Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory-Chapter 226: You win this round of petty

Celestial Judgment—this was the fusion of Tier 3 Magic: Celestial Fire and Tier 3 Magic: Judgment Sword. The result? A devastatingly powerful ability with unmatched purifying and destructive force.

Every single strike from it was like unleashing a top-tier Tier 3 spell, detonating right on the enemy’s body with terrifying impact.

Which only made it clearer just how terrifyingly powerful the Archangels were—14th Tier Mythic Units. These weren’t just divine beings; they were walking cataclysms.

"ROAR!!"

Under the relentless assault of the three Archangels, the Sacred Kirin let out a blood-curdling scream, its roar laced with panic and fury.

Truth be told, even at full strength, it wouldn’t have stood a chance against all three of them at once.

But now? It was already badly wounded.

On top of that, it was still channeling its innate Tsunami ability—splitting its focus, draining its strength. There was no way it could hold out under this kind of pressure. Survival wasn’t even on the table anymore.

Shhhrrrip—!

"ROOOAR!!"

A Judgment Sword, blazing with divine Celestial Fire and crackling with raw destruction, came down hard—slamming into the Sacred Kirin’s neck.

Splurt!

Blood sprayed into the air.

The blade bit deep into flesh,

sliced through bone,

and the Sacred Kirin let out a scream of pure agony.

BOOM!

BOOM!

At the same time, the other two Archangels seized the moment—this was the opening they’d been waiting for.

SHUNK!!

SHUNK!!

From both sides, they struck—Judgment Swords wreathed in roaring Celestial Fire cleaving through the air. One from above, one from below, they drove their blades straight through the Sacred Kirin’s skull.

Pinning it—brutally—against the surface of the ocean.

And as if the sea itself felt the impact, the waters beneath them exploded outward in a violent surge, waves towering into the sky, crashing down with apocalyptic force.

"ROOOAAARRR!!!"

"ROOOAAARRR!!!"

"ROOOAAARRR!!!"

...

All across the ocean, more screams echoed—agonized, furious. More Sacred Kirin were falling, one after another, overwhelmed by the Archangels’ onslaught.

And with each one that died, the power of the massive tsunami weakened.

Cicero, drenched in sweat, finally let out a shaky breath of relief.

"Whew... Thank God I held on..."

Honestly, with his current strength, there was no way he should’ve been able to tank a full-blown Tier 4 spell.

But he had a seriously broken innate ability:

Magic Immunity.

Magic Immunity (Immune to all Tier 1–3 Magic. Tier 4 Magic effects are halved.)

And on top of that, he had the Sacred Realm’s magic resistance.

Sacred Realm (Within the domain: infinite health regeneration, instant teleportation, free movement. Enemies inside the domain suffer -10% to attack, defense, and HP. Tier 4 Magic damage reduced by 30%. Current Realm Level: 1.)

The Sacred Realm could adaptively shift into either Forest Realm or Storm Realm.

Sacred Realm: Forest Realm (Severely restricts enemy movement. Reduces all Tier 4 and below magic damage by 70% for groups. Tier 4 Magic group damage reduced by 10%.)

With all these layers of Magic Immunity stacked together,

Cicero was just barely able to withstand the tsunami’s destruction—something on par with a Tier 4 spell.

But even then, with his current stamina and power, he could only hold out for a few more minutes at best...

Luckily, the Angel army was moving fast.

Every time a Sacred Kirin fell, the tsunami’s power dropped a little more.

And with that, the pressure on him eased.

Now, the fragile balance the Sacred Kirin and their army had been barely holding onto—was completely shattered.

They were collapsing—fast. Like a dam breaking.

In just over ten minutes, more than a dozen Sacred Kirin and regular Kirin had already been cut down by the Angel army’s blades.

And the kill rate? It was only accelerating.

"We won!"

Ethan couldn’t help but grin as he watched the Kirin and Sacred Kirin forces rapidly dwindle. Relief washed over him, but right behind it came a surge of excitement—pure, electric anticipation.

Because once this final stage of the quest wrapped up, it would officially mark the completion of an S+ tier special hidden chain quest. And a quest of that caliber? The rewards were bound to be insane—maybe even game-changing.

As for that Naga Swordmaster hero, Thalric?

Ethan wasn’t even thinking about him anymore.

Why?

Simple.

Sure, the guy was strong—no denying that. But no matter how good you are, you can’t fight off a whole damn army by yourself. And now that Auremax and Balthazar were free, they’d already joined Seraphina and Roland in ganging up on him.

He couldn’t win two-on-one.

What was he gonna do against four?

Hell, if four wasn’t enough, they could throw five at him. Ten. A hundred. Whatever it took. Thalric might still look like some unstoppable beast—like King Kong in chains—but the truth was, he was done. No more miracles. No more comebacks.

This war? It was over.

And Thalric knew it.

His face was a storm of fury—flashing from pale to purple with rage. Then he shot Ethan a glare so sharp it could’ve cut steel and growled through clenched teeth:

"This grudge—me, Thalric, and the Crimsonstar Kingdom—we won’t forget it. You better be ready."

And with that... he killed himself.

What?!

Fwoosh!

A burst of white light flared—and Thalric vanished on the spot. His body shattered, and his soul was instantly pulled back to the distant Hero Altar of the Crimsonstar Kingdom.

...

"He just... offed himself?!"

Everyone froze.

No one had expected that. Thalric had gone full savage—choosing suicide over giving Seraphina and the others even a sliver of EXP.

In the world of Glory Lords X, suicide came with a brutal penalty.

If you got killed in battle, you’d usually just lose one level.

But if you self-destructed? That was a two- to three-level drop—minimum.

And the worst part? The victors got nothing out of it. No EXP, no loot, no glory. Just a dead enemy and a missed opportunity.

"Eh, whatever. It’s just EXP," Ethan muttered, shaking his head and brushing it off. "There’s plenty more where that came from on the eastern front..."

Honestly, he was already stuffed.

Between the massive quest rewards coming his way and all the EXP he’d racked up from wiping out the rest of the Crimsonstar Kingdom’s Hero Units and regular troops—minus Thalric—he was already bursting at the seams. He’d eaten so well today, he was practically ready to puke from being overfed.

So what if he missed out on Thalric’s EXP?

Didn’t matter.

Besides, let’s be real—dropping one level from getting killed was bad enough. But dropping two from suicide? That was brutal. freēwēbnovel.com

Especially for a high-level Legendary hero.

There was a world of difference between a level 69 orange-tier Legendary and a level 70 one.

No exaggeration—without a solid grinding spot, that one level could take literal decades to earn back.

If Thalric was willing to throw away decades of progress just to deny them a little EXP?

Well, fine. Ethan could be the bigger man.

"Congrats, buddy," he muttered with a smirk. "You win this round of petty."

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