Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 427: Blood Moon Ritual [Part 2]
Warlock Ch 427. Blood Moon Ritual [Part 2]
Chain lightning surged through the front row, bouncing off armor and ricocheting into skulls. She followed it with [Curse of Agony], slowing the remaining horde just enough for Victoria to mow through them like wheat.
But it wasn't enough.
Zurel raised his hand again—and the dead rose once more.
"You've gotta be kidding me," Cassius growled. "He's respawning the damn trash mobs!"
"Focus on the necromancer!" Damian snapped.
He moved. Fast.
[Shadow Step]
[Spectral Surge]
His speed spiked as he tore across the chamber, dodging Bone Spikes and ducking under a clawed undead general that tried to rip his throat out. He slid low and hurled three [Infernal Javelins] mid-spin.
Zurel blocked the first.
The second cracked his barrier.
The third hit him square in the chest.
He staggered, coughing black mist—but didn't fall.
"Persistent bastard," Damian muttered.
Zurel raised his staff and pointed at him.
[Death Wave]
The air collapsed. A wave of green, sickly energy exploded outward.
[Shadow Barrier]
Damian braced as the wave hit him like a freight train. His shield cracked—almost broke—but held. He skidded back ten meters, boots tearing lines in the blood-soaked floor.
"Status?" he called out.
Cassius teleported beside him. "Three Howlers down. More coming. Evelyn's burning through mana faster than she likes."
"Victoria?"
"Grinning like a maniac. So… same as usual."
"Selena?"
Cassius paused. "Holding up. But she's too close to the Arch-Knight," he announced.
Damian turned sharply.
One of the highest-level undead—taller than the rest, with black armor fused to its skin and wielding a massive cleaver—had zeroed in on Selena. Its level hovered around 211.
"Damn it," he muttered.
He reached for his trump card.
[Blood Manipulation]
He extended his hand—and clenched.
The blood inside the nearby undead twisted, slowed, then constricted violently.
-Boom!
Three exploded into gore.
He surged toward Selena. Fast.
The Arch-Knight swung its cleaver—once, twice, missing by inches.
Selena ducked, rolled, but she was slowing.
Damian leapt between them.
[Shadow Inferno Strike]
The corridor erupted.
A wave of black flame and void surged behind him as he dashed forward, slicing through the air with a thunderous impact.
The Arch-Knight reeled as the attack struck its chest, armor cracking like dry stone. It let out a screech—and then crumbled to its knees. Selena finished it with a clean slash across its cracked helm.
She looked at him, breathless. "Thanks."
"Try not to die," Damian said, panting. "It's not in the plan," he reminded her.
From behind, Zurel screamed in rage.
The undead kept coming—wave after wave.
"We can't hold this line forever," Cassius barked. "We need to hit the source!"
"Then we take the bastard down—now," Damian snarled.
He raised both hands.
[Void Rift]
A massive tear in reality opened behind Zurel, sucking air and shrieking like a dying god.
The necromancer screamed as the vortex began to pull him in, robes flailing.
Evelyn boosted the effect with a delayed [Nova Burst], and Cassius hurled his last two Abyss Blades straight into Zurel's chest.
The combination shattered his barrier.
Victoria launched her glaive like a missile.
It hit.
Straight through his skull.
Zurel collapsed with a crack of arcane backlash, and his body melted into ash.
Silence fell. For a moment.
Then the remaining undead began to shake… then collapse.
One by one.
Damian lowered his hands, panting, ignoring the train of his system announcement.
"Status?"
Cassius checked. "All good. Except Selena. She is shaken, but standing."
Lysandra finally reappeared from the far corridor—covered in dust and blood.
"Ran into a small detour," she said with a grin. "Crushed it."
Damian nodded, wiping blood off his lips. "Then move. We still haven't reached the vault chamber. And we've got less than—"
[System Update]
Blood Moon Ascension Ritual Activation: 2 Minutes 13 Seconds
"—two minutes," he finished grimly.
Cassius groaned. "And I thought today was going to be boring."
"Shut up and move."
They pushed forward. Into the dark. Toward the chamber where a prince bled, and a god waited.
Damian cursed under his breath as they sprinted down another corridor. Every inch of the tower groaned with activity now. Whatever stealth they had was dead and buried under a mountain of explosions, undead ash, and shattered bones.
"They know we're here," Cassius muttered, his voice strained. "The whole damn tower's awake."
"No shit," Victoria snapped, spinning mid-step to bisect a sprinting undead that had leapt from the wall. "These freaks are crawling out of the damn ceiling now."
"And they're getting stronger," Evelyn added, eyes narrowed as she flicked a volatile glyph into the air that incinerated another trio of skeletal mages.
Selena didn't say anything. She didn't need to. The look on her face—tight jaw, haunted eyes, blades twitching in her hands—said enough.
The corridors ahead were starting to split again, twisting upward into several steep, spiral paths. The vault chamber had to be close.
But they weren't alone.
Dozens—no, hundreds—of enemies were converging on their location, drawn by the noise, the mana flares, the dying screams of their own.
[System Notification]
Enemy Forces Mobilizing: Estimated Hostiles - 200+
Units: A-Rank Undead, War Constructs, Mana Wraiths
Elite Units Detected: 3
Reinforcements Recommended
Victoria growled, pulling off one of her earrings and muttering a quick incantation into it. The small, blood-red gem shimmered before bursting into a swarm of crimson bats that vanished into the air.
"Calling my kin," she said through gritted teeth. "They can fly fast—should be here in a few minutes. I had Henry prep my soldiers earlier, just in case I'd need them tonight."
She scoffed under her breath. "Never thought it'd actually come to that."
"We don't have much time," Damian growled, already raising his hand. "But we can clear a path now."
He clenched his fist and dragged his hand through the air.
[Summon: Crimson Devourer]
The floor beneath them cracked.
A deep, guttural roar echoed through the stone as a massive, monstrous shape surged from the blood-soaked ground. Fangs. Wings. Eyes like burning coals.
