Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory-Chapter 207: It was a slaughter

"Alright..."

The Queen of the Stellamaris Kingdom clenched her jaw, eyes brimming with emotion, and declared in a fierce, unwavering voice, "No matter what happens, Coral Fortress is our final line of defense. As long as Coral Fortress stands, Stellamaris stands. But if it falls... then so does our kingdom, in everything but name."

She took a deep breath, steadying herself, then continued, her voice calm but resolute.

"Everyone, we live and die with Stellamaris!"

"Send out my command—summon every last soldier to reinforce the front! We hold Coral Fortress at all costs. This is our last stand!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

...

"So... when should I betray them?"

At the same time, Ethan was already weighing the perfect moment to flip the script.

Sure, his mission was to help Stellamaris repel the pirate coalition—but the real reward, the juicy core of the mission, was all about maximizing pirate casualties. Ideally? Wipe them out completely.

The more pirates that died, the better his mission rating and the bigger his reward. And Ethan? He was no fool. He wanted it all. The higher the completion score, the better the payout.

That’s why he’d decided to keep up the act a little longer.

Play the loyal ally. Let Darek and Seyric charge into the siege with him...

Because siege warfare? It’s a goddamn meat grinder. Between Stellamaris’s long-range units and the Coral Fortress’s Arcane Cannons—those things were basically stationary death machines with pinpoint accuracy and insane range.

Not only were they devastatingly powerful,

They hit wide areas—pure AoE carnage.

One volley could wipe out entire squads.

And that? That was way easier than Ethan personally running around, exhausting himself trying to slaughter Darek and Seyric’s armies one by one.

Plus, it lulled them into a false sense of security. Made them drop their guard.

Ethan glanced sideways, subtly, at Darek, Seyric, and the orange-tier Legendary hero standing beside Darek—Tideborn Spirit Sevrin. He muttered under his breath, "The key is to take out those three first."

Whether it’s a small skirmish, a mid-scale battle, or a full-blown war—

Victory always hinges on the unit heroes.

Because once the unit heroes are down—sent back to their respawn points—the regular troops, no matter how many, lose all their buffs. Their combat effectiveness plummets instantly.

They become no different from wild mobs.

Take Darek’s forces, for example.

All of them fall under the command of Tideborn Spirit Sevrin, a powerhouse orange-tier Legendary hero.

If Ethan could take Sevrin out in one swift, surprise strike—and maybe take out Darek himself while he’s at it—then Darek’s entire pirate army, hundreds of thousands of mixed units, would collapse into chaos.

Same goes for Seyric.

Seyric’s forces included three purple-tier Epic heroes and eight blue-tier Rare heroes.

And Seyric himself? He was the strongest of them all.

Right now, all his unit heroes were under his direct command.

Take him out?

And his pirate army’s strength would nosedive in an instant.

That would be the perfect moment for Ethan to turn on them—go full traitor, unleash hell, and rack up a massive kill count to max out his mission score.

"Milord, the Arcane Barrier’s durability is down to less than two million..."

Darek’s voice cut through the chaos.

Ethan blinked, glancing up at him.

Darek’s face was lit with excitement as he looked over and said, "Milord, once the Arcane Barrier falls, we can charge straight in! Nothing will stop us—we’ll be at Coral Fortress’s walls in no time."

He paused for a beat, then shifted his tone, eyes locking onto Ethan. "But the fortress walls themselves still have about five million durability. If your Green Dragon hero can hit it a few more times, we can punch a hole through. That’s the most efficient way forward with the least casualties. So... would you be willing to handle that part?"

"Sure..." Ethan nodded on the surface, keeping his expression calm.

But behind the scenes, he was already talking to Auremax through their mental link.

Auremax, can you take this guy out?

Easily. He’s not that strong. If I catch him off guard, one strike is all I need.

Perfect. Ethan gave a subtle nod, then turned his gaze toward Cicero, sending a message telepathically. Cicero, get ready. That orange-tier Legendary hero, Tideborn Spirit—he’s yours.

Understood.

BOOM!

Right then, a deafening explosion rocked the battlefield!

The ground trembled violently, the air itself seemed to shatter with the force. All eyes turned to see the outermost Arcane Barrier of Coral Fortress erupt in a blinding blast of magical energy—shards of glowing particles scattered into the sky, vanishing in an instant.

The barrier had finally collapsed.

"Lord Valkarion!" Darek shouted, eyes wide with triumph.

Ethan gave a solemn nod, then raised his hand.

"ROAR!"

BOOM!

The sound of a dragon’s roar and a heavy impact hit almost simultaneously.

The moment Ethan gave the signal, the air twisted violently—

A blinding streak of golden light tore through the sky like a bolt of divine lightning. It shot forward at breakneck speed, faster than the eye could follow, heading straight for Pirate King Darek—who hadn’t even realized what was happening.

CRACK!

A single strike.

A golden dragon claw ripped through the air and slammed into Darek’s chest with devastating force.

His pupils shrank in shock.

He opened his mouth, maybe to scream, maybe to curse—but it was already too late.

With a sickening crunch, his body exploded on the spot—shattered into a spray of blood and bone, completely obliterated.

There was nothing left.

No corpse.

No remains.

...

"W-What the hell?!"

Gasps and shouts erupted across the battlefield as everyone’s eyes went wide in shock, their faces draining of color.

Whoosh!

Before anyone could react, Cicero’s body shimmered with light—activating his innate skill, Sacred Realm. In the blink of an eye, he teleported straight in front of the stunned orange-tier Legendary hero—Tideborn Spirit Sevrin.

His massive jaws opened wide.

And then—boom—he unleashed the devastating Venomous Dragon Breath he’d been charging up.

A torrent of venomous energy exploded forth, engulfing Sevrin completely.

BOOM!

BOOM!

BOOM!

The sheer force of the draconic blast was apocalyptic—like a world-ending storm tearing through the battlefield. The shockwaves rippled outward in every direction, swallowing everything in their path.

It wasn’t just an attack—it was a massacre.

The storm of venom and dragonfire surged like a tidal wave, crashing again and again, layer after layer, across the battlefield. It didn’t stop. It didn’t slow. It devoured.

"ROOOAAAR!"

"AAAHHH—!"

"No—why?! Why are you doing this?! We were allies!"

The screams of the pirates echoed through the chaos—raw, panicked, and full of betrayal.

But it didn’t matter.

They were swept away by the storm, their bodies torn apart, their souls snuffed out. One by one, they fell—until all that remained were withered, blackened corpses, flung through the air like rag dolls, slamming into shattered cliffs and cracked earth.

It was a slaughter.

And while Cicero’s venomous breath tore through the ranks, Gold Dragon Auremax moved in with surgical precision—easily finishing off Pirate King Seyric in the chaos.

In just moments, both Darek’s and Seyric’s pirate armies—once mighty forces of destruction—were reduced to nothing more than scattered, disorganized mobs. Their strength had plummeted to the level of wild, unbuffed units.

And then...

Silence.

The entire battlefield fell into an eerie, unnatural stillness.

Not a sound.

Not a breath.

Because no one—no one—could believe what had just happened.

Ethan... had betrayed them.

He’d turned on Pirate King Darek.

He’d turned on Pirate King Seyric.

And he’d annihilated them both.

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