The Invincible Full-Moon System

Chapter 1847: Blood Moon’s Fearmonger

The battle between the empire’s forces and the Godlings continued. Now, the battlefield has turned into a garden of corpses and blood, beloved by death. Even those who are desensitized to gore couldn’t help but feel their stomach churned at the sight.

Corpses, organs, and every other bodily effluence are now bare for everyone to see.

It took many to take down a Godling.

And had it not been for their bloody and self-sacrificing tactic, the casualties would have been more.

Less than a quarter of the army’s original size remained.

Their leaders, leading the charge, were surprisingly still alive. Some are even still going at it.

Mavok, Fenrik, and Valkis were severely wounded, mangled, leaving them husks of their normal-self.

Only Laykard, Adhara, and Gistella were still on their feet.

But even they are exhausted and suffered wounds that their regeneration couldn’t mend.

Despite their horrendous conditions, their lips curled upward into a daring small smile. They managed to reduce the Godlings to only a handful. Most were brought down with numbers until they were nothing more than mere red stains that spotted the earth.

The War Spell, Evelyn’s luna energy that prevented most from going berserk, and also the outright crazy determination from the army, made it possible for them to fend off the Godlings. And very soon, they would be victorious.

Or at least, they should be victorious.

However, Evelyn knew that defeating the Godlings didn’t matter.

Kaiser and Meloriana could bring these Godlings down from their realms—and they can certainly send more, as much as they wished. So, this doesn’t matter. But what does matter is for them to buy enough time for Rex finally return to them.

Time that is still ticking in a stretch until now.

’Come on, Rex,’ Evelyn thought inside, clenching her fists tightly. ’Where are you?’

[If the Alpha somehow didn’t make an appearance, you have to—]

’He will make an appearance!’ She answered inwardly, refusing to believe otherwise. ’He will.’

Rex is the only one who could resolve this issue.

Another way for them to triumph is to close the blood moon’s eye, which is a portal connecting this very separated dimension to Kaiser’s realm. And as much as Evelyn wanted that to happen, it sounded more impossible than buying time for Rex.

No. It is impossible since Kaiser and Meloriana were standing right there.

Even now, with the Godlings’ death, there was no change to their expressions.

Like they could see the future, and everything is flowing accordingly.

More is coming.

Evelyn could feel that sending the Godlings was not the only thing those two beings would do.

She didn’t know exactly why they remained passive even now, but they looked like they were waiting.

Frankly, she was glad that this was the case since if Kaiser and Meloriana attacked them with full-force from the start, the army probably wouldn’t buy more than a minute. But it’s worrying that Rex has not made his appearance yet.

’I don’t know how long we can last,’ Evelyn swallowed her worry and everything negative.

Her face must not break, for she is the source of strength of the army.

A light-tap touched Evelyn’s impartial face. She couldn’t feel it, but she felt the second one that almost touched her eyelashes and hit her upper cheek. Evelyn touched the wetness—and smelled the iron tang from it.

And then suddenly, the sky began to cry blood.

Far ahead, Adhara sent her spirit straight at an isolated Godling.

Its maw opened wide, intending to swallow, but the Godling dodged the attack by rolling to the side.

But when he recovered, Adhara was already upon him and made a slash, aiming for the neck.

Swoosh—!

’Another is dead,’ Adhara averted her gaze and counted the remaining Godlings. ’Three more to go.’

Just then, however, a dark smirk crept onto the Godling’s face as his hand moved at an unnatural speed, batting Adhara’s claws aside like swatting flies. Her claws missed and slashed only air, and for a mere heartbeat, shock replaced the focus on her face.

Splash—!

“Huurghk!”

Adhara’s eyes widened completely.

Claws punched holes into her abdomen—with the strength and aftershock that could shatter a mountain and beyond. Blood bursts from her mouth as she was propelled away, screeching across the ground and carving two foot-sized trenches.

“Adhara!” Gistella called out in worry.

But Laykard stopped her from moving away, “Focus on me. I can’t beat these two alo—.”

Bam—!

Quicker than a blur, a Godling clawed Laykard’s face, sending him down to a knee and a hand.

He couldn’t recover quickly enough—as a kick sent him rolling across the entire valley, crashing into the border.

Gistella’s black heart throbbed, summoning enormous energy into her armored claws.

Her black heart had consumed nearly two Godlings’ worth of energy, and she poured it all into this one strike. The Godling met her head-on with its raw, bloodied claws. And the violent shockwave that the clash produced smoothed the ground.

It was then that she gasped as her energy couldn’t overpower the Godling.

Heck, it couldn’t even push the Godling back.

Just earlier, two Godlings were pulverized by her attack.

Now, she couldn’t even push one back.

And that could only mean one thing.

’They… They are adjusting to the realm?!’

Boom—!

Gistella’s attack shattered as the Godling’s claws pierced forward and struck her dead in her stomach, sending her tumbling away for almost a mile—until she also slammed into the border. Her body twisted unnaturally, and there was no chance she was fine from that attack.

In the blink of an eye, after the sky started to cry blood, Evelyn watched the others get decimated.

Even to the other side, one Godling managed to pin Sven down as he growled and tried to break free.

Everything suddenly flipped against her side.

All four Godlings surrounded the remaining forces of the army, with Evelyn and Princess Selene right at the center. Seeing how they dispatched the strongest figures among their ranks stripped the remaining soldiers of their bravery.

Sacrificing themselves is worthwhile and noble if they could take down a Godling.

Now, there doesn’t seem to be any chance they could take another down even if they killed themselves.

Just minutes ago, there was exhaustion—and clear concern on the Godlings’ faces. But now, those vulnerabilities melted into one cold mock. One of them stared at Evelyn and asked, “Have you had your fun? It has been quite intense to see how mortals flail.”

A bead of cold sweat trickled down Evelyn’s face as her face turned grim.

She knew that Kaiser and Meloriana weren’t done, but at least the Godlings should be.

But that wasn’t the case.

Seeing the hope on Evelyn’s face fade away, the Godling smiled.

“You think there is victory here to be reached… There is none,” the Godling’s voice rang in the silence as countless figures began to climb out of the bloodied ground. All the Godlings are alive. “Gods wield the fate of mortals. Everything that happened happened by his will.”

Evelyn looked around with gritted teeth.

Her eyes stared at the figures that emerged from the ground and realized that they were Godlings.

All of them are the same Godlings that fell in this battle.

She had seen them being torn to pieces, pulverized, or even devoured with her own two eyes.

But none of them truly died.

“No!” An Awakened stood firmer and gripped his mana-infused sword tighter, glaring at the Godling with brutal defiance. “No one will lay their hands on the empress! Nobody! Over my dead body! As long as I breathe and my heart is still beating, you will not get to her!”

Others also responded to his battle-cry, tightening their formation.

Such defiance and loyalty are commendable.

But the moment the Godling moved his hand, all of them died without charging their energies.

All imploded from within, wetting the area with a violent splash.

Blood splattered onto Evelyn’s face. Warm. Still warm from the heat of defiance and loyalty.

Evelyn touched the blood with her fingers and looked at it with a shaky heart.

Slowly, the blood on her fingers, along with the blood that pooled or seeped underground, began to move.

It went towards the Godling as if the Godling itself were the only gravity they adhered to. And with this blood, the Godling could finally shake off the lie and show his true form, which made it clear to all that he was no mere Godling.

He is a werewolf that personifies uncanny fear.

His limbs were thin and unnaturally long. He stood on hind legs too long that his knees bent almost to the earth. His arms dangled past his feet, skeletal and wrong. A tail so long that it looked almost like the body of an actual snake moved behind, making an eerie wet sound with each twitch.

And his face is shapeless and mangled, framing his eyeballs that are entirely made of sickly blood.

No matter how brutally and painfully his body convulsed as he transformed, his eyes stayed fixed on the empress luna.

“Why…?” Evelyn managed to find her voice. “Why are you so insistent on attacking us?”

“You asked a question of which the answer you should know, but no matter, I will use this moment to remind you all,” the uncanny Godling did not blame her, as she does not know the world of which Rex is challenging. “Bound mortals do not possess their own lives. They exist by another’s will, moment by moment, and the dues of living are paid in service.

“Your Alpha is a mortal who believes his life belongs to anyone but us,” the Godling shook his head as if he pitied Rex for thinking so. “He is deluded by power—when the only good from his existence can only be eternal service to us.”

“How can his life belong to you when he was not a werewolf in the first place?” She argued.

Before everything, Rex is a human.

It was the werewolf origin who made a deal with the Lunirich Gods to empower his race.

Humans never made any contact with the Lunirich Gods.

And that alone should make it clear that Rex’s life isn’t theirs, even if he’s now a werewolf, too.

Evelyn watched the uncanny Godling tilting his head.

“You still don’t understand, no matter.” He shakes his head and turns his head away.

From the sides, the other three Godlings brought the others, dragging them across the ground like they were burdens. All of them are limp, weak, and unable to resist. Only Sven was still active, while Adhara was still awake but couldn’t fight back as she was dragged by her ankle.

She lifted up her head and looked at Evelyn apologetically.

Evelyn gritted her teeth.

After everything, Adhara didn’t need to apologize.

It’s already a miracle that they could resist these higher beings for this long.

Soon enough, this will be in the past.

Rex is coming.

She believed it fervently.

“You haven’t broken down yet,” the uncanny Godling glanced at Evelyn, still seeing a glimmer of hope behind her face. “You still believe that he will come to rescue you. I understand. He has been reliable and strong. But this time, he won’t be coming.”

“Wha—” Evelyn’s expression crumbles.

But she quickly got a grip and shook the negativity away, “What did you do to him?!”

She got no answer.

“Have you found the location of that vampire?” He asked.

One of the Godlings stepped forward and summoned a blood mirror. It rippled and stilled into a surface that reflected an image. A familiar chamber. A bed at the center. A woman was lying on the bed. She is pale and weak. And beneath the blanket, her stomach bulges slightly.

Evelyn recognized her instantly.

It was Calidora.

“Yes,” the Godling nodded. “Her location is hard to track, but we found her.”

“Kill her. Make her bloody on the bed,” the uncanny Godling instructed coldly and then paused. “Before she draws her last breath, carve out her womb. And then seal the space around her. Make sure when he returns, he can picture her struggle.”