The Last Warlock - Chapter 65

From the top of a small hill, Mack, now with clothes, observed the unending tide of mages coming his way.

The entire mage army, composed of hundreds of thousands of mages against two warlocks.

Raz, by the side of Mack, was still tired of the last battle. He had been fighting for almost an entire day already.

There is no such thing as unending energy. Every living being was bound to his body’s limits.

Mack had decided, in this fight, he would go alone. Raz had already done enough for him.

“You will wait here. This time is my turn to fight, rest, and recuperate.. If time comes that I need help, I will call for it.”

Raz looked to the side, trying to find words, but he knew he was in his last breaths.

In the end, Raz only gave a small nod. He saw what Mack could do.

‘Now let’s see what this level 4 body can do’

Thought Mack to himself, he was eager to see how much stronger and faster he got after two evolutions.

Mack took a step back and flexed his legs.

“You better stay a bit far brother.”

Said Mack, looking to Raz.

Raz, not understanding what Mack was talking about, only looked confused but still moved a few steps back.

“More way more”

Say Mack again.

Raz moved a few more meters and looked at Mack. Wondering what this guy planned to do.

Mack wanted to see how his new body would perform without any buff or whatever from any runespell and because of that he didn’t active his middle finger runespell yet.

He was going to test his raw body strength and speed first.

Mack flexed even more his legs, like someone preparing for a jump.

He could feel his own muscles stretching, and it seemed to contain hundreds of times more power than before.

Mack took a breath.

And jumped.

~boom~

Dust rose from where Mack was, and Raz was sent stumbling on the ground by the shock-wave.

Raz raised from the ground and shook the dust. He looked to the ground and small crater was formed, not big, the size of three meters at most, but was still shocking because Raz didn’t saw Mack activate any of his weird runespells, and he knew Mack didn’t followed the traditional warlock path.

Raz put his hand over his eyes to avoid the sunlight and looked to the front but could not see Mack. He thought the guy was aiming to the mage army.

Raz raised his head and looked at the sky.

And there he saw. Mack flying like a bird straight to the sun.

Miles away from the ground already.

Looking to the sky, Raz saw a bright flash of red light that quickly vanished. And then that little dot called Mack quickly changed from going up to going down, but was not going down like someone falling. But more like a meteor coming at full speed to the ground.

Raz could not believe that. How did he change direction in midair? Was that because of the flash of red light?

Then Raz saw the typical ‘red’ form that Mack used in battles. Blood red like fire came from that little dot, leaving a red trail in the sky.

Everyone from the mage army saw that, but the dot was so small that they thought was a single fireball. And they could not care less about one fireball. It was not a threat at all for them.

Raz kept looking at that red dot in the sky and his trail.

Raz changed his gaze to the army in front of him to estimate the location of the impact.

Right in the middle of the mage army.

When Raz confirmed the location, he didn’t even have time to ponder over it, because in the next moment, Mack hit the ground at full speed.

A gigantic cloud of dust rose in the middle of the mage army.

And then the shock-wave came.

Raz could see with his eyes the shock-wave coming, just like a tide in the sea.

He threw himself to the ground and protected his head.

~boom~

Raz ears bled from the sound and debris of rocks came along hitting all over his body.

When the shock-wave passed, Raz raised from the middle of the debris, shook the dust, and looked in the army’s direction.

But what he saw, he would never expect.

A crater of miles, right by the middle of the mage army.

And in the middle of that crater he saw Mack, blood red wisps coming from his body like if he was burning alive, a sword in his right hand, and his cape fluttering behind him.

A demon in black and red.

Half of the mage army vanished with that single ‘attack’ from Mack. All the ones still alive were still trying to raise themself from the ground or trying to patch their broken bones. Some even screamed for help while others just went unconscious.

But every single one of the still alive mages become deaf.

Even Raz, that was miles away from the impact, was now deaf.

And because of it, no one could hear the sinister laugh that came from that crater.

Mack was happy.

And his happiness could only mean suffering to all mages.