Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 220: Full Boss Mode

Warlock Ch 220. Full Boss Mode

The three-headed wolf charged at Varak, snapping at his massive limbs, while the raven dove toward his face, its claws aiming for the beast's glowing eyes. Varak swatted at them like pests, his roars shaking the ground.

Damian used the distraction to charge up [Void Rift], a swirling black vortex forming beneath the creature's feet. The gravitational pull slowed Varak's movements, but his sheer size and strength allowed him to resist being dragged in entirely.

"Come on," Damian muttered, sweat dripping down his face. His wounds throbbed, and exhaustion weighed heavily on him, but he couldn't stop now. He hurled [Infernal Javelins], the flaming projectiles slamming into Varak's torso and leaving charred craters in their wake.

The beast roared in pain, its massive claw swiping toward Damian. He raised [Shadow Barrier], the translucent shield absorbing the brunt of the impact but shattering under the immense force. Damian was thrown back, crashing into the rubble.

Gritting his teeth, he pushed himself to his feet, blood trickling down his forehead. His vision blurred for a moment, but he forced himself to focus. 'I need an opening.'

Varak roared again. Damian glanced at the battlefield. Evelyn was obliterating reinforcements with her spells, her fury manifesting in storms of fire and lightning. Cassius was holding off the lieutenants.

But none of it would matter if they couldn't bring down Varak.

Damian clenched his fists, his mind racing. Then, a plan formed—a desperate, reckless plan, but it was all he had. He activated [Spectral Surge], his body glowing with renewed energy as he prepared for the final assault.

"Let's end it," Damian muttered, summoning [Shadow Inferno Strike]. Flames and shadows enveloped him as he launched himself at the beast, ready to bring it down or die trying.

The searing energy coalesced into a blinding streak of light as Damian propelled forward. His speed left a trail of flame and darkness, his figure a blur to all but the sharpest eyes. Varak, now a hulking monstrosity, turned his glowing crimson eyes toward the approaching assault and roared. The sheer force of his bellow sent shockwaves across the battlefield.

Damian's strike landed with explosive force, creating a massive detonation that sent debris and flames spiraling in all directions. For a moment, everything was chaos—fire, shadows, and the deafening roar of magic colliding with flesh. When the dust settled, Varak staggered, a massive wound carved into his side, blackened and oozing crimson ichor.

The beast roared in agony, but its monstrous form only seemed to grow more enraged. Varak swiped at Damian with a claw the size of a boulder. Damian activated [Shadow Step], teleporting out of the way just as the claw smashed into the ground, leaving a massive crater where he had been.

Reappearing a safe distance away, Damian landed on shaky legs, his chest heaving as he fought to catch his breath. Blood dripped from several gashes on his arms and legs, and his vision swam. He fumbled at his belt, pulling out a Health Potion and downing it in one swift motion. The familiar warmth of healing magic spread through his body, knitting his wounds and easing the searing pain.

Before he could regroup, Cassius appeared at his side, panting and looking worse for wear. His robes were torn, his face smeared with dirt and blood, but his eyes were sharp and focused. He gulped down a Mana Potion, the glow of restored power flickering around him.

"This is bad," Cassius said grimly, nodding toward Varak, who was rampaging across the ruins of the manor, smashing everything in sight.

Damian wiped the sweat from his brow, his lips twisting into a dry smile. "Yeah, no kidding." He glanced at Cassius and frowned. "Where are your opponents? They all dead already?"

Cassius gestured vaguely toward the battlefield. "Yep. They're all dead."

Damian narrowed his eyes, sensing something off. His gaze shifted toward Varak, who was hunched over, tearing into something with his massive jaws. It took Damian a second to realize—Varak was eating his own lieutenants and comrades. Blood and flesh dripped from his fanged maw as the beast devoured its allies in a frenzy.

Damian's stomach churned, and his eyes widened. "Ew…"

Cassius's expression was grim. "Looks like he's not too picky about his meals."

Evelyn arrived then, stepping out of the swirling chaos with an air of calculated fury. Her cloak was tattered, her hair singed in places. She surveyed the carnage and snorted. "At least we don't need to clean them up."

Damian huffed a bitter laugh. "Yeah, not exactly how I planned this."

Varak roared again, his body surging with crimson mana as the forbidden power of the Dreadheart Shard continued to corrupt and strengthen him. The beast swiped at Fenrith and Raven, sending the three-headed wolf skidding across the battlefield and forcing the Bloodwing Raven to retreat with a shriek.

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Damian clenched his fists. "We can't keep this up. That thing's too strong."

Cassius nodded, his hand glowing as he readied another spell. "What's the plan?"

"We hit him with everything we've got," Damian said, summoning more servants. The ground around him darkened as the Stoneback Golem, Spectral Serpent, and Shadow Servants emerged, their forms solidifying in the dim light.

"Keep him distracted," Damian ordered. "I'll go for the kill."

The servants charged toward Varak, their combined strength creating a coordinated assault that forced the beast to focus on them. The Stoneback Golem tanked a massive claw swipe, its rocky exterior cracking but holding firm. The Spectral Serpent coiled around Varak's legs, restricting his movements, while the Shadow Minion darted in and out, slashing at weak points.

Meanwhile, Damian activated [Dark Dominion], the oppressive aura of darkness spreading across the battlefield. The effect was immediate—Varak's movements slowed, his roars faltering as the Terror seeped into his monstrous mind.

Damian raised his hand, activating [Bloodwell Surge]. The blood of the fallen surged toward him in crimson tendrils, their life force siphoned into his body. His wounds healed further, and his energy replenished as the skill worked its magic.