Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory
Chapter 435: Lose? Not that easy

Chapter 435: Lose? Not that easy

"Astharel! Zurei! You treacherous bastards—stupid, suicidal fools!" Opriston roared, his voice echoing with fury. "You want a fight? Fine! You want to die? I’ll gladly oblige! This is Dobanion, damn it! You think I’m scared of you here?!"

But even as he shouted, he was already retreating—back into the safety of Dobanion.

Truth be told, among all the powerhouses gathered here, each one had the right to be arrogant, to act recklessly. All except him.

Why?

Simple.

A lord’s resurrection depends entirely on the Castle Heart within their own territory.

And Opriston’s Castle Heart—the very core of his power—was right here, inside Dobanion.

In other words, if Dobanion fell...

If the Castle Heart was destroyed...

Then Opriston wouldn’t just lose his kingdom—he’d lose his life. Permanently. So no, he couldn’t afford to be reckless. He had no room for bravado.

That said...

Even now, he wasn’t without confidence.

First of all, he had faith in Maelthorak.

The Sea King Maelthorak—once the undisputed ruler of the oceans, the mighty king of the Kirin race. A Crimson Ultimate hero. One of the top ten Sea Kings of the Tidesworn. Sure, he was badly wounded now...

But that didn’t mean just any Crimson Ultimate hero could challenge him.

Let alone defeat him.

In Opriston’s eyes, even if Maelthorak had to face three enemies alone—

He’d still come out on top.

No question.

Second, like he’d said—

This was Dobanion. The King’s City of the Umagral Kingdom. His stronghold. His home turf. Here, every ounce of his power, every hidden card, every last resource—he could unleash it all.

So if it was just Zurei and Astharel he had to deal with?

He had no reason to be afraid. None at all.

And he wasn’t alone, either.

Regnar XI was with him.

Two against two.

Let’s be real—each of them was a king of one of the Five Sea Kingdoms.

Who the hell was scared of who?

No one.

And then, as if to prove his point, the waters around Dobanion surged, and from the depths emerged a massive force—13th-tier Kirin, 12th-tier Naga Swordmasters, 11th-tier Naga Swordsmen. Even 14th-tier Mythic Units—Sacred Kirin—rose from the sea, their divine presence shaking the battlefield.

"Sacred Kirin..." Astharel’s eyes narrowed, a flicker of concern crossing his face. He had Sacred Kirin too—but they were from the Greenwave Empire. He’d chosen not to bring them.

Which now meant...

In the battle ahead, they were at a serious disadvantage. No matter how strong their own forces were, the enemy’s Sacred Kirin, the 13th-tier Legendary Kirin, and the elite Naga units—they’d crush them.

"RRAAAHHH!"

"RRAAAHHH!"

"RRAAAHHH!"

But just then—

A thunderous roar tore through the skies above.

Astharel froze for a second, then looked up—and his face lit up with excitement. "Gold Dragons! Hell yes, the Gold Dragon army’s here! We don’t have to take on those Sacred Kirin alone anymore!"

"Doralt! Warriors! With me—charge!" Zurei shouted, his voice full of fire as he leapt into the fray.

The Thundervale Kingdom was known for its warrior spirit.

And Zurei himself? He was nearly on par with Doralt—a top-tier orange Legendary hero. So when it came to battle, he was always at the front lines, fighting shoulder to shoulder with his troops.

"Damn it..."

Regnar XI’s face darkened completely, his expression grim as stone.

He stared hard at the Gold Dragon army charging straight toward the Sacred Kirin lines—led by none other than Auremax himself. "I didn’t think he had that many Gold Dragons... and some of them are Mythic Ace Units?!"

He turned sharply to Opriston. "We need to come up with something—fast. If this keeps up, we’re gonna lose."

Auremax and his Gold Dragon army... there were nearly 200 units in total.

Meanwhile, their own 14th-tier Mythic Units—the Sacred Kirin—numbered less than 70. Not even half of what the enemy had.

How the hell were they supposed to win this?

It was a slaughter waiting to happen.

"Lose? Not that easy," Opriston sneered, his voice low and cold. "You think Sea King Maelthorak didn’t prepare more cards to play? Don’t forget—at his peak, Maelthorak commanded a Sacred Kirin army over ten thousand strong."

Then, without waiting for a response, he turned toward Dobanion and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Kirin! Sacred Kirin army—full deployment! Kill them all! I want those damn Gold Dragons dead!"

BOOM!

BOOM!

BOOM...

The ocean erupted.

Waves surged and split as an endless tide of Sacred Kirin and Kirin burst from the depths, pouring out in a relentless flood.

A quick glance—there had to be over a thousand of them.

"Is that... is that Sea King Maelthorak’s Kirin army?!" Regnar XI’s eyes went wide, his face lighting up with wild joy. He looked like a man who’d just seen salvation.

"Damn right it is," Opriston said, his face twisted with a manic grin. "Sure, the army’s not what it used to be—it’s taken heavy losses over the years. But we still have 700 units of 14th-tier Mythic Sacred Kirin, and 2,000 units of 13th-tier Legendary Kirin."

"So Gold Dragons? Heh. Today, we turn them into dead dragons. Kill them all!"

"...That’s a hell of a lot of Sacred Kirin and Kirin," Ethan muttered, his brow furrowing as he watched the massive force rise from the sea.

700 Mythic-tier Sacred Kirin.

2,000 Legendary-tier Kirin.

No exaggeration—just one of those groups alone would be enough to put serious pressure on him. But both? At once?

That was a nightmare.

Even with the full Gold Dragon army and Auremax leading the charge...

They weren’t going to hold that line.

Even if they threw in the 300 Archangels and Archangel Alvariel on top of that... it still wouldn’t be enough.

They were outnumbered. Outclassed.

This wasn’t just a tough fight—it was a massacre in the making.

"...Should I pull Seraphina or Kyros from the other fronts?"

The thought flickered through Ethan’s mind.

But just as quickly, he dismissed it.

Ethan lifted his head, eyes scanning the raging battle above the sea where four Crimson Ultimate heroes were locked in a brutal clash. He let out a dry, bitter laugh. "No wonder he’s one of the top ten Sea Kings... Damn, even three-on-one and it’s still this hard?"

Turns out, Seraphina and the others had already launched a coordinated assault on Maelthorak.

But the reality?

Seraphina alone wasn’t enough. Not even close.

Even with Kyros joining her, they still couldn’t gain the upper hand.

It wasn’t until Cicero—the strongest warrior from Emerald Castle—entered the fray that they finally managed to stabilize the fight.

Barely.

And even now, watching them go at it, Ethan couldn’t say for sure who’d come out on top. The battle was far from over, and it looked like it was going to drag on for a while.

Both sides...

Were just too evenly matched.

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