Strongest Warlock - Wizard World Irregular

All of them could be very destructive in their own right, but there was one element that had both speed, strength, and more destructive power that could pass through almost any defense.

It was none other than lightning.

The Bane of Evil things in the world, and one that was quickest to strike those who offend their wielders.

Only a few individuals could wield this power, and all of them had the ability to call forth destructive storms that could sweep over the land, illuminating night as if it were day and piercing through their foes as if they weren't wearing any defensive armor.

A blood-curdling scream spread on the battlefield as the Necromancer found himself being smitten by Heavenly Lightning.

He wasn't afraid of Ethan's mastery over the Water Element or Lily's Ice Magic that could freeze those that were hit by her attacks.

Although he had heard that the Tide Bringer was a Deity of Sea and Storm, he thought that, at most, the teenage boy could only call forth a Giant Wave as well as summon Sea Creatures to fight for him.

It wasn't within his expectations that the young man, whose body he coveted, was able to wield the power of Lightning, which only a true Deity could call forth.

What he didn't know was that the only reason why Ethan was able to call forth this destructive attack was due to the power that Sebastian had passed into his body.

The Stone Trident had been absorbing Magical Energy from its surroundings for hundreds of years, which it was saving for an attack as payback against its Master who had left it alone for centuries.

Also, after making love with Lily, the Magical Circuits in Ethan's body had truly started to recover, which surprised the young man.

Not only had they started to awaken, but a good part of them were also repaired, decreasing the leakage of Magical Energy from his body.

This allowed Ethan to reinforce all of his magical attacks and strengthen them with the power of his Legacy and Bloodline.

Aside from the Tide Bringer's Legacy, there was another Legacy that had also started to awaken inside his body.

This was the original Legacy he possessed, which he was still unaware of.

Even so, his other half made sure to take advantage of Ethan's current strength, and helped the teenage boy in his battle, supporting him from within their Sea of Consciousness.

All the fighting seemed to have come to a complete stop as everyone lost their sense of hearing.

Blood oozed out of the ears of the Orcs, Goblins, Trolls, and Ogres.

Although Ethan's allies didn't suffer the same injury as their foes, they all still lost their sense of hearing, forcing them to retreat for the time being.

Right now, they knew that no matter what they did, the outcome of the war ultimately hung on who would emerge victorious between the Necromancer and the two teenagers.

When the light completely receded, all that remained of the Giant Bone Skeleton was a pile of ashes.

However, Ethan and Lily didn't put their guard down, looking around their surroundings to search for the traces of their foe.

Suddenly, a black mist rose up beside Ethan's right foot and swiftly flew towards his open lips, making the young man tremble.

Lily, who was a step too late in noticing what had happened, could only look in horror as the young man beside her started to scream in pain while holding his head.

Black aura swirled around Ethan's body, as the Necromancer tried to overwhelm him with his magical and spiritual power, which was the only advantage he had over the teenage boy.

Suddenly, a powerful gust of wind surged from Ethan's body and blew the young lady away.

Fortunately, the young lady regained her balance mid-air and landed on the ground unhurt.

A black tornado began to rage where Ethan stood, preventing anyone from coming over to help him.

While this was happening, a great battle was being waged inside Ethan's Sea of Consciousness.

The young man exchanged blows with the Old Necromancer, resulting in loud explosions with each strike, but the latter was as slippery as an eel, evading or deflecting his attacks with ease.

The two were battling using their Soul Power, and Ethan found himself at a great disadvantage.

It had only been a few months since he had entered Brynhildr Magical Academy, and he still hadn't learned how to defend his mind from Mind and Soul attacks.

Even so, after absorbing the Blood Essence of the Tide Bringer, his Mental and Soul Strength was greater than ever before.

Unfortunately, no matter how intimidating a Professional Body Builder was, he was still not a match against a Professional Boxer who knew how to throw punches that were meant to knock out his target.

This was the same battle that was happening inside Ethan's Sea of Consciousness.

Ethan was the bodybuilder, and the Necromancer was the boxer.

The Necromancer had spent most of his life subduing his enemies by attacking their minds.

It didn't matter how strong they were physically because he had no intention of exchanging blows with his opponent.

His specialty was Soul attacks, and right now, the Old Necromancer was in his element.

After several exchanges, the Old Necromancer finally found an opportunity to land a blow on Ethan's chest, making the young man stagger.

"You're a hundred years too early to defeat me, boy!" The Old Necromancer grabbed Ethan's neck and lifted him off the ground with a sneer on his face. "Thank you for giving me the perfect vessel. I will make sure to use it to conquer the world!"

The Necromancer laughed as he tightened his hold on Ethan's neck, choking the young man, and making him unable to breathe properly.

Ethan grabbed hold of the Necromancer's hand with both hands as he struggled to pry his grip off his neck.

He even kicked the Necromancer repeatedly, using all of his strength, but the latter only raised a spiritual barrier to negate his attacks.

Soon, Ethan's resistance weakened as he lay limp in the Necromancer's grasp, unable to muster any more strength.

Seeing that his opponent had been thoroughly weakened, the Necromancer snarled as he raised his voice in triumph.

"Your Soul is mine!"

The Necromancer then opened his mouth in order to absorb Ethan's soul.

However, before he could succeed with his plan, a hand grabbed hold of his neck from behind in a vice grip.

"Wrong." Ethan's other half sneered. "It is your Soul that is mine!"

This time, it was the Old Necromancer's turn to desperately struggle, but no matter what he did, he couldn't pry off the hand that was holding him from behind.

He couldn't even turn his head because he was firmly locked in place.

Ethan, who lay on the ground opened his eyes and took a deep breath. His gaze landed on the Necromancer, whose bloodshot eyes were looking at him in disbelief, anger, desperation… and fear.

"I'm a good actor, no?" Ethan lightly rubbed his neck as he propped himself off from the ground. "Seriously, you took your sweet time. What if he actually succeeded in absorbing my soul?"

The other Ethan chuckled.

"Since I am here, it is impossible for that to happen," the other Ethan replied before strengthening his grip on the Necromancer's neck. "This is checkmate."

With a loud crack, the other Ethan crushed the Necromancer's neck, making the latter fall limp in his arms.

A moment later, the Necromancer's soul turned into a black mist that the other Ethan absorbed through his mouth.

Ethan watched this scene from start to end with a calm expression on his face.

Truth be told, he and his other half had already set a trap for the Necromancer, whom they knew would try to possess his body at the most optimal moment.

The plan was that Ethan would distract the Necromancer and allow the latter to think that he had the upper hand, while his other half would attack the Necromancer from behind when the latter lowered his guard.

Since the Necromancer didn't know that Ethan's Legacy, which could be considered another soul, was inside the young man's sea of consciousness, he had lost the battle the moment he tried to possess Ethan's body.

"Is it over?" Ethan asked his other half.

"It is over." the other Ethan nodded.

Outside the raging black tornado that prevented anyone from getting close, Lily and the Allied Tribes were getting restless.

Several minutes had already passed since the Necromancer had possessed the young man, and they were worried that the Tide Bringer would lose in a battle of souls.

After what seemed like years, the Black Tornado disappeared, allowing everyone to see a young man who was standing still with his eyes staring in front of him in a daze.

Lily didn't hesitate and appeared in front of Ethan.

Her trembling hands cupped his face, and her worried gaze looked at his dazed eyes which seemed to have no life in them.

"Ethan?" Lily said softly, half afraid that the one who answered her would not be the teenage boy she loved, but the evil Necromancer, who had successfully taken over her lover's body.

She stared at his face for nearly two minutes before the young man's body shuddered. A moment later, light and life returned to his eyes as he looked at the beautiful lady, who had taken a gamble to stand in front of him, despite not knowing who was currently in possession of his body.

"Lily," Ethan said with a smile. "It's over."

The young lady's lips trembled as she kept looking at Ethan's eyes, trying to see if she was indeed looking at her lover or the monster that had ended his life.

Understanding her fears, Ethan wrapped his arms around her body and kissed her forehead.

He then placed his hand behind her head and pulled her close to him.

"Don't worry, it is me," Ethan stated, trying to prevent his voice from breaking. "We won."

It was only at this moment that Lily finally confirmed that Ethan had indeed emerged victorious from the battle.

Without caring that countless people were looking at them, she stood on tiptoes and kissed his lips, making the warriors of the Allied Tribes hoot and cheer for them.

The Monsters who saw this immediately ran away, in fear that the young man would wipe them all out for siding with his enemy.

Ethan didn't have time to run after these Monsters. Right now, for him, kissing the young lady in front of him was more important than cleaning them up.

With a hearty laugh that came from his heart, he lifted Lily in a princess carry and called a wave to send him back to the City of Zentris.

Now that they had won the war, it was time to celebrate.

And what better way to celebrate than making love to his wife who was more than willing to accept the fiery love that would soon drown her in countless waves of passion.