The Invincible Full-Moon System

Chapter 1949: The Messenger Demigod

In order for an enemy Demigod to go directly to the Cavity, that Demigod would need to be within High Lord Rashal’s territory, as he and his people are the only ones who have access. And even then—it would be hard to do, as permission is still needed.

But it’s not impossible.

Someone within High Lord Rashal’s side could be a mole, working for the other side.

Rex was cautious every step of the way, yes, but he was too lenient in believing that there’s no hole in High Lord Rashal’s ranks. His focus was narrowed, fixating on simply the Grey Realm and forgetting that there’s more out there that could be aimed.

And more than that, there are also Gods that might dare to intervene.

I’m sure the Overseer isn’t going to allow any God to tamper with his domain, but it needs to exceed a certain limit. In this case, the enemy wasn’t aiming to destroy the Cavity, but damage it enough to shatter High Lord Rashal’s reliability.

Not to mention, there might be Gods out there that the Overseer is more tolerant of.

Rex rubbed his face roughly.

He had forgotten that the enemy forces he was dealing with right now aren’t an actual enemy—they are also a part of the Overseer’s greater forces. In his eyes, this quarrel between High Lord Rashal and High Lord Ursa is nothing more than a part of his body.

It was probably allowed in order to keep his forces sharp and strong.

As long as the damage on the Cavity wasn’t devastating, he would probably tolerate it.

And now that Rex thought about it even further, he reckoned the enemy forces might not even be aiming to cause damage to the Cavity. Instead, they could simply freeze the Divine Sources in there for several days, causing a big enough loss to put pressure on High Lord Rashal’s competence in governance.

High Lord Ursa is older and most certainly more connected than High Lord Rashal.

Rex stood up again as the pieces had now come together.

Even though High Lord Rashal has better potential for becoming a High Lord at such a young age, High Lord Ursa has retained his position for far longer. His experience is his edge in this battle. And now, he had shown how lethal it could be.

Blitz—!

A portal came to be in the sky; a vortex of energy that was connected to the Cavity.

It was a special highway that he had gone through earlier with Liebert.

"Come on," Rex blasted towards the portal without a thought. "We need to reach the Cavity."

Davina also followed close behind.

She stopped right before entering the portal, turning to face the central continent before feeling her direct connection with Lilliana, who should still be handling the matters with the Grisian Empire. ’Lilliana... Rex and I are going to the Cavity because of an urgent matter. Bring the other soldiers to the northern continent and meet up with Alexander.’

’What’s going on?’ Lilliana questioned, worry rising inside her chest. ’Is it bad?’

’It’s pretty bad. Just... Make sure everything went well in this realm. I’ll keep you in touch.’

’Okay. Stay safe!’

Once she finished briefing Lilliana on the turn of events, Davina stepped through the portal without a backward glance. It sealed shut behind her with a soft finality. It was the first time for Rex and Davina to be inside this special highway with only themselves.

First was with Liebert, and they were in a car.

Second was with Alexander, and their collective energy made it feel safer.

But fortunately, it’s nothing bad at all.

Perhaps due to the stability that the Overseer of Realms

All they needed to do was go straight, and the highway would lead them to their destination.

"Rex, since we’re here already, why don’t you tell me what happened?" Davina asked.

Rex held his silence for a moment longer—still gathering his thoughts and pondering what the enemy could possibly plan to do in the Cavity. Then he spoke, laying out everything he realized after talking with Vadyn. Having her know the full scope of the situation would be beneficial.

After all, it was her hunch that predicted this whole thing.

"A Demigod slipped our detection and went straight to the Cavity?" Davina frowned. "Is that possible?"

"Apparently, it was possible," Rex replied with restraint.

Considering that he was really cautious, the fact that one managed to slip past his detection was irritating him to no end. He thought the System’s scanning feature would be more than enough, but reality made sure to teach him a lesson for his arrogance.

Even though the System’s scanning feature was absolute, its range was limited.

It couldn’t cover the entire world in an instant.

On the other hand, Davina digested the information she learned in silence.

Soon, she understood the situation fully.

However, she was confused as to why they were heading to the Cavity.

"If Enforcer Vadyn had already sent the enforcers to intercept that stray Demigod, what are we doing?" She asked, tilting her head in confusion. "I’m pretty sure the enforcers would do a better job than us in intercepting that Demigod."

"Did you forget what you said earlier?"

"What I said?"

"You said it could be someone from the lower realms with an absurd strength like me."

"Yes, I did say that, but what does ha—" Davina’s words trailed as the gears in her mind turned, and at the end of it, realization dawned upon her like a lightning strike. "That stray Demigod isn’t the Demigod sent to the Cavity. He’s a messenger..."

"Exactly," Rex nodded grimly.

Since Demigods from the lower realms could enter the Cavity directly without needing to be within one of the realms in the Gamma Cluster, there’s no point in being in the Grey Realm first. So, it was painfully clear that the Demigod from the lower realm was already in the Cavity.

As for this stray Demigod, he was the messenger.

One who would inform the real key Demigod within the Cavity that the Red Skull Elite Force had been successfully lured away. Lured to the Grey Realm. And that meant the key Demigod could begin what he came to the Cavity to do.

He could do whatever he wanted without needing to worry about reinforcements.

Vadyn didn’t know that.

And the enforcers she sent didn’t know that.

Even if the messenger Demigod was intercepted, the message might move on.

Rex and Davina needed to reach the Cavity before the key Demigod knew that it was now time to move.

...

Meanwhile, inside another special highway of fracture light—a kaleidoscope of colors streamed past in endless, hypnotic ribbons. Inside this highway, a blue fish-skinned Demigod coursed through it—at a speed that would have liquified lesser beings.

His body was a streamlined bolt of ocean-blue purpose.

Relentlessly, he pushed more energy into his flight, and the colors blurred further; smeared into a single, brilliant river. Faster. His destination was closer now, a pinprick of light at the end of the tunnel. He was near completing his mission.

Just then, the kaleidoscope stopped.

All colors around him froze mid-stream; the blur crystallized into stillness that was so sudden it felt like slamming into a wall. He skidded to a halt, suspended in the bright void; his senses were screaming at him that something was wrong.

Something had stopped his trip to the Cavity.

Around him, the highway blurred.

Now, four crystal-shaped mirrors rose—each one was the height of a tower, and their surfaces gleamed with a light that made his senses scream even louder. They boxed him in on all sides, a perfect, shining cage that made it clear that he had been caught.

"Come out!" He roared and summoned a trident made of water. "Come out, you bastards!"

Almost responding to his provocation, the clear surface of the mirrors rippled.

And in their reflections, he was not alone.

Shapes moved behind the glass.

Figures that didn’t match his own; he felt their presence like cold fingers on his spine. Enemies waiting in the silvered depths. The Demigod’s teeth ground together not because he was angry that he was boxed like this.

But because he was so close.

Had these people been late by even a few minutes, then he would’ve arrived at his destination.

Splash—!

Out of sheer desperation, water erupted from his body in a violent sheath. A torrent that cocooned him from head to toe, and then he launched himself forward in defiance. All he needed to do was break one of the mirrors, and he should be able to escape.

The water shaped around him into a streamline, and he became a living torpedo.

Akin to an emperor penguin folding itself into a missile before diving into the deep water.

Clang—!

He slammed into the mirror ahead with the full force of his power; not holding back even a little bit.

And naturally, the impact rippled outward like a violent wave; cracks spiderwebbing across the mirror’s surface in a web of fragile fractures. His breath was caught. A little more. Just a little more. One more hit; that was all it would take to shatter this mirror for sure.

But the other three mirrors didn’t give him that chance.

Swiftly, the other three mirrors moved as one—they folded inward and collapsed into the cracked mirror like liquid crystal, merging with it. Almost instantly, the fractures vanished. The cracks sealed, and the surface grew thicker, stronger, as if his efforts had only fed it.

The mirror stared back at the Demigod, whole again, and annoyingly stronger.

Despite that, the Demigod pushed harder.

A hand shot out from the reflection.

It seized his face with unrelenting grip, stopping whatever he was doing, and shoved him backward. The force of it sent him spinning across the bright expanse, and by the time he righted himself, the cage had closed around him.

Four figures in enforcer uniforms stood at the cardinal points around him.

All of their faces were impassive—their movements synchronized with the precision of those who had done this many, many times. Considering they were enforcers, tasked to oversee any transgression that happened within the special highway during the buffer time, their expressions weren’t surprising.

A sphere of glass crystallized around him.

He thrashed; hammered his fists against the glass, but the sphere didn’t crack.

It simply held him like he was a specimen that was going to be showcased to high society.

Then came the spikes. Four of them, one from each enforcer, lancing through the glass and into his skull with surgical precision. An inch deep. No further. They didn’t need to pierce the brain—that was never the purpose. What followed was the true invasion: a searing current of impossible energy that flooded his mind, forcing his eyes to roll back as the charge consumed him.

His body seized.

He could feel it; the energy was pulling his body, mind, and soul into some distant place.

A place where he would be interrogated without a doubt, or even mind or soul searched.

But he was an elite soldier.

Something like this isn’t new for him; the moment he realized what was happening, his hand snapped into his own chest. His fingers straightened into a blade, and he stabbed inward through the skin before they wrapped around his beating heart.

And without hesitation, he crushed it.

Boom—!

The Demigod committed suicide, and his body exploded violently. Blood and minced flesh detonated outward with a force that shattered the glass sphere like a hammer through ice. The four enforcers raised their arms and recoiled, shielding themselves from the shards.

And when they recovered, the Demigod was gone; reduced to a red mist that floated in the expanse.

"Tch," One of them clicked his tongue. "He’s quick."

Since the Demigod committed suicide, the four enforcers began disintegrating the flesh and blood. But oblivious to them, a droplet of blood, smaller than a tear, had sailed clear of the carnage. It arced through the shattered fragments unnoticed and continued onward along the highway.

A last fragment of the dead Demigod, still carrying his mission forward.