Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory-Chapter 807: This Is What a War-Built King Looks Like
Malrakk’s laughter cut off the moment the first wave of impact hit.
His pupils shrank sharply.
Because what he saw was—
Emerald Castle’s army hadn’t been overwhelmed.
In fact—
They held the line. Solid. Unshaken.
Their armor gleamed. Formations held tight.
Firepower and energy coordination were so precise, it was almost surgical.
This wasn’t a mob of "lucky low-tier creatures."
This was—
A military force built for war.
Ethan swept a cold gaze across the battlefield.
The vanguard legions were fully engaged now, their forces clashing in the skies and across the ground. The fight was fierce, evenly matched—for now.
But he saw it clearly—
This war wouldn’t be decided by armies.
It would be decided by kings.
The next moment, he didn’t hesitate.
Auri and Idra’s light and shadow flared into view, then instantly merged back into his body.
BZZZT—
Three power sources synced in perfect harmony.
Ethan’s aura surged, his entire being igniting like a core reactor going critical. He shot forward, a streak of light tearing straight into the heart of the battlefield.
High above, Malrakk locked onto the spike in energy the moment it flared.
"Finally lost your patience?"
He sneered, dark energy and death magic coalescing in his hand, forming a massive black scythe.
A second later, he launched forward to meet him.
BOOM—!
The two figures collided midair.
KRA-KOOM—!!
The shockwave exploded outward like a thunderstorm gone berserk. The nearest troops on both sides were thrown like rag dolls, formations shattered in an instant.
This was a direct clash between Tier 28s.
"Malrakk."
Ethan steadied himself, voice low and razor-sharp.
"You should’ve stayed in Calrakk. Coming here—what, tired of living?"
Malrakk’s eyes narrowed.
He hadn’t expected this human to remain so composed after a head-on collision.
"What did you say?!"
Rage swallowed his reason.
WHOOSH—!
A surge of dark, death, and destruction energy erupted from Malrakk’s body—three forces twisting together like venomous serpents, wrapping around Ethan in an instant.
This wasn’t a single-element strike.
It was a true composite kill move.
Any one of those forces alone could level a city.
But right now—
Ethan didn’t flinch.
In fact, his eyes lit up with something dangerously close to excitement.
"Not bad," he murmured.
"These three forces... not just anyone in Emerald Castle can handle them."
"If I break you down and redistribute the pieces—"
"You’d be worth a lot."
The thought barely finished before Ethan’s power exploded.
BOOM—!
A burst of force, like a star core detonating, tore a gap straight through the triple-layered assault.
Malrakk grunted, blasted backward by the shock.
Before he could recover—
SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!
A storm of Energy Discs formed in rapid succession, slicing down like a rain of blades.
Malrakk roared, swinging his scythe wildly. Darkness and destruction surged outward, clashing head-on with the incoming discs.
CLANG!
CLANG-CLANG—!
CRACK!
The sound of metal-on-metal rang out, layered with the eerie groan of space fracturing.
Cracks spiderwebbed through the sky around them, as if the heavens themselves were about to collapse.
Malrakk had indeed reached the peak of Tier 28.
His power was dense, brutal, and carried the weight of an old-world king.
But Ethan—
Wasn’t fighting alone.
With the fusion of three power sources, his Powered Combat Armor was running at full throttle.
And that armor wasn’t just for defense.
It calibrated, amplified, and stabilized his energy output—
Squeezing every drop of power to its absolute limit.
That was why—
Their clash had settled into a strange kind of "balance."
No one could gain the upper hand.
No one could afford to slip.
No one could afford to blink.
No one—except Ethan—was built for this kind of sustained war.
No one knew how long they’d been trading blows.
Eventually, Malrakk was forced back to the edge of the sky.
His breathing had grown ragged. His energy signature was starting to unravel.
He stared hard at the armor wrapped around Ethan, and for the first time, real fear flickered in his eyes.
"Damn it..."
"That thing’s not just armor."
"It’s amplifying you."
If this kept going—
He’d be the one to break first.
"You bastard!" Malrakk roared, teeth clenched.
"Take off that damn turtle shell if you’ve got the guts! Fight me one-on-one!"
Ethan snorted.
Didn’t even bother to answer.
Because—
That was his power.
The armor didn’t make him stronger.
It let him use what was already his.
And now, he wasn’t giving Malrakk a second more to recover.
All three power sources ignited at once.
The sky dimmed for a heartbeat.
A massive Energy Disc began to form high above—larger than any before. Its edges spun so fast they seemed to shred the very light around them.
Ethan raised his hand.
And then—
Brought it down.
Hard.
Malrakk’s breath hitched.
His rhythm broke.
He had never imagined that a "newly risen force" could push him this far.
The moment that Energy Disc took shape, he knew—
He couldn’t dodge it.
Panic surged. Instinct took over.
He threw himself backward, yanking every last scrap of power from his core to form a thick, desperate barrier in front of him.
His final trump card.
The last shield of the King of Calrakk.
But the next sound wasn’t an explosion.
It was a tear.
A deep, sickening rip—like something fundamental had been split apart.
CRACK.
The Energy Disc came down.
And the barrier split like water under a blade.
Space itself fractured along the disc’s edge, cracks spidering outward like the sky had been torn open.
"What—?!"
Malrakk didn’t even have time to react again.
SWISH!
The Energy Disc was already at his chest.
Nowhere to run.
Nowhere to hide.
He gritted his teeth, pouring everything into his arms, trying to block it head-on.
But that wasn’t resistance.
It was delay.
The disc stalled for a breath—
Then pushed forward.
SPLURCH—
His arms were severed. Flesh, bone, and energy burst apart.
The disc didn’t stop.
It drove deep into his chest.
And in that instant, every ounce of strength holding him upright collapsed.
Thick, brown blood dripped onto the shattered earth with a heavy, wet sound.
Drip.
Drip.
Malrakk crashed to the ground, hard.
He didn’t even have the strength to twitch.
His aura was collapsing fast—like a mountain with its core hollowed out.
Ethan landed in front of him.
His footsteps were light.
But to Malrakk, they hit like thunder.
His pupils shrank to pinpricks.
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