Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives

Warlock Ch 434. Soul Sacrifice

At his command, Valorian—his mighty Guardian—surged forward. Valorian, once proud and strong, charged with his blade shimmering like obsidian fire. But the battle had taken its toll; the Guardian's armor shattered, his form fading, flickering in and out of existence.

Cassius shouted, voice raw with emotion, "Go, Valorian!"

Valorian roared, slamming into Xhar'Thul with a force that sent tremors throughout the shattered battlefield. Damian could only watch helplessly as the Guardian swung his weapon wildly, striking the creature's colossal form again and again—each blow less powerful, each strike dimmer, until finally…

Valorian shattered.

His massive, proud form burst into a cloud of ash and embers. Damian's chest tightened painfully at the sight.

Cassius staggered, coughing violently. Blood splattered from his lips, staining the cracked ground. He swayed, but his eyes never left Damian.

"You better win now," he growled weakly. "Don't you dare let this be for nothing."

Damian's heart clenched as he saw Cassius crumble to his knees, the stubborn bastard refusing to fall completely. Cassius still knelt defiantly, mana flickering weakly around his trembling form.

Nearby, Varak, Damian's monstrous Crimson Devourer, let out one last haunting roar—only to disintegrate slowly into a storm of crimson dust that scattered helplessly in the wind.

Damian's breath hitched. His summoned beast—one of his most powerful servants—gone.

He forced his gaze across what was left of Haven City. Half the city was gone. Buildings were flattened, reduced to piles of rubble and ash. Fire blazed everywhere, devouring everything in sight. Bodies littered the streets, twisted and broken. The stench of burnt flesh and blood choked the air, making every breath feel like glass shredding his lungs.

Then Damian's eyes fell on Alric, desperately dragging Cedric's unconscious body away from the chaos, his steps faltering, limping badly, eyes wild with desperation.

But deep down, Damian knew there was nowhere left. Haven was crumbling. Safety was a forgotten dream. And still, Alric pressed forward, refusing to let go of Cedric.

Damian's grip on his spear tightened. The weapon was dimmed, almost shattered, its fiery glow nothing more than a dying ember now.

And that creature—Xhar'Thul, its form writhing and monstrous—loomed over them, unstoppable. Damian's jaw clenched, anger and helplessness boiling inside him.

He refused to accept this.

He refused to lose.

In a moment of clarity, he remembered. One final desperate act he could make. One last forbidden skill, locked deep in the darkest recesses of his soul.

[Soul Sacrifice – Skill Available]

Damian felt the truth of it, cold and certain. He knew the cost—his very soul—and yet he felt no fear, no hesitation.

Just resignation.

He raised his shattered Hellfire Spear, his bloodied hand gripping the weapon so tightly the edges dug painfully into his palm. Mana—pure, raw, corrupted—pulsed through him one final time, ignited by the power of his own soul, burning hotter than ever.

Damian's body no longer ached. The pain, exhaustion, the bleeding—everything faded, replaced by eerie stillness. He stood tall, straight, steady. His heartbeat slowed, calm and determined.

The Hellfire Spear pulsed once, twice, and ignited into brilliant golden-red flames, reborn as a god-tier weapon, radiating destructive power.

[Hellfire Spear: God-tier Mode Activated]

[Countdown Initiated: 60 seconds]

Xhar'Thul roared defiantly, sensing the sudden, impossible shift in Damian's aura. The beast lunged, its massive limbs sweeping through the air, aimed to crush him once and for all.

Damian moved with unnatural speed, dodging the blow effortlessly, the spear cutting through the beast's claw like hot steel through butter. Black blood sprayed, sizzling upon contact with Damian's blazing aura.

Another strike came, faster and more furious. Damian countered it again, parrying and weaving through every brutal attack. They danced around each other, a blur of motion—god versus warlock, titan versus man.

30 seconds.

Damian thrust the spear deep into the monster's flank, flames exploding outwards, searing the corrupted flesh. Xhar'Thul screamed—a deep, furious roar that shook the ground.

But it wouldn't stop. Couldn't stop. Both combatants fought with savage desperation, exchanging brutal blows that sent shockwaves rippling across the battlefield.

15 seconds.

Damian lunged again, a searing arc of flame carving through the creature's shoulder, tearing through bone and muscle. Yet the beast's other limb slammed into him, sending him crashing into a half-ruined building. He burst from the rubble, barely slowing, surging forward again. freēwēbnovel.com

10 seconds.

Xhar'Thul lashed out violently, slamming Damian again and again. Each blow fractured bones, but Damian felt no pain, no hesitation—he was beyond that now. His spear flashed through the air, cleaving deep into the monster's torso.

5 seconds.

He saw it then—the core. Deep within the monster's chest, glowing, pulsing—a twisted knot of energy where Ralvek's mana core was merging with Xhar'Thul's ancient core.

Damian launched himself forward, everything he had left poured into this final attack. His voice roared across the battlefield.

"This ends now!"

3…

His spear burst forward like a comet.

2…

He sliced through the beast's chest, cleaving flesh and bone.

1…

His weapon pierced the twin cores, skewering them, erupting in blinding white fire that shattered the darkness.

0…

An explosion of raw energy flung Damian backward, crashing him brutally against the earth. He lay there, gasping, vision flickering between blackness and painful bursts of light.

Yet despite his effort, despite sacrificing his very soul, he had only managed to destroy Ralvek's mana core—not the creature's.

Xhar'Thul still stood, staggering, weakened, but alive. Its roar filled the sky, shaking the ruins of Haven City.

He had destroyed Ralvek, shattered his corrupted mana core, but the monster remained. It also had its own consciousness.

Damian's hand twitched weakly at his side, fingers brushing against the broken shards of his once mighty Hellfire Spear. The weapon—now little more than dull fragments of twisted metal and flickering embers—felt cold against his bloodied skin.

His mana was depleted. His body broken beyond measure.

But there was still one thing left…

"Soul… Seal," he rasped the forbidden spell's name, bitter on his tongue. It was the same incantation he had used decades ago to lock away the Demon King's soul deep within his own mana core. A spell that tore the soul apart, bound it, contained it in a cage of pure mana and sheer willpower.

A spell that nearly killed him last time.