Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives

Warlock Ch 111. Until The End

Malthus staggered to his feet, his hand clutching his wounded shoulder as dark energy crackled around him. His face twisted into a mask of rage, his once-calm demeanor completely shattered. "You'll regret that," he snarled, summoning another surge of power. The air around him shimmered with malevolence, the oppressive weight making it hard for Damian to breathe.

"Bring it," Damian said, his voice hoarse but steady. He gripped the spear tightly, ready for whatever came next.

Malthus didn't hesitate. With a roar, he lunged forward, his hand glowing with dark energy as he reached for Damian's chest. The intent was clear—he was going for the Mana Core. Damian's heart pounded as he saw the fingers reaching for him, the dark energy radiating from them promising a slow, excruciating end.

But Damian didn't retreat. 'This is it,' he thought, his grip on the spear tightening. 'If he wants my core, he's going to have to take it the hard way.'

He thrust the [Hellfire Spear] forward with everything he had, aiming straight for Malthus's midsection. The blade burned brightly, the flames roaring as if responding to Damian's resolve. The moment of impact was a blur—a collision of heat and darkness as the spear drove into Malthus's abdomen.

[Critical Hit!]

[Malthus] took 2,700 damage.

Malthus let out a guttural cry, his body jerking from the force of the hit. The flames of the spear seared into him, the smell of burning fabric and flesh filling the room. But even as Damian's attack landed, Malthus's hand closed around his chest.

Pain like Damian had never felt before tore through him as Malthus's fingers sank into his flesh. It was as if the warlock was reaching not just for his Mana Core but for his very heart. Damian gasped, his vision blurring as blood dripped from the edges of Malthus's grip.

"You think… this is enough to stop me?" Malthus growled, his voice low and strained but still defiant. His hand tightened, and Damian could feel the pull, the sickening sensation of his Mana Core being wrenched from its place.

Damian's knees buckled, but he forced himself to stay upright, gritting his teeth against the overwhelming pain. "No," he managed to say, his voice barely more than a whisper. "But this is."

With a burst of determination, Damian twisted the [Hellfire Spear] inside Malthus's body, the flames surging as he channeled the last of his mana into the weapon. The blade flared brighter, the heat intensifying as it burned through Malthus's defenses.

Malthus's eyes widened, his grip faltering for a split second. Damian used the moment to push forward, driving the spear even deeper.

"Enough!" Malthus roared, his voice filled with both rage and pain. He released Damian, staggering backward as he clutched at the spear embedded in his body. The dark energy around him flickered, the sigils on the walls dimming as his focus wavered.

Damian stumbled, barely catching himself as he dropped to one knee. Blood dripped steadily from the wound in his chest, the pain radiating through his body like fire. His breath came in ragged gasps, his vision blurring as exhaustion and pain dragged at him. He could feel his mana reserves dwindling, the last remnants flickering weakly within him.

Behind him, the Umbra Devourer's guttural roar echoed through the room. The massive shadow creature had broken free of [Dark Dominion], its many glowing eyes locked onto Damian as it prepared to lunge.

'I don't have much left,' Damian thought, gripping the [Hellfire Spear] tightly to keep himself upright. 'I can't fight them both. Not like this.'

The sound of splintering magic drew his attention. His blurry gaze shifted to the edge of the room, where the barrier shimmered and cracked under repeated blows. Beyond it, he could make out two familiar figures—Evelyn and Cassius.

"Damian!" Evelyn's voice was filled with urgency, her hands glowing with magical energy as she slammed them against the barrier. Her expression was a mix of determination and worry.

"Hold on, you idiot!" Cassius barked, his usual stoic demeanor giving way to something fiercer. He raised his hand, summoning a [Hellfire Spear] that slammed into the barrier, creating a web of cracks. "We're getting you out of there."

'Raven… he managed to send the message,' Damian thought, a flicker of relief breaking through the haze of pain. But the barrier was strong, and despite their combined efforts, it would take time to break through.

Malthus's dark laughter cut through the tension, drawing Damian's attention back to his opponent. The warlock staggered but remained standing, his hand gripping the [Hellfire Spear] still embedded in his abdomen. Blood seeped through his robes, but his eyes burned with an unrelenting fury.

"It's too late…" Malthus muttered, his voice dripping with venom as he glared at Evelyn and Cassius. With a flick of his hand, he summoned a swarm of shadow servants. The creatures emerged from the walls outside the barrier, their glowing eyes and jagged claws flashing as they surged toward Cassius and Evelyn.

"Stay back!" Cassius commanded, summoning his own servants to meet the attack. The two forces clashed in a chaotic battle, the sounds of magic and steel echoing through the room.

Evelyn didn't hesitate. She fired a barrage of spells at the barrier, each one cracking the shimmering surface further. "Damian, hold on!" she shouted, her voice tinged with desperation.

But Damian knew they wouldn't break through in time. He turned his attention back to Malthus, who had pulled the spear from his body and tossed it aside. The warlock's aura flared with dark energy, the oppressive weight in the room growing even stronger.

"Let's finish this… Damian," Malthus said, his voice low and dangerous. He raised both hands, the energy around him coalescing into a massive sphere of crackling darkness. The air itself seemed to vibrate with the sheer power radiating from the spell.

At the same moment, the Umbra Devourer lunged toward Damian, its massive form blotting out the dim light of the room.

'This is it,' Damian thought, his grip tightening on the spear. His warlock mark flared to life, the faint glow spreading across his body as he gathered every ounce of strength he had left.