Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 432: Drained

Warlock Ch 432. Drained

Screams echoed between buildings. Smoke rose in choking plumes. Magic detonations cracked the air as vampire soldiers clashed with Haven guards still under Ralvek's control. Fae soldiers formed tight formations, trying to cover civilians as they fled in all directions.

Xhar'Thul roared.

Its breath was like a hurricane of dark magic. Buildings shattered under the shockwave. Blood exploded from anyone too close, their lifeforce drained instantly.

Then it moved.

One step—and a shockwave shattered the closest plaza, sending carts, bodies, and stone flying.

Another step—and a vampiric commander was crushed under its foot.

Aria surged forward—spinning in the air like a falling comet.

[Skill Activation: Elemental Convergence – Meteor Lance]

She conjured a massive lance of blazing magma and hurled it down, piercing Xhar'Thul's upper shoulder. Lava exploded on impact, the beast's corrupted flesh boiling. It roared again, twisting its claw toward her.

[Infernal Javelins– Enhanced]

A hundred spears of fire and corrosion spiraled into the air around Damian and launched as one, homing in with screaming force. They impacted the beast's face and upper chest—exploding in waves of searing flame. Chunks of corrupted flesh flew in every direction.

"Keep hitting it!" he shouted. "We crack the armor!"

[Shadow Step]

[Hellfire Spear – Manifest Weapon Mode]

In a blink, Damian was on the beast's back—his new weapon in hand. It was less a spear and more a polearm of pure rage—black metal shaft, burning red blade, and heat that made the air scream.

He drove it into Xhar'Thul's nape.

Sparks flew.

Black blood sprayed across his face, hissing as it hit his corrupted armor.

[Bloodwell Surge]

Energy flowed into him from the wound, the warlock gritting his teeth as it poured into his veins like molten fire.

But the creature bucked—hard.

Damian flew, barely catching himself with wind magic before hitting a collapsing tower.

Aria followed up with a series of sharp elemental attacks—ice spears, thunderous slashes, a tempest that tried to throw the creature off balance. It worked—barely. They were holding it, keeping it from advancing deeper into the city.

But they were bleeding mana.

"Where the hell are the reinforcements?!" Victoria shouted as she cut through another cultist leaping from a rooftop. "I can't tank a sky-sized tentacle monster all night!"

"They're coming!" Selena called back, flinging fae blades into the air, which burst into beams of searing green mana. "The vanguard said five minutes!"

"WE DON'T HAVE FIVE MINUTES!"

Another explosion rocked the square. A vampire mage screamed as they were flung against a wall and exploded from inside—some kind of curse activated by Ralvek's residual magic.

Then Xhar'Thul extended its arms wide—and the runes across its chest began to burn white.

[System Notification]

World-Chain Compression Spell Charging

Effect: Reality Collapse Pulse

Estimated Casualties: 92% within radius

Time to Detonation: 18 seconds

"Oh, hell no," Damian snarled.

He shot back into the sky, flames and shadow trailing behind him.

[Eternal Shadow Nova – Enhanced by Hell's Throne]

A burst of pure darkness exploded from his hands. A dome of shadow enveloped the area around the beast's chest—sapping its spell, disrupting the runes, choking out the ritual mid-cast.

The spell failed. The light dimmed.

But the cost—his vision spun. His body shook. Blood leaked from his nose.

[System Alert]

Corruption Level: 49% – Warning: Mana Sync Overheating

He dropped to one knee midair.

Aria caught him with a rush of wind. "Damian!"

"I'm fine," he coughed. "Just—just keep pressure on it."

They dove again, side by side—Damian wielding his Hellfire Spear like a scythe, Aria conjuring a blade of wind and frost.

They slashed through one of Xhar'Thul's tendons.

It screamed—a sound that made the ground crack and windows explode for blocks.

From below, Evelyn launched a barrage of arcane chains upward. Lysandra dove from a broken rooftop and plunged her sword into its ankle, twisting until black fluid sprayed like a geyser. Victoria hurled her glaive again, pinning the beast's right arm.

It staggered.

It reeled.

But it didn't fall.

Its body—though battered and gushing cursed ichor—still moved with rage. Its eyes locked on Damian again, and its chest flared.

Not another spell.

A beam.

A raw, reality-tearing beam charged from the center of its core.

[System Notification]

Cataclysm Breath Charging: 10 Seconds

Aria's eyes widened. "It's going to—"

"I KNOW!" Damian shouted.

He raised both hands.

Every spell he had.

Every drop of mana he could drain.

Every rage the demon king had ever bottled.

[Skill Combo Activation]

[Shadow Barrier ]

[Bloodforge Aura]

[Void Rift ]

[Mystic Veil ]

He threw it all at the incoming energy—layered shields, distortions, blood-absorbing walls, nullification fields. The light from Xhar'Thul's beam slammed into it— And it held.

Just barely.

Screams rang out below. Fire spiraled through the streets. Even more buildings crumbled as the shockwave rippled across the city.

But they weren't dead.

Damian's armor was cracked. His spear flickered. But he was still flying.

So was Aria.

"Still think you're alone?" she said, panting, bruised, but smiling.

Damian spat blood.

"No. Not this time."

And they dove again, into the chaos. Into the war.

Wind screamed past Damian's ears as his body sliced through the air. Blood—his blood—left a jagged red trail behind him. His armor was cracked, pieces missing along the shoulder and side. His left gauntlet hung by a strap, the plating melted by one of Xhar'Thul's last dark flame pulses. The pain was constant now—deep, gnawing, and relentless—but he didn't stop.

He couldn't.

Because below him, Evelyn's body was pinned beneath the rubble of a collapsed tower. Lysandra was on one knee, her wings burned and tattered from the last impact. Selena was breathing heavily, her aura flickering, and Victoria—Victoria was still standing, barely, covered in ash and ichor, blade arm trembling as she shielded a collapsed group of vampire soldiers who had sworn to follow her.

Damian couldn't let them die.

He wouldn't.

Even as the creature roared again—Xhar'Thul's corrupted, fused voice echoing from across the torn battlefield like a broken cathedral bell. Every word it spoke now had Ralvek's mocking undertone twisted into it.