Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory-Chapter 500: A special lifeform

BOOM!

Rumble rumble rumble...

The moment Ethan and Karaxes clashed, a shockwave exploded outward, tearing through the battlefield like a hurricane.

Karaxes staggered back, eyes wide with disbelief.

"What...? How is this possible?"

He hadn’t expected this. Not even close.

When The Dark Sovereign showed him Ethan’s image in the crystal orb, he’d assumed the guy was just another weak human—an insect to be crushed underfoot.

But now?

Now he was realizing just how wrong he’d been.

"I didn’t think a lowly worm like you could wield this kind of power," Karaxes growled, his voice laced with venom. "But it doesn’t matter. It’s still useless. I’ll show you what real power looks like."

A thick wave of death energy surged from his body, dark and suffocating. The runes on his massive axe lit up—dozens of them, glowing with a hellish red light.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The runes pulsed like they were alive, each one radiating a chilling aura that made the air feel like it was crawling with invisible claws.

Ethan didn’t dare take that head-on. He quickly leapt back, putting distance between them.

But before he could fully retreat, the death energy around Karaxes twisted and writhed—and suddenly, dozens of shadowy hands shot out from the black mist, grabbing Ethan by the arms and legs.

"What the hell—?!"

The hands yanked him forward with terrifying force, dragging him straight toward Karaxes.

At the same time, the two armies had already collided in a brutal melee.

The armored demon soldiers Karaxes brought with him were even stronger than the ones Velissa had led before. Their armor was thicker, their strikes heavier, and their coordination tighter.

The battlefield was chaos—screams, steel, magic, and blood.

From the very first clash, casualties piled up on both sides.

Ethan gritted his teeth as he stared down Karaxes. This wasn’t just some oversized brute—this guy was dangerous. His level might be similar to Ethan’s, but the weird, unpredictable abilities he kept pulling out were a serious problem.

Ethan took a deep breath, steadying himself.

Then, with a roar, he unleashed a surge of power from deep within. The energy sphere in his hand pulsed brighter, denser—then he hurled it straight at Karaxes.

"Die already!"

Karaxes just laughed, his voice twisted and manic. "You think that’s enough to kill me, you pathetic insect?! I’ll rip you apart!"

His blood-red eyes flared, and the death aura around him thickened, almost like a living thing.

The two of them clashed again in midair, trading blow after blow—dozens of strikes in mere seconds. Sparks flew, shockwaves cracked the ground, and the air itself seemed to scream.

When they finally broke apart, Ethan was panting hard, sweat dripping down his face.

Karaxes, on the other hand, looked like he was just getting started.

The death energy clinging to him wasn’t just corrosive—it was devouring Ethan’s power bit by bit. Every time they clashed, it leeched more of his strength, draining him like a parasite.

If this kept up, Ethan wouldn’t last much longer. His energy would be completely consumed, and he’d be left helpless.

Karaxes grinned, his voice booming with cruel delight. "Hahaha! You’re nothing but a bug squirming in the dirt. This is where you die!"

Ethan narrowed his eyes, ignoring the taunts.

He didn’t have time to waste.

He quickly pulled up the system interface, scanning Karaxes for any weaknesses.

The guy’s stats were insane—way beyond Velissa’s.

But what really stood out was his power type.

A hybrid.

Karaxes wasn’t just using one kind of energy—his attacks were a chaotic fusion of multiple elements. Death, fire, shadow, maybe even more. Every time he struck, those forces exploded together in unpredictable ways.

He wasn’t just a powerhouse—he was a walking disaster.

A special lifeform.

And that made him a nightmare to fight.

There was no single counter-strategy. No elemental weakness to exploit. No obvious pattern to his attacks.

He was chaos incarnate.

And Ethan was going to have to get creative if he wanted to survive.

BOOM!

RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE... 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

The moment Ethan’s blade struck Karaxes, a violent shockwave tore through the battlefield. The impact was so intense it sent cracks spiderwebbing across the ground.

Ethan’s eyes narrowed as he studied the data flashing across his interface. Then—he saw it.

Karaxes wasn’t a solid being.

He was a gaseous lifeform—his true essence was a soul-like entity, and the armor he wore wasn’t just for protection. It was his vessel. His prison. Without it, he had no form.

Ethan’s mind flashed back to the last time he fought the armored demon soldiers. Back then, all it took was shattering their armor to destroy the soul inside. No armor, no anchor.

And that gave him an idea.

Without hesitation, a massive, crude-looking greatsword appeared in his hand. He hurled it with all his strength.

The blade looked rough, even primitive—but it was packed with raw, explosive energy.

Karaxes didn’t even flinch. He let the weapon slam into his chest, confident in his armor’s invincibility.

But the moment the blade made contact—

BOOM!

It detonated, blasting a small hole straight through the armor.

Karaxes’s eyes went wide.

That wasn’t supposed to happen.

His armor was forged in the depths of Inferno, reinforced with layers of death magic. It wasn’t supposed to break. Ever.

But now, a crack had formed—and that meant his soul was exposed.

If the armor failed completely, his power would start leaking out. And once that happened, he’d weaken fast.

Ethan saw the damage and grinned.

He summoned another greatsword.

SWOOSH!

He had plenty more where that came from—these were weapons left behind by fallen Behemoths. Their bodies might’ve vanished after death, but their weapons remained. Ethan had collected every last one.

Now, he was unloading his entire arsenal.

Each blade he threw was infused with devastating energy—both physical and magical.

WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Karaxes staggered backward, panic flashing across his face.

"Damn it!" he roared, his voice cracking with fury.

He’d never seen an attack like this before. Each weapon exploded on impact, bypassing his magical defenses and tearing into his armor.

He tried to throw up a barrier—an arcane shield of death energy—but it was useless. The weapons detonated on contact, blasting through the shield and hammering his armor.

He stumbled back, armor cracking, his death aura flickering.

And just when he was trying to regroup—

BAM!

A fist slammed into his back.

Cicero had been waiting for the perfect moment.

He’d learned from their last battle with The Dark Sovereign’s forces—physical attacks worked better than magic. So he’d been holding back, charging up a full-force strike.

And it landed.

CRACK!

A massive rupture split open across Karaxes’s back. Black mist and soul energy hissed out like steam from a broken pipe.

"It’s working!" Cicero shouted, eyes blazing with excitement.

He pulled back for another punch—

But Karaxes was ready this time.

BOOM!

The leaking death energy and soul essence surged together, forming a massive spectral fist that collided with Cicero’s own.

The impact sent Cicero flying back, his arms burning with corrosive energy.

But before Karaxes could recover—

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

A dozen more greatswords exploded across his chest.

His armor, once seemingly indestructible, shattered piece by piece—until finally, it disintegrated completely, scattering into the air like ash.

Ethan didn’t hesitate.

He charged forward, ready to finish it.

But then—

WHOOOM!

A pulse of blood-red energy erupted from Karaxes’s exposed form, blasting Ethan backward like a ragdoll.

Even Cicero, still recovering, was caught in the shockwave and thrown to the ground.

"What the hell is that?!" Cicero gasped, staring at his hands. His skin was sizzling, like it was being eaten away by acid.

Karaxes’s voice twisted into something monstrous, inhuman.

"You fools... Did you really think that armor was my body?" he snarled, his voice echoing with madness. "That was a seal. A prison. And now that it’s broken... you’ll witness my true form."

WHOOOM!

Blood-red light exploded from his body, swirling into the sky and forming a massive, demonic silhouette—twisting, writhing, radiating pure malice.

Ethan’s eyes widened.

He hadn’t meant to, but he’d just broken the seal that had been holding Karaxes back.

And now... they were in serious trouble.

But before he could react—

CRASH!

A blinding golden light streaked across the sky and slammed straight into Karaxes’s chest.

SSSSSSHHHHHHHHHH!

The impact ignited his body in a roaring inferno. Flames surged around him, burning away the blood-red energy. Karaxes screamed—a high-pitched, agonized shriek that echoed through the Dungeon.

"NO! This can’t be! You insects—how could you possibly know how to kill me?!"

Ethan turned toward the source of the golden fire.

It was Seraphina.

She hovered in the air, wings blazing with emerald and gold flame, her eyes locked on Karaxes with deadly focus.

She’d figured it out.

She knew how to kill him.

And now, the tide had turned.

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