Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 218: Killing The Vampire General [Part 2]

Warlock Ch 218. Killing The Vampire General [Part 2]

Cassius shrugged, his lips twitching into a smirk. "Don't thank me. Just come out alive, or someone will go mad at me."

Damian chuckled darkly. "Noted."

Cassius didn't linger. "I've got company." He turned toward the sound of approaching enemies. Varak's two lieutenants, along with a horde of high-rank vampires, were bearing down on him. With a flick of his wrist, Cassius unleashed [Arcane Barrage], a volley of glowing bolts that streaked toward the enemies, lighting up the night.

Damian glanced at him. "You sure you can handle that?"

"Focus on your fight," Cassius snapped, his tone firm but not unkind. He raised another barrier to deflect a barrage of blood magic from one of the lieutenants. "I'll manage."

Damian turned his attention back to Varak, who was watching the interaction with a mix of irritation and intrigue. "Looks like your friends are loyal," Varak said, his voice dripping with disdain.

"More than I can say for your lackeys," Damian shot back, his hand glowing as he summoned [Dark Chains] again. The chains erupted from the ground, snaking toward Varak. The vampire general dodged, but one chain caught his ankle, pulling him off balance.

Varak snarled, slashing at the chain with his [Dark Blade], severing it with ease. "You think cheap tricks will stop me?"

Damian didn't reply. Instead, he activated [Void Rift], the air distorting as a swirling void formed beneath Varak. The gravitational pull yanked at him, forcing him to fight against the pull. Damian pressed the advantage, launching another set of [Infernal Javelins].

Meanwhile, from the corner of his eye, Damian caught a glimpse of Evelyn. The witch was a whirlwind of destruction, her spells tearing through the reinforcements that should have reached Varak by now. Lightning crackled from her fingertips, striking enemies with unrelenting fury. Flames roared around her, consuming vampires and demons alike.

"Remind me not to piss her off," Damian muttered, cringing as Evelyn decapitated a vampire with a flick of her wrist.

"Eyes on me, warlock!" Varak roared, lunging forward with his blood-forged blade. Damian barely had time to raise [Shadow Barrier], the impact sending cracks through the magical shield.

"Alright, alright," Damian said, gritting his teeth. "You want my attention? Fine!"

He summoned Fenrith and Bloodwing Raven again, the two servants materializing with feral snarls. They launched themselves at Varak, forcing him to divide his attention. Fenrith's claws raked against his armor, while Raven's talons targeted his face.

Damian took the opportunity to charge up his ultimate move. Activating [Shadow Inferno Strike], he channeled the combined power of his skills into a single, devastating attack. Flames and darkness swirled around him as he propelled himself forward at blinding speed.

Varak's eyes widened as the attack bore down on him, too fast to counter. The impact was cataclysmic, the explosion of energy shaking the entire manor. The barrier around the room flickered but held, containing the destructive force.

Once the smoke cleared, Damian stood amidst the rubble, breathing heavily. Varak lay sprawled on the ground, bloodied but alive. The vampire struggled to rise, his movements sluggish.

"Not so tough now, are you?" Damian said, his voice cold and unyielding.

But the fight wasn't over yet. Reinforcements were still fighting to breach Cassius's barrier, and Damian knew the final blow was yet to come. The air was thick with the metallic tang of blood and the acrid stench of burning wood. The fresh wave of pain through his body—bruises forming under his armor, shallow cuts stinging from where Varak's attacks had grazed him. He gritted his teeth, ignoring it all.

Varak stood across the ruined hall. His chest heaved from exertion, but the feral gleam in his eyes made it clear he was far from done. Blood tendrils coiled around his arms, writhing like vipers waiting to strike.

"You're still standing," Damian said, his voice calm despite his exhaustion. His [Hellfire Spear] flickered in his hand, its flames dimmed but still deadly. "Guess I'll just have to fix that."

"Bold words," Varak spat, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. "Let's see if your body can keep up with your arrogance."

Varak surged forward with [Vampiric Surge], his speed blinding. Damian braced himself, raising [Shadow Barrier] just in time to deflect the blood-forged blade aimed at his neck. The impact sent a shockwave through the room, cracks spreading through the already damaged walls.

Damian countered with [Dark Bolt], firing the devastating energy blast at point-blank range. The bolt struck Varak's shoulder, tearing through flesh and armor alike, but the vampire barely flinched, his rage fueling his resilience.

From the courtyard below, Damian heard a familiar voice bellowing over the chaos. "Warlock!" It was Seraphis, his tone laced with frustration and—was that jealousy?

Damian didn't bother looking. He knew exactly what the vampire duke's expression would be. Anger and envy. After all, Damian wasn't just fighting Varak—he was doing it on a stage, visible to all, a spectacle Seraphis undoubtedly resented.

"Eyes on me, warlock!" Varak growled, slamming a tendril into Damian's barrier, shattering it. Damian rolled to the side, summoning [Infernal Javelins] and launching them mid-motion. The spears whistled through the air, forcing Varak to dodge, the flames scorching the ground where he stood.

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"You're all talk, Seraphis!" Damian shouted back, smirking. "Maybe if you weren't so busy yelling, you'd be useful!"

Seraphis's glare could practically be felt through the barrier, but Damian didn't care. His focus was on Varak, who had taken advantage of the distraction to close the gap again.

Varak's blade slashed downward, and Damian barely parried with his spear. The force of the impact sent sparks flying, the heat from the Hellfire Spear singing the vampire's hand. Varak hissed but pressed forward, his strength overwhelming.

Damian's muscles screamed in protest as he blocked another strike, then another. Varak's relentless assault drove him back, the ground beneath his boots cracking with each step. He felt the cold, jagged edge of a ruined pillar press against his spine. Cornered.