Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory-Chapter 832: You Really Think You Have a Chance?

Ethan sat on a jagged rock, eyes locked on the battlefield below. His gaze was deep, unreadable, occasionally flicking upward to track the enemy forces closing in from the sky.

A thought sparked in his mind—sharp, almost playful. He gave the order without hesitation. "All goblins, fall back. Pull to the sides. Now."

Then he turned toward the pursuing army, voice rising with a cold, cutting edge. "You want my head that badly?" His eyes gleamed with calm defiance. "Fine. I'll give you a shot. If you can catch me, my life's yours."

The moment the words left his mouth, Ethan vanished—gone in a flash of motion so fast it left the air humming. In the blink of an eye, he reappeared right in front of Darian.

Darian didn't even have time to react.

Ethan's fist, charged with raw energy, slammed into his chest with brutal force.

The impact sent Darian flying like a ragdoll, his body flung through the air and crashing into the distance.

Ethan didn't pause. He vanished again, leaving only the echo of Darian's furious roar behind.

Rage boiled in Darian's chest. He'd just arrived with his army, ready to set up a strategic formation—and Ethan had the nerve to come straight at him, striking first and striking hard. He hadn't even had time to issue a command before Ethan's blow landed.

The fury nearly clouded his mind, but he forced himself to stay sharp. He had to retaliate.

But just as he prepared to give chase, the ground beneath his feet trembled. A new force was approaching—fast.

Before he could issue a single order, a horn blast rang out from the far side of the battlefield—sharp, urgent.

"Engage!" Darian barked, his voice thunderous with rage. He snapped out commands, and his troops surged into formation.

Narlost's army was a force to be reckoned with. Against these low-tier world invaders, they barely had to try. The enemy lines crumbled almost instantly under the weight of their assault.

It didn't take long. The demon and the other so-called elites were crushed—utterly defeated.

But even so, the enemy hadn't been entirely weak. Some of them had put up a real fight, enough to cause trouble for Narlost's forces.

The battle wasn't as easy as expected. Certain enemy units hit harder than anticipated, pushing Narlost's troops to their limits.

By now, Ethan had already led the Emerald Castle army into position. He ordered waves of goblins to the front lines, throwing them headfirst into the fray as shock troops.

Darian's mind raced. That mysterious army from earlier—who were they?

How could they be this strong?

Then Ethan's forces appeared again, Emerald Castle's banners rising behind him. The goblins charged like rabid beasts, fearless and wild, slamming into the enemy with reckless fury.

"These damn goblins…" Darian cursed under his breath.

He couldn't believe it. In such a short time, Ethan had pulled together a force this powerful? And not just numbers—these troops fought like seasoned killers.

On the battlefield, the goblins fought with savage determination. They didn't hesitate. They didn't retreat. They threw themselves into the enemy ranks with blazing war cries, their bloodlust igniting the front lines.

Blood and sand churned together as the battle escalated. The sky turned crimson, soaked in the haze of war. The clash of steel and screams of the dying thundered across the field, the air thick with the scent of scorched earth and iron.

Ethan adjusted his breathing slightly, eyes scanning the chaos with icy focus.

As his power surged, the Energy Greatsword in his hand began to glow—bright, blinding. The blade pulsed with condensed energy, humming with lethal intent.

Without hesitation, he swung.

The sword's energy exploded outward like a bolt of lightning, tearing through the air toward the enemy.

But the enemy commander didn't flinch.

With a casual lift of his hand, he caught the energy slash mid-air. A faint tremor ran through his fingers—and the blade shattered. The fragments scattered like glass, harmless.

Ethan's eyes narrowed. He hadn't expected that. This one was stronger than he looked.

Still, he didn't panic. His expression stayed calm, unreadable.

He knew the enemy was evolving—merging, adapting—but he wasn't in a rush. His goblin army was still locked in brutal combat, buying him time.

So Ethan didn't move.

He sat back down on the same rock, eyes fixed on the battlefield, watching every shift, every clash. As long as he stayed calm, everything remained under control.

"Master, all forces are in position. When do we launch the final assault?" Feylora's voice cut through the noise, urgent and eager. She'd been holding back long enough. After absorbing so much energy in Bonehell, she was more than ready to unleash it.

Ethan turned his head slightly, giving Feylora a calm glance before shifting his gaze to the sky.

His aura began to change—subtle at first, then rising like a tide. Power surged through him, rolling in waves, all of it channeling into the Energy Greatsword in his hand.

He was ready. Whatever came next, he was fully prepared.

But Darian wasn't done.

He was, after all, the ruler of the Narlost Empire—a force that couldn't be ignored. His power was immense, and he wasn't about to let this battle slip from his grasp.

Before long, he broke through the goblin ranks, emerging at the front of the Emerald Castle army.

His eyes were cold, voice laced with killing intent. "You really think you have a chance? All your efforts… they'll amount to nothing. Die!"

As he spoke, his aura exploded outward. A massive sphere of energy formed in his hands, then slammed into the ground with a thunderous crash, shaking the entire battlefield.

But the Emerald Castle army didn't flinch.

The longer the battle dragged on, the stronger they became.

More and more soldiers completed their racial evolutions, unleashing bursts of power that rocked the field and forced even the Narlost troops to feel the pressure—real, suffocating pressure.

Then, Elira appeared.

She hovered above the battlefield, her presence like a storm breaking loose. Power surged from her body in waves, flooding the sky. Behind her, golden butterfly wings shimmered into view—an ethereal projection of the Divine Sovereign Moth. With a single beat of those wings, the air howled.

Darian's attack never reached her.

Instead, it was intercepted—absorbed and deflected by the massive moth projection. The energy rippled back toward him, threatening to rebound.

"This… this can't be!" Darian's face twisted in disbelief. He froze. "How are you insects this strong?!"

He couldn't wrap his head around it. According to his intel, Emerald Castle was nothing more than a minor kingdom—barely worth noticing. But everything he was seeing now shattered that assumption.

Fury surged through him. Without hesitation, he unleashed his full power, launching himself into the sky to clash with Elira head-on.

But Ethan remained composed, his gaze steady as he tracked every shift on the battlefield. The goblin horde he'd summoned had done its job—pinning the enemy down and buying him the time he needed.

Now, all that remained was to give the order.

Once Emerald Castle's full force moved in, the enemy would be crushed.

Darian had never expected this. He'd thought it would be a clean sweep. Instead, he was being pushed to the edge.

With a roar, he thrust a hand toward the sky.

And then it appeared.

A colossal figure materialized behind him, its presence overwhelming. The moment it arrived, a tidal wave of energy burst outward, swallowing the surrounding space in a suffocating pressure.

From its chest, a radiant gemstone blazed with searing light. Streams of raw energy poured from it, flooding the battlefield with crushing force.

The ground trembled. The air warped.

And the final phase of the battle began.