The Invincible Full-Moon System

Chapter 1944: Battle of Red and Blue (2)

It was a successful ambush.

All Demigods from the enemy force were caught off guard and were spread throughout the water dome.

Alexander smiled and raised his fist above his head; the air around it screamed as immortal energy surged from the depths of his core. A torrent of crimson and white that spiraled up his arm—and pooled in his knuckles with such density that his skin split like sun-baked earth.

The cracks glowed.

Not with blood, but with molten light of a furnace barely contained; like lava coursing through his veins.

He held the first there for a fleeting heartbeat; a hammer poised above the anvil of the world—and then brought it down with strength. The blow struck the obsidian dragon on its very thick neck, and the crack didn’t stop at impact.

It propagated outward in violent waves; fissures of red light that raced across the dragon’s unbreakable hide like lightning through a fractured sky. The monster roared, unleashing a powerful soundwave that shook the air, and its maw flooded with fresh fire.

Stoked by the energy Alexander had poured into its core.

Once the obsidian dragon opened its jaw, it bathed the scattered enemies with absolute annihilation.

Swoosh—!

A thick breath of fire was launched like a laser at the enemies below.

Chaos ensued almost instantly—the blue-skinned soldiers who had moments ago swept the entire area with methodical precision now scrambled like ants before a flood. One among them, quicker and braver than his kin, threw his hands wide and summoned a bubble of water around himself.

A perfect, shimmering sphere borrowed from the Major Law of Life Water.

One that should’ve shielded him.

But the obsidian dragon’s breath wasn’t mere fire; it was absolute fire.

It contained a heat that didn’t recognize laws or divinity; the flame punched through the bubble as if it were paper and struck the soldier’s raised hands, melting them rapidly. First his fingers liquified. Then the wrists. Then the arms. And then the fire crawled to his body like a predator savouring its meal.

"RAARGHK!!"

Everyone could hear the soldier’s scream rising high and shrill before his lungs were ash.

Even elite demigods couldn’t withstand the obsidian dragon’s breath.

Alexander laughed at the sheer thrill of battle as he maneuvered the obsidian dragon in a circle, coiling its neck as its fire carved a second arc through the disintegrating ranks. The other Red Skull Elite Force soldiers were also attacking from below, making use of the initial shock to their advantage.

In the next moment, he scanned the ground below, and his grin split his cracked, glowing face.

He saw a cluster of soldiers trying to make a formation, huddled together like sheep in a storm. A perfect group for him to directly participate in the battle. Alexander activated his Major Law of Strength as a black sphere with a glowing red outline manifested right above him.

Once it fully manifested, he reached out his hand and crushed it.

Splash—!

Like glass, the black sphere shattered, and the energy within it cascaded down in a shimmering powder, draping every inch of Alexander’s frame. His body swelled in response almost instantly. Muscles that were already massive bunched and coiled; veins surfaced like thick ropes beneath his skin.

And the reddish immortal energy that wreathed him intensified until he no longer resembled a man.

He was a charcoal lava monster compressed into human form, radiating heat and ruin.

Now, the Major Law of Strength was activated fully.

It flooded every fiber of his being with power that transcended the boundaries of flesh.

And the moment it settled, he leaped down from the obsidian dragon.

Due to his heavy weight, the obsidian dragon shuddered under the force of his departure. Alexander fell as a boulder dropped from the heavens. A mass of velocity that whistled through the air, bringing with him the terrible certainty of a devastating impact.

He struck the earth among the clustered enemies, and the ground buckled.

Boom—!

Crack—!

Cracks spiderwebbed outward viciously.

Demigods stumbled to their knees, and before they could recover properly, Alexander was already upon them, charging like a berserk bull. Two of the enemy soldiers were given no time as Alexander’s massive fist lashed out in a blue, swatting their bodies like flies.

Armor and bone collapsed in on themselves before they could raise their arms in defense.

And then the slaughter began in earnest.

Alexander charged in a barbarian’s rush; a headlong plunge into the heart of the enemy cluster with no thought but the sheer thrill of battle. The surge of power throbbed beneath his skin, a beat that beckoned him to kill more. Exert more. Test the limits of his strength.

His hand closed around the body of the third soldier and squeezed, crushing him like nothing.

Two Demigods who had lived for centuries and conquered nations charged in to attack, but Alexander already grabbed their faces before they could swing. Even with his bulky stature, he was not in any way slow—his movements were akin to a blur.

Savagely, Alexander hauled them off the ground and smashed their heads together.

Both of their skulls burst apart like overripe melons; wet cracks and sickening pops that were music to Alexander’s ears. Warm blood and even warmer brain matter drizzled down his forearms, and yet that only made him laugh aloud.

A booming, unhinged sound that rolled across the battlefield like a war drum.

People were screaming and grunting around, but he was laughing as if he was right in his element.

Some tried to resist his onslaught. Alexander heard their screams, their whimpers, their frantic shouts that dissolved into shrieks as his charge proved unstoppable. A spear shattered against his chest; nothing mundane could penetrate his Unmatched Demigod Body Oustification.

A blade skittered off his shoulder, couldn’t even leave a mark.

He backhanded a Demigod and saw the body fold in half backward.

Another Demigod fell beneath his stomp, ribcage flattened like a crate as the poor soldier died almost instantly with a sickening crack. The blood that drew arcs in the air with each kill painted him in streaks of gore, and still the power throbbed. Still, it demanded more.

Just then, Alexander sensed a change in the air.

Over his shoulder, he saw a hundred shimmering droplets gathering behind him in the steaming air.

A hundred scattered pearls of water coalesced with quiet, deadly purpose. Each one slammed into one another, knitting flesh from liquid, and Manvac finally stepped out of this mist as if the battle had been waiting for him.

His featureless fish-skin face betrayed anger.

Moreover, the weight of his presence settled over the battle like a second gravity.

Alexander’s initial attack had caught Manvac completely off guard—wounding him badly. A thin drizzle of blood still traced from the corner of his mouth was proof of how close that first strike had come to ending him.

He had only survived by dissolving his body into liquid, fleeing into the water dome for refuge.

Had it not been for his quick reflexes, he would’ve been charred to death by the flames.

Even at full strength and aware, Manvac wouldn’t be able to take a direct hit from the obsidian dragon too much—or else he’d be melted into goo. He already knew the risk of battling against Alexander, but being attacked from below was surprising.

For having so many creatures, hiding should be impossible.

Alas, the Grey Realm’s Baby-blue Periwinkles were underground, and he hadn’t anticipated that factor.

And due to that sneak attack, Manvac felt nothing but anger and spite.

Alexander turned fully and faced the nightmare of the deep; the bearer of the Major Law of Life Water.

"You should’ve taken the win and be happy with it—Manvac," He said with a barbarian laugh, showing rows of white teeth and hunger that glistened behind the eyes. For better or worse, Alexander was quite happy to find Manvac here, as this would be their fifth encounter. And right now, the score was a tie. "It is a mistake coming here."

He reached over his shoulder and drew his beloved, savage saber—the blade caught the firelight.

It boasted its long, curving blade that hungered for Manvac’s throat.

"I’ve beaten you before, and I will beat you again." Manvac’s entire body seethed with immortal energy, coating the ground with shallow water. But it couldn’t reach Alexander’s feet as the heat coming from him was too hot. "Besides... This battle is bigger than you and I."

"Of course," Alexander lowered his stance and flexed his legs. "In the name of High Lord Rashal, I’ll have your head!"

Crack—!

Like a berserk beast, Alexander leaped straight at Manvac while raising his saber overhead, carrying the will of absolute strength inside his body. Anyone who doesn’t know the power coursing inside him right now would have their bodies crushed to meat paste.

On the other hand, Manvac also made his move.

"High Lord Ursa has spoken. Death is your future!" He roared and expanded his immortal energy.

A thunderclap resounded as dozens of aquatic monsters burst from the shallow water.

Meanwhile, across the distance.

Rex watched from the sky as the water dome ignited from within—flares of violent light blooming like terrible fireworks trapped beneath the surface. The battle had already begun. Through the System’s scan, he could see what remained invisible to the eyes of those outside of the dome.

But if one looked close enough, they could tell that there’s something going on inside.

The sheer concentration of clashing energies, painting their violence in silent, furious bursts across the dome’s curved walls. A haze shimmered around its perimeter, heat-distortion like the air itself was recoiling from the lethal pressure contained within.

Bursts of colors flared against the dome’s skin like lightning trapped in a bottle.

Each one marked the clash between Demigods.

Rex could even tell which one belonged to the clash between Alexander and Manvac, as there was a bloom that covered almost the entire water dome. The dome held on firmly. No energy leaked out—which was as expected.

From the start, he had no intention of participating in the battle directly.

Alexander had made it clear that in a head-on confrontation, the Red Skull Elite Force would win nine times out of ten. So, Rex’s role was not to tip that tenth scale. It was to ensure the confrontation remained head-on.

To strip away every other option until the enemy force had no choice but to fight to the death.

This wasn’t exactly as Rex had planned, but it ended up really well.

Since the water dome was impenetrable from the outside and inside, the enemy forces had struck their own leg. Alexander should be able to finish them. But a cage needed bars. And the enemy, even trapped, might find a way to escape.

Rex would be there to make sure none of them escaped.

Swoosh—!

He soared through the sky; the wind screamed against his body as he angled toward the north.

Now, all he needed to do was create a perimeter that could anticipate any Demigods who tried to flee the water dome. If a single Demigod slipped through, the entire operation of absolute triumph would be soured.

And Rex doesn’t want that.

...

Elsewhere, beneath a sky not yet touched by fire or flood, Davina and Lilliana moved through the dark toward the emperor’s position. Their path wound through a very narrow pass, stone walls rising on either side, and their pace was quick and certain.

Two figures with the focus on handling matters with the mortals.

Lilliana was already making plans from A to Z, thinking of ways to make sure George and the emperor would obliterate the smaller factions near them despite their surrender. She wanted to impress Rex, and she was sure that Davina also wanted the same thing.

But as she glanced at her sister, she saw Davina’s face was tense.

There was weight to her silence.

Something was turning behind those starlit eyes; as her big sister, Lilliana could tell instantly.

"You’re troubled."

"Yes."

"What is it?"

"I don’t know, but for some reason, this felt like back when we were kids."

"Back when we were kids? What do you mean?"

Davina paused for a second, and then stared ahead, but her eyes stared deeply beyond the scenery.

"It felt like when Father was teaching us something, and right now... we’re not looking at the bigger picture."