Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 217: Killing The Vampire General [Part 1]

Warlock Ch 217. Killing The Vampire General [Part 1]

Varak countered with a powerful [Ward Mastery], the translucent red shield pulsating with dark energy. Fenrith collided with the barrier, its heads snapping and growling as it tried to break through. Raven's talons scraped against the shield, sending sparks flying but failing to penetrate.

"Cute pets," Varak sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "But they're not enough."

Damian gritted his teeth. He knew he had to step it up. He dismissed the spear, raising his hands as he summoned [Infernal Javelins]. The flaming projectiles appeared around him, their heat warping the air. He launched them in rapid succession.

Varak dodged them. The impact sent shockwaves through the room. One javelin pierced through, grazing Varak's shoulder and leaving a sizzling burn. The vampire hissed in pain, his rage flaring.

"You'll regret that!" Varak snarled, his tendrils lashing out again. This time, they struck Fenrith, wrapping around one of its necks and yanking it to the ground. The wolf howled in pain but didn't give up, its other two heads snapping at the tendrils with relentless fury.

Meanwhile, Damian had his own problems. His [Silence Stone] timer was ticking down, and he could feel the time pressing on him. Reinforcements could arrive any second unless Evelyn or Cassius reached him first. He needed to end this—fast.

"Enough playing around," Damian muttered, activating [Spectral Surge]. His body glowed faintly with energy as his speed and strength skyrocketed. He dashed toward Varak, summoning his [Dark Chains]. The chains erupted from the ground, wrapping around Varak's legs and arms, immobilizing him.

Varak roared, his blood magic flaring as he tried to break free. Crimson tendrils lashed out wildly, smashing into the walls and ceiling. The room trembled under the force, chunks of stone raining down as the battle escalated.

Damian took advantage of the opening, summoning [Hellfire Spear] again. He gripped the weapon tightly, the flames roaring as he charged Varak. The spear struck true, piercing through the remnants of Varak's barrier and slamming into his chest. The impact sent the vampire sprawling, blood spraying from the wound.

But Varak wasn't done. Even as he hit the ground, his blood coalesced into dozens of razor-sharp shards, shooting toward Damian in a deadly barrage. Damian barely had time to summon [Shadow Barrier], the translucent shield absorbing the brunt of the attack.

"Persistent bastard," Damian muttered, breathing heavily as he prepared his next move.

Varak staggered to his feet, his chest heaving. "You're strong," he admitted, his tone begrudging. "Stronger than I expected. But strength alone won't save you."

With a guttural roar, Varak unleashed a massive wave of [Vampiric Surge], the force of it shattering what remained of the walls around them. The explosion was deafening, the shockwave knocking Damian back as his barrier absorbed most of the damage. Smoke and debris filled the air, choking the room in darkness.

When the dust began to settle, Damian pushed himself up, coughing as he surveyed the destruction. The walls were gone, leaving the room exposed to the chaos below. He could see the battlefield, the clash of Seraphis's forces against Varak's troops.

Varak stood amidst the rubble, blood dripping from his wounds but his resolve unbroken. His eyes burned with hatred as he glared at Damian. "You've made a grave mistake, warlock."

Damian smirked, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth. "Funny. I was about to say the same thing to you."

Varak sneered, his scar pulling taut as his lips curled back, revealing his gleaming fangs. "You talk big for someone who's barely holding on."

"Barely holding on?" Damian mocked, spinning the [Hellfire Spear] in his hand. Flames crackled with each twist, reflecting off the blood-smeared walls. "Keep telling yourself that while I tear you down."

Varak didn't reply. Instead, he surged forward with [Vampiric Surge] again, his speed blurring as he closed the gap in an instant. A blood-forged blade appeared in his hand, slicing through the air with lethal precision. Damian barely managed to dodge, the edge grazing his shoulder and drawing a thin line of blood.

"Fast," Damian muttered, flipping backward to create distance. He planted his feet and raised a hand, summoning [Infernal Javelins]. The flame-spears hovered in a deadly arc around him before launching toward Varak in quick succession.

Varak's hand shot up, activating two [Ward Mastery]. Double crimson shield formed around him, absorbing the javelins with thunderous impacts. Each strike sent ripples of force through the air, shaking the already crumbling room.

"Is that all you've got?" Varak taunted, stepping through the dissipating flames. "You'll need more than parlor tricks to kill me."

"Oh, don't worry," Damian replied, his voice low and venomous. "I've got plenty more."

He activated [Dark Dominion], the oppressive aura of darkness flooding the room. The effect was immediate. Varak faltered, his movements momentarily sluggish as the Terror seeped into his mind. Damian seized the opportunity, darting forward with [Spectral Surge], his speed turning him into a blur. He struck with the [Hellfire Spear], aiming for Varak's chest.

Varak countered with [Blood Control], his blood forming tendrils that coiled around Damian's spear, slowing its trajectory. The two forces collided in a fiery explosion of red and orange, sending both combatants skidding back.

Blood splattered across the floor, the metallic scent thick in the air. Damian's heart pounded in his ears as he assessed the situation. He had the upper hand for now, but the timer for the Silence Stone was ticking dangerously close to zero. Reinforcements were imminent.

As if on cue, the stone's effect ended, and the sounds of their battle roared to life, echoing throughout the ruined manor. Distant shouts signaled the approach of Varak's forces. Damian braced himself, but before they could arrive, a shimmering barrier encased the room.

"Damian," came a familiar voice. Cassius.

Damian turned to see his ally standing at the edge of the ruined wall, his hand raised as he maintained the barrier. "That should keep the riff raff out," Cassius said, stepping into the room. His face was calm, but his eyes burned with intensity.

"Thanks," Damian said, catching his breath.

Foll𝑜w current novℯls on ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm.