Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory-Chapter 253: Idiot… fucking idiot…

"Take him down!"

At Leopold’s command, he lunged forward himself, launching a full-on assault toward Ethan without hesitation.

The Sea Blade Saint’s weapon of choice was the sword—just like the Naga Swordsmen and Naga Swordmasters, he was a master of the blade.

In a flash, a gleaming sword, cold and sharp like a venomous serpent, shot from Leopold’s hand and drove straight for Ethan’s chest with deadly precision.

Clang!

But then—something no one expected.

A sharp, metallic ring echoed through the air.

The sword bounced off as if it had struck an impenetrable wall of steel.

"What the hell?!" Leopold’s eyes widened, pupils contracting. His face twisted in disbelief.

He looked up—

And saw that Ethan’s chest was no longer flesh and blood. It had transformed into a dazzling crystalline surface, glittering like a diamond under the sun.

That radiant, diamond-like armor shimmered with an almost blinding brilliance.

It was the manifestation of Ethan’s newly awakened talent skill—Diamond Aegis, now fully activated in combat.

Truth be told, with his current power, Ethan could’ve easily dodged the attack. But he didn’t. He took the hit on purpose.

He wanted to test it. To see just how strong this Diamond Aegis really was.

And now? It had exceeded expectations.

The defense was insane.

"This... what the hell is this?! What kind of freak ability is that?! There’s no way—your power shouldn’t be this strong!" Leopold stammered, his face going pale as he instinctively began to backpedal.

But Ethan didn’t give him the chance.

"Diamond Starcrush Strike!"

Power surged through Ethan’s body like a tidal wave. His second new talent skill—Diamond Starcrush Strike—erupted into action.

His right fist carved a graceful arc through the air, like a falling meteor at dusk, and slammed into Leopold with devastating force.

BOOM!

The impact exploded outward.

"AAARGHHH—!" Leopold’s scream tore through the battlefield, raw and agonized.

The punch didn’t just hurt—it annihilated.

Half of Leopold’s body was obliterated on the spot, torn clean through by the sheer force of the blow.

Blood sprayed across the ground in a gruesome splash, painting the earth red.

Corvan stood frozen, eyes wide, completely stunned.

Even Paxton, the Tidebreaker, shook his head slowly, a faint smirk of mockery flickering across his face.

Seriously?

That’s it?

What a joke.

"Kill him! All of you—kill him now!" Leopold roared, his voice hoarse and twisted with pain and fury, blood pouring from his wounds.

He gave the order—his army surged forward to swarm Ethan.

"RAAAHH! RAAHH! RAAHH—!"

"KILL HIM!"

...

From all directions, the armies of Kirin, Naga Swordmasters, and Sea Blade Saints surged toward Ethan like a tidal wave.

BOOM!

But Ethan didn’t flinch. In a flash, he activated Holy Armament, wings of radiant light bursting from his back as he soared into the sky, effortlessly lifting himself out of the encirclement like it was a casual stroll.

At the same time, with a flick of his hand, he summoned Kyros—along with the full force of the Kirin and Sacred Kirin legions.

"They’re all yours, Kyros," Ethan said coolly, his voice calm and unshaken.

After that brutal war in the alternate dimension—and after personally taking down an Infernal Lord—Kyros had leveled up again, and hard.

Now he was level 33.

In Glory Lords X, experience points were distributed based on contribution. The more damage you dealt, the more XP you earned. So even though Kyros had helped kill a level 68 Legendary-tier boss, he only gained a few levels—because the kill wasn’t all his.

Still, level 33 Kyros was now easily on par with Seraphina or Cicero.

In short? He was a beast.

"Don’t worry. I’ll handle every last one of them."

ROAR!

Kyros let out a thunderous roar and charged into the enemy ranks, leading the Sacred Kirin and Kirin forces like a divine storm.

What followed was a massacre.

They tore through the enemy like wolves through sheep—unstoppable, merciless, and terrifyingly efficient.

In just a few minutes, Leopold’s entire army was wiped out.

Gone.

When Leopold saw it, his legs gave out beneath him. He collapsed, trembling, as if the sky itself had fallen.

Despair swallowed him whole.

"Wh-why... why is this happening? That thing was just born! How can it be this strong?! Why?! WHY?!"

He sounded like a man whose mind had completely snapped—ranting, broken, hysterical.

His face twisted with disbelief and bitter, helpless rage.

Ethan didn’t even bother responding. He just started walking toward him, ready to end it.

Leopold’s face went pale. He panicked.

"Wait—wait! You can’t kill me! I’m an envoy of Lord Maelthorak! If you kill me, you’ll be making an enemy of a Sea King!"

But Ethan just looked at him, voice cold as ice.

"He made himself my enemy the moment he set his sights on me."

Leopold’s pupils shrank. His face contorted in shock.

"You... you wouldn’t dare!"

He couldn’t believe it. This guy—this lord of Emerald Castle—was actually willing to go to war with a Sea King?

Was he insane?

How could he even think of doing something so suicidal?!

But Ethan wasn’t interested in talking anymore.

RUMBLE!

BOOM—BOOM—BOOM!

In the next instant, Celestial Fire and Judgement of Light erupted in tandem, engulfing the half-dead Leopold in a blinding storm of divine fury.

He was obliterated on the spot—his soul blasted straight back to the Hero Altar.

...

From the moment Leopold summoned his army and launched a full-scale assault on Ethan...

To the instant Ethan took that sword strike head-on, then calmly counterattacked and wiped out every last one of them—

The entire thing lasted less than ten minutes.

And yet, the impact of what had just happened was absolutely staggering.

So much so that Corvan, a fellow prince of the Storm Kingdom, stood frozen in place—completely shell-shocked.

As Leopold’s half-brother, Corvan knew he wasn’t exactly a powerhouse himself.

But he also knew just how terrifyingly talented and powerful his second brother was.

Leopold wasn’t just some random warrior—he was a Legendary-tier hero. Orange-ranked.

A force strong enough to shake entire nations once fully grown into his potential.

And now?

That same Legendary hero had been crushed.

Not just defeated—obliterated.

Like dry twigs under a boot.

What kind of sick joke was this?

Corvan’s body trembled as he stared at Ethan, his face pale as death.

He was terrified.

His eyes were filled with dread, panic, and the hollow look of someone who’d just watched a god fall.

Because now, he understood—crystal clear—what all of this meant.

His brother Leopold had just successfully provoked a monster.

And in doing so, he’d dragged the entire Storm Kingdom into the path of a potential cataclysm.

A disaster they might not survive.

The thought alone made Corvan shudder. He dropped to his knees and scrambled forward, practically crawling to Ethan’s feet.

"Lord of Emerald Castle, p-please... please believe me," he stammered, voice shaking. "Our Storm Kingdom—we have no ill will toward you or anything you stand for! My brother... he acted on impulse. Please, don’t hold it against us..." fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

Ethan glanced at him, expression unreadable.

His voice was calm, but cold.

"Save that speech for your king."

With that, he stepped past the frozen Corvan and boarded The Tidebreaker—Paxton’s warship—without looking back, ready to leave Blackwake Isle behind.

Corvan stayed there, kneeling in silence for a long time.

Then, with a sudden burst of frustration, he yanked at his tangled hair and cursed under his breath.

"Idiot... fucking idiot..."

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