Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory-Chapter 225: Rampage of the Green Dragon!

As a level-60-plus, second-awakened orange Legendary hero, Roland’s strength was beyond question.

And while Seraphina hadn’t undergone her second awakening yet, she was still a Crimson Ultimate hero—and already over level 30.

But now, in just a short span of time, the two of them, fighting side by side against Thalric, were actually getting completely overwhelmed!?

Ethan was genuinely stunned.

His face was full of shock, eyes wide with disbelief.

"A second-awakened orange Legendary hero at over level 70 is really that powerful?" he muttered under his breath.

Whoosh!

"Actually, it’s mostly because we’re at sea—this is the home turf of that Abyssal Naga hero," Cicero said as he swooped back down, catching Ethan’s murmured question. "And Roland can’t fully unleash his power out here on the ocean. Otherwise, with him and Seraphina teaming up, they wouldn’t be struggling this hard..."

"In that case, looks like we’ve got no choice but to keep pressing the attack..." Ethan’s eyes flashed as he prepared to order more troops to join the assault.

But right then—something changed.

ROAR! ROAR! ROAR...

In the distance, the thirty Tier-14 Mythic Units—Sacred Kirin—who were being swarmed by the Angel Legion, suddenly let out a synchronized, earth-shaking roar!

"WHOOOOSH!"

"BOOOOM!"

The next second, massive waves exploded into the sky. The sea churned violently, and a deafening rumble tore through the air—like the world itself was splitting apart.

"VMMM!"

Each Sacred Kirin suddenly burst with blinding water-element magic particles, glowing with an intensity that lit up the battlefield.

And then came the pressure—an overwhelming, terrifying force that rolled out in waves, shaking the very ocean.

At the same time, the sea itself seemed to go berserk, twisting and surging—

Until a colossal, endless tsunami rose from the depths, stretching so far it vanished into the horizon.

"This... this is..." Ethan’s pupils shrank. His voice dropped low. "The Sacred Kirin’s innate skill—Tsunami?"

Tsunami: (The Sacred Kirin can command the ocean, summoning a cataclysmic tidal wave with the power to obliterate everything in its path! The Tsunami ability stacks, up to a maximum of 30. When 30 Sacred Kirin combine their power, the resulting tsunami reaches Tier 4 Magic strength!)

A tsunami triggered by thirty Sacred Kirin working in unison—

That was a full-blown Tier 4 Magic attack!

What did that mean?

Just look at Elyra.

Even her most powerful area-of-effect spell—Triple Divine Storm—hadn’t reached Tier 4 Magic.

Which meant this tsunami, this apocalyptic wall of water, was several times more devastating than Elyra’s strongest all-out spell!

"Shit..." Ethan’s face darkened.

His expression twisted into something grim and ugly.

Now he finally understood how Thalric must’ve felt—back when the Crimsonstar Kingdom’s army was getting slaughtered by Elyra’s AOE magic.

It was like watching your soul bleed out.

Because no exaggeration—if this Tier 4-level tsunami actually hit them, if it crashed down on his forces, then at least half of his entire army would be wiped out in an instant.

Maybe even more.

Whoosh!

And just then—Cicero suddenly moved!

Without warning, he shot into the sky, wings slicing through the air as he flew straight toward the incoming, world-ending tsunami!

"Cicero?!" Ethan’s eyes snapped into focus, his voice rising in alarm.

"Don’t worry, Master," Cicero said calmly, his tone steady—but his eyes had already darkened with resolve.

BOOOOM!

With a deep breath, he stared straight into the heart of the monstrous tsunami barreling toward him—an unstoppable wall of destruction, roaring like the end of the world.

And in that instant, Cicero unleashed his Sacred Realm.

A blinding surge of divine energy exploded from his body, radiating outward like a shockwave—then he shot forward, slamming straight into the tsunami head-on!

BOOM!

The clash was instant and cataclysmic.

Two titanic forces collided, and the very sky seemed to react.

Suddenly, the ocean erupted with towering water cyclones—massive, apocalyptic whirlwinds that tore through the sea, spiraling into the heavens before crashing back down like a torrential downpour from the gods.

And then—against all odds—the tsunami stopped.

That endless, annihilating wave of Tier 4 magic... actually halted in place.

Cicero’s Sacred Realm had held it back.

He was holding it back.

"What... what the hell?!"

"That’s Tier 4 Magic!"

Even Thalric, locked in combat, froze for a split second—his eyes wide, his voice cracking with disbelief.

He wasn’t the only one.

ROAR!

Seraphina didn’t waste a second.

The moment she saw the tsunami stall, she seized the opening like a predator sensing blood.

Her body surged with raw, violent Draconic Force, her aura flaring like a green inferno.

In that instant, she activated her innate skill—

Rampage of the Green Dragon!

"Die already!!" she roared, her voice thunderous with fury.

Her claws, glowing with terrifying Draconic energy, slashed down with brutal force—ripping straight into Thalric’s body.

THUD!

SPLURT!

"AAARGH!!"

Thalric’s entire body convulsed violently as a fountain of blood erupted from the gashes—like a geyser of crimson bursting from freshly torn earth.

Then, like a missile knocked off course, his body was sent flying—launched backward with bone-crushing force.

He smashed into the ocean with a deafening crash, the impact sending shockwaves across the water.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Waves exploded skyward, the sea roared in chaos, and the sound of the impact echoed like thunder across the battlefield.

And at that exact moment, the Angel Legion moved.

They surged forward, wings blazing, weapons drawn—charging straight at the thirty Sacred Kirin who were still channeling their Tsunami skill.

The Kirin had already been at a disadvantage in the earlier fight—and now, mid-cast, their movements were sluggish, their defenses lowered.

It was the perfect moment.

A once-in-a-lifetime chance to strike a killing blow.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Blades of light tore through the air as three Tier-14 Mythic Units—Archangels—descended like divine executioners, wings blazing with holy fire.

"Celestial Judgment!"

In perfect unison, they raised their radiant swords, halos flaring behind them, and unleashed their ultimate skill.

A blinding pillar of divine light erupted from the heavens, slamming down onto a single Sacred Kirin with devastating force. The sky itself seemed to split open as the holy energy surged downward, engulfing the Kirin in a storm of pure judgment.