Strongest Warlock - Wizard World Irregular

Ethan was the pillar of this counterattack, so he couldn’t show any weaknesses to both his allies and his enemies.

As the swarms of Giant Locusts, Gargoyles, Fairies, Pixies, and other flying abominations from the Plague Faction fought across the sky, the battle on the ground was also getting intense with each passing minute.

The Plague Faction wasn’t weak to begin with, and now they had drawn upon their hidden reserves from the worlds they had conquered.

Elite Warriors, who were their subordinates, poured into the Akkadian Realm en masse, fighting against the opponents who had dared to invade their Masters’ world.

As more reinforcements arrived to help Zabab and his allies, the momentum of the Progenitors, who had sworn to help Ethan eliminate his enemies, started to slow down.

There were even signs of them gradually being pushed back, which made the Plague Faction sneer at their stupidity for invading their home world.

However, Zabab and the other Progenitors fought with everything they had because their lives depended on it.

Ethan, who was now more at ease that his wife had been rescued, locked his attention on Zabab and Tiruru, who were responsible for kidnapping Lily.

"Lilian, please come to me," Ethan said, his eyes filled with determination.

Having understood his intention, Lilian nodded and stood by his side, intertwining her hand with his.

The Akkadian Realm wasn’t part of Midgard, so their control over the elements of this world wasn’t as strong as they could be.

But that didn’t stop the two teenagers from combining their Legacies, activating their Legacy Resonance.

Dark clouds started to cover the skies, making the Progenitors from the Plague Faction frown.

This was their world, so no one should be able to easily tamper with the elements unless they reached a certain level, where even those from a foreign world had no choice but to bend to their will.

Ethan still had magic flowing inside his body, but was only unable to utilize it due to the exhaustion he felt.

This exhaustion couldn’t be cured by potions or spells.

It wasn’t just his mind and body that were exhausted, but also his soul, which wasn’t easily healed.

"Lilian, take the lead," Ethan said. "I will act as support for you."

Lilian nodded and raised her hand towards the sky.

Thunder boomed like the roars of hundreds of lions, while lightning flashed across the sky, lighting up the surroundings.

"Thunder God’s…" Lilian said as her eyes glowed in silver light. "Wrath!"

A blinding flash erupted in the heavens, washing away the darkness.

The rumbling sound of thunder followed, which seemed to herald the end of the world.

Countless lightning bolts descended like rain, obliterating those that Lilian deemed as enemies.

For nearly two minutes, everyone lost their sense of sight and hearing, as the rain of destruction fell without stopping.

When the bombardment of death finally ended, Lilian leaned against Ethan, panting for breath.

Chloe also supported her body from the side, allowing the young lady to keep standing.

Ethan’s face had turned a bit pale, but he still retained his aloof and arrogant expression.

They had managed to decimate a good chunk of the enemy’s forces, allowing their allies to regain the momentum that they had lost earlier.

The young man wanted nothing more than to take his lovers back to Midgard, and get some sleep to recover his strength.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t do that, so he endured and ordered those, who were manning the magical cannons of Atlantis, to start bombarding their enemies. ＲäƝꝋʙƐṡ

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"Sorry, I’m late." A handsome demon hovered above the city of Atlantis with his hands behind his back. "Things were very hectic earlier."

"Hectic isn’t even the right word," a beautiful lady with long red hair, and red eyes, commented. "It’s more like a bloodbath."

"Then let’s go with that," the handsome demon, Ashmedai, flashed a smile before shifting his gaze to Ethan. "You did well, Ethan. We’ll take it from here. This is a bit personal, you see, and I don’t like other Progenitors thinking that they can treat me like a doormat."

Ashmedai, the Patron Deity of the Valentin Family, was smiling.

However, deep inside, he was burning in rage because the Plague Faction dared to touch his people, especially Lily, who was carrying the future lineage of the Valentin Family.

Ethan stared at the Progenitor, whose blood also flows inside his veins, and sighed internally.

Now that his reinforcements had arrived, he could finally get some rest.

A portal appeared behind Ashmedai, and from that portal, two men stepped into the Akkadian Realm.

One of them was a handsome man whose long black hair fluttered in the breeze.

His gaze was filled with killing intent after hearing that his daughter-in-law, who was pregnant with his grandchildren, had been kidnapped by the Plague Faction.

The second was an Old Man, wearing a suit of black armor.

His long silver hair was tied behind his back, and from a distance, he looked like a very kind old man, who could never hurt a soul.

However, despite his features, Ethan could tell that his grandfather was also very angry.

The Demon Lord who terrorized all of Midgard had come to settle the score with the Plague Faction.

He was none other than Balthazar Valentin.

A man hailed as the strongest Demon Lord, who made the Kings and Emperors of the world tremble due to his overwhelming might.

Seeing that his grandson was at his limit and his granddaughter-in-law was unconscious, the fury that blazed inside Balthazar’s heart even surpassed that of Ashmedai and his son, Lleu, combined.

He had defended Midgard from the advance of the hostile forces in the Land of Saraqael for hundreds of years, not only for Midgard, but for the future generation of the Valentin Family.

He wanted nothing more than to personally cut off the heads of the Progenitors of the Plague Faction one by one, and turn their skulls into wine goblets he would use to drink his wine to sate his thirst.

Balthazar drew the black sword from its scabbard and gripped it with both hands.

Raising it above his head, the sword blazed in black flames that rose high into the sky.

His family members, who numbered less than ten people, were very precious to him.

Harming any of them was akin to touching his reverse scale, which would lead to dire consequences.

"Let death silence all!" Balthazar roared, swinging his sword that was filled with his fury downwards. "Death’s Whisper!"

The moment he slashed his word down, a wave of black flames descended from the heavens, threatening to drown everyone in the hellish flames that not even Progenitors would be able to face unscathed.

Ashmedai laughed before taking a step forward, and teleporting beside Tiruru, who had captured Lily in Midgard.

"B*tch!" Ashmedai gave the Locust Queen a resounding slap on the face, sending the latter flying with her powerful Progenitor blood seeping from the corner of her lips.

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