Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives Chapter 426: Blood Moon Ritual [Part 1]

Warlock Ch 426. Blood Moon Ritual [Part 1]

"Silent?" she asked.

Damian nodded.

She disappeared in a blur.

Then—nothing.

Then—two soft thumps.

Both guards dropped, their throats pierced with hair-thin punctures that barely bled. Victoria reappeared, licking a drop of blood from her glove.

"Clean," she whispered.

No alarms.

No bodies left behind.

Only the quiet hum of death.

They were close now.

The top of the tower lood just above.

The last stretch.

Damian could feel it.

The ritual magic was stronger here—thicker. Like walking through syrup laced with screams.

The blood moon's light seeped through a broken window, casting everything in rust-red.

He raised a hand.

Everyone stopped.

He turned back to them—his team, his family, his chaos.

"We hit hard. We hit fast," he said. "Protect Cedric at all costs. Whatever they're raising—stop it."

Cassius tapped his knuckles against his temple. "Got it."

Victoria spun her glaive once, eyes glittering.

Evelyn pulled out her final mana scroll and grinned.

Selena exhaled slowly, steady now.

Lysandra cracked her neck, then her knuckles. "Let's wreck the bastards."

And with that, they ascended the final steps—

Into the belly of the vault.

Into the storm.

[System Announcent]

Warning: Ritual Initiation Detected – Blood Moon Protocol Stage I

Ti Remaining: 10 minutes until Phase I Completion

Objective Updated: Stop the Blood Moon Ritual before the first offering is consud.

Damian's pupils shrank. The system's alert flashed across his vision like a war horn in his mind. Ten minutes. That was all they had left before this entire tower turned into a bloody altar.

The Blood Moon Ritual. Ancient, forbidden, and sickeningly effective. An arcane construct designed to tether the soul of a powerful bloodline—like a fae prince—to an ancient magical anchor. Once completed, the victim's life force wouldn't just power the summoning. It would beco the spell's core. There'd be no reversing it. Cedric wouldn't die. He'd exist—trapped, twisted, as a living conduit of sothing not ant to walk this world.

"Damn it," he muttered, hands clenching at his sides. "It's starting."

Cassius turned slightly, brows lifting under his hood. "So much for the stealth approach."

"Ten minutes," Damian said. "Tops."

Victoria stretched her arms with a grin, her glaive already humming with eager mana. "Then I say we stop knocking and start kicking down doors."

"Didn't you say that last ti?" Evelyn murmured, her eyes glowing faintly behind her mask as sparks of arcane energy danced around her wrists.

"That's because I'm always right," Victoria shot back with a wink.

But even through the banter, the mood turned razor-sharp. The Blood Moon Ritual wasn't just a na—it was an old, horrible process. Banned in nearly every known realm. Used only by the most desperate, or the most insane.

Once it started? There was no undoing it. Not unless they shattered the ritual and everyone involved.

Which ant they had to move.

They sprinted down the next corridor—but then the stone floor under them shifted.

Cassius cursed. "Trap."

Too late.

The floor gave way—not entirely, but enough. Stone segnts collapsed inward, revealing a pit of twitching, cursed thorns. Damian reacted instantly.

[Telekinesis]

He yanked Evelyn and Selena toward him mid-air as the collapse completed, planting his boots against the opposite wall and flipping them to safety.

Victoria just leapt over it like a dancer.

Cassius shadow-stepped and reappeared beside them with an annoyed grunt.

"A floor trap? Really? Who are we fighting, an angsty dungeon designer?"

Damian landed hard, his coat billowing as he growled, "I guess one of them."

They didn't have ti to recover.

The next chamber opened up ahead—round, vaulted ceilings, glowing glyphs burning along the walls.

And then the enemies ca.

From the darkness—shambling forward with purpose—undead. Dozens of them.

[System Notification]

Enemy Detected: Hollow Dreadknights (A-Rank Undead Legion)

Level: 165–178

Type: Constructed Revenants, Death Magic Infused

Weakness: Fire, Holy, Severed Limbs

Threat: High in groups

And at the center—taller, cloaked in rotting robes, eyes glowing like lanterns made of hatred—

Arch-Necromancer Zurel, Herald of Bone

Type: Undead Spellcaster, Bloodmoon Affiliated

"Oh, co on," Damian muttered. "Who nas themselves Herald of Bone? Is there a starter pack for edgy necromancers?"

Zurel didn't waste ti talking. He raised his hand.

Bone spires erupted from the ground, smashing upward.

"Scatter!" Damian shouted.

[Shadow Step]

He blinked sideways, narrowly dodging a spike that would've skewered his spine.

Selena twisted mid-air, flipping to safety. Evelyn threw up a shield around herself as shards peppered her like spectral bullets. Victoria grunted as she deflected an entire spike with the flat of her glaive, but it still knocked her back three steps.

The undead surged forward.

Hollow Dreadknights wore remnants of ancient armor fused to their rotting bodies, dragging rusted weapons that reeked of cursed mana. But they were fast—faster than normal A-rank undead. Each one moved like a trained soldier that had forgotten how to die.

Damian didn't hesitate.

[Hellfire Spear]

He spun once, hurling a blazing spear into the center of the horde.

-Boom!

The explosion seared a dozen of them instantly, fire and corrosion tearing through their armor. Two disintegrated on impact, but the others staggered forward—still moving, still fighting.

Cassius stepped up beside him, eyes narrowing.

"Guess it's ti for crowd control."

He extended both hands.

[Summon: Abyss Howlers]

Three massive shadow beasts ford around him, snapping and growling. Each one surged into the mob, ripping into bones with black jaws and glowing eyes. They didn't just kill—they consud. Every bite disintegrated parts of the undead permanently.

"Victoria!" Damian called.

"On it."

She charged into the thickest part of the horde.

Her glaive beca a blur of motion—slicing, sweeping, spinning. Heads flew. Limbs crashed to the floor. Every ti her weapon connected, a blast of mana followed, shattering multiple enemies at once.

Selena moved behind her, darting through shadows. She didn't swing wide like Victoria—she went precise. Surgical. Her twin blades struck necks, tendons, joints. One slash. One kill. Her face was pale but focused.

Evelyn hung back near the pillar and raised her hands.

[Arcane Bolt]