Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory-Chapter 811: Who Gave You Permission?
As for Ethan himself—
He didn't have a so-called "clear racial advantage."
But that was exactly the point.
Every power fused within him had already proven capable of bearing the weight of laws.
So when the blood-red energy surged into his body, it didn't try to take over.
It simply—
Got pulled into a resonance that had already been in motion.
Destruction. Rage. Dragonkin. Elven. Elemental…
Each of these forces, already powerful to the point of imbalance, were awakened at once—stacked, restructured, and re-aligned under the pressure of the crimson energy.
Not bloated.
Integrated.
In that moment, Ethan's entire aura underwent a fundamental shift.
Boom.
Boom.
Boom.
The space beneath his feet collapsed inch by inch, like the world itself was recalibrating to account for his presence.
And all of it—
Was clearly visible to the creature still trapped inside the energy barrier.
Its pupils shrank violently. For the first time, real fear twisted across its face.
This wasn't just a power gap.
This was—
The very rules it relied on unraveling.
Then—
BOOM!!
The blood-red barrier suddenly caved inward from one direction.
A massive void was forcibly torn open.
Standing at its center—was Feylora.
She hovered in midair, arms slightly spread.
No explosive aura.
No crushing pressure.
But her presence alone felt like a runaway node—something the system couldn't contain.
The blood-red energy wasn't being stolen by her.
It was—
Being pulled toward her against its will.
Her body was like a natural vessel.
No matter the energy's tier or law alignment, the moment it entered her perception range, it was instantly broken down, absorbed, and recompressed.
That thick, ancient barrier—strong enough to tank the Sky Fortress's main cannon—was now collapsing like a shell with its spine ripped out.
Crack—
Fractures spread.
The void widened.
She lifted her head, eyes cold.
"You think something like you is even worth my master's time?"
As the words fell—
That wild, singular force inside her fully erupted.
The blood-red barrier couldn't hold its form any longer.
The warriors of Emerald Castle didn't waste a second.
They surged through the breach in unison.
The battlefield tilted instantly.
The stitched-together creature panicked.
It had never imagined Allhallow Mount's defenses would collapse this fast.
In desperation, it opened its mouth and spat out a blood-red energy orb, launching it high into the sky.
BOOM—
The orb exploded in midair.
A signal flare.
A call for reinforcements.
Moments later, the mountains began to tremble.
One after another, twisted figures emerged from the valleys.
Their forms were deformed, grotesque—like failed experiments crudely sewn together.
But their power—
Was real.
After years of feeding on the mountain's energy, their bodies had been strengthened to unnatural extremes.
However—
The moment they entered the battlefield, the difference was obvious.
Their power was raw, chaotic, and completely unrefined.
They had no real combat experience.
Meanwhile, the warriors of Emerald Castle had been forged in countless wars—true killing machines.
And on top of that—
They were clad in Powered Combat Armor.
Their strength was precisely amplified.
Their defenses pushed to the limit.
Their coordination, rhythm, and tactics were on a completely different level.
From the very first clash—
The outcome was never in doubt.
The blood-soaked valley was cleared in no time.
By the time Ethan led his forces into the heart of the mountain range, the remaining monsters had already lost the will to fight. They scattered in all directions, fleeing in panic.
No one dared stand in their way.
The mine was fully exposed before them.
And it was breathtaking.
Mountains of blood-red ore stretched across the cavernous space, each chunk radiating a dense, pure pulse of power.
Ethan stood still, his breath quickening despite himself.
He knew exactly what this meant.
These weren't just resources.
They—
Could directly enhance Emerald Castle's legions.
Could serve as core energy sources for the Powered Combat Armor.
Could even be installed into the Sky Fortress, powering it as a world-class weapon platform.
This wasn't a mine.
It was—
A power source capable of rewriting the rules of war.
Ethan slowly clenched his fist.
In his eyes, a fire of true ambition ignited.
He didn't hesitate.
He gave the order immediately.
"Start extracting the ore."
The moment the words left his mouth, Emerald Castle's members sprang into action.
The blood-red crystals were carefully pried loose, sealed, and transported to the Sky Fortress in batches.
But—
Before the operation could gain momentum, the sky above them suddenly shifted.
It wasn't an energy surge.
It was the sensation of space itself being forcibly compressed.
The air grew heavy. Even the light seemed to dim.
BZZZZZMMM—!
A strange, low-frequency hum exploded across the sky.
The reaction from Emerald Castle was instant. Instinct kicked in—over half their elites shot into the air, forming a defensive perimeter above the mine.
And then—
A figure stepped out from the twisted sky.
"—Who gave you permission to mine here?"
The voice wasn't harsh, but it carried the weight of judgment—like the world itself was subject to his ruling.
Ethan stepped forward from the crowd, brow furrowing slightly.
The figure still looked humanoid.
But that was just a shell.
The aura rolling off him was deeply wrong.
Darkness. Death. Blood.
Three forces that should never coexist were fused into a grotesque equilibrium around him.
From a distance, he looked like a war god dragged straight out of hell.
But what truly caught Ethan's attention—
Wasn't the aura.
It was the thing pulsing in the man's chest.
A golden core of energy, glowing with a steady, radiant rhythm.
Like a heart—sealed, preserved, and still beating.
Ethan's gaze sharpened instantly.
Now he was interested.
In truth, the blood-red ore had never been his real goal at Allhallow Mount.
It was this—
The golden core energy that ruled over the mine itself.
Last time, even absorbing a tiny fragment of it had triggered a structural leap in his body—recalibrating his racial potential entirely.
If he could get more—
It wouldn't just be about leveling up.
It would reshape all of Emerald Castle.
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