The Invincible Full-Moon System

Chapter 1053  Sing to your Gods

Dorlus’ breathing quickens with regret gripping tight.

Under the crimson-piercing gaze, he could feel the Origin’s blessing disappearing.

A vivid transformation unfolded before the onlookers’ eyes—Dorlus’ once light blue eyes, the eyes that were brimming with the Yule Moon’s power, gradually shifted to a delicate shade of light yellow, the very hue that marked the lowest rank in the Werewolf hierarchy.

It was the color of an Omega.

Viewing this change, the princess closed her eyes, knowing that it was the end for Dorlus.

Fate already abandoned him.

Such a change was believed to be a sign of inevitable death.

Only a powerful Alpha could experience such a change, the moment of their death, the eyes would reflect the doom they were about to face. Dorlus himself couldn’t feel this, but others watching already knew that his story ended here.

Arrogance and hatred got the best of him.

Motivated by the will to survive, knowing that there was a myriad of possibilities awaiting him in the new era, Dorlus let out a desperate whimper and hastily darted through the breach, he made a last attempt to escape this situation.

Tears welled in his eyes, a poignant reflection of the emotions driving his escape.

He exited the temple and crashed onto the ground roughly.

But fueled by the fear of impending demise, he pressed on, disregarding his wounded body.

‘I don’t want to die!’ Dorlus screamed inside his head.

Exerting the last remnants of his remaining energy, he clung to the hope that, by a stroke of luck, he could survive this crippling ordeal. He lets out a distressed howl, begging the Storm Prince to intervene and grant him salvation as he limped away.

However, his call was only replaced by absolute silence.

Just as he was only about meters away, a chilling air brushed against his nape.

Glancing over his shoulder, his eyes widened.

Slash!

“Graarggghh!!”

Dorlus’ right leg was completely severed as he fell to the ground, seething in extreme agony.

Painstakingly, he began to crawl like a worm.

“Let’s see how long you are going to hold out,” Rex whispered from the back.

He managed to suppress his anger and avoid going berserk, but it didn’t at all, diminish.

It didn’t lose its burn, even a little bit.

Rex strode slowly while looking down at Dorlus who was crawling away with tears streaming down his face, the bleak aura coming from him was the most intense Rex had ever seen. He could see vividly how much Dorlus feared death.

Such an unsightly sight for the end of the notorious Dorlus the Seer.

“My Lord… Help me…”

“Anyone… Help me…”

Disregarding the plea that came out of his mouth, Rex made a vicious strike once again.

Slash!

Another one of Dorlus’ legs was cut off, leaving him leg-less.

Even though he has robust vitality, still able to crawl despite losing so much blood already, it is evident that Dorlus is becoming slower and slower. He kept trailing his eyes forward, trying to find anything through a blurred vision.

Reaching out his claws, he made another pull to crawl onward.

But every part of his body was now numb, and Dorlus lost the ability to think properly.

He didn’t even know where he was right now.

Doing another reach, his claws were met with a wet sensation.

Upon feeling this sensation, Dorlus lifted his gaze one last time before more tears drizzled on his face like a rushing stream as he beheld an expansive lake. At any other moment, making a leap across this lake would be easy for him, but now, it was akin to seeing the boundless sea.

He couldn’t go any further.

It was the end of the road for him, nowhere to go.

Still weeping with utmost dread, he looked up to the moon in the sky.

Above, the moonlight acted as a spotlight, almost as if it was watching the brutal show.

“Go on,” Rex’s haunting voice reverberated through the air again. “sing to your Gods. Go and ask them… Beg them to help you survive. We’ll see whether they give a damn about a mortal like you, clinging in the thread of minuscule death”

Listening to this, Dorlus did exactly that, looking at the moon and begging the Lunirich Gods.

However, in the next second, his vision was blocked by a lunar spear.

Splash!

Possessing no sign of mercy, Rex manifested a spear with lunar light.

He stabbed Dorlus’ hand with it brutally.

More pain infiltrated Dorlus’ pain receptors as he pressed his forehead against the ground.

Rex came crouching and seized Dorlus by the head, lifting his head up and forcing Dorlus to stare directly into his bloodshot crimson eyes, “So, how does it go? What tidings have they conveyed? Will your Gods extend their salvation to you?”

Only receiving Dorlus’ painful eyes, Rex growled and let his head go roughly.

Glaring at the glowing moon, he manifested another spear.

It was the second time the Lunirich Gods had tried to screw him over, and this second time was the worst. Rex already bore anger towards the Lunirich Gods, but it was more to Kaiser rather than the other Lunirich Gods.

But now, another one had entered his kill list.

Yule Moon, huh… With this, I declare war against you too.

Raising his lunar spear above, a ghostly figure made an appearance behind him like a spirit.

The Countess appeared like the embodiment of shadows.

Clasping her hands around the spear, she infused the power of the Banished Dark Moon.

Gradually, the bluish hue of the spear’s body transformed into a deep, tainted shade, causing it to quiver in Rex’s grasp until the corruption permeated the entirety of its body. Soon, when it was done, he flipped Dorlus’ body with his leg.

Forced to be facing up, Dorlus saw Rex, pointing the spear down with both hands.

With a contraction of his muscle, he stabbed the spear downward.

Piercing through the center of Dorlus’ chest, a powerful blast of moonlight energy happened.

Stab!

Kaboom!!!

Like a tempest of dark wind, it constricted before exploding.

An expansive cataclysm of malevolent wind spiraled upon the spear’s connection, unleashing a crescendo. The energy burst forth, obliterating everything in its wake. Shadows danced in a wild manner as the devastating force swept through, leaving the once-still air trembling in the aftermath of divine wrath.

Even those who are in the temple could feel the entire building shaking.

But all of them knew what was happening.

Dorlus is dead, there was no escape if someone managed to latch into Rex’s killing intent.

Soon, the force receded, showcasing Rex still in his previous spot.

Right underneath him was Dorlus, what’s left of him at least, stabbed by the corrupted spear in a grandeur manner—died as a sacrificial message of war towards the Yule Moon Lunirich God from Rex himself.

Pausing for a second to breathe, Rex backs away and sees the devastation he caused.

His aura gradually diminishes alongside his anger.

To think that he was capable of exerting an aura that was capable of suppressing even the princess was surprising, even for himself, especially since he was nothing more than a lunar clone, with his real body far away from this place.

Giving one last look at Dorlus and the moon, he turned and headed back into the temple.

Upon reaching back, Rex swept his eyes across the place.

He found that Adhara was still being healed by Calidora on the side, while Flunra had passed out from his gruesome injuries. Considering how much pain and damage he suffered, it was surprising that he could hold out this long.

Only when the princess was awakened that he was slowly losing his consciousness.

But even then, he was fine and still breathing.

Though the battle concluded without dire consequences, with all of them still alive, patently, all of them were out for the count. Resting would expedite their recovery, yet it was apparent that several days would be required for a meaningful recuperation.

If he had the System, they would recover quickly, but that’s not possible right now.

Rex looked at them before he clenched both of his fists.

I’m right. Making the decision to exclude them from the fight against the Executor is the right decision. With them in this kind of state, it’s unlikely they’ll participate in the big fight. Maybe I should call Gistella back to monitor them, making sure they refrain from any rash actions.

Pondering in silence, his attention then was pulled to his right, to a figure.

Sitting while leaning on a broken pillar was Kyran.

Approaching him with steady steps—ignoring the princess, Rex stops in front of Kyran with a peculiar look on his face. He had little expression, but it was clear that he commended Kyran for staying awake despite the level of wounds he suffered were the worst.

Everything about him was mangled, but he was still awake.

Dorlus… He was extremely injured when I got here, and barely had any strength left.

Casting his eyes around to view the broken icicles and shards, Rex turned to look at Kyran again. Kyran should be the one who injured Dorlus the most since he was in this state and also the one who remained stubborn in stopping Dorlus from reaching Flunra.

It was then that the corner of Rex’s lips curled into a one-sided smirk.

“Had you given me another minute, I would’ve definitely won,” Kyran chuckled in hubris.

At first, he believed that he would only need to buy time until Rex arrived, assuming that the princess would take longer to be awakened. Ultimately, he was mistaken, the princess was awakened first before Rex reached the temple.

“You’ve changed,” Rex replied lightly. “I can sense that you now have a predatory instinct”

Upon hearing this, Kyran lifted his head and smirked proudly.

Coughing a mouthful of blood, he then answered, knowing that Rex was acknowledging that he had grown up, and matured, “Now- Now that you said that, I really want to go back home. I want to see if I can understand Delta like you did”

Kyran chuckled again when he said that.

He now realizes that his struggle inside the Ice Realm was not for nothing.

Had he lost his hope inside Iseldra’s domain, resigned to death, or even not trained as hard as he did, then this battle would’ve ended horrendously. But thanks to his effort and hard work, Kyran was able to change the tide of the battle.

Despite his struggle, he managed to buy enough time until the very end.

“Concentrate on recovering,” Rex urged. “I want you to look after the others, including Evelyn who should be back in the city. Make sure they stay in the castle for the next several days, I will send Gistella back to help you, so don’t fail this”

Listening to this, Kyran looked at Rex in silence.

Ever since he accepted Iseldra’s condition, he was trapped between slumber and awake.

Kyran heard all of the discussion the others had inside his chamber.

So he roughly knew that there was a big fight nearing between Rex and the Executor. Rex, finding Kyran’s intent gaze as nothing peculiar, pivoted his body around and went to the princess who patiently waited. Filled in by Iseldra herself, the princess knew that she made a deal with the Silverstar Pack.

But it seemed the Alpha didn’t know about this, so she needed to address that first.

Upon seeing him approaching, the princess opened her mouth.

“I understand that this situation might be surprising for you, Royal Black Prince, but the deal was made without any forceful methods. We simply gave them a proposal, and they decided to accept the deal willingly” She started, clarifying the situation.

However, Rex stopped a distance away from her with a chilling gaze.

Judging from his expression alone, it doesn’t seem like his anger already receded fully.

“Don’t play games with me,” Raising his finger, Rex uttered in a rasping tone. “You exploited my pack for your own gain, without my presence and approval. Don’t act all innocent, your proposal is the cause of this, and I’m not going to take it lightly…”

At the sound of this, the princess couldn’t help but frown.

For all she knows, this might be the beginning of another fierce fight.

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