The Invincible Full-Moon System

Chapter 936 Foreboding Gripping Tight

‘A perfectly timed slash…’ Flunra grinned savagely as he sliced Demon Lord Kirgil’s arm.

It was a perfect moment that he had been waiting for.

Flunra savored the horrified expression of Demon Lord Kirgil delightfully.

With a shift of expression from shock to dread that could be clearly viewed through his facial expressions, the gravity of his situation becomes all the clearer, Demon Lord Kirgil realized that his chances of leaving were decreasing rapidly.

Now, Flunra’s victory against him is almost sealed as his means of escape is relinquished.

His motivation is visible through his actions.

Demon Lord Kirgil was making a desperate attempt to escape rather than fight.

Managing to decipher his motivation, Flunra could easily anticipate Demon Lord Kirgil’s actions. He understood that the only viable escape route for the latter would involve creating a portal. In a battle of attrition, there was no way Demon Lord Kirgil could emerge victorious.

As sharp as an eagle, Flunra has been loitering for him to create the portal.

But the reason for his victory is because creating the portal requires immense energy.

Demon Lord Kirgil essentially poured most of his remaining demonic energy into summoning that portal, and now that he failed, his Sin Epicenter that contained his demonic energy has been reduced to a few strands remaining

No way of replenishing it, this mistake brings a hefty cost for him.

“S- Stop harassing me!!”

In a fitful rage, he roared and blasted a shockwave that pushed Flunra back.

However, Flunra tanked this shockwave with a grin on his face.

Crossing his arms in front of him as a shield, he smiled in ridicule as the dread could already be seen crawling in Demon Lord Kirgil’s face, knowing that his doom was nearing, ‘This is it, this is his last stand. The shockwave is nothing compared to before’

Even then, the fire of retaliation still burns Demon Lord Kirgil’s eyes.

Not wanting to give up early, he crawled and grabbed his severed hand in desperation. 𝒪𝑣𝐞𝗅xt.𝔠𝒐𝑚

‘I- I need to reattach my arm or else this is over!’ He screamed inwardly.

Demon Lord Kirgil knew that he would need the demonic energy that he gathered in his severed arm. If he could reattach his arm soon enough, he would still be able to control the demonic energy and summon the portal again.

But that was easier said than done as Flunra is not going to let that happen.

It was said that the world is a rotating wheel and living beings are within this wheel of fate.

Some would be at the top while some would be at the bottom.

But the wheel will not stay idle and rotate, potentially bringing those at the pinnacle to the bottom and those at the bottom to the zenith top. However, Demon Lord Kirgil could never have fathomed that he, a mighty Demon Lord of the Rastrikan Demons, would be dragged by the wheel of fate to rock bottom.

He was the chosen one, he was close with the Origin, and he should’ve been blessed.

Alas, even he is not higher than fate itself.

Even now, he was praying to the Origin for help as he underestimated his opponent severely.

Swoosh!

Before the intervention from Flunra, he did everything he could think of to survive.

Flunra bore witness as numerous crimson holes appeared across the entire snowy ground before spawned demons crawled out, numbering in the dozens. Obviously, these Demons are going to try and buy time for Demon Lord Kirgil to escape.

Growl!

Graah!

Multiple of these demons lunged at him, blocking his vision and path with their bodies.

It was then that Flunra’s eyes glistened fiercely.

Like the dancer of death and carnage, he made his way through these spawned demons relentlessly. Each of them stood no chance as their bodies were cut in half, or their heads were grabbed and crushed into meat paste.

Nothing could stop Flunra’s onslaught.

On the other hand, Demon Lord Kirgil quickly put his arm back and channeled his energy.

Swish!

Controlling the energy inside his severed arm, he summoned the portal again.

A few seconds felt like an eternity, the tension was sky-high.

Slowly, the portal manifests into reality from reddish swirls of energy and creates a door to his escape. His heart was thumping hard as the adrenaline coursed through his blood. At this moment, the imminent crisis climbed alongside the sound of torn flesh and painful growls from the butchered spawned Demons.

Any later, Flunra would’ve reached him, and it will be all over.

But then, Demon Lord Kirgil’s eyes rekindled with hope as he saw the portal was finally open.

Not wasting a single precious second, he reaches for the portal.

Demon Lord Kirgil felt ecstatic at the sight of his hand reaching the portal and his entire body being pulled into it. However, when he glanced to the side, his countenance ashen as Flunra’s face was already right beside him, a close meter away.

‘I- It’s too late…’ Demon Lord Kirgil uttered inwardly, helpless.

Compared to Flunra’s speed, the speed of him being sucked into the portal is way slower.

But even though he would be slain here, he wouldn’t next time.

He closed his eyes and accepted his defeat with a smile when Flunra raised his claws.

Though he had steeled himself for the inevitable taste of defeat, his first humiliating defeat, Demon Lord Kirgil frowned in surprise when he felt no searing pain. As he cracked open his eyes, found most of his body was already inside the portal.

Shifting his eyes, he also saw Flunra freezing mid-attack.

An odd sight when victory is already right in front of him, there’s no reason to hesitate.

If he continued his attacking motion, then Demon Lord Kirgil would die.

Demon Lord Kirgil’s mind raced with numerous unanswered questions, he couldn’t decipher the reason for Flunra’s hesitation. But right before he disappeared, he saw Flunra’s lips curled into a mysterious, ominous smirk.

‘What is he thinking?’ He pondered.

But his question was left unsettled as he was sucked into the portal and teleported away.

Flunra slowly straightens his back as the portal vanishes.

In the eleventh hour, just as he was poised to deliver the decisive blow that would seal Demon Lord Kirgil’s death, he abruptly halted his assault. He sensed a distinct presence in the far distance, one he was certain belonged to none other than the Alpha himself, Rex.

Sensing that it was a signal, he ceased the attack and calmly let Demon Lord Kirgil go.

His suspicion also proved to be true in the next second.

Flunra detected a faint trace of Demon Lord Kirgil’s energy in the same direction where he sensed Rex’s presence. It was obvious that Demon Lord Kirgil hadn’t been able to teleport far due to his depleted energy, which meant he couldn’t return instantly to the Demon Kingdom.

Pausing for a second, Flunra mused with a smile “Caraptaros, he’s heading to Caraptaros…”

As an old Supernatural himself, he knew about Caraptaros.

Upon realizing that Rex was already lying in wait for Demon Lord Kirgil’s return to Caraptaros, Flunra shook his head in pity. With the upcoming death of Demon Lord Kirgil, the Rastrikan Demons would be effectively eradicated from the world.

‘What a blessing it was, being turned into one of his pack members that is…’ Flunra thought.

Knowing what’s about to happen to Demon Lord Kirgil, his body shivers.

Deciding to not stress about it, he turned around preparing to leave and take care of the aftermath of the battle. “Well, I did what I was told. I managed to buy time. I’ll leave the rest to you, my Lord”

After saying that, he dashed away, heading back to the Dwarven Kingdom again.

Swoosh!

Meanwhile, Demon Lord Kirgil came out of the portal and fell to the ground with a grunt.

Raising his gaze, he found himself standing at the entrance of a humid swamp, unmistakably the location where he had stationed One of the things he noticed instantly was the change of landscape.

Compared to the cold landscape earlier which was covered in snow, it was way warmer here.

He was not in the Dwarven Kingdom’s territory anymore, it was obvious.

Raising his gaze, he found himself standing at the entrance of a humid swamp, unmistakably the location where he had stationed Caraptaros. ‘Where are they? I can’t sense their auras or life energies… Perhaps it’s due to my weakened state. I’m probably too exhausted to detect them’

Demon Lord Kirgil took a deep breath and forced himself to stand up.

In the process, his severed arm fell to the ground, eliciting a sharp sting that forced a hiss of pain from his lips. Nothing seemed to be going well for him, their endeavor to assert dominance in the Dwarven Kingdom had failed miserably.

Making his way into the swamp, he stopped to take breaks a couple of times.

Not even a hundred meters into the swamp, Demon Lord Kirgil had already taken 5 breaks.

Despite the breaks being intended to help him recover some strength before moving on, only his body was able to rest as his mind couldn’t. It was a hunch, but he could feel the shadows created by the canopies of the forest moving.

Almost as if there was someone watching his every movement.

Because of this feeling of uneasiness that illicits paranoia, he stumbled onward forcefully.

Chirp! Chirp!

Swish…!

Every ordinary background noise became eerily distorted in his ears, intensifying the sense of dread within him. He forced himself to move quicker, determined to reach Caraptaros and reach safety as soon as possible.

“Kaargghh…”

Demon Lord Kiril leaned on a tree trunk and coughed a mouthful of blood.

His instincts were telling him to keep on going, but his body gave up earlier than his mind.

“It shouldn’t be far from here…” He mused, attempting to motivate himself.

One should understand that Demons weren’t meant to experience exhaustion like this, they were beings that were created for warfare, a perpetual force that keeps on coming and possesses remarkable physical resilience. However, the wounds inflicted by both the other Rastrikan Demons and Flunra proved to be stubborn and resistant to be healed.

Additionally, the First Breath also contributes to this greatly.

Had this been any other normal day, Demon Lord Kirgil would’ve been completely fine.

But it’s not, the world’s power is suppressed, and so does he.

Just as he prepared to press forward, knowing that Caraptaros couldn’t be too distant from where he was, Demon Lord Kirgil looked up through the canopy’s openings when the sky suddenly began to rumble.

A deafening thunder accompanied the sudden turn of the once-bright sky into a dark one.

It happened suddenly, the sky started brewing with thunderstorms.

Demon Lord Kirgil watched as the thunderstorms gripped the heavens tightly, adorned with flashes of lightning that fractured the sky before a relentless downpour began which swirled the wind into a frenzy, creating an uncomfortable whistling sound to the ears.

“A sudden heavy rain…?” He uttered with a troubled voice.

Like the beliefs of the old that reach even the Rastrikan Demons, a sudden downpour is a harbinger of catastrophe, a phenomenon born of nature’s wrath that signals an impending cataclysm that should be feared.

Knowing this legend only serves as another injection of crisis in his heart.

Not wanting to stay on his spot any longer, Demon Lord Kirgil moved against the wind.

In mere moments, the swamp’s water has risen to his knee-length.

Demon Lord Kirgil found the deeper he went into the core of the swamp, the harder the obstacles that obstruct his path became. It was a hazardous time for him as his wounded body was forced to exert strength to push onward.

However, in the midst of this situation, a thought suddenly came to mind.

‘I should be really close by now, but where are the others? Where are my fallen legions? If they were killed, they should’ve been reborn and be guarding Caraptaros. Yet, I haven’t caught a glimpse of a single one of them. Something is amiss…’ Demon Lord Kirgil’s heart quickened its rhythm.

But then again, he might’ve missed the others as the downpour is strong, blurring his vision.

Or at least, that is what he had hoped.

Not wanting to ponder for long as reaching Caraptaros was the priority right now, he fought against the resistance before his eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of two pairs of eyes. He abruptly stopped and needed to squint his eyes to determine if what he was seeing was real.

Just as he tries to see who it is, both pairs of eyes suddenly disappear again.

At this point, he knew that something was truly amiss. There was a pervasive sense of foreboding, and he couldn’t dismiss the feeling that all the obstacles in the swamp had been deliberately orchestrated to welcome him.