Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 216: Ambush

Warlock Ch 216. Ambush

"Distract him," Damian whispered, his voice barely audible. "But wait for my signal."

The phantoms nodded silently before melting into the floor, disappearing without a trace. Damian felt the familiar rush of power as he prepared to deal with the guards. He clenched his fists, his fingers itching with anticipation. 'Now for the warm-up.'

He activated [Blood Manipulation], extending his reach into the lifeblood of the two guards. They stiffened almost immediately, their movements jerky and unnatural as their blood bent to his will. He grinned darkly, the power coursing through him addictive and satisfying.

"Let's make this quick," Damian muttered, pulling a silence stone from his storage belt. He crushed it in his hand, the magical energy spreading out in a soundproof dome around him.

[You just turned your surroundings into a soundproof room!]

[Time remaining: 04:56.]

The guards' muffled grunts barely registered as Damian's command sealed their fate. "Die," he said coldly, his voice devoid of emotion. The blood within the guards constricted violently, their veins glowing crimson as the pressure built. A heartbeat later, they exploded into a spray of blood and ash, their remains scattering harmlessly within the confines of the silence spell.

Damian wiped a fleck of blood off his cheek, muttering, "Messy. Could've been cleaner." He glanced toward the hall, ensuring Varak hadn't noticed. The vampire general was facing the other direction, still absorbed in whatever scheming monologue he was muttering. 'Good. Time for phase two.'

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He brought his lips close to the ring on his finger, activating the communication spell. "I found Varak in the central hall," he whispered. "I'm attacking him now."

Evelyn's voice came through immediately, sharp and urgent. "Wait—!"

But Damian ignored her, knowing every second he delayed was another chance for Varak's lieutenants to return. He summoned [Infernal Javelins], the air around him crackling with fiery energy as dozens of spears of molten flame materialized in a perfect arc. With a flick of his wrist, he launched them at Varak.

The fiery projectiles streaked across the room like meteors, their heat distorting the air around them. Varak turned at the last second, his eyes widening in surprise. He raised his arm to deflect them, conjuring a [Ward Mastery], but the javelins weren't so easily thwarted. They slammed into the shield with explosive force and forcing Varak to dodge. He shifted into his bat form in a blur of motion, his smaller size allowing him to evade the brunt of the attack.

Damian's eyes narrowed. 'Not bad. But I'm just getting started.'

Once Varak reformed into his humanoid shape, the Stalker Phantoms struck. They rose from the floor like wraiths, their ethereal limbs wrapping around Varak's arms and legs, holding him in place. Varak's expression shifted to shock, his movements sluggish as he tried to counter the spectral grip.

"What is this?!" Varak growled, his voice a mix of fury and confusion.

Damian used the distraction to teleport behind Varak with [Shadow Step]. The burst of shadow energy left a ripple of Terror in its wake, disorienting Varak further. Damian summoned [Hellfire Spear], the flaming weapon materializing in his hand with a menacing hiss. He gripped it tightly and swung with precision, the spear's flame carving a fiery arc through the air.

Varak managed to summon a second barrier just in time, but the spear's enhanced piercing power shattered it like glass. The weapon grazed Varak's side, leaving a deep, searing wound that sizzled with corrosive flames.

Varak roared in pain, his blood boiling as he staggered back. "You dare—!"

Damian didn't give him a chance to finish. He leapt backward, evading a sudden attack as Varak's blood coalesced into tendrils, lashing out like serpents. The crimson whips struck the ground where Damian had stood, cracking the marble tiles with a deafening impact.

Damian landed gracefully, his hood still obscuring most of his face, and summoned two more of his servants. "Fenrith! Raven!" he called, his voice carrying authority.

A massive, three-headed wolf and a blood-red raven appeared in a flash of dark energy, their forms bristling with power. Fenrith growled low, its heads snapping in unison as it charged Varak, while the Bloodwing Raven took to the air, its sharp talons glinting ominously.

Varak snarled, his tendrils whipping toward the wolf, but Fenrith dodged with surprising agility, one of its heads clamping down on the tendrils and tearing them apart. Raven swooped down, raking its talons across Varak's back, drawing more blood.

Damian seized the opportunity, activating [Dark Chains]. The chains erupted from the ground, wrapping around Varak's legs and torso, their dark energy sapping his strength and immobilizing him further.

"You've got nowhere to run," Damian said, his voice cold and steady.

Varak glared at him, his fangs bared. "You'll regret this, warlock. I'll make sure of it."

Damian smirked. The Hellfire Spear crackled in his hand, flames licking hungrily at the air as he advanced on Varak. The vampire general snarled, his scarred face twisted with rage. Blood tendrils coiled around him, ready to strike. The room reeked of ozone, fire, and the metallic tang of blood.

"Who sent you? Victoria?" Varak spat, his voice laced with venom.

Damian laughed, low and sharp. "Victoria? No, this is personal." His fingers tightened around the spear. "Let's just say I have a vendetta to settle."

Varak's eyes narrowed, his expression shifting from anger to a calculating calm. "You think you can take me down, boy? Do you even know who you're dealing with?"

"Yeah," Damian said, his smirk widening. "A washed-up vampire clinging to power that doesn't belong to him."

Varak roared, and the tendrils lashed out, slamming into the ground where Damian had stood a split second before. [Shadow Step] activated, teleporting Damian behind Varak in a burst of shadowy energy. The burst of Terror that followed disoriented Varak for a crucial moment, and Damian didn't waste it.

"Fenrith! Raven!" Damian shouted, summoning his servants again. The three-headed wolf charged in, its massive paws cracking the stone floor as it leapt at Varak. At the same time, the Bloodwing Raven dived from above, its talons gleaming with crimson energy.