Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 167: Fight Smart And Don’t Die

Warlock Ch 167. Fight Smart And Don't Die

"Ration bars? You mean the kind soldiers eat in long wars?" Damian asked, raising an eyebrow.

Cassius smirked. "Exactly."

Damian let out a resigned sigh, shaking his head. "You've really thought this through."

"I don't want to hear any complaints," Cassius added, his tone firm. "Not a single one. You wanted power, didn't you?"

Damian muttered something under his breath but didn't argue. Complaining would only make things worse, and he wasn't in the mood to give Cassius the satisfaction of winning that argument.

Then, without warning, Cassius reached into his cloak and pulled out a parchment. It was old, the edges frayed and the surface covered in intricate magical inscriptions. When he unrolled it, Damian's eyes widened as he recognized the summoning formation drawn on it.

"No way," Damian muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. His heart raced as he pieced it together. This wasn't just any summoning formation—it was designed to summon high-level monsters. Monsters with levels above 100.

"You've gotta be kidding me," he said, louder this time, his voice tinged with disbelief.

Cassius smirked, a glint of amusement in his eyes. "Do I look like I'm kidding?"

Before Damian could protest, Cassius threw the parchment into the air. "Summon," he said simply.

The parchment glowed as it floated in midair, its runes blazing with an intense light. The summoning formation expanded, casting a brilliant glow across the room. Damian instinctively stepped back, his heart pounding as he watched the magic take shape.

The formation pulsed once, twice, and then a massive shape began to emerge from its center. The glow intensified, and a deafening roar echoed through the hall as the creature fully materialized.

Behemoth <Level 105>

HP: 25,000/25,000

MP: 2,000/2,000

Skills: [Crushing Charge], [Stone Skin], [Earthquake], [Roar of Despair]

Damian stared, his jaw practically on the floor. The Behemoth was enormous, its hulking form covered in rocky plates that shimmered with an earthy glow. Its eyes burned with primal fury, and each step it took shook the ground beneath their feet.

"Are you insane?" Damian shouted, his voice echoing in the hall. "That thing's a level 105 monster! You can't be serious!"

Cassius crossed his arms, his smirk never faltering. "Dead serious. If you want to reach rank A today, this is your ticket."

"I'm a level 74!" Damian snapped, his mind racing as he calculated his odds of survival. "That thing will crush me!"

"Not if you fight smart," Cassius said calmly. "Use your skills. Think strategically. And don't die."

"Great advice," Damian muttered. His mind raced as he scanned the Behemoth, analyzing its strengths and weaknesses. He knew he couldn't take it head-on, not with its sheer size and power. He needed to play this carefully.

The Behemoth roared, the sound reverberating through the hall like a shockwave.

"F this!" Damian cursed, preparing to fight. His hands crackled with energy, his mind racing as he formulated a plan. The Behemoth growled, its massive form bearing down on him, the floor trembling under its weight.

"Let's see how you handle this," Damian muttered under his breath.

He raised his hand, summoning his first ally. "Raven!" A dark swirl of energy appeared, and out came the raven, its blood-red wings flaring as it screeched, the sound echoing through the training hall.

"Go for its weak spots," Damian commanded, his voice sharp. The raven cawed in acknowledgment, darting toward the Behemoth's vulnerable joints.

"Golem!" Damian shouted next, summoning the sturdy creature to the field. The ground cracked and shifted as the golem emerged, its rocky form towering and impenetrable.

"Buy me some time!" Damian ordered, pointing toward the Behemoth. The golem charged forward, meeting the Behemoth head-on with a resounding crash. The impact shook the room, but the golem held its ground, its [Stone Skin] absorbing the brunt of the attack.

"Serpent!" Damian called out, summoning his third ally. A shimmering, ghostly snake coiled into existence, its glowing eyes fixed on the Behemoth.

"Distract it!" Damian commanded. The serpent slithered around the Behemoth with impossible speed, releasing a cloud of [Venomous Mist] that caused the monster to roar in frustration.

The Behemoth roared in rage and threw Golem. It then lunged at Damian as if it knew Damian was their master, its claws tearing through the air. Damian cursed and activated "[Shadow Step!]" vanishing into the shadows just before the attack could connect. He reappeared behind the Behemoth, his hands already glowing with energy.

"[Dark Dominion!]" he roared, unleashing a wave of dark energy that spread across the room. The aura surrounded him, crackling with power, and the Behemoth hesitated, its movements slowing as the Terror effect took hold.

[Behemoth] took 500 damage.

The Behemoth roared in defiance, its massive claws slamming into the ground in a wild attempt to break free from the oppressive aura.

"Now!" he shouted to his servants.

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The Bloodwing Raven unleashed [Bloodstorm], a whirlwind of crimson energy that tore into the Behemoth's hide. The Stoneback Golem followed up with [Rock Shard Barrage], pelting the creature with jagged stones that cracked its armor. The Spectral Serpent struck with [Soul Bind], its ghostly energy wrapping around the Behemoth and sapping its strength.

[Behemoth] took 1,000 damage.

The Behemoth roared again, the sound shaking the entire hall. It lashed out with [Earthquake], sending a wave of destructive energy rippling outward.

Damian gritted his teeth, raising a hand to cast "[Shadow Barrier!]" The barrier absorbed most of the shockwave, but the impact still sent him stumbling.

"Dammit," Damian hissed, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth. "This thing's tougher than I thought."

The Behemoth turned its glowing eyes toward him, its rage palpable. Damian steadied himself, his heart pounding as he prepared for the next assault.

The Behemoth charged, its claws raised to strike. Damian's mind raced, his options narrowing as the massive creature bore down on him. "Come on, Damian," he muttered under his breath. "Think."

The battle was far from over, and the Behemoth wasn't going down without a fight.