Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory-Chapter 214: The three orange-tier Legendary Heroes

Meanwhile, deep within the royal palace of the Crimsonstar Kingdom, an elderly man wearing a pointed wizard’s hat stood in silence for a long time.

Finally, he let out a soft sigh and muttered to himself, shaking his head, "Crimson Ultimate Hero... Mythic Ace Unit... Who the hell are they? One of the sea lords, maybe? Or... ah, forget it. Not my problem. Let His Majesty deal with this headache."

With that, the old mage turned and walked off, heading toward the inner sanctum of the palace.

Several hours later, in a grand, ancient hall buried deep within the Crimsonstar Kingdom’s royal palace...

At the center of the room, seated high on a throne, was a bald, imposing man wearing a crown. Before him stood a long rectangular table with six seats—each one now occupied.

"Your Majesty," one of the seated figures spoke, his voice slow and heavy, his entire body radiating a chilling aura. "You summoned all of us. Has something serious happened?"

The speaker was an elder Frost Spirit, his expression grim. He was a purple-tier Epic Hero of SSS rank, a 10-Tier unit from the Tidesworn faction. A master of ice magic, he could wield frost like a warrior swings a blade—his magical damage output was terrifying.

Anyone who had a seat at this table was among the most powerful figures in the Crimsonstar Kingdom. It was rare for all of them to gather at once—and when they did, it always meant something big was going down.

The man they addressed as "Your Majesty" was none other than Elandor XVII, the current king of the Crimsonstar Kingdom.

"Mm..." Elandor XVII nodded slowly, his eyes glinting. "We’ve received word from Seyric. The operation to invade the Stellamaris Kingdom’s dimensional rift has failed. Someone interfered. We don’t know who, but that person had a Crimson Ultimate Green Dragon Hero... and a Mythic Ace Unit."

"W-What?!"

"A Crimson Ultimate Green Dragon Hero? And a Mythic Ace Unit?!"

"You’ve gotta be kidding me..."

The room erupted in shock. Every face turned pale.

Even for people of their stature, a Mythic Ace Unit was something they could only look up to—at least until they achieved their second awakening. As for a Crimson Ultimate Hero? That was on a whole other level.

Even if they spent their entire lives reaching their peak, they’d still be looking up at someone like that. The gap between them wasn’t just wide—it was insurmountable.

That’s why, the moment those titles were mentioned, no one could stay calm. No one dared to take them lightly.

"Your Majesty," said a Cavalier-type hero, his expression tense, "could it be the Greenwave Empire? Or one of the other major powers?"

"But the Greenwave Empire doesn’t have a Crimson Ultimate Hero..."

Elandor XVII shook his head. "I know what you’re thinking, but I don’t believe it’s them. If it were, with their strength, they wouldn’t have needed to stay in the shadows like this."

The others paused, then nodded in agreement.

Yeah, if it really were one of the big players—especially someone like the Greenwave Empire—they wouldn’t have bothered hiding. They’d have made their presence known, loud and clear.

At that moment, the Frost Spirit elder turned to Elandor XVII, his icy gaze sharp.

"Then, Your Majesty, what are you suggesting?"

"It’s likely a newly awakened Crimson Ultimate Hero," Elandor said calmly, clearly having thought this through. "Someone just happened to get lucky and stumbled upon them."

He looked around the table, his voice steady. "If that’s the case, then this mystery person probably isn’t that powerful—yet. But still, a Crimson Ultimate Hero is a Crimson Ultimate Hero. That’s why I called you all here."

He paused, then asked, "So tell me—do you think it’s worth making an enemy of this unknown figure... just for the sake of Stellamaris Kingdom?"

The room fell silent.

Then, suddenly, a cold chuckle broke the stillness.

"Why the hell not?"

Everyone turned toward the voice.

The speaker was none other than Thalric—the Crimsonstar Kingdom’s strongest warrior. An S-rank Legendary Hero of the orange tier, Thalric hailed from the 12-Tier Deepsea Naga race, a Naga Swordmaster of unmatched skill.

He was the pride of Elandor XI, the most brilliant king in the kingdom’s history. A living legend, the kingdom’s cornerstone. Thalric’s status was so high, it rivaled even that of the current king.

So when he spoke, all eyes naturally turned to him.

"Thalric," Elandor XVII said, his expression serious, "let’s hear your thoughts."

Thalric’s opinion mattered more than anyone’s.

Because if this turned into a full-blown conflict, he would be their only real shot at standing toe-to-toe with a Crimson Ultimate Hero!

In the world of Glory Lords X, the so-called "seafaring kingdoms" are generally considered to be on the level of ordinary nations. The real powerhouses—the "sea dominators"—are the ones that qualify as major powers.

And among those ordinary seafaring kingdoms, the Crimsonstar Kingdom actually ranks pretty high.

Why? Because they’ve got not one, not two, but three orange-tier Legendary Heroes.

To put that into perspective—

Most bottom-tier nations are lucky to have even one orange-tier Legendary Hero. Some don’t have any at all.

If a kingdom manages to field two orange-tier Legendary Heroes at the same time, that already puts them at the top of the "ordinary" bracket.

But three? That’s rare. Like, really rare.

Across the entire world of Glory Lords X, you’d be hard-pressed to find even one in twenty ordinary nations with that kind of firepower.

And it’s not just the number—they’re not your run-of-the-mill orange-tier heroes either.

Crimsonstar Kingdom’s three orange-tier Legendary Heroes are:

Thalric, an S-rank Legendary Hero from the 12-Tier Deepsea Naga race—a Naga Swordmaster with terrifying combat prowess.

Brannor, a D-rank Legendary Hero from a rare 10-Tier hidden unit class—the Seahorse Cavalier. Agile, unpredictable, and deadly in naval warfare.

Tarneth, a C-rank Legendary Hero from the 11-Tier Naga Swordsman class. Not as elite as Thalric, but still a force to be reckoned with.

Among the three, Thalric is hands-down the strongest. Not only is he an S-rank orange-tier Legendary Hero, but he’s also undergone a second awakening—and he’s already past level 70.

Level 70+.

That’s no joke.

At that level, even a Crimson Ultimate Hero—if they haven’t undergone a second awakening or aren’t close to it—might not be able to take him down.

And that’s exactly where King Elandor XVII draws his confidence from.

He doesn’t believe for a second that the Green Dragon Hero they encountered is a fully awakened Crimson Ultimate Hero.

Because if they were—if they’d already hit that second awakening tier—then they wouldn’t need to sneak around or play games. A single one of them could wipe Crimsonstar Kingdom off the map without breaking a sweat.

There’d be no need for subtlety. No need to hide.

"You’ve figured it out too, haven’t you, Your Majesty?" Thalric said, his eyes gleaming with a sharp, mocking light. "That Green Dragon Hero must’ve just awakened. Their power’s still immature."

"Sure, Crimson Ultimate Heroes are monsters—but even monsters need time to grow. And we’re talking thousands, maybe tens of thousands of years. Until then? So what if they’re Crimson Ultimate? With the strength of Crimsonstar Kingdom, we can crush them before they ever get the chance to rise."

Elandor XVII’s eyes flickered with intensity, but he nodded in agreement.

"Exactly. If that Green Dragon Hero had already undergone a second awakening, they wouldn’t be playing coy. Someone at that level could destroy our entire kingdom solo. There’d be no need for all this cloak-and-dagger nonsense."

As those words left his mouth, the other five figures at the table—excluding Thalric—exchanged glances.

Their eyes flickered with unease, and faint, bitter smiles crept onto their faces.

Clearly, they’d all come to the same conclusion.

They knew exactly what Elandor XVII was thinking.

At that moment, Thalric spoke again, his voice low but charged with intensity. "Didn’t we already confirm it earlier?"

"The Kirin Egg—still showing signs of life—is in the hands of the last remnants of Stellamaris Kingdom. If we can get our hands on it... Crimsonstar Kingdom might just gain a Crimson Ultimate Hero of our own."

Crimson Ultimate Hero.

The moment those words left Thalric’s mouth, the entire room tensed. Every pair of eyes sharpened, and the air grew thick with anticipation.

Even Elandor XVII’s grip on the throne’s armrest tightened slightly, his knuckles whitening. A faint flush crept up his face.

He didn’t need anyone to explain what that meant.

He was the king, after all.

A Crimson Ultimate Hero—those were beings spoken of in the same breath as gods. Towering above all others, looking down on the world from unimaginable heights. Wherever their gaze landed, nothing could stand in their way.

To put it bluntly, a Crimson Ultimate Hero was the ultimate dream of every lord, every monarch. The pinnacle. The endgame.

To have one under your command? That was it. That was the legacy. A life fulfilled. No regrets.

And that—that—was why, even after tens of thousands of years, they’d never stopped hunting down the last survivors of Stellamaris Kingdom. Why they’d never let go of that obsession.

Because they knew.

They knew the Kirin Egg—the one that had mysteriously vanished all those years ago—had to be in the hands of those surviving rats from Stellamaris.

If they could seize it... if they could claim that egg for themselves...

Then Crimsonstar Kingdom—he, Elandor XVII—would ascend.

They’d rise above the rest. No longer just a strong seafaring kingdom, but a true power. A force to be reckoned with.

Their time would finally come.

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