilian eyes stared down at them with chilling indifference.

"A Green Dragon Hero..." Veyra muttered under her breath.

But then, without hesitation, she raised her hand and gave the order.

"Stand down."

Shhhk—shhhk—shhhk...

The Dragonblade Knights immediately responded, their formation relaxing, though their eyes remained locked on the sky, full of suspicion and barely restrained fury. Their blades still pointed upward, glowing with divine energy, ready to strike at a moment’s notice. One word from Veyra, and they’d unleash hell.

But for now, they held.

Veyra stepped forward, her voice cold as steel, echoing across the battlefield.

"Name yourself, coward. You strike from the sky like a thief in the night—what kind of warrior hides behind a sneak attack?"

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