Warlock Ch 134. Too Slow
The Titan raised its massive fist, dark energy pooling around it as it prepared another [Abyssal Strike]. Damian tensed, readying himself to dodge, but a thought flickered in his mind.
'This is too slow.'
His [Hellfire Spears] were doing damage, sure, but the cooldown and preparation ti left too many openings. He needed sothing faster, sothing more relentless. His mories as Kaelan stirred—a vivid recollection of conjuring multiple projectiles at once, raining destruction on his enemies like a fiery storm.
"What if…" he muttered, his voice trailing off. He closed his eyes briefly, focusing his Mana. The warmth of the [Hellfire Spear] flickered in his mind, but he didn't stop there. He visualized not just one, but many—an arsenal of blazing javelins ready to strike.
His Mana surged, and the air around him grew hot. He could feel the spell forming, new and unstable, but powerful.
[New Skill Unlocked!]
[Infernal Javelins Lv. 1: Summon multiple spears of intense, corrosive flas, designed for rapid throwing. Each javelin pierces magical barriers with enhanced corrosive effects. The number of javelins summoned increases with each level, and fla and corrosive power are amplified by 30% per spear. Cooldown is reduced as the skill levels up.]
Damian's eyes snapped open, a wild grin spreading across his face. "Bingo."
He stretched his hands outward, summoning a series of fiery javelins that hovered in the air around him, their flas crackling with raw energy. The Titan's eyes glowed brighter as it sensed the new threat, but Damian didn't give it a chance to react.
"Let's see how you like this!" he shouted, launching the first javelin. It shot through the air like a blazing cot, slamming into the Titan's shoulder.
[Abyssal Titan] took 920 damage!
Before the first explosion had even settled, Damian hurled the second, third, and fourth javelins in rapid succession. Each one struck with precision, the combined force tearing into the Titan's defenses.
[Abyssal Titan] took 880 damage!
[Abyssal Titan] took 930 damage!
[Abyssal Titan] took 870 damage!
The Titan roared in pain, its massive body stumbling backward as the relentless assault continued. But Damian wasn't done yet. He summoned another volley of [Infernal Javelins], his Mana surging as the air around him shimred with heat.
"Golem, keep it distracted!" Damian commanded.
The Stoneback Golem charged forward, its massive rocky form colliding with the Titan's legs in a thunderous crash. The impact sent shockwaves through the ground, montarily unbalancing the Titan.
[Earthquake Stomp]
[Abyssal Titan] took 740 damage!
The Spectral Serpent seized the opportunity, slithering around the Titan's legs and releasing another cloud of toxic mist. The venom seeped into the Titan's wounds, compounding the damage.
[Venomous Mist]
[Abyssal Titan] took 680 damage over ti!
Damian grinned, raising another javelin. "You're not looking so tough now, are you?" he taunted, launching the fiery spear directly at the Titan's core.
[Abyssal Titan] took 1,120 damage!
The Titan let out an enraged roar, its red eyes burning brighter as it unleashed its ultimate move. Dark energy erupted from its core, spreading outward in a devastating shockwave that sent both the Golem and the Serpent flying.
[Void Eruption]
[Stoneback Golem] took 1,240 damage!
[Spectral Serpent] took 1,400 damage!
Damian staggered, barely managing to maintain his footing as the shockwave washed over him. His [Shadow Barrier] flickered to life just in ti, absorbing the brunt of the attack.
He gritted his teeth, the force of the attack leaving him montarily winded. "Damn," he muttered, shaking his head to clear the ringing in his ears. The Titan was on its last legs, but so was his team.
"Alright," Damian growled, summoning another volley of [Infernal Javelins]. The fiery spears hovered around him, their heat distorting the air. "Let's finish this."
He launched the first javelin, aiming for the Titan's chest. It struck with a deafening explosion, the flas consuming the creature's core.
[Abyssal Titan] took 1,200 damage!
The second and third javelins followed in quick succession, each one finding its mark. The Titan stumbled, its massive fra barely holding together.
[Abyssal Titan] took 1,100 damage!
Damian summoned one final javelin, pouring the last of his Mana into the attack. The spear burned brighter than any before it, its flas a blinding white-hot inferno.
"This is for all the crap you put through," Damian muttered, hurling the javelin with all his strength.
The javelin struck the Titan's core, the explosion engulfing the creature in a massive fireball. Its roar was drowned out by the sound of the flas, and when the smoke cleared, nothing remained but smoldering ashes.
[Abyssal Titan Defeated!]
Damian collapsed onto his back, letting out a long, ragged breath as he stared up at the flickering lights of the training hall ceiling. His body felt like it had been hit by a runaway train.
[Congratulations! Level Up!]
Na: Damian Blackthorn
Level: 65
Class: Warlock of Eternal Bonds
Rank: C
[Skill Level Up!]
[Spectral Surge Lv. 6: Boosts speed, strength, and reflexes by 50%, with movents creating multiple afterimages to confuse enemies. Duration extended to 18 minutes, with a 20-second cooldown.]
[Shadow Step Lv. 4: Allows the user to step through shadows, instantly teleporting to a nearby location. Cooldown: 20 seconds. Increased range and precision.]
[Void Rift Lv. 3: The caster tears a more stable rift into the void, creating a larger zone of swirling arcane energy. The rift pulls in enemies within a wider radius, slowing their movents and dealing higher periodic damage.]
[Servant Level Up!]
Fenrith
HP: 1,700/1,700
MP: 300/300
Skills: [Savage Bite], [Triple Roar], [Void Howl], [Lunar Blessing]
Bloodwing Raven
HP: 2,200/2,200
MP: 400/400
Skills: [Life Siphon], [Bloodstorm], [Screech of Terror]
Stoneback Golem
HP: 3,200/3,200
MP: 250/250
Skills: [Earthquake Stomp], [Stone Skin], [Rock Shard Barrage]
Spectral Serpent
HP: 2,900/2,900
MP: 500/500
Skills: [Venomous Mist], [Ghostly Glide], [Soul Bind]
The summoning formation dimd. A sign that the ti was up.
Damian chuckled weakly. "Not bad," he muttered, wincing as he tried to sit up. His muscles scread in protest, and he imdiately regretted the decision.
Cassius, still lounging in his chair with the now-empty teacup, raised an eyebrow. "You look like death."
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