The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1747: Tomb of Heroes (1)

Evelyn has had help.

It became apparent after what she suggested.

Rex doesn’t mind about something like this; in fact, he was glad, as there was someone who could help Evelyn harness her power better. He could help her with the System’s help—but all she could expect from him was something as he did to Flunra.

Giving information from the System and having her decipher the content herself.

No problem in doing that, as Flunra doesn’t seem to be struggling.

But Rex knew that not everyone was like Flunra.

Evelyn is one of the people who can’t be like Flunra since she has duties as the empress to uphold.

So, it’s a good thing that someone could mentor her directly.

However, that someone has to go through him first.

If Rex remembered correctly, she already had those moon earrings for quite some time, and the entity in them had never introduced itself to him. That’s not permissible. Anyone nearing the pack has to go through him, no matter who they are.

And those who don’t abide by that rule, Rex would kill them.

Nobody can get too close without his knowledge lest that’ll encourage others to do so.

He has to be ruthless.

Despite his harsh words, Evelyn knew where he was coming from, and she had no problem with it.

After all, it was her mistake for not telling him about this.

"I will be leaving then," Evelyn said, staring at Rex’s back with a tender gaze—as if she was looking at it for the last time. "Also, I wanted to say that you don’t need to meet with Kyran for now. He’s having a bad time because of an incident, but it has been handled for now."

Once she said that, her form poofed into smoke and went inside the jar.

Rex was now alone again inside this smoky expanse.

He heard what Evelyn said and couldn’t help but feel worried.

"Kyran also went berserk recently," Rex muttered as he rubbed his forehead. "If he went berserk, then that can only mean something bad happened to Naela. But who would even dare to make a move against her, knowing she’s a part of the Silverstar Pack?"

At the thought, Rex reached for his nape and cracked his neck.

It seemed like there were still people who needed to be reminded of how strong the Silverstar Pack was.

"Now..." Rex stretched his arms. "Let’s get the rewards I’m owed."

...

Rex opened his eyes.

He was now back in the modest carriage, but the passing blur outside was now slower.

It was clear they were nearing their destination.

Rex flicked his eyes to the timer on the System and found that he was minutes away from arriving at the meeting point with the empress, a place called the Tomb of Heroes. He had no idea what awaited him there, nor why she had chosen such a landmark for their rendezvous.

Either way, he wasn’t in a position to question her choices.

It must’ve been a great deal of trouble for her to collect all the items he requested.

Rex clicked his tongue in displeasure as the weight of Nivellen’s survivability rested on this moment.

He couldn’t help but feel worried for her.

Frankly, he wouldn’t mind that much if the Maw of Oblivion couldn’t be retrieved, as he would only need to give an excuse to Elder Tilrith, or at worst, he would look like a bad person. But the Phoenix Feather has to be here or else Nivellen would be in trouble.

She was on the verge of dying.

In fact, she might not even last until the end of this day, and that’s making Rex nervous.

"Lord Rex, we’ve arrived."

Rex raised his gaze as the driver knocked on the window.

He looked outside, and as the driver said, the carriage had already come to a stop.

"You ready?" Rex turned to Amanir.

"Nope, never. But we have to do this, so it doesn’t matter if we’re ready or not," Amanir shrugged.

He even stepped out of the carriage before Rex did.

Rex climbed down the carriage and turned to look to the right, only to be greeted by a massive cliff

Rex climbed down the carriage—and turned to the right, only to be greeted by a massive circular rock formation that rose so deep the top almost reached the clouds. The air shifted around this area, colder and also quieter as though sound refused to trespass beyond its rim.

Only one path crossed this massive rock formation.

A narrow passage that stretched all the way to the center—built with an architecture that Rex had never seen while he was in the Spirit Realm. Or at least it looked like a narrow passage because of the titanic statues of guardians frozen in eternal watch placed deliberately on either side of the entrance.

Each statue made Rex look puny, as it’s at least almost as tall as the Great Barricade.

To be precise, it’s at least as big as a seventy-floor skyscraper.

Both wore robed armor that draped down their towering flames like sculpted waterfalls. In one hand, each held an intricate sword with a winged-hilt resting point-down against the stone, and in the other, a smooth sphere hovered above their palms.

An orb textured like a miniature world.

Compared to the statues’ bodies and attire, the weapons they wielded were real.

All of their weapons were not made of stone, but of a real, steel-like material.

Its sharpness alone couldn’t be doubted with how it gleamed under the faint light.

"Is it a Spirit? A Demon Spirit?" Rex wondered, inspecting their appearances, only to find that it was a mismatch of everything. "It doesn’t have a face like a Shapeshifter, odd, withered wings resembling those of an Angel, and horns that of a Demon. Interesting..."

Rex evaluated the statues and was pleasantly surprised by what he found.

He already knew that there were Angels in this realm, and there were also Werewolves.

And he could feel that these statues also hinted at a revelation that might help him really understand the dynamic between the Spirit Realm and the Mortal Realm. Either way, he can only find out if there was any hint once he gets inside.

Regardless, that was enough checking the statues.

He was never fond of statues after the Carabidis Temple.

Rex narrowed his eyes, extending his senses toward the heart of the rock formation—only to feel them stutter and stop as if pressed against an invisible wall. Something within was actively repelling all his senses from probing what was inside.

A quiet, deliberate force that refused to let his perception take a peek at the inner area.

It was a bit worrying, especially considering the circumstances.

But since this was a respected tomb, he wasn’t that surprised that there was a protective enchantment.

"What’s wrong?" Amanir asked.

"I can’t feel what was inside," Rex answered, still peering ahead. "Something is blocking me."

"It was probably why Empress Morgana chose this place," Amanir shrugged in response—not surprised at all. "Her position as the empress is now more stable than before, but that does not mean her enemies are going to give up taking her down."

"Made sense," Rex nodded.

Before he could enter, his eyes snapped to the side as he fixated on the driver.

"Do you see anything along the way?" Rex asked.

Since he decided to arrive at the place an hour early to anticipate any unforeseen variables, there’s a big chance the empress has not arrived yet, and he wanted to know. He was about to do that with his senses earlier, but since he couldn’t, he tried his luck with the driver.

Hearing this, the driver stepped down from the carriage and dropped to one knee.

In a swift, practiced motion, he drove his fist into the ground, splitting the earth with a sharp crack.

From the broken soil, he scooped up several pebbles, murmuring an incantation under her breath—and as his fingers shifted into a precise hand sign, his life energy surged forth, threading into the stones until each one was shrouded under the shimmering energy.

A moment later, one of the pebbles glowed green, which prompted him to nod.

"Yes, Her Majesty is here," the driver nodded. "If she’s not, then she’s nearby."

"Okay," Rex nodded, noting that it must’ve been a hidden technique. "Find somewhere to hide and wait for us here."

Rex and Amanir entered the passage and threaded through its entire length.

As the two disappeared from sight, the driver was about to move the carriage, but stopped.

He turned to look at the statues, catching a movement in his periphery.

"Did I... see that wrong?" He muttered, forcing himself back to what he was doing. But he froze again because it happened the second time. This time, he caught the motion clearly—he saw the statue’s blade, which was strapped to its waist, was trembling ever so slightly.

Not too much, but evident enough for him to notice from what should be a statue.

"It is moving..." A tremor ran through him. "Should I tell Lord Rex? Ah... he’s already gone."

Meanwhile, Rex and Amanir went deeper.

Even though it was a straight path with the end in sight, it was so far away they could barely see what was waiting for them at the end. Considering the name, Tomb of Heroes, this walking passage must be some kind of ritual before arriving at the real tomb.

On the side, Amanir looked around warily.

He saw the walls were smooth, well-maintained, although the place looked like it was made naturally.

People knew about this place, including him, but most knew that it was already buried.

But the place doesn’t look buried at any point in time.

’No, no, no... I need to focus,’ Amanir thought, slapping his face with his ears. ’Focus!’

He has a fight coming up, so he should be focusing on that.

Besides, Rex was right here with him, so even if something did happen, he would be fine.

Not knowing what was going on in Amanir’s mind, Rex summoned the Mask of Banished Eclipse.

A raven-black mask appeared and covered half of his face.

Rex wasn’t going to use his foresight power or anything, as even a glimpse would shatter Nivellen in an instant. Instead, he called forth his Soul Artifact to notify her—that he was already drawing near. Just a few more hours or perhaps even less, and he could finally concoct the cure to save her life.

It took nearly fifteen minutes of steady walking with occasional dashes to finally reach the end.

And when Rex and Amanir emerged from the narrow throat of stone, the world opened before them.

A colossal chamber stretched outward, its ceiling torn apart by a vertical wound in space. Through that rift, an unknown power carved a clean path straight up into the heavens, through the Black Rift, showing a brilliant, sunlit sky.

Sunbeams poured down like divine strands, bathing the chamber in a soft, golden radiance.

At the heart of this chamber is a perfectly circular platform, suspended above the abyss—and connected by four robust stone bridges that reach out like the arms of a celestial compass. Rex and Amanir were standing at one of them.

Upon the central platform rested an ancient stone dome.

It was primitive in construction, but still impossibly endearing.

Rex’s sharp eyes caught the faintest shimmer—encasing it: a crystal-clear barrier, so transparent it was basically invisible to most. Flanking each bridge were more statues, towering colossi that plunged into the depths below.

Each one was more magnificent than the ones he saw at the entrance.

And their presence was overwhelming.

Rex felt each one radiating the silent, immovable authority of beings who had once lived and ruled.

"Aren’t they Supernaturals...?" He studied them for only a moment before recognition settled over him like a chill. "A Demon... An Angel... A Shapeshifter... And a Dragonman... What are they doing here? Isn’t this realm supposed to be inhabited by Spirits?"