Strongest Warlock - Wizard World Irregular

Regret.

Endless regret.

If there was a cure for it, the Plague Faction would willingly buy it regardless of the price.

Unfortunately, regret was an emotion that could only be felt after things had come to pass.

And now, it was too late for regrets.

The Slaughterer of the Valentin Family, Lleu, moved across the battlefield like an angel of death.

Six dark angelic wings sprouted behind his back as he mowed down everything in his path.

His father, former Demon Lord Balthazar, was thoroughly enraged when he found out that the mother of his unborn great grandchildren had been kidnapped and taken against her will.

The fury inside his chest burned so bright, reflected on the sword in his hand, which blazed with hellish flames that extended hundred of meters long, annihilating everything in its path with a single strike.

The maddened Demon Lord, whom even Progenitors in the Lands of Saraqael dared not to face head-on, was changing the face of the battlefield, each attack causing deep fissures as if he wanted to slice the entire world in half.

Seeing his father and grandfather fight for the first time, Ethan was thoroughly impressed with how powerful they were.

The others also watching the father and son pair rampage on the battlefield couldn’t help but shudder and think how anyone who crossed their paths would die miserable deaths.

"Zabab!" Balthazar shouted as he charged at the strongest Progenitor of the Plague Faction. "Your head is mine!"

Malrith, who had been fighting Zabab earlier, hastily backed away because, not wanting to get involved in this battle of life and death.

"Foolish mortal! Just because you wounded me once in the past, you’ve become cocky!" Zabab, who was also enraged at the current situation of their realm, couldn’t help but roar back in anger.

If only he knew things would end up like this, he wouldn’t have agreed to the plan of kidnapping Lily in order to use her as a bargaining chip for Erra’s release.

He thought that after the battle in the Lands of Saraqael had ended, Ashmedai would be more open to negotiate an exchange of prisoners.

However, he didn’t expect that Ethan and his army would invade their realm before negotiations could even start.

The worst part—even before the battle in the Lands of Saraqael had concluded, Ashmedai, Balthazar, and Lleu did not hesitate to come to the Akkadian Realm to join the fight, which had been leaning in the favor of the Plague Faction’s side earlier.

The Progenitor of Magic, Hecate, snapped her fingers, summoning countless fireballs and made them rain down from the sky.

This scene, if painted by a painter, would be given one name and one name only.

And that name was…

Armageddon.

Despite the reinforcements who came from the worlds under their control, the addition of two Progenitors and the two men who were out for blood changed the tide of battle. ℞АƝọ𐌱ƐṨ

Ashmedai, who was known for being laid back and hiding his true strength, erupted with power.

In just the span of five minutes, Tiruru no longer had the strength to fight back and fell under his hands.

Ashmedai didn’t kill her and simply summoned a portal.

He then casually tossed her inside of it, as if he was just taking out the trash.

His gaze then shifted to Ilulu, who was being pushed back by Lleu, whose bloodthirsty gaze made the Progenitor feel that her death was inevitable.

Although Lleu and Balthazar weren’t Progenitors, both of them had been blood-soaked in the battlefield of the Lands of Saraqael and fought many powerful beings nearly everyday.

That kind of battle experience had pushed their strength to the limit, giving them Pseudo-Progenitor powers.

It also helped that both of them were highly resistant to poison, corruption, and other debuffs, which the Plague Faction specialized in.

Seeing Lleu and Balthazar hellbent on personally dealing with Ilulu and Zabab, Ashmedai set his gaze to Zorathul, who was commanding the Gargoyles to attack Atlantis.

"You’re next." Ashmedai sneered as he took a step forward and vanished from where he stood. Your next read is at

Zorathul sensed danger behind him and immediately turned around to block Ashmedai’s kick.

A powerful shockwave erupted from the point of impact, blasting away the Gargoyles who were protecting their lord.

While this was happening, Zabab, who found himself unable to subdue Balthazar in a short time, briefly glanced at his surroundings.

The Progenitors following Ethan’s orders were ganging up on his comrades, subduing them one by one.

His eyes turned bloodshot the more he looked around, painfully aware that his faction was completely outnumbered and outclassed.

They had the upper hand when it came to the low-ranking armies, but the opponent’s high-level fighters, almost all of whom were Progenitors, chipped away at their strongest combatants, leaving the small fries behind.

This wasn’t an ideal scenario, and Zabab knew that it was only a matter of time before all of them were neutralized and captured by their foe.

"Ashmedai! This wouldn’t have happened if you had just agreed to release Erra!" Zabab shouted. "It’s all your fault! You bastard!"

Ashmedai kicked Zorathul, pushing the Gargoyle Progenitor back by hundreds of meters before glancing at Zabab’s direction.

"Blaming me for your stupidity makes you beyond stupid." Ashmedai sneered. "You’re the fools who tried to stick your foot in Midgard, and you blame me for imprisoning Erra? If you minded your own business, all of this wouldn’t have happened!

"Don’t shift the blame to me for the stupid things you do! If you dare to fight, then you should also prepare to lose!"

Zabab gritted his teeth in anger because he couldn’t refute the Demonic Progenitor’s words.

They genuinely thought Erra could get away with building a small force in the Lands of Alastor, which would’ve ideally spread like wildfire.

The Plague Rats were only one of their plans for taking control of Midgard.

They had done similar things to other worlds, and they had been able to get away with it.

Unfortunately, they used the same tactic on the wrong world, and Ashmedai wasn’t merciful to those who touched the people whom he treated as kin.

As the minutes passed, it became clearer that the Plague Faction no longer had any chance of winning.

Zabab, Illulu, and the two last Progenitors, who were barely hanging on, decided that staying would only bring more losses on their part.

They no longer hesitated and used the Will of the World to temporarily prevent their enemies from pursuing them, allowing them to escape through a portal that led to one of the subjugated worlds under their control.

The moment the Progenitors disappeared, their subordinates lost the morale to continue fighting.

Unfortunately, Zorathul wasn’t fast enough to escape. Ashmedai and Hecate knocked him out of the skies before binding him in hell-forged chains, which he couldn’t break free from.

Seeing that there were no longer any chances for them to win, the armies of the Plague Faction surrendered.

The Armies under Ethan’s command didn’t want to continue senseless slaughter, so they stopped fighting as well.

Raising Areadbhair and pointing its tip toward the sky, Ethan silently declared their victory.

Cheers erupted around him, which finally brought an end to the consecutive battles that led to the Plague Faction’s defeat.

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