Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory-Chapter 165: ROOOOOAR!!!

[Chaos Hydra]

Tier: 14

HP: 28,000

Attack: 210

Defense: 180

Damage: 323–388

Innate Abilities: Chaos Attack, Ultimate Venom

As a 14-Tier Mythic Unit, just one glance at the Chaos Hydra’s stat sheet tells you everything you need to know—this thing is an absolute monster.

We’re talking 210 attack points.

180 defense.

And over 300 base damage per hit.

What does that mean in real terms?

It means this beast is even more terrifying than some of the most elite 13-Tier Legendary Units—like the Green Dragon Orryn or the Ancient War Tree Oakenmaw. And those two are already nightmares on the battlefield.

Let’s put it into perspective.

Both Orryn and Oakenmaw, as 13-Tier Legendary Units, can usually take on three or more enemies of the same tier by themselves and come out on top.

But if they were to go up against a 14-Tier Mythic Unit like the Chaos Hydra? They’d need at least two—maybe even three of them—just to hold their ground. Maybe, just maybe, they’d gain the upper hand.

In other words, in a straight-up fight, it would take around eight 13-Tier Legendary Units to go toe-to-toe with a single 14-Tier Mythic Unit.

Any fewer—say five or six, or even just three or four—and while they might not get wiped out instantly, if it came down to a fight to the death, there’s no question—they’d lose.

And if it’s fewer than three? Forget it. That’s not a battle. That’s a massacre. The Mythic Unit would tear them apart like paper.

It’s not that the 13-Tier Legendaries are weak. Far from it. It’s just that 14-Tier Mythic Units are on a whole different level.

In the world of Glory Lords X, setting aside hero units, 14-Tier Mythic Units are the undisputed apex predators.

So yeah, the Chaos Hydra being this powerful? That’s not surprising. That’s just how it’s supposed to be.

Too bad for him, though—he ran into Seraphina, the Crimson Ultimate Hero.

BOOM!

The raw, unrestrained power of a Strategic Artifact surged through Seraphina’s dragon claws, crackling with blinding light, radiant and fierce.

The energy pulsed with a force that felt like it could tear the sky apart.

And then, all that power condensed—morphed—into a weapon: a Dragonfang Spear, jagged and radiant, glowing with divine fury. It radiated an overwhelming, godlike presence.

With a sharp whoosh, Seraphina hurled it straight at the Chaos Hydra.

BOOM!

The air shattered. A vortex of wind and chaos exploded outward.

The sheer force of destruction surged like a tidal wave, forming what could only be described as a storm of annihilation.

And in that instant, it was like a meteor slamming into the Earth—unstoppable, cataclysmic—crashing down on the Chaos Hydra with devastating impact...

BOOM!

A thunderous crash echoed across the battlefield—so loud, so sudden, it was like the entire world went silent for a heartbeat. Not a whisper, not a breath. Just stillness.

Then, in a flash of motion, Seraphina—now in her humanoid form—leapt high into the air, Dragonfang Spear gripped tight in her hands. With a savage downward strike, she drove the weapon straight into one of the Chaos Hydra’s nine monstrous heads—

BOOM!

It exploded on impact.

A spray of blood mist burst into the sky, painting the air crimson.

"ROAAAR! ROAAAR! ROAAAR—!"

The Chaos Hydra shrieked in agony, its cries like a chorus of banshees, twisted and guttural. Its massive body writhed, and its remaining heads thrashed wildly, contorted in pain and fury.

But Seraphina wasn’t about to let up.

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RUMBLE-RUMBLE-RUMBLE—!

The Dragonfang Spear pulsed again in her hands, glowing with a blinding light. A wave of raw, destructive energy surged outward, rippling through the air like a shockwave. The ground trembled beneath her feet as the spear’s power built to a crescendo.

And then—same move, same brutal precision—

BOOM!

Another head gone. Obliterated.

Blood rained down like a storm.

"...Gulp."

Ethan swallowed hard, his face calm, but inside? He was reeling. His mind was a whirlwind of disbelief and awe.

He’d thought he understood Seraphina’s strength. Sure, she was a Crimson Ultimate Hero, but the Chaos Hydra was a 14-Tier Mythic Unit. That wasn’t just strong—it was top of the food chain. And Seraphina? She was still young, still low-level. He’d expected a tough, drawn-out fight. Something like what happened with Cicero.

But this?

This was a slaughter.

The Chaos Hydra—one of the most powerful units in the game—was getting torn apart like it was nothing. Seraphina wasn’t just holding her own. She was dominating.

This was the power of a Crimson Ultimate Hero?

It was terrifying.

"Hey, Cicero," Ethan said suddenly, turning to the man beside him. "Let me ask you something."

Cicero raised an eyebrow. "Yeah?"

"If you went all out... how many Mythic Units do you think you could take on?"

"Me?" Cicero blinked, caught off guard. He paused, thinking it over. "Hard to say. I’ve never actually fought one seriously. But... three or four, I guess? Shouldn’t be a problem."

"Three or four?" Ethan repeated, eyes widening.

That answer hit him like a punch to the gut.

Because he knew Cicero. The guy was humble to a fault. When other people said "shouldn’t be a problem," they usually meant "I might survive." Maybe "I’ll break even." But when Cicero said it?

He meant he’d win. Comfortably.

Which meant if he was saying three or four Mythic Units wouldn’t be a problem, then his real limit was probably way higher.

Double that, at least.

Six. Maybe seven. Hell, even eight Mythic Units.

"Looks like your power’s about on par with Balthazar now, huh?" Ethan said, a note of awe in his voice.

"More or less..." Cicero replied with a casual smile, not bothering to deny it. Balthazar was strong, sure—but at the end of the day, he was just a special unit. Cicero, on the other hand, was a Crimson Ultimate Hero. Matching Balthazar wasn’t just possible—it was expected.

BOOM!

BOOM!

BOOM!

...

At that very moment, the battle between Seraphina and the Chaos Hydra had reached its final, explosive stage.

In just two or three minutes, the remaining seven heads of the Chaos Hydra—Seraphina’s opponent—were blown apart one after another.

The pace was brutal: one head every twenty to thirty seconds.

And with each head lost, the Chaos Hydra’s strength visibly dropped. You could literally see the power draining from its massive body.

By the end, it could barely put up a fight against Seraphina.

That’s because, for the Hydra species, their heads weren’t just for show—they were the core of their power. The more heads they had, the stronger they were. Lose a head, lose a chunk of strength. Simple as that.

So now, with only one head left, this Chaos Hydra was barely stronger than a Tier 13 Hydra.

A far cry from the terrifying Tier 14 Mythic Unit it had been just minutes ago.

"Die already!"

With a fierce cry, Seraphina launched her final strike. Her Dragonfang Spear shot forward like a bolt of lightning, slamming straight into the Hydra’s last remaining head.

CRACK! Blood exploded in a crimson spray.

The mighty Tier 14 Chaos Hydra collapsed with a thunderous crash, its life snuffed out in an instant.

As it fell, Ethan heard the familiar chime of the system in his ear.

< Congratulations! Unit Hero Green Dragon Seraphina has leveled up to Level 27... >

Ethan blinked, then let out a sigh. "Only level 27, huh..."

It was weird, honestly.

The lower the level of his seven Unit Heroes, the stronger they seemed to be.

The higher-leveled ones? Not nearly as impressive.

The best example? Seraphina and Cicero.

Seraphina was already level 27, which wasn’t bad.

But Cicero?

He was only level 23.

"The power of a Crimson Ultimate Hero really is something else..." Ethan muttered, shaking his head in amazement.

Meanwhile, Seraphina had already locked onto her next targets.

Alone, she charged headfirst into a group of four Tier 13 Hydras—

And a brand-new Tier 14 Chaos Hydra.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

And that wasn’t even the end of it.

Thanks to the ’gracious restraint’ of the other Unit Heroes and regular troops, dozens more enemies were pushed into the battlefield—11Tier Manticores, 12Tier Venomspike Manticores—all of them now Seraphina’s to deal with.

In total, she was facing off against dozens of enemies at once.

And she couldn’t have been more thrilled.

Her blood was boiling. Her heart pounded with excitement.

"This is insane!" Seraphina roared, her entire body erupting with a blinding surge of Draconic Force.

Her eyes burned crimson, glowing with a terrifying intensity.

In the next instant, her form shifted—scales rippling, wings unfurling—until she stood once more in her full dragon form. Her massive wings stretched wide, and with a guttural snarl, she slashed forward with her claws.

VMMM!

Suddenly, her Sacred Realm exploded into being.

A wave of invisible, crushing pressure burst outward in all directions, rumbling like a divine storm. Every enemy caught in its radius was instantly dragged under her overwhelming power—there was no escape.

ROAR! ROAR! ROAR!

"AAARGH—!"

Screams tore through the battlefield.

Manticores, Venomspike Manticores, Hydras—dozens of them—howled in agony as their bodies began to rot and decay at an unnatural speed under the weight of her Sacred Realm.

Some collapsed in seconds, others writhed before being torn apart by the sheer force.

One by one, they fell—until all that remained were piles of ash and twisted corpses, scattered like broken dolls across the blood-soaked ground.

And then, silence.

The storm of the Sacred Realm faded, leaving behind a battlefield littered with death. Corpses stacked high, the stench of blood and decay thick in the air.

Even her own allies—Elyra, Elynn, and the others—couldn’t help but flinch at the sight. Their eyes widened, and they instinctively sucked in a breath.

"...Holy shit," someone muttered under their breath.

This wasn’t just power. This was domination. Godlike, terrifying domination.

ROOOOOAR!!!

Seraphina let out another earth-shaking dragon roar.

Part of it was pure adrenaline—she’d just leveled up again. Not once, but twice. She’d jumped straight to level 29.

But more than that, it was the thrill.

She hadn’t had a fight like this in ages. A real, no-holds-barred, blood-pumping, soul-burning battle. And today? Today had finally scratched that itch.

Her blood was on fire. Her heart thundered in her chest.

She felt alive—unshackled, unbound, unstoppable.

"Come on! Don’t stop now! All of you—come at me! I’ll kill every last one of you!"

With a crazed, ecstatic roar, Seraphina launched herself back into the fray.

ROOOOAR!!!

And finally—after nearly thirty minutes of relentless, brutal combat—Seraphina stood victorious once more.

Her body was drenched in blood, scales slick and gleaming like molten crimson. She looked less like a dragon and more like a creature forged from blood itself—a living, breathing blood dragon.

At this point, the Hydra-Venomspike Manticore alliance had been utterly decimated.

Only two major bosses remained: Chaos Hydra Thal’Zor and Venomspike Manticore Vorrak.

Aside from them?

Just a handful of survivors.

Maybe two or three Tier 14 Chaos Hydras.

A few Tier 13 Legendary Hydras.

And less than thirty Tier 11 Manticores and Tier 12 Venomspike Manticores.

That was it.

...