Chapter 112: Arcadia’s Magic Laboratory

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Chapter 112 of "Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory" commences with: Chapter 112: Arcadia’s Magic LaboratoryAs far as the eye could see, the once-mighty defensive force... Don’t miss the next part!

Chapter 112: Arcadia’s Magic LaboratoryAs far as the eye could see, the once-mighty defensive force of the Colossal Gold Mine—which should have numbered in the hundreds of thousands—had been utterly decimated. It was as if the entire battlefield had been wiped clean, with over ninety percent of the troops completely gone! The only ones still standing? At the very least, they were all 9th-Tier Champion Units or higher! As for anything below 9th Tier? Completely obliterated. Not a single one left alive. The Soul Sentinels who had somehow survived Elyra’s two rounds of nuclear-level area attacks were barely clinging to life. They were in horrific shape, battered and broken—one foot already in the grave. Even if Elyra’s bombardment hadn’t outright killed them, it had gutted their health bars. At this point, all it would take was a few more hits—just a little more pressure—and they’d crumble. Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! Suddenly, from the ground beneath them, countless vines erupted, tearing through the battlefield with a deafening roar! They shot up like whip-cracking death blades, slicing through the air at terrifying speeds, lunging straight for the remaining Soul Sentinels! THUD! THUD! THUD! The vines moved too fast, their attacks too vicious—like the scythes of the Grim Reaper, striking before the eye could even register them. Wherever they passed, devastation followed. It was impossible to count exactly how many vines Eldorin’s Entangling Roots had summoned, but at a glance? Easily in the hundreds. Now, just imagine—hundreds of massive, powerful Treant vines rampaging across the battlefield. It was pure annihilation. BANG! BANG! BANG! Eldorin kept pushing forward, his vines tearing through even 9th-Tier Champion Units—and not just them. Even Royal Units were falling, swallowed up by the relentless onslaught. And at that very moment— The 11th-Tier Unicorn, the 12th-Tier Wyvern Monarchs (2 of them), and the 12th-Tier Naga Queen (1) all entered the battlefield! Meanwhile, the 12th-Tier Cyclops Kings (2 of them)? They were kicking back comfortably in the rear, launching long-range attacks—sniping from a safe distance. The Soul Sentinels defending the Colossal Gold Mine still had a decent number of high-tier units left— Dozens of 11th-Tier Cyclops and 12th-Tier Cyclops Kings, and hundreds of 9th-Tier Rocs and 10th-Tier Thunderbirds. But after enduring wave after wave of brutal bombardment? Every single one of them was injured. Their combat effectiveness had plummeted. And they had one fatal weakness— As Soul Sentinels, they didn’t benefit from any heroic buffs. On top of that, their maximum power was only about seventy percent of what it had been in life. Now, with their bodies wrecked and their peak condition long gone, their combat strength had dropped like a rock. At this point? They probably weren’t even at half the power of a normal unit of the same tier and race... Meanwhile, the Emerald Castle army was thriving under Seraphina’s near-luxurious, over-the-top stat boosts! With their power surging while the enemy’s dwindled, the gap in combat strength had widened to several times over! And the biggest problem for the Colossal Gold Mine’s remaining defenders? Whether it was the 11th-Tier Cyclops or the 12th-Tier Cyclops Kings, they were all ranged units—completely useless in close combat. In other words? They were screwed. Why? Simple. Eldorin’s hundreds of roots and vines had created an impenetrable fortress around the Emerald Castle army. Any incoming ranged attacks? Intercepted. Shot down. Neutralized before they could even land. Unless Eldorin ran out of energy... but come on—Treants were literally famous for their endurance. For him to actually exhaust himself in a battle like this? That would take at least half a day. And by then? The fight would’ve been long over. This was exactly where the terrifying power of an Orange Legendary Hero shined at its absolute peak—flawless, overwhelming, unstoppable! "Looks like I really underestimated their combat strength..." Ethan murmured, watching the battle unfold. "At this rate, I don’t even need to bring regular troops. Just Seraphina and the other three could slowly grind down the entire Colossal Gold Mine defense force on their own..." One warrior standing against an entire army. Before, he had only been able to imagine battles like this. His perspective had been too limited to truly grasp what such a fight would look like. But now? Seeing it with his own eyes? He realized just how narrow-minded he had been. This battle—they weren’t even going all out yet. And still? They were crushing it. Effortlessly. What did that mean? It meant that even if the Colossal Gold Mine’s defense force doubled—hell, even if it tripled—they still wouldn’t lose. Crimson Ultimate. Orange Legendary. This was power on a godlike level. The ultimate weapons of the realm. "ROAR!" "You’re all too weak! Just die already!" BOOM! At that moment, in the distance, Seraphina—locked in a brutal clash with the three 14th-Tier Ancient Behemoths—suddenly unleashed her full power! With unstoppable force, she slammed one of the Ancient Behemoths to the ground, her dragon claws tearing into its flesh. Then—BANG! With a single devastating strike, she crushed its skull, obliterating its brain in an instant! Splat! A torrent of blood burst forth like a broken dam, splattering across Seraphina’s body. But rather than cooling her battle fervor, it only fueled her even more. With a single, decisive strike, she tore through the Ancient Behemoth’s skull, reducing its massive body to nothing but shredded remains beneath her razor-sharp dragon claws. Now, of the three 14-Tier Mythic Units—the Ancient Behemoths—only two remained. But so what if they were Mythic Units? So what if they were Ancient Behemoths? If Seraphina could kill one, she could just as easily take down two. Or three. "Whoosh!" Activating Sacred Realm once more, she teleported instantly, reappearing beside the next Ancient Behemoth. With a single swipe of her massive claws, she seized its head—then unleashed a devastating Venomous Dragon Breath. BOOM! A torrent of toxic flames engulfed the already battered creature, its wounds worsening in an instant. Blood gushed from its body, its flesh sizzling as the venom ate away at it, corroding and melting through its thick hide. Gaping, gruesome holes appeared in its body, exposing raw, mangled flesh. "ROAR!" The last remaining Ancient Behemoth let out a deafening bellow, its eyes turning blood-red with fury. A terrifying surge of power erupted from its massive frame. Its claws, in particular, gleamed with a blinding, destructive light— That was its innate ability— Berserker Strike! A devastating attack that ignored all defenses and dealt double damage. BAM! The Behemoth’s claw slammed into Seraphina with earth-shattering force. Blood sprayed into the sky, painting the battlefield crimson. And yet— She didn’t even flinch. Not. One. Step. Seraphina glanced down at the wound, then scoffed. "That’s it? That was supposed to hurt? Please—felt more like a damn tickle." Her eyes flashed with fury. "Now get the hell out of my way!" With a furious roar, she spun around—her dragon tail whipping through the air like a steel whip— CRACK! The impact sent the Ancient Behemoth flying like a cannonball, smashing it straight into the Colossal Gold Mine’s mountain wall. BOOM! The entire battlefield trembled. The ground split apart, cracks snaking across the earth. The very mountain itself shattered, revealing a massive vein of gold beneath the rubble—its once-glorious shine now tainted with blood. But Seraphina wasn’t done. Not even close. She turned her attention back to the heavily wounded Ancient Behemoth in front of her. And then— She ripped it apart. Her claws tore through its flesh like paper, her relentless assault reducing the mighty creature to nothing but shredded remains in mere minutes. As for the last Ancient Behemoth, the one Seraphina had smashed into the gold mine’s mountain wall—its fate uncertain—she wasted no time. Moments later, she dragged it out from the rubble. And then? She beat the living hell out of it. With the final Ancient Behemoth collapsing in a broken heap, the battle was over. Seraphina stood victorious, having lost less than 40% of her health. A flawless victory. "We won!" She let out an exhilarated shout, her blood still pumping from the fight. But before she could fully bask in her triumph, she turned her head toward Cicero’s battlefield—only to be greeted by a familiar, annoyingly smug face. That damn smirk. "What are you looking at?" Cicero teased, his tone light and mocking. "You didn’t actually think I’d be slower than you, did you?" "Hmph!" Seraphina scoffed, clearly annoyed but unwilling to argue. Instead, she leapt toward the remaining enemies—an army of Tier 11 Cyclops and Tier 12 Cyclops Kings, who were barely clinging to life. Time to finish the job. Meanwhile, Cicero stretched lazily, letting out a satisfied sigh. "Alright, that’s a wrap." With a casual flicker of movement, he teleported back to Ethan’s side. "You’re not hurt, are you?" Ethan asked the moment Cicero appeared, his tone carrying a mix of amusement and concern. Cicero chuckled. "Relax, Master. I’m fine." He twirled his Green Dragon Scepter idly in one hand. "Numbers don’t mean much to me. If their individual strength isn’t enough, they don’t stand a chance of even scratching me." Ethan exhaled, relieved. "Good." But then, Cicero’s expression shifted slightly. "Actually, Master, there’s something else." Ethan raised an eyebrow. "What is it?" Cicero tapped the ground with his scepter, his brows furrowing slightly. "There’s something buried beneath this gold mine. It’s not a unit, not a hero... It feels like... magic." "Magic?" Ethan’s eyes flickered with interest. "Then we’re definitely checking it out later." He had absolute trust in Cicero’s abilities. If Cicero said something was down there, then there was definitely something down there. A few minutes later, the battle was completely one-sided—Seraphina butchered the remaining Cyclops forces, bringing the fight to an absolute end. As the dust settled, Ethan made his way toward the Colossal Gold Mine. And then— A system notification rang in his ears. [You have discovered the Colossal Gold Mine. Would you like to claim it?] "Claim." [Congratulations, Player Valkarion! You have successfully claimed the Colossal Gold Mine. This mine will generate 600,000 gold every seven days!] Ethan nodded in satisfaction, then turned toward Eldorin. "Eldorin, use your ability to check beneath the Colossal Gold Mine. Let’s see if there’s really something hidden down there." "Understood." Eldorin nodded and immediately got to work. Moments later, his eyes lit up with excitement. "Lord Ethan! There’s a magic laboratory buried beneath the Colossal Gold Mine!" Ethan blinked in surprise—then his expression shifted to pure excitement. "A magic lab? Seriously? That’s incredible!" He wasted no time. "Eldorin, lead the way. Dig a passage—we’re going in!" "Yes, my lord!" Without hesitation, Eldorin commanded roots and vines to burrow into the earth, carving a path downward. And soon— A hidden magic laboratory, buried deep beneath the mine, was revealed before Ethan’s eyes. Ding! [Congratulations, Player Valkarion! You have discovered Arcadia’s Magic Laboratory...]

Chapter 112: Arcadia’s Magic Laboratory

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