Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 219: Killing The Vampire General [Part 3]

Warlock Ch 219. Killing The Vampire General [Part 3]

"Out of tricks already?" Varak sneered, his tendrils striking like a whip and slicing a shallow line across Damian's cheek. "How disappointing."

Damian flicked his gaze to the battlefield below. Wounded vampires and demons littered the ground, their blood pooling in glistening puddles. A spark of an idea ignited in his mind. It was risky, but he had no choice.

"Not out of tricks," Damian said, his lips curling into a grin. "Just saving the best for last."

He activated [Bloodwell Surge]. Instantly, the blood from the battlefield below responded to his call, surging upward in crimson streams. The life force of the fallen enemies flowed into him, knitting his wounds and revitalizing his strength.

A system notification flashed briefly in his vision.

[Bloodwell Surge activated! HP restored: +30%. Stamina restored: +25%.]

Varak's eyes widened in realization. "You—"

Damian didn't let him finish. With renewed vigor, Fenrith and Bloodwing Raven managed to break free. The three-headed wolf charged at Varak's legs, forcing him off balance, while the Bloodwing Raven dive-bombed his head, its talons raking across his face.

"Annoying pests!" Varak roared, slashing at the summons with wild fury. He managed to land a hit on Fenrith, sending the wolf skidding across the ground, but the distraction was all Damian needed.

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Activating [Spectral Surge], Damian blurred forward, his [Hellfire Spear] blazing brighter than ever. He thrust the spear directly at Varak's chest. The vampire summoned another blood barrier, but the spear sliced through it like butter, plunging into his torso.

Varak howled in pain, blood spurting from the wound as flames engulfed him. The impact sent him crashing into the wall, leaving a crater in the stone.

Damian didn't let up. He followed with [Dark Chains], binding Varak's arms and legs before he could recover. The vampire thrashed against the restraints, his strength causing the chains to creak but not break.

"Not so fast," Damian muttered, summoning another [Hellfire Spear]. He hurled it with precision, the weapon blazing through the air and slamming into Varak's chest. The explosion sent the vampire crashing into the far wall, debris raining down around him.

Panting, Damian wiped sweat and blood from his face. His hood hung lopsided, partially exposing his determined expression. The hall was an apocalyptic mess—walls cracked, floors splattered with blood, and the air heavy with smoke and the metallic tang of battle.

Varak emerged from the rubble, his chest heaving as he clutched the charred wound left by the spear. His face twisted into a snarl, crimson energy pulsating around him. "You... You're human," he growled, his voice rough and guttural. "Yet you use a vampire's skills."

Damian scoffed, spinning the spear in his hand before letting it dissipate into embers. "Details," he said dismissively. "Focus on dying."

Varak's eyes narrowed, recognition flashing in them. "You're him… Kaelan."

"Wrong," Damian shot back, his tone cold and cutting. "But you won't live long enough to figure it out."

Varak growled, his blood magic flaring, but instead of attacking, he reached into his tattered cloak and pulled out a dark crimson crystal. It shimmered ominously, veins of black twisting within its core like liquid shadows. Damian's blood ran cold as he recognized the artifact.

The Dreadheart Shard.

It was a forbidden relic, created through unspeakable rituals. The user's soul would be consumed in exchange for monstrous power, transforming them into an uncontrollable beast.

"No," Damian muttered, his eyes widening. "You wouldn't—"

Varak's grin was maniacal as he crushed the crystal in his hand. A surge of crimson mana erupted, swirling around him like a storm. His laughter rang out, unhinged and bone-chilling. "If I can't have victory as a vampire, I'll take it as a god!"

The hall trembled, and a deafening roar shook the foundation of the manor. Damian instinctively activated [Shadow Step], teleporting to a safer place as the transformation began. Varak's body contorted, growing larger and more grotesque by the second. His skin darkened, splitting in places to reveal sinewy muscle beneath. Spines erupted along his back, and his limbs elongated into monstrous claws. His face twisted into a lupine snout, fangs the size of daggers gleaming in the flickering light. Glowing red eyes burned with primal fury.

When the transformation was complete, Varak stood as a colossal beast, his form so massive that the manor couldn't contain him. The ceiling groaned and then collapsed entirely, raining stone and wood onto the battlefield below. Cassius's barrier shattered under the pressure, the golden glow dissipating into the chaos.

Damian landed in a crouch amidst the rubble, his cloak billowing around him. Dust and debris filled the air as he looked up at the towering monstrosity that Varak had become.

"Damian!" Cassius's voice cut through the haze. He teleported to Damian's side. "What the hell is that?!"

"The result of desperation and bad decisions," Damian grinned innocently, gripping his side where a shallow cut bled freely. He activated [Observation], scanning the beast.

Varak, the Crimson Devourer

Level: ???

Rank: Epic Beast

Skills: [Crimson Rampage], [Soul Rend], [Dread Roar], [Unholy Regeneration]

Status: Berserk

"Great," Damian muttered. "He's gone full boss mode."

The beast roared again, sending shockwaves through the battlefield. Reinforcements paused mid-fight, their faces pale as they beheld the creature. Even Seraphis, who had been commanding the vampires, looked up in stunned silence.

"Is this a joke?!" Seraphis yelled, his voice laced with jealousy and fury. His eyes darted to Damian. "You just had to make this about you, didn't you?"

Damian ignored him, his focus solely on the beast. Varak's new form was a walking calamity, and if he wasn't stopped, the entire battlefield would be reduced to ashes.

The creature turned its glowing eyes on Damian, recognizing him as the primary threat. With a guttural growl, it lunged, its claws tearing through the remnants of the manor. Damian and Cassius activated [Shadow Step], narrowly avoiding the devastating strike. The force of the blow created a crater where he had been standing, sending debris flying.

Damian reappeared on a nearby ledge, his mind racing. 'Think, Damian. You can't take him head-on. You need to outmaneuver him.'

He summoned Fenrith and Bloodwing Raven, the servants materializing with fierce determination. "Fenrith, keep him busy! Raven, go for the eyes!"