Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 226: Stone Statue

Warlock Ch 226. Stone Statue

Before Seraphis could respond, Damian hurled the spear with all his strength. The spear flew straight at Seraphis, its flames igniting the air as it closed in on its target.

But Seraphis wasn't done yet. With a snarl, he activated [Vampire Disperse], turning his body into a horde of bats. The spear passed through harmlessly, detonating against the ground with a fiery explosion.

"Tch." Damian clicked his tongue in annoyance. "Of course, he had that annoying skill."

"Stay focused," Evelyn warned, already preparing her next move. She raised both hands, and arcs of lightning began to dance between her fingers. With a sharp command, she unleashed [Storm Lash], sending a torrent of electrified tendrils straight at Seraphis.

The tendrils crackled and hissed as they struck Seraphis's smoke form, forcing him to rematerialize with a grimace. It was clear he wasn't in great shape anymore.

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"You're persistent…," Seraphis hissed, his crimson eyes burning with hatred. "But this isn't over."

"Oh, it is," Cassius said calmly, raising his hand once more. "You just don't know it yet."

With that, he activated [Judgment Field], a high-level warlock skill that created a massive zone of radiant energy around Seraphis. The field pulsed with power, dealing continuous damage to any enemy within its radius.

Seraphis screamed as the field took effect, his HP bar rapidly depleting under the relentless assault.

"Finish him," Evelyn said coldly, her eyes glinting with determination.

Damian activated [Shadow Inferno Strike], channeling all his remaining power into one final attack. His body became a blur of shadows and flames as he shot forward, leaving a trail of destruction in his wake.

"Goodbye, Seraphis," Damian said as he delivered the final blow, his attack detonating with a massive explosion of fire and darkness.

[Shadow Inferno Strike: Critical Hit!]

Seraphis didn't even have time to scream. His body disintegrated into ash, the forbidden magic that had sustained him unraveling in an instant.

[Congratulations! You have defeated Seraphis, the Vampire Duke!]

[Level Up!]

[You are now Level 115.]

Damian barely had time to process the glowing notifications flashing in front of him before a deafening roar split the air. The ground trembled violently beneath his feet, and his eyes snapped toward the massive undead dragon in the distance. Its decayed form shuddered as it let out one final, agonized roar before collapsing with a resounding thud that shook the entire battlefield.

A second later, its massive body began to disintegrate into ash, dark energy leaking out as it dissolved into nothingness. The sheer force of its collapse kicked up a storm of dust and debris that swept across the battlefield like a raging sandstorm.

"Shit!" Damian muttered, acting on instinct. Without a second thought, he dashed toward Evelyn, who was already bracing herself against the incoming wave of dust. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he pulled her close and activated [Shadow Barrier], enveloping them both in a shimmering shield of dark energy.

The dust storm hit them hard, the barrier trembling under the force, but it held firm. Inside, everything was eerily calm, the chaotic sounds of the outside world muffled by the barrier. Damian glanced down at Evelyn, who was pressed against his chest, her eyes wide in surprise.

"You okay?" he asked, his voice soft but steady.

Evelyn blinked, then smiled slightly, a faint blush creeping up her cheeks. "Yeah… Thanks." Her voice was quieter than usual, and Damian couldn't help but notice the way her face turned red.

Before he could respond, Cassius's voice cut through the now-settling dust cloud. "Yeah, thank you, so much."

The sarcasm was heavy, and both Damian and Evelyn turned toward him. What they saw made them freeze—and then immediately cringe.

Cassius stood there, arms crossed, completely covered in dust from head to toe. He looked like a literal stone statue, except for his eyes, which were glaring daggers at Damian. The dust clung to every part of him, turning his normally polished armor into a dull, gray mess. If looks could kill, Damian would've been reduced to ash right there.

Damian tried—and failed—not to laugh. "Well, don't blame me just because you didn't have time to put up your barrier."

Cassius narrowed his eyes. "Oh, I had time. I just didn't think I'd need it because I assumed someone would have enough common sense to extend their barrier."

Damian shrugged, still grinning. "I was kinda busy saving Evelyn, y'know. Priorities."

Cassius gave an exasperated sigh and muttered something under his breath about "reckless warlocks and their stupid hero complexes" before casting [Cleanse] on himself. A soft glow enveloped him, and the dust vanished, leaving his armor gleaming once more.

Evelyn, who had recovered from her embarrassment, decided to add fuel to the fire. "You do look much better dust-free. You almost pulled off the stone statue look, though."

Cassius gave her a flat look. "Ha. Ha. Very funny."

"Relax, Cas," Damian said, waving a hand dismissively. "You're alive, the dragon's dead, and Seraphis is toast. I'd call that a win."

Cassius, still looking unconvinced, let out a low grumble but didn't argue. Instead, he shifted his gaze toward Evelyn, who was busy double-checking the area to ensure no traces of hostile magic remained. The battlefield was eerily quiet now, with nothing but the faint wind rustling through the dust and debris.

Before Cassius could say anything more, the sound of slow, deliberate clapping echoed through the silence. It wasn't the kind of applause that made you feel proud—it was the kind that made you feel like you were the punchline of some joke. Damian's eyes narrowed as he turned toward the source of the sound.

Victoria.

She strode toward them with a confident, almost regal gait, each step measured and intense. Her crimson cloak billowed slightly behind her, and though she was smiling, there was something unsettling about it—like she was congratulating them but also mocking them at the same time.

"Great," Cassius muttered under his breath. "Here comes trouble."