Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives

Chapter 109: Life and Death Battle

Warlock Ch 109. Life and Death Battle

"[Shadow Step!]" Damian called, his form dissolving into darkness before reappearing to Malthus's side. The warlock's smirk faltered slightly, just enough for Damian to exploit.

"[Dark Bolt!]" Damian shouted, his fist crackling with dark energy as he drove it toward Malthus's face. The punch landed clean, the impact resounding through the room like a thunderclap.

[Malthus] took 940 damage.

Malthus stumbled back, shock flashing across his face for the first time. He wiped his lip, his fingers coming away with a smear of blood. "Well," he muttered, his voice lower now, almost dangerous. "I didn't see that coming."

Damian didn't let up. He surged forward, aiming another punch straight at Malthus's jaw. This time, Malthus was ready. With a movement almost too fast to track, Malthus caught Damian's fist in mid-air. The force of the impact sent a shockwave rippling outward, shaking the room, but Malthus remained steady, his grip unyielding.

"Interesting," Malthus said, his smirk returning, though strain flickered in his arm. "You're full of surprises, aren't you?"

"Plenty," Damian growled, summoning a [Hellfire Spear] in his free hand. The weapon appeared with a burst of heat, the flames licking hungrily at the air. Without hesitation, Damian launched the spear toward Malthus, aiming to cleave him in two.

Malthus stepped back, narrowly dodging the strike. The spear's flames grazed his robes, leaving scorch marks on the fabric and the floor where it struck. He glanced at the damage, a flicker of annoyance crossing his face. "You're bolder than I expected," he said, his tone colder now. "But boldness alone won't save you."

Damian pressed the attack, activating [Spectral Surge] to blur his movements. Afterimages surrounded him as he launched into a flurry of strikes.

"[Arcane Bolt!]" Damian shouted, releasing a point-blank blast aimed directly at Malthus's chest.

[Malthus] took 300 damage.

The blast connected, pushing Malthus back a step. The smirk on his face faltered, replaced by a grim expression as he wiped another smear of blood from his lip. His eyes darkened, and the temperature in the room seemed to drop.

"Impressive," he admitted, his voice quieter now, but no less menacing. "But you're still out of your depth."

Malthus raised a hand, dark energy crackling around him like a storm. The sigils on the walls flared brighter, their oppressive energy pressing down on Damian like a physical weight. His limbs felt heavy, his movements sluggish. It was like the very room was trying to crush him.

'Damn it,' Damian thought, gritting his teeth as he struggled to stay on his feet. 'I have to finish this before he—'

A deafening roar cut through his thoughts. Damian's eyes darted to the side just in time to see the Umbra Devourer breaking free of the chains he'd bound it with. The creature's many glowing eyes burned with fury, its massive form charging toward him with renewed determination.

"Back for round two?" Damian muttered, his eyes flicking between Malthus and the towering Umbra Devourer. The oppressive energy in the room was like a weight pressing down on his shoulders, but he refused to let it break him.

The Umbra Devourer lunged again, its claws glowing with dark energy as it swiped at him. Damian dodged, activating [Spectral Surge] to blur his movements, leaving afterimages that confused the creature just enough to buy him time.

'I need to stop this thing before it overwhelms me,' Damian thought, his mind racing. He didn't have the power to defeat the Devourer outright—not in this place, not under these conditions—but he could slow it down.

Damian's warlock mark flared to life, glowing faintly as he raised his hand. "[Dark Dominion]!" he shouted, the room plunging into shadow as a wave of dark energy erupted from him, expanding outward and enveloping the Umbra Devourer.

[Umbra Devourer is ensnared. Continuous damage applied: 45 per second.]

[Umbra Devourer inflicted with Terror. Movement slowed by 20%.]

The creature roared, its many glowing eyes blinking erratically as the dark energy surrounded it, pressing in on all sides. Its movements became sluggish, its form flickering as if struggling to maintain cohesion.

'It won't hold for long, but it's enough,' Damian thought, turning his attention back to Malthus. The warlock was standing at the edge of the dark aura, his smirk unfaltering as he watched Damian with sharp, calculating eyes.

"Impressive," Malthus said, his voice dripping with mockery. "You've managed to stall my pet. But what's your plan now, little warlock? You can't win this."

"Plans are overrated," Damian shot back, summoning the [Hellfire Spear] once more. This time, he didn't throw it like before. Instead, he gripped it tightly, the heat radiating from the weapon making his hands tingle. The spear wasn't just a spell now—it was his weapon.

Malthus raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Oh? Trying something new? How bold."

Damian didn't respond. Instead, he activated [Shadow Step] again, his form dissolving into darkness and reappearing behind Malthus in an instant. The warlock barely had time to react before Damian swung the [Hellfire Spear], its flaming edge cutting through the air.

The blade connected with Malthus's back, the searing heat tearing through his robes and burning into his flesh.

[Malthus] took 1,250 damage.

Malthus stumbled forward, his smirk finally faltering as pain flashed across his face. "You're starting to annoy me," he growled, his tone colder now. He turned to face Damian, dark energy crackling around his hands.

"That's the idea," Damian said, gripping the spear tightly as he prepared for the next strike.

Malthus lunged forward, his movements faster than Damian had anticipated. The two clashed in a flurry of blows—Malthus's dark energy meeting the fiery edge of Damian's spear. Each strike sent shockwaves through the room, the sigils on the walls flaring brighter with every collision.

"You're persistent," Malthus said, his voice strained as he blocked another strike from Damian. "But persistence isn't enough to—"

Damian cut him off with a swift kick to the chest, sending Malthus staggering backward. He followed up with a quick thrust of the spear, aiming for Malthus's midsection.

Malthus twisted, narrowly avoiding the attack. He retaliated with a blast of dark energy, forcing Damian to activate [Shadow Barrier] to absorb the hit.