Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 293: Floating Battlefield [Part 4]

Warlock Ch 293. Floating Battlefield [Part 4]

The warlock snarled, swinging his scythe. "Then you can die for it."

Damian sighed. "I was hoping you’d say that."

He lunged as fast he could using his [Spectral Surge].

One second he was there, the next he was behind them.

[Dark Chains]

Chains erupted from the ground, wrapping around the warlock’s legs before yanking him off his feet. He let out a sharp grunt, his scythe clattering against the ground as he hit the stone floor hard.

The mage reacted fast, throwing up a barrier, but Selena didn’t give him a chance to reinforce it. With a flick of her wrist, [Fairy Tempest] shattered the protective layer in a burst of slicing wind.

Damian grinned. "Fast reactions. Shame they won’t save you."

The warlock snarled, slamming his palm against the ground. Dark energy pulsed outward.

"Summon!"

The air behind him ripped open, and from the swirling void, two monstrous creatures emerged.

Abyssal Howler <Level. 92>

Obsidian Wraith <Level. 93>

The Howler, a nightmarish wolf-like creature with pitch-black fur and glowing white eyes, let out a bone-chilling howl that sent a wave of pressure across the battlefield.

The Wraith hovered in midair, its smoky form shifting between existence and nothingness. Its glowing red eyes locked onto Damian and Selena, its presence making the air cold.

Selena took a slow breath. "Well, that’s a problem."

Damian cracked his neck. "Then let’s make it their problem."

He snapped his fingers.

"Summon!"

The three-headed wolf leapt onto the battlefield, landing with a heavy thud. Its three pairs of burning red eyes locked onto the Howler, teeth bared in an almost grinning expression.

Above them, a dark shape circled before diving downward—Bloodwing Raven, its massive crimson wings cutting through the air like a blade.

The battlefield was crowded now. Too many beings exerting their power at once, making the floating island unstable.

Damian could feel it. A storm pulse was coming.

They had to end this fast.

The warlock reached for his scythe, but Damian kicked it away before he could grab it.

"Uh-uh," Damian teased. "We’re not doing that."

The Howler lunged for Fenrith, its jaws parting to release a [Void Scream]—a shrill, mind-ripping sound meant to disorient and weaken its prey.

Fenrith howled back, the force of its [Hellhound Roar] canceling out the attack midair.

Then the two beasts collided, snapping at each other with fangs that could crush steel.

Above, the Bloodwing Raven dived at the Wraith, its talons glowing with cursed blood energy.

The Wraith flickered out of existence just before impact—only to reappear behind the raven, attempting to drain its essence.

Damian and Selena moved at the same time.

Selena tossed a handful of [Fairy Dust] into the air. The shimmering particles spread outward in a spiraling pattern before detonating in a wave of pure magic disruption.

The Wraith screeched as its form flickered, weakened by the attack.

Damian seized the moment.

[Void Rift]

A swirling mass of darkness erupted beneath the Wraith, pulling at its essence, slowing its movements.

Selena wasted no time. She darted forward, [Fairy Tempest] gathered in her palms, and in one swift motion, she struck the Wraith’s core.

The creature let out a final screech before dissolving into mist.

Damian turned his attention back to the warlock.

"Looks like you’re out of tricks," Damian said, tilting his head.

The warlock’s breathing was ragged, his eyes flickering between Damian and the chaotic battle behind them.

His scythe was too far away. His servant was losing.

And Selena?

She had already turned to face the mage, her magic swirling around her.

The mage panicked. He threw up three barriers in quick succession, but Selena smashed through them like glass.

One moment he was standing.

The next? He was on the ground, groaning in pain.

Damian let out a low whistle. "Brutal."

Selena brushed dust off her hands. "Efficient."

The warlock made a desperate attempt to cast something, but Damian didn’t give him the chance.

[Dark Chains] snapped around his arms, dragging him down.

"Ah-ah," Damian murmured, stepping over him. "We need this island."

The warlock’s eyes flickered with fury.

"You think you’ve won?" he snarled.

Damian leaned in, his grin stretching wide. "Buddy, I won the second we landed here."

Selena crossed her arms. "So what do we do with them?"

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Damian tilted his head.

The storm was building up again.

"WARNING: MANA STORM INCOMING!"

They didn’t have time to keep fighting.

But if they let these two go…

The warlock spat blood, glaring up at him.

Damian sighed. "Fine. We’ll let the storm decide."

The island was already crumbling.

Selena exhaled. "Let’s go."

With one last glance at their fallen opponents, they ran—leaping toward the next battlefield.

And just like that…

Another island shattered behind them.

The deafening crack of the storm tearing it apart sent shockwaves through the air, but Damian and Selena were already moving. They landed hard on the next floating island, feet barely touching the unstable surface before they sprang into motion.

Damian’s gaze flicked around, analyzing the terrain. The island was smaller than the last, jagged rocks jutting out along its edges, creating natural barriers. Patches of floating debris drifted through the void—broken chunks of other islands consumed by the storm.

More importantly, this island wasn’t empty.

Two contestants. Another warlock and a battle-mage. Both already aware of their arrival.

Damian grinned. "Perfect."

The warlock’s eyes narrowed. He immediately began casting, summoning a dark wave of energy to repel intruders.

Selena’s wings twitched slightly—instinct—but she clenched her jaw and held her ground. No flying. The rules were clear.

Damian didn’t wait for the spell to finish. He snapped his fingers.

"Fenrith. Bloodwing. Have fun."

The moment his command left his lips, his two summoned beasts erupted into action.

Fenrith—the massive three-headed hellhound—lunged forward, each maw brimming with flames. The warlock barely had time to react before the beast crashed into him, sending him skidding backward.

Above, the Bloodwing Raven took to the skies, a blur of crimson as it dove toward the battle-mage.

The mage reacted quickly, slamming his staff into the ground. A barrier shimmered into place, barely holding against the raven’s claws.