Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory

Chapter 1039: Wrath of Elysion

Terror and urgency were thick in his voice, but Phoenix Queen Ignara’s gaze didn’t change by even a hair.

Ignara wasn’t going to listen.

The next instant, Phoenix Queen Ignara’s power surged again. A massive storm formed directly in the high sky—then dropped straight down on Khar’vathis’s head.

That storm carried tyrannical, annihilating might. The moment it wrapped Khar’vathis’s remaining half-body, it began to grind and butcher him in a frenzy.

The time it took was almost negligible.

In little more than a blink, the remaining half of Khar’vathis was shredded into minced flesh by that storm.

On the other side, Queen Seraphine and Rohanix’s battle had reached its final stage as well.

Rohanix had been tightly restrained by Queen Seraphine from the beginning. Pure Light Force was, to him, an absolute suppression he couldn’t evade.

And beyond that, the Light Force Queen Seraphine wielded carried an almost inexhaustible sacred aura. With every head-on collision, the ice-blue gemstones and those strange fluctuations around Rohanix were forced down another layer.

This time, Queen Seraphine gave him no room to breathe at all.

Light Force gathered at terrifying speed. Above her head, it condensed into a gigantic sacred phoenix.

The phoenix blazed from head to tail. When its wings spread, the light swallowed nearly half the battlefield. Then it drove down on a straight line and slammed viciously into Rohanix’s chest.

At the moment of contact, there was a blinding burst of light.

And then Rohanix’s body detonated completely within that sacred force, exploding into chunks of flesh in an instant.

But right at that moment—

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Before the consecutive blasts had even fully faded, Ethan had already become a streak of white lightning, charging in from another direction.

His target wasn’t the corpse that had already been blown apart.

It was Rohanix’s remaining soul.

White lightning surged wildly from Ethan’s palm, like a giant net snapping tight in an instant, forcibly wrapping up what was left of Rohanix’s spirit.

Then the thunderlight twisted inward once—

That soul didn’t even have room to struggle before it was torn into fragments on the spot.

Only then did the world begin to quiet down, inch by inch.

The aftershocks in the high sky were still spreading slowly, and the shattered spatial seams still hadn’t fully closed, but the fiercest fighting was over.

The powerhouses Elysion had sent this time had all fallen. The remaining soldiers, too, were wiped clean during that window by Emerald Castle’s forces.

Not one left alive.

Ethan gradually evened out his breathing and lifted his eyes, sweeping the surroundings once.

Energy aftershocks still drifted outward in thin waves. Ragged spatial cracks still hung open. The air was still thick with the stench of blood and scorched power.

But the initiative on this battlefield had fallen completely into Emerald Castle’s hands. His people were still cleaning up the last remnants, the fleet formation was being reorganized, and everyone had already snapped out of that slaughter and back into forward-march mode.

Ethan didn’t stay here long.

Once he confirmed their situation was stable, he led everyone forward again.

At the same time, inside the palace at Elysion’s core, the atmosphere had been pressed to the brink.

Supreme Deity Zyraeth sat high above, his face so dark it was terrifying.

His rage didn’t explode into an immediate roar. Instead, it was pressed into his eyes first—dragging the entire great hall down with it.

It was as if an invisible hand was pushing on the air itself. Everyone in the hall kept their heads lowered, breathing as lightly as they could.

After a moment, Zyraeth finally spoke.

"So you’re telling me... those Emerald Castle monkey whelps actually dared to launch an attack on us?"

His voice wasn’t loud.

But every word that landed felt like it smashed into the hearts of everyone in the hall.

No one dared answer right away.

The people below were silent as the grave, faces stiff, not even daring to raise their eyes.

They clearly hadn’t expected Emerald Castle to be bold to this extent—to truly lead an army all the way into Elysion.

This wasn’t a normal provocation.

Elysion itself was an unbelievably powerful world. In a sense, it was almost a holy land in everyone’s minds. Yet now, a world they considered beneath notice had come knocking on their door.

This wasn’t just a challenge to Zyraeth’s authority.

It was a challenge to the authority of all Elysion.

Just as the dead silence in the great hall was being pressed to the point of suffocation, a figure stepped out from the crowd.

He was an incredibly burly man, shoulders and back broad as a wall. He’d only taken a single step when his power spread ahead of him first. That aura was violent and heavy, pressing so hard that even the energy currents inside the hall began to tremble faintly.

What was even harder to ignore was the gemstone embedded in his forehead.

It wasn’t large, yet it faintly radiated a heaven-shattering might.

With only the slightest glimmer, the nearby space warped in tiny ripples.

"Supreme Deity," the man said, his voice rough and blunt. "These bastards have gone too far, choosing this moment to attack. Let me lead an army over there and wipe them all out!"

Zyraeth looked at him, and only then did the rage on his face ease by the thinnest margin.

It wasn’t that it vanished—more like a satisfied acknowledgment of the man in front of him. He didn’t say much. He only nodded once, then flicked a hand, signaling him to leave immediately.

The man didn’t linger either.

The moment he had permission, he pointed out two people right there in the hall, then took them and left at once.

The entire sequence was decisive—clean enough that not a single extra word was wasted.

...

On the other side, Ethan had already led Emerald Castle’s army back to the ruins and turned the place completely into a temporary stronghold.

After the fierce battles that had just ripped through it, the ruins now carried an eerie sense of order.

Warships anchored. Perimeter alert lines spread. Energy equipment was recalibrated. Everyone had a role—no one stood idle. The hastily erected Creature Dwellings had already begun operating as well. New summoning arrays lit up again and again, and wave after wave of fresh troops were replenished at speed.

From above, it no longer looked like a simple relic.

It looked like a war camp rapidly coming back to life.

But at the ruins’ center, the scene was different.

All the Fairy folk had gathered around Feylora, working in a tight ring—repairing, adjusting, guiding the awakened ancient runes over and over.

Using the formation power that seeped from the runes themselves, they pried at the space structure inside the ruins bit by bit, forcibly carving open new passages.

As time passed, more and more spatial channels were opened successfully.

Before long, they’d forced dozens of them into existence.

But none of those channels were stable—let alone controllable.

No one here fully understood what these runes truly did yet, so the tunnels they opened were bizarre. Some were pitch-black inside. Some had twisted, distorted light and shadow. Many gave no hint at all where they led.

They hung in midair, separate from each other, each with a different presence.

No one dared rush in blindly.

But under the group’s constant trials and repeated impact, a breakthrough finally came.

They forcibly opened a passage that truly led straight to Emerald Castle.

The moment that result appeared, everyone’s attention snapped to it.

And then a new problem surfaced immediately.

The direction was right, but the spatial turbulence inside was too severe. It wasn’t the kind of danger that swept past once in a while—it practically filled the entire tunnel.

Forget an army passing through. Even a single person rushing in recklessly could be torn apart on the spot.

So it still couldn’t be used.

Unless they could completely deal with the turbulence inside later, they still couldn’t truly connect to Emerald Castle through it.

Even so, it was enough to make people’s blood surge.

At least they’d found the direction.

More than that—the energy reserves within these ruins were astonishing.

Whether it was rune residue, the fluctuations brought by opening tunnels, or the power saturating this world itself, the entire stronghold remained in a high-energy environment.

And because of that, the losses they’d taken earlier were replenished not long after.

The camp’s momentum wasn’t weaker than when they’d first settled in.

It was stronger.

But that relatively stable state didn’t last long.

While everyone was busy, an aura—overwhelmingly powerful—suddenly rippled in from not far away.

At first it was only a heavy pressure, pushing in slowly from the distance. Then the crushed stones on the ground began to tremble, and the energy flows in midair were dragged into disorder.

By the time the sentries at the perimeter truly looked up, the distant skyline had already been pressed into layer upon layer of trembling ripples.

Not long after, an army arrived right at their doorstep.

Humm—

Rumble—rumble—rumble...

It wasn’t ordinary marching noise, but the thunder of a massive formation advancing together with a host of powerhouses.

The energy high in the sky split apart in front of them on its own. Space itself trembled lightly under the oncoming pressure.