Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory-Chapter 464: Where the hell was that backup supposed to come from?
Chapter 464: Where the hell was that backup supposed to come from?
In the world of Glory Lords X...
Among the 13-Tier Legendary Units, at the Crimson Ultimate Hero level, reaching level 55 marked the threshold of a second awakening—stepping into the realm of the divine.
But even then, it was just the beginning—the lowest rank within the divine hierarchy: a Lesser Deity.
From there, the tiers climbed:
Level 71 to 80: Intermediate Deity.
Level 81 to 95: Greater Deity.
And beyond level 95, after the third awakening: High Deity.
Which meant...
Seraphina was just three levels away.
Just three more, and she’d hit level 71—crossing into the Intermediate Deity tier.
Ethan didn’t know exactly how much stronger she’d get with that promotion, but come on—it was a full-on divine rank-up. It had to be a serious power boost, right?
And if that was the case...
Then in the upcoming faction war, if Emerald Castle had to go toe-to-toe with the Dungeon faction or even the Inferno faction’s King-tier elites, they’d finally have the firepower—and the confidence—to hold their own.
That thought alone was enough for Ethan to make up his mind.
"Lilith, Elynn—start planning the assault on Malenthia. We don’t have much time left. Three days, tops. We move out by then. Can you handle it?" Ethan’s voice was firm, his expression dead serious.
"Always at your service, my Lord," Elynn replied without hesitation.
"You can count on us. We’ll give it everything we’ve got," Lilith added with a nod.
"Balthazar..." Ethan turned, locking eyes with the towering beast. His gaze sharpened. "We’ve got a fresh batch of Behemoths in the territory. I’m putting them all under your command. And get ready—we’re going to war with Malenthia, and your Behemoth clan will be one of our main forces. I’m counting on you, Balthazar."
"Thank you for your trust and recognition!" Balthazar roared, eyes blazing with battlelust. "You have my word—the fearless Behemoth clan will bring you a victory worthy of legend!"
At the same time, Ethan took a moment to check Balthazar’s updated stats.
[Balthazar]
Tier: 14Tier
Race: Ancient Behemoth
HP: 60,000
Attack: 475
Defense: 380
Damage: 632–780
Potential Rating: A
Overall Evaluation: 14Tier Mythic Ace Unit (74% Progress)
Sure, Balthazar still lagged behind Auremax in terms of evolution progress, and he wasn’t quite on par with Inferno’s Arch Devil Azareth either—but 74% was nothing to scoff at.
In a real fight, unless you were a Crimson Ultimate Hero or higher, you probably didn’t stand a chance against him.
He’d come a long way—at least ten times stronger than when he first joined. Thinking back on all that growth, Ethan couldn’t help but feel a little nostalgic.
He stood up, gave Balthazar a firm pat on the shoulder, then turned and walked away.
"ROAR!" Balthazar watched Ethan’s back as he left, his eyes flickering with emotion. Then he raised both arms and let out a thunderous, earth-shaking roar.
As one of Emerald Castle’s veterans, Balthazar had always wanted to prove himself—for the castle, for Lord Ethan, and for his own kind. But with no Hero Unit among the Behemoths, and with Auremax—another 14Tier Ace Unit—overshadowing him, he’d been forced to keep a low profile for years.
But now? Now the chance had finally come.
And this time... the world would see what the Behemoth clan was truly capable of.
After leaving the war council chamber, Ethan finally turned to Elynn, who had been quietly walking beside him. "Elynn," he asked, his tone low and focused, "how many troops can we actually mobilize right now?"
Elynn’s brow furrowed slightly. "My Lord... I’m afraid our options are pretty limited at the moment," she said carefully. "Prince Cicero and Lord Kyros are both away. The Kirin Legion is still stationed in the Oceanic Realm, and Vaelric’s forces are tied up guarding the Clockwork Citadel in the Plane World..."
She paused, then added, "And as for the garrisons here in Emerald Castle and Sylvanwood... if possible, I’d advise against moving them. We’re already under close watch by the Inferno faction, and their intelligence network is... disturbingly good. If they catch wind of any unusual troop movements, they could strike while we’re exposed."
"If that happens, the consequences could be catastrophic."
Ethan’s expression tightened, a wry smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "So you’re saying Auremax, Oakenmaw, Orryn, and their respective armies—the Gold Dragons, the Ancient War Trees, and the Green Dragons—are all off-limits?"
He understood where Elynn was coming from.
Under normal circumstances, Emerald Castle and Sylvanwood wouldn’t need to be on such high alert. But this wasn’t a normal time.
This was war.
A full-scale faction war.
And their enemy wasn’t the straightforward, muscle-headed Dungeon faction. No—this time, they were up against the cunning, ruthless, and notoriously deceptive Inferno faction.
In a situation like this, they couldn’t afford to slip up. One wrong move, one exposed flank, and it could all come crashing down.
"My Lord," Elynn continued, her voice calm but firm, "I really think we should avoid moving Auremax and the Gold Dragons, or Oakenmaw and the Ancient War Trees. They’re high-profile units, and their numbers are limited. Any shift in their deployment would be noticed immediately."
"But Orryn and the Green Dragons... that might be a different story."
Her eyes gleamed as she laid out her reasoning. "The Green Dragon army is currently our largest elite force—over a thousand strong. Even if we pull out a few hundred, it won’t raise too many eyebrows."
"And Orryn himself—he wasn’t a Crimson Ultimate Hero before. Inferno probably doesn’t see him as a major threat. If we reassign him, it’s unlikely they’ll suspect anything."
"Plus, Green Dragons are far better suited for offensive operations and siege warfare than the Ancient War Trees."
Ethan nodded in agreement.
She was right. The Ancient War Trees were powerhouses in defense and ambush scenarios, but they were slow and ill-suited for fast strikes or sieges.
Right now, if they were going to launch an assault—especially one as risky as attacking Malenthia—they needed units that could hit hard and move fast.
That narrowed it down to four real options: the Behemoths, the Green Dragons, the Gem Dragons, and the Arcane Colossi.
But the Gem Dragons were still deployed in the Oceanic Realm. The Arcane Colossi, while powerful, lacked both Hero and Ace Units, making them less efficient in high-stakes battles.
Which left only the Behemoths and the Green Dragons.
"But just those two..." Ethan muttered, rubbing his temples. "That’s not going to be enough."
He ran the numbers in his head.
The Behemoth forces included 100 units of 14-Tier Ancient Behemoths—Mythic Units—and 300 units of 13-Tier Legendary Behemoths.
The Green Dragons? Just over a thousand 13-Tier Legendary Units. Even if they pulled half of them, that was only 500.
So, in total, they’d be fielding:
100 Ancient Behemoths (14-Tier)
300 Behemoths (13-Tier)
500 Green Dragons (13-Tier)
That was it.
Now compare that to what Malenthia had?
A combined force of 800 Black and Red Dragons—both 13-Tier Legendary Units—and a staggering 9,000 units of 12-Tier Shadow Matriarchs.
On paper, they were already outnumbered in standard troops.
And that wasn’t even factoring in Malenthia herself—a Dungeon King-tier powerhouse.
Even if she wasn’t at the top of that tier, Seraphina alone wouldn’t be able to take her down.
She’d need backup.
But where the hell was that backup supposed to come from?
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