Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 428: Blood Moon Ritual [Part 3]

Warlock Ch 428. Blood Moon Ritual [Part 3]

Varak—the Crimson Devourer—burst into the corridor, his massive form barely fitting inside. A vampiric abomination with muscle like steel, claws dripping with acidic ichor, and a mouth big enough to bite a wyvern in half.

"Feast," Damian commanded.

Varak roared and charged forward, barreling through the corridor, smashing stone and enemy alike.

Cassius cracked his neck. "Alright, big guy. Your turn."

[Summon: Valorian the Guardian]

The shadows behind him twisted, deepened, then exploded outward as a knight of pure void emerged, over nine feet tall, clad in obsidian armor pulsing with runes. His greatsword shimmered like a dying star.

Valorian raised his blade in silent salute—and charged.

With two monsters like that on the field, it became a slaughter.

Walls cracked. Blood splattered the ceilings. Enemies screamed and scattered. Some tried to fight, but most were simply crushed under Varak's charge or torn in half by Valorian's blade.

The team surged behind them, following in the destruction's wake.

And then— The air changed.

Not just thick. Not just dark. It curled. Bent inward. Like something ancient had just turned its gaze directly on them.

A slow, deliberate clap echoed through the broken archway ahead.

And there he stood.

Marenvell stood calmly in the center of the corridor, flanked by creeping vines and the eerie glow of the blood moon filtering through the shattered skylight above. His silver-etched armor gleamed with enchantments, and his staff pulsed with old, twisted fae magic.

His eyes found Damian first. Cold. Calculating. A little too confident.

"So you're the infamous warlock," he said, voice smooth like poisoned wine. "I wondered when you'd crawl out from whatever pit spat you out."

Damian didn't stop walking until the team fanned out behind him, forming a half-circle of quiet fury. His voice was cool, laced with disdain.

"You must be Marenvell," Damian said, eyes narrowing. "I imagined you taller. Or competent."

Marenvell's smirk twitched. "And here I thought you would have better manners."

"Yeah, well…" Damian's hand sparked with dark energy. "I ran out of patience. And time. So unless you're about to drop dead, move."

Marenvell chuckled. "Oh, I'm not the one who'll be bleeding tonight."

"Guess we'll fix that," Damian said coldly, already raising his hand. "No time to waste. Save your yapping for later."

Then he struck.

[Dark Bolt]

[Terror Boost Active]

The blast screamed across the chamber, tearing through the air like a reaper's scythe.

But it never hit.

Marenvell lifted his staff, and the floor pulsed. Roots exploded upward, forming a shield of bark and stone that absorbed the magic.

"Did you think it'd be that easy?" he said, smiling

He raised his staff high—and the glyphs etched into it blazed.

Something cracked. Loud. Like wood splitting, but deeper. Older.

The far wall behind him split open. Vines tore the stone apart. A roar—earthy, thunderous—echoed from the rift.

And then it stepped through.

[System Notification]

Royal Trent of Witherroot <Lv 240>

Type: Ancient Fae Construct, Nature Magic Infused, Royal Blood Catalyst

Threat: Legendary

Abilities: Root Cage, Thornstorm, Rebirth Bark, Mana Drain Aura

Selena's breath caught. Her swords dropped slightly. "No…"

Damian's head snapped toward her. "What is it?"

She pointed at the Trent, horror dawning in her voice. "That's not just a Trent. That's a royal bond-creature. From my family's vault. Only someone with royal blood could unlock it—"

She stopped. Then whispered, "Cedric's blood…"

Cassius snarled. "He stole your family's scroll. Used Cedric to unlock it." freēnovelkiss.com

Marenvell didn't deny it. "The prince is more useful than you think."

The Trent stepped forward, shaking the stone beneath their feet. Roots dragged along the floor like chains, and its eyes glowed with ancient green fury.

"Damian," Cassius barked. "This thing'll take time. You don't have time."

"Tell me something I don't know!"

"I'll hold them."

"What?" Damian turned, shocked.

"You, Evelyn, Victoria, Selena, and Lysandra—get to Cedric."

"Cassius—"

"We'll hold this."

Valorian stepped forward beside his summoner, sword raised again, his obsidian armor humming with contained energy.

"I'm not asking," Cassius said sharply. "Go."

Varak let out a guttural howl, smashing his claw into the stone floor. Crimson veins lit beneath his skin as his body hunched forward, fully ready to hold the line with raw brutality.

Damian clenched his jaw and raised his hand. The shadows around him rippled like a disturbed pond—then erupted outward.

"Support them," he commanded.

From the warped air emerged his loyal servants.

Fenrith, the hulking Three-Headed Wolf, prowled out first. Each head snarled independently—one growled, one barked, one laughed like a hyena. Flames dripped from their fangs.

Bloodwing Raven screeched as it dived in, red feathers trailing streaks of mana. It circled above, ready to rain piercing blood-laced feathers upon enemies from the air.

Stoneback Golem thudded into view next, massive and slow, its back armored in jagged boulders. The earth cracked with each step as it moved to stand beside Valorian like an immovable wall.

Then came the Spectral Serpent, slithering silently along the floor, half-phased into the spirit realm. Its ghostly body shimmered with eerie blue light, eyes glowing with malice as it hissed around Cassius's feet like a guardian shadow.

"All of you," Damian growled, "hold this corridor. Let nothing through."

His servants didn't hesitate. They knew the weight of their master's words.

Victoria cursed under her breath, frustration etched in every movement. Her vampiric eyes flared crimson as she turned toward the deeper hall.

"Fine. He's right. Let's move!"

Evelyn stepped beside Damian, grabbing his wrist to anchor him.

"Damian," she said, voice tight, "we can't fight that and still stop the ritual in time."

Selena stared at the Trent with betrayal still raw in her eyes—then steeled herself. "He dies after. Cedric comes first."

"Fine," Damian growled. "Cassius—"

"Go," Cassius said again, turning away and already forming another spell. "I'll keep your dumb ass alive from here."

Damian nodded once—then turned.

"Move!"

They broke left, sprinting through the side corridor while Valorian and Varak crashed into the Trent, trying to hold it back.