The Invincible Full-Moon System

Chapter 1940: Movement from Enemy Forces

It was silent in a particular river far from the developed part of the world.

Insects and birds dominated the noises of the night.

As a vein of the ocean, it flowed naturally and steadily throughout its length until the vast water expanse.

From the black glass of the water, two eyes bloomed from its depths—a pair of glowing yellow pupils that cut through the dark like shards of heaven’s crystal. They came out from the pitch-darkness without disturbance, and the head that followed breached the surface with the same impossible stillness.

Not a single ripple kissed the shore as it poked out.

And the face was sharp-planed and hairless with skin that was colored by the deep, bruised blue of the abyssal trenches. As it turned to survey the riverbanks for any sign of activity, there was still no ripple on the surface.

Its motion was fluid as if it was one with the river, and silent as depth-pressure.

He looked at the water leaving the river.

Not the river being drained—no, this is something far stranger.

A thin skin of it was climbing the bank with a will of its own like an invisible force was bringing them out; a sheet of liquid less than half an inch thick that flowed sideways across the ground with deliberate purpose that many would find eerie and disturbing.

It crept over grass and stone alike; a glassy membrane gliding toward some predetermined destination.

Invisible to any booted foot that might cross it.

Only bare soles would feel the cold, running water above the ground—the blue-skinned man watched it pass beneath the overhanging branches, and gave a slow, satisfied nod. The infiltration of this realm was already underway.

Everything was going as planned.

Just as he was about to sink back into the depths, the sky was suddenly ignited.

A blade of pure white light split the heavens far to the central continent, and from that wound poured a radiance so bright it blotted the night sky and its stars. A disk of starlight unfurled; a flawlessly perfect circle of cold fire.

Even from where he was, it dominated the horizon.

"It’s not power from this realm..."

Curiosity hooked him. His yellow eyes flared brighter—and the world lurched. The distance collapsed. His vision hurled him forward, across valleys, mountains, and ridgelines, until the disk filled his entire sight.

And there, suspended beneath it, he saw them.

Corpses. All of them were his comrades; their mangled bodies hung from the smaller disks beneath the main disk like ornaments on a butcher’s tree. Limbs dangling. Missing body parts. Flesh mangled and displayed with the cold artistry of a warning.

At their height, the high wind blew hard, swaying them like marionettes for a Godless sky.

"It’s the end of the world! Our judgment has come!"

"We have sinned too much! It’s the apocalypse!"

From the settlements not too far away from the river, the keen sound of desperate prayer could be heard. Voices, cracked with terror, wailed that the end of the world had come—that God had descended from heaven to punish their many sins.

The words threaded through the night like smoke through a burning house.

But the man in the water knew better than the mortals in this realm.

This was not the work of Gods.

The Overseer doesn’t concern himself with the sins and atrocities done in his vassal realms—nor do other Gods even dare to enter the realm that belonged to the Overseer lest they want their own realms to be isolated and banished to the corner of the God Realm.

Instead, this was the work of the enemy Demigods—the Red Skull Elite Force.

And the corpses hanging in the sky were a message written in dead flesh.

Anger ignited inside his chest. Seeing his comrades being reduced to such a state placed a cold, crushing pressure far heavier than any ocean trench over his shoulders. But he didn’t thrash. He simply sank into the river’s depths silently; the water closing over his head with the same unrippled silence.

Underneath the river’s surface, there was a new secret.

A vast air pocket, stretching long along the riverbed like a submerged tunnel held in shape against the water current through sheer energy. Inside, soldiers waited. Rows of armored soldiers with blue accents, armed and still; their eyes tracked the blue-skinned man’s descent.

He walked past them without acknowledgment.

Right now, his focus was a burning needle aimed at the air pocket’s heart.

After walking for minutes, he finally reached the center of the temporary air pocket tunnel.

There, a cluster of massive figures loomed. Unlike the other soldiers, these figures shared his deep-sea hue and his predatory stillness, but they were larger, broader—forged for slaughter in the crushing dark while he was meant to scout.

And at their center sat the fiercest among them.

Not because he was the biggest, but because he was the one who emanated the most danger.

A creature shaped by the abyss brought to the surface as a living weapon—Manvac.

He stood as tall as the others; a humanoid nightmare with a featureless face that was a sleek mask of fish-skin stretched over the skull, offering barely any expression. His ears swept back in sharp points like a demon’s horns, ridged and cruel.

A tail coiled behind him, narrow but muscular

Not the delicate lash of a succubus—but a heavy whip of living fish-flesh that twitched with a mind of its own. Modest claws tipped his fingers, dark and pearlescent as abalone shell, and his hind legs were digitigrade, built for lunges through water or air.

Every line of his body was made for combat.

The blue-skinned scout met the featureless face with brighter yellow eyes and felt the weight instantly.

Like being in the deep trench of the sea, but it came from one person instead of the vast sea.

Manvac’s head tilted in a slow, curious motion. "Kalkan... How is it looking up there?"

Just earlier—the blue-skinned man, Kalkan, was sent to scout the progression of the water up there. He was told to monitor whether the endless water from the river was flowing smoothly without obstruction, as it would be their path to attack without being detected.

"It’s going well, Lord Manvac," Kalkan reported with a nod. "In a few minutes, we can create the water perimeter around the Divine Source."

"Good news, I hear," Manvac nodded, but his eyes didn’t steer away. "But you have more to say."

"Yes..."

"Then speak, Kalkan. No need to hold back."

"The Red Skull Elite Force made the predictable moves. They are focusing their forces—on the central continent, far away from us and our other forces down south. Once you made the decision to attack, the enemy would have no chance to react."

"Another good news, but your face doesn’t reflect good things. Why is that?"

"It’s our soldiers, Lord Manvac," Kalkan finally said and then stretched his hand towards Manvac. "It’s better for you to see it."

Manvac rose to his feet and grabbed Kalkan’s hand.

His eyes glowed with a yellowish hue as his energy flooded the fluid inside Kalkan’s brain, siphoning the recent memories and funneling them directly into him. And when it was done, his expression turned grim almost instantly.

As if he had been Kalkan all along, he saw the disk of starlight hanging in the sky.

It was a horrific sight that made his blood boil.

"What’s wrong, Lord Manvac?"

"Tell us what you see."

Others were also curious as to what could possibly make their lord’s face turn grim like this.

"Alexander... Alexander... Alexander..." Manvac repeated that name with more hate than the previous time. His aura flared powerfully as he laughed inwardly, finding this situation more infuriating as well as amusing—at the same time. "When did you resort to this kind of trick? Does your High Lord finally lose his mind and seek war...?"

"Lord Manvac, show it to us."

"Yes, share the burden with us. If it’s bad—then we will repay it tenfold to those bastards from the Red Skull Elite Force."

Swiftly, Manvac brandished his hand, and the memories flooded into the others.

Just like how Manvac reacted when he saw the disk of starlight, the others also clenched their weapons and their nostrils flared in anger. The Red Skull Elite Force had been their nemesis for a long time, and High Millinar Alexander was not a new name.

He was known to be extremely powerful and possessed immeasurable strength.

But he was known to be honourable.

And the disk of starlight was not something they expected coming from High Millinar Alexander at all.

"Enough waiting. Enough preparing." Manvac turned to his people with murder in his eyes. "Let’s take their Divine Source and see how they would react then."

...

Not too far away from the river, there was a small path of forest that held the starlight from above in its leaves; a fading silver that dripped through the canopy and spattered the path home. Two figures walked that path; their shadows stretched long and thin behind them.

"I’m telling you, Old Roger will trade three strips of smoked meat for white-caps alone," the boy said, hefting the woven basket higher on his hip. "All you need to do is wink at him, and let me do the talking. Just trust me."

"I’d rather die than wink to that old man," his sister replied; her tone was that of pure disgust. She was older by perhaps two years, but shorter by half a head. She also carried her own basket, but she placed it on her head. "What kind of brother are you? Selling your sister for meat. Go hunt if you want to eat meat like a proper adult."

"Unfortunately for you, I’m not an adult yet."

"Nope. I won’t do it."

It was routine for them to bicker throughout the way back so that they wouldn’t get bored.

Bickering that made the forest feel less scary, and the path feel less long.

They navigated the roots and stones without looking; their feet knew the way better than their eyes.

Along the way, something passed them.

It was the sister who was more careful who saw it first: a thread of yellowish light that shot across the ground at their feet and vanished into the underbrush ahead. "Hey, stop for a second," She said, reaching for her brother, but he didn’t listen.

"Stop for what?" the brother argued. "You won’t help me, so I’m not liste—woah!"

Karma got to him for not listening to his sister.

He stepped on the ground and slipped, causing him to fall onto his back hard.

"Are you okay?"

"No."

Ignoring her baby brother, the sister stayed silent and kept her ears open. In that silence, she noticed something else. The ground beneath her feet felt wrong. She looked down, frowning at the sight of a faint shimmer coating the forest floor.

A membrane of wetness so thin it might have been mistaken for dew.

But dew didn’t flow. Didn’t move with purpose.

Realizing that something was wrong, she knelt and set down her basket. She then slipped off one of her leather sandals, and the moment her bare foot touched the earth, she felt the cold wetness seeping into the sole of her foot.

It was flowing water. A silent current.

For the years she had been tracing this path, she had never seen something like this before.

Never saw a very thin flowing water coating the ground that crawled across the forest floor in a single, purposeful direction. It tugged at her foot with a gentle, insistent pressure—like a hand wrapped softly around her ankle.

"Do you feel this current?" She asked.

"Yes," the brother touched his back and found it wet. "Where is this water flow coming from? Does the river ever flood?"

"No, there’s never been a flood before."

Just then, both of their eyes shot up when they heard a loud, rumbling sound coming from the distance.

The duo exchanged a look and ran out of the forest, leaving their baskets behind.

And when they emerged from the treeline, their eyes bore witness to a massive dome of water in the distance.

"What is that...?"