Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 433: You’re Not Even a God

Warlock Ch 433. You're Not Even a God

"Little warlock... burning yourself alive to protect them?"

The beast's chest pulsed with sickly light. "You're not a king. You're not even a god. You're just a broken thing wearing a dead man's rage."

Damian coughed violently, black-red blood hitting the back of his hand. His vision flickered. Mana crackled—but barely. His reserve was low. Too low.

[System Alert]

Mana Reserve: 7%

Status: Internal Bleeding Detected

Warning: You are under the effect of [Soul Burn] and [Crimson Drain]

He floated in place—hovering above the shattered skyline, watching the destruction unfold. Haven was dying. Fires lit every street. Screams, explosions, the stench of charred bone and shattered stone. Magic residue clung to every surface, tasting like copper and dust. It was suffocating.

"I don't care…" he muttered, low and hoarse. "Say what you want. Just… don't touch them."

Xhar'Thul laughed. The sound split the sky. "And yet you bleed for them. Weak."

The creature lunged.

Its arm, now twisted into a claw of dark bone and molten crystal, shot toward Aria—who was casting a healing barrier over Evelyn.

Damian didn't think.

He moved.

[Telekinesis – Full Burst]

[Shadow Step]

[Emergency Boost Triggered – Corrupted Reserves Accessed]

He flashed in front of her, shoulder-first, body arching as the claw struck him instead.

Bone cracked. Flesh tore. His body slammed into the pavement like a meteor.

Everything went dark.

The pain that came next was too much to scream. His ribs—gone. Left side—crushed. Vision—flickering. Blood filled his mouth.

And he smiled through it.

Because Aria was still standing. Evelyn, breathing. The others—still fighting.

[System Notification]

Critical Injury: Chest Plate Shattered. Internal Trauma Detected.

You are now in [Last Stand] mode

Skill Available: [Demon King's Wrath: Absolute Sacrifice]

Use at your own risk. Life Force will be consumed.

Damian blinked through blood. Something hot trailed down his cheek. He wasn't sure if it was a tear or his own body giving out. Somewhere above him, the throne flickered—its power waning.

He looked up. The beast loomed. Its core glowed again—charging another world-ending pulse.

It was going to kill them.

Unless he stood.

His arm twitched.

Then another.

And then, his fingers dug into the broken earth. He pushed. Slow. Agonizing.

Blood dripped from his chin, but his voice came out low, guttural.

"...you don't… get to win."

[Shadow Step]

[Override: Physical Threshold Ignored – Demon King's Core Engaged]

[Shadow Step Successful]

He blinked from the crater—straight into the sky again.

Rising like smoke. Glowing like a dying star.

Victoria saw him first. Her eyes widened. "Damian?!"

Aria gasped. "No—he's too—"

"I'm fine," he grunted, voice shaking. "One more shot. I've got one more left in me."

Selena's eyes welled up. "Damian, stop! Please!"

He looked at her—really looked. The panic. The desperation. The love.

And still—he smiled.

"I'm not dying until I make that bastard suffer."

He raised his weapon—what was left of the Hellfire Spear.

It was cracked now, burning wild. Too much power.

Good.

[Infernal Javelins – Overloaded – All Remaining Mana Injected]

[Shadow Inferno Strike – Final Tier Variant]

[Custom Spell Triggered: Blood Oath Burst]

He flew.

The world twisted behind him.

Xhar'Thul turned to face him just as he slammed the burning weapon into its chest.

There was a moment.

A brief silence.

Then—

The sky detonated.

An explosion of fire, darkness, and raw soul energy engulfed the beast. The shockwave leveled buildings. Streets split. Magic rippled outward, igniting the entire skyline in a dome of destruction.

Every soldier on the field was knocked off their feet.

Even Aria had to raise a holy shield to survive the backdraft.

When the smoke cleared— Damian floated.

Barely.

His body… broken. His armor—gone in places. One eye swollen shut. Blood leaking from his ears. His mouth was a line of red.

But he still held his weapon.

He still stood.

The creature—Xhar'Thul—reeled. Its chest gaping. Its right arm gone.

But it wasn't dead.

It screamed. A sound that made the clouds tear open.

And then it lunged.

Straight for Damian.

The world slowed.

He couldn't move.

His body was done.

No more mana.

No more strength.

He closed his eyes.

"Guess this is it…"

But then—

Something grabbed him.

Aria.

Her arms around his waist. Her wind spells howled around them.

"I've got you."

He blinked, dazed. "You're… insane."

"I know," she whispered. "But you're not allowed to die yet."

Below, Lysandra threw herself into the creature's path, roaring, unleashing a wave of frost strong enough to crack its legs. Victoria followed, hurling her glaive into its eye. Evelyn—bloodied and barely conscious—cast a pulse of energy to knock back the monsters crawling from the ruins.

Even Selena ran—screaming his name—toward him.

It was chaos. A storm of flame, blood, love, and war.

And Damian—broken, shattered, and barely alive—watched his people fight.

Not for power.

Not for glory.

But for him.

Tears burned down his cheek.

He laughed, broken and cracked.

"Look at this…" he rasped bitterly, the taste of iron heavy in his mouth. "After all this… we're still gonna lose."

Xhar'Thul towered above him, its twisted form pulsing with chaotic dark mana. The monstrous entity's chest heaved, black ichor dripping from countless wounds inflicted by his desperate, battered allies. Yet, still, it stood.

Its eyes—two burning eclipses filled with hate—focused entirely on him now. Damian was its primary target, its true threat. He was the only one who ever truly hurt it.

And now, with nothing left—no mana, no strength—Damian knew exactly how this would end.

Or so he thought.

As the creature surged forward again, a shadow flashed across his vision. A familiar, ragged cloak fluttered wildly through the air.

"Cassius…?" Damian breathed, heart seizing in panic. "What are you doing?!"

Cassius—battered, bloodied, and shaking—stood defiant in the monster's path, his dark magic sparking around him. His eyes, narrowed with a tired, resigned fury, glinted under his tangled hair.

His voice echoed over the chaos, firm despite the exhaustion.

"Keeping you alive, idiot!" he shouted. "You can't have all the glory!"