Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory-Chapter 871: You Shouldn’t Have Come in Person

Azrath stepped forward.

He tapped lightly on the metallic ring around his wrist.

A pale blue holographic screen unfolded in the void, displaying a complex, rotating 3D map marked with numerous energy nodes and spatial coordinates.

"This is a minor Plane World under the control of the Phoenix Empire," Azrath said, pointing to a specific region.

"It contains a stable and abundant energy source—enough to temporarily ease the Vorgar Empire’s current energy strain."

Kaelthorn’s eyes lit up slightly.

But Azrath continued before he could speak.

"Of course, it won’t sustain your empire for long."

"What you truly need... is still Emerald Castle."

The map zoomed in, locking onto a pulsing coordinate.

"My condition is simple."

"Once Emerald Castle is taken, half of its power and resources go to the Phoenix Empire."

A heavy silence settled over the void.

Kaelthorn’s pulse quickened.

It was a tempting offer.

Energy, strategic advantage, a shared target—

This was nearly a perfect alliance proposal.

"We can work together," he said at last.

"But before launching a full-scale war, I need to personally probe Emerald Castle’s defenses."

Azrath let out a low chuckle.

"Exactly what I was hoping for."

He raised a hand and made a subtle gesture through the air.

Space split open like a seam being torn.

One after another, ancient-looking warships emerged from the rift. Their hulls were etched with unfamiliar, arcane energy patterns. Weapon arrays lined their frames, radiating a danger completely distinct from Vorgar’s tech.

"I was dispatched by the Queen himself," Azrath said calmly, though his tone carried a quiet edge. "To seek out new energy frontiers."

"This target you call ’Green Dragon’ has been on our watchlist for some time."

Kaelthorn’s eyes narrowed.

A flicker of wariness rose instantly.

The Phoenix Empire

clearly wasn’t just a helpful ally.

They had their own ambitions.

And if they turned on him mid-battle, the consequences would be catastrophic.

"In that case..." Kaelthorn said coldly, "let’s go see it together."

Orders were issued without delay.

The two fleets merged in deep space.

The roar of engines layered into a deafening chorus, energy waves rippling outward like a rising tide. The void itself seemed to groan under the pressure.

BOOM—

BOOM—

As the joint fleet approached the spatial boundary surrounding Emerald Castle, the sheer force of their presence triggered a resonance in the surrounding space.

In the distance—

The energy barrier encasing Emerald Castle trembled slightly, emitting a deep, continuous rumble.

Ethan was outside the city, on a training field, testing the newly upgraded Powered Combat Armor.

High-energy particles flowed across the armor’s surface, distorting the air with compressed force.

Suddenly—

A low, rolling rumble echoed from afar.

It wasn’t thunder.

It was the structural tremor of space itself—caused by the approach of a massive fleet.

Ethan’s expression sharpened.

"That fast?"

He didn’t hesitate.

His body lifted into the air, armor snapping into place under his mental command. The energy crystal embedded in his chest began charging at high speed, brilliant light patterns spreading across the armor’s channels.

The system scan kicked in.

Hundreds of high-energy signatures were gathering just outside the barrier.

Two of them stood out—far stronger than standard warships.

"Disengage the outer barrier," Ethan ordered.

In the next instant, the transparent shield dissolved.

The massive fleet emerged like a tide of steel, blotting out part of the sky. The pressure was suffocating.

A figure flashed out from the center of the formation.

Space rippled.

Kaelthorn appeared directly in front of Ethan, hovering not far away.

Their auras collided in midair, compressing the atmosphere between them like an invisible vice.

"So you’re the lord of Emerald Castle?" Kaelthorn’s gaze was sharp as a blade.

Ethan gave a simple nod.

And in the very next instant—

He struck without warning.

The crystal embedded in his chest flared with blinding light, unleashing a massive energy beam that roared through the air like a thunderbolt splitting the sky.

BOOM—!!!

Kaelthorn’s pupils shrank.

He hadn’t expected an attack—especially not before the first sentence was even finished. He jerked backward, hastily channeling energy to form a temporary shield around his body.

The beam slammed into it with a shriek of tearing force.

The energy structure buckled instantly.

Within seconds, the barrier shattered completely.

Kaelthorn barely escaped, his body flickering like lightning as he shot thousands of feet to the side—just outside the blast radius.

"Are you insane?!"

Kaelthorn roared, fury boiling over.

"I came to make contact—and you open fire?!"

"You’ve just declared war on the Vorgar Empire!"

"And today, I’ll make sure Emerald Castle pays the price!"

His rage drowned out caution.

With a sharp wave of his hand, Kaelthorn ordered the fleet to advance.

Engines ignited across the armada, energy arrays unfolding in rapid succession. In seconds, the battlefield lit up.

At the same time, the Phoenix Empire’s fleet began to move as well.

Two steel tides surged forward in unison, bearing down on Emerald Castle.

Waves of soldiers leapt from the ships, trailing blazing energy as they plunged toward the battlefield.

But Ethan remained calm—eerily calm.

He simply snapped his fingers.

Instantly—

Tactical signals lit up across Emerald Castle.

Several Sky Fortresses rose from the city’s defense layers, armor plates unfolding, cannons locking on. Every weapon system came online in perfect sync.

The real war had begun.

Ethan’s targeting system locked onto one name: Kaelthorn.

He gave no breathing room.

His body surged forward, and in his hand, a massive Energy Disc formed—growing rapidly as it spun, like a meteor crashing down from the heavens.

Kaelthorn’s expression shifted.

He could feel it—this attack was aimed squarely at him.

No time to think.

He pulled out a strange-looking scepter, its shaft embedded with a dozen different crystals, each pulsing with a unique energy signature. It looked less like a weapon and more like a compressed energy matrix.

The moment he activated it, a thick, layered energy shield formed around him, wrapping him in a cocoon of defense.

But Ethan didn’t hold back.

He pushed the Powered Combat Armor’s output to the limit. Every energy circuit on the armor lit up, glowing like burning star veins.

The Energy Disc in his hand kept growing, its core compressing layer after layer of volatile power—like a miniature star on the verge of detonation.

Kaelthorn’s shield began to tremble violently.

Hairline cracks spread like spiderwebs.

And then—

BOOM!!!

The barrier shattered.

Fragments of energy burst into the air like shards of light.

Ethan was already there.

He grabbed the scepter.

"What are you doing?!"

Kaelthorn’s face twisted in panic, voice cracking.

That scepter was a gift from Varkhan himself. Losing it wasn’t an option.

"I like it," Ethan said casually.

"Consider it a gift."

As he spoke, lightning surged from his body, flooding into the scepter and arcing violently across Kaelthorn’s arms, forcing him to let go.

Before Kaelthorn could recover—

Ethan swung the scepter like a warhammer and slammed it into his shoulder.

A dull, brutal crack echoed through the air.

The sound of bone shattering was unmistakable.

Kaelthorn’s body flew like a missile, blood trailing behind him in a sharp arc across the sky.

His Tier wasn’t lower than Ethan’s.

But the difference was clear—Powered Combat Armor.

The armor didn’t just boost Ethan’s raw output. It integrated multiple weapon systems, allowing for precise, stable, and relentless attacks.

The battlefield had fully ignited.

Soldiers fell from the sky in droves, wreckage and blood mist swirling together. The flames of war painted the heavens red.