The Invincible Full-Moon System

Chapter 1290: Faring against a God (1)

A broken laugh—erupted from Rexʼs throat, wild, and uncontrollable, madness tangled with revelation. His expanding energy retaliated against Yultharʼs energy, and it kept on rising to the point that his energy which was akin to a small beacon became a massive, equal force.

Realizing that Yulthar—wasnʼt acknowledged by the System was a funny thing.

Considering that he is a God, this made Rex laugh hard.

His already high confidence was boosted even higher because of this revelation.

In the next instant, Rex transformed back into his Werewolf form, displaying the regal look his Werewolf form had once more—and crossed his claws in front of him. Under the heightening pressure, the ground underneath him began to quake.

An earthquake that gradually becomes more violent.

Seeing that Rex was preparing to battle, Yulthar stood majestically with the lance in hand.

Despite the vulnerability, he stood his ground and waited for Rex to finish.

Knowing exactly that Yulthar wasnʼt going to attack, he took his time—to control his kingly energy and channeled it throughout his body. Both kingly energies pumped hard, he didnʼt pull back anything and unleashed everything that he had.

As he did this, Rex sensed that his Banished Dark Moon kingly energy was stronger.

He smiled at this as Nivellen mustʼve exerted herself too to help him win.

If youʼre telling me to use your power without holding back then I would do exactly that.

Nodding his head, Rexʼs eyes flashed as a silvery layer of energy appeared above his skin.

Inhaling deeply, this silvery layer that was manifested through a condensation of moonlight energy—began to move towards his mouth. Just the amount of moonlight energy gathered was enough to terrify the onlookers.

None of them understand whatʼs going on.

A little bit earlier, they thought Rex was being overwhelmed—by the Yule Moon God, that has taken over Prince Leifʼs body. But then, Rex suddenly woke up and calmly sat down without a hint of worry in his eyes.

On the other hand, the Yule Moon God was still motionless.

But in the next moment, this happened and the battle continued again after a brief pause.

ROAR!!!

Just then, however, their eyes widened when a moonlight shockwave exploded from the roar and expanded with incredible speed towards them. Despite not knowing what it was, since it came from Rex, they expected it to be an attack and protected themselves.

It was the right decision as the moonlight shockwave was indeed an attack.

But as it made contact with the barrier of moonlight energy, protecting these Werewolves, all of them gasped and had their eyes widened. Painful screams escaped their mouths—as they found the shockwave was extremely lethal.

A sharp pain overwhelmed them, forcing them to stand from their kneeling positions.

Blood began seeping from every orifice upon being struck by the shockwave.

Many of them gritted their teeth and pointed their hands ahead, attempting to make another layer of protection, but were surprised when their claws and fingers began to crack. It was a shocking sight and before they could process this situation, their skin, and muscles began to be peeled off their bodies.

Out of the entire legion of Werewolves, only a handful of Alpha and Alpha Primes survived.

Contrary, the others were reduced to bones and killed on the spot.

Even the blessing from the Honey Moon that enhanced their regenerative ability wasnʼt able to help them sustain this attack. Similarly—the Silverstar Pack was also in the same position but they werenʼt as hurt as the other Werewolves.

Adhara, prone on the ground, covered her ears as the roar was too heavy.

Despite being protected by Rex from the full brunt of the shockwave, it was still painful.

None of them had seen this ability, presumably a new one Rex somehow obtained.

Flunra, on the side, also covered his ears but his gaze turned to the back—an evident worry could be seen on his face, ”Gistella...?” He muttered, searching for Gistella who he left while she was evolving her bloodline.

His pupils dilated as he saw Gistella a distance away.

Flickers of energy, a mix of brown and blue hues, could be seen steaming from her body.

In her state, she looked serene, molding her body silently with the overflowing energy within her from the ravenous devouring, she had done, ʼShe needs to be ready soon, I can feel that the next moment would be chaos—the royals alongside the Alpha Primes would certainly be joining the fight soon tooʼ

Even though the legions of Werewolves were crippled, the fight is still not over.

Gistella would be targeted if that happened.

But then, Flunra raised an eyebrow when he suddenly saw Gistellaʼs eyelids open abruptly.

At the sight of this, he tilted his head, ”G- Gistella...?”

Meanwhile, after casting the Echo of Night Spirits skill Rex refused the summoning—and was instead more focused on the notifications that appeared before him. Compared to Prince Leif—Yulthar was stronger even though their body were the same.

Due to that, he needs to go beyond his limits.

Fortunately, that was easily achieved thanks to the Demon Origin Fragment.

Reading the notification, Rex smiled as he could feel something within him break and leak with warm substance, like liquid, and permeate throughout his internal veins, boosting his strength past the limit.

His stats were without a doubt increasing at this moment.

A refreshing feeling that tickled his battle instinct, eager—to know how he would fare against a God. Even though Rex was itching to find out, he had another thing that he needed to do, a reward that he was expecting.

Even though the boost in stats was nice, Rex set his eyes on another reward instead.

System, upgrade that moon ability.

Rexʼs mind surged, with new information—as his memory over the True Werewolf King Blood Physique was replaced with something else, something far more powerful. Not wasting even a second, he bent his knees and flexed his arms, lowering his stance.

On the other hand, Yulthar watched in silence.

He was unbothered even by the slaughter of the Werewolf legion from Rexʼs earlier roar.

Despite the stake being high—Yulthar was not going to try, and beat Rex if he was not in full power. Beating Rex that way would sully the reputation that he held in high regard, and even if Rex needed to kill everyone around to be in full power, Yulthar would let him.

Rumble!

Suddenly, the ground trembled as rocks began to levitate around Rex slowly.

”Direct Moon Ability, Original Blood Physique...”

Sensing the shift in energy, Yultharʼs calm gaze turned toward the battlefield.

Blood from the fallen Werewolves across the battlefield, once lifeless and still, began to flow, drawn toward Rex, like iron to a magnet. The fresh blood pulsed with the sheer weight of the blood moon kingly energy, and with a grotesque splendor, it enveloped his form.

Not as a mere coating on the skin like before, the blood seeped into Rexʼs flesh.

Unlike the True Werewolf King Blood Physique, the Original Blood Physique was transforming him from within. His raven-black fur darkened, with a menacing red hue—and his claws grew into lethal blades of blood, dripping ominously.

His eyes, once sharp and calculating, were now entirely blood-red.

If the eyes were said to be the windows of oneʼs soul, Rexʼs eyes now were unpredictable.

On top of that, his Origin energy was amplified slightly in this form.

Even though the new moon ability, was an Origin-rank ability, it didnʼt cause a chaotic display of destruction but a quiet, yet horrifying shift in Rexʼs presence. Seeing this chance, Yultharʼs godly eyes narrowed as he sensed the heavy aura emanating from Rex.

It was invisible to most but felt like a black bole threatening to consume everything.

Still, Yulthar was not worried.

”Have you done your preparations...?” Yulthar asked, pulling out his lance from the ground.

Rex didnʼt answer and went into his battle stance instead.

He was smiling in utter anticipation of what his new moon ability would do.

Despite the thick and suffocating air—that made everything slow down, Rexʼs eyes widened when he saw Yulthar suddenly disappear from his spot. In the next second, Rex followed his senses and looked up.

Making his first move, Yulthar was already above him, a lance in hand, poised to strike.

In the next fraction of a second, the white lance began to vibrate and steam a bluish hue that rang Rexʼs senses almost immediately, sending danger signals, into his brain. Despite being a lot stronger than moments before with the Original Blood Physique moon ability activated, he wouldnʼt be able to win in a head-on confrontation.

The Yule Moonʼs prowess was lethal to Werewolves.

And as a Werewolf, Rex was no exception.

Clang!!

Rex leaped back to dodge the attack and saw the white lance pierce the earth.

It kept going down without any sign of coming back up.

Making his own move, Rex made a swiping motion two times with both hands—sending arcs of kingly energy infused with red force straight at Yulthar. But as the arcs of energy made an impact, Yulthar didnʼt move a muscle.

All of the kingly energies that struck him bounced off of him, he came out unscathed.

Only the ground behind was decimated by the powerful arcs.

Just as Rex did that, his eyes darted downwards as he sensed multiple points of energy that were heading straight at him. As he was in mid-air, he saw holes begin to appear, across the groundʼs surface, the white lance now turned into multiple lances, that pierced out of earthʼs crust like arrows.

Seeing this, Rex punched the air with red force to propel himself out of the way.

Landing on the ground firmly, he looked up and saw the lances were like homing missiles.

All of them redirected and followed him closely behind.

I need to get this battle out of here, the others would be hit by the collateral.

Glancing to the side, Rex saw that the others were still pinned on the ground—and were not able to move from their spots. It would be bad if these steaming blue white lances managed to reach them.

Knowing where to go, Rex cast the Primordial Step skill.

He dashed to the left in an attempt to create distance from the others.

However, as soon as he took a step, a painful hiss escaped his mouth as a white lance came out and stabbed him in the foot, pinning him in place. Not to mention, the steaming blue—of the white lance burst with Yule Moonʼs energy.

Rex grunted in pain as his foot was visibly melting from the inside.

He could read my mind, damn it!

Sensing that the white lances were right behind him, black lightning began to sizzle.

His hand crackled with arcane lightning mana as he grasped the white lance embedded in his foot—the Yule Moonʼs energy sizzled against his skin—piercing through the protective layer of lightning regardless.

Steam arose as the pain seared through him.

But with a growl of determination, he ripped the lance free and immediately moved.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Each missed lance that rained down made the ground tremble, each impact quaking the very earth. Rex gritted his teeth and turned around, making an abrupt stop from his escape before he channeled his kingly energy into his claws.

As opposed to running away, he decided to meet the onslaught head-on.

Clang!

Clang!

Each parry sent a metallic shriek into the air—his claws deflecting lance after lance, sending them skyward. By the time the eighth lance clattered away, he cracked his neck—his blood-red eyes narrowing with focus.

In a blur of speed, Rex leaped skyward, lightning trailing behind him.

He kicked and punched the eight lances, sending them hurtling back to their owner.

The God of the Yule Moon barely flinched, at the sight of the incoming lances—he waved his hand with effortless grace, veering away the lances from him and stabbing the space behind him.

Swoosh!

Blitz!

Just as the lance passed by, Yulthar glanced at it in surprise.

A black lightning bolt erupted from it, striking Yultharʼs face with a sudden crack.

He stumbled, eyes wide, as a portion of his face blackened from the unexpected blow.

”A mortal sullied your face,” Rexʼs voice stabbed through the air, humorously. ”though it was not your actual face but a face you borrowed, still... I donʼt know about you but I think thatʼs pretty shameful”