The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1753: Now You Die!

Fury thundered within Rex’s chest.

Every event that had transpired up to this point had been secretly manipulated by the greed of a single individual.

Before encountering Stelios, Rex had crossed paths with several Angels. From those encounters, he had gathered more knowledge about the forgotten Angel Race than almost any other being in this new era. One key discovery was the nature of their power—holy energy.

This was the exact same energy currently radiating from Stelios.

However, the transformation the Angels underwent due to Void’s interference had corrupted that power.

Now, the Angels—specifically the Dark Angels—channeled profane energy.

This was a distinct power emanating from an unidentified source.

Based on Rex's understanding of the Angels, Void had coerced the survivors into accepting this new path, forcing them to evolve into Dark Angels. No one was spared from this transition. To demonstrate his resolve, Void had even executed several Archangels.

Those who refused to submit fled, forming a resistance force that remained loyal to the First Light.

Yet, despite this massive shift in their racial power, Stelios had not changed.

Stelios was still wielding holy energy.

Rex had always found this suspicious. Stelios was tasked with monitoring the Zahara Consortium and the Tabaxis, which meant he should have been among the Dark Angels serving the First Darkness. Nevertheless, he continued to use holy energy.

Finally, the truth became clear.

The reality was far more egocentric than Rex could have ever guessed.

Stelios had resisted the transition not out of devotion to the First Light, nor because of some unique status. Instead, he simply wanted to conduct one final hunt. He desired a poetic conclusion to his life as a Werewolf Hunter.

To ensure this, he held back his own evolution and the acquisition of greater power.

He had even gone as far as sacrificing millions of souls just to breach the Spirit Realm.

And for what? Mere obsession? Rex refused to forgive it.

For a long time, Rex had struggled to increase his Cultivation to protect those he cared about.

But this time, his motivation was different.

Stelios had to be eliminated because his existence was too hazardous to the world.

While the Fifthborn might consider himself superior to other races, he still possessed a hunger that only the living world could sate. He craved adoration and worship—desires that could never be satisfied in solitude.

He needed to interfere with others to feed his ego.

In contrast, Stelios was driven purely by personal whims.

To leave him alive was no different than ignoring a live explosive.

Rex’s eyes widened with intense resolve as he glared at the Archangel of Knives. His once-red eyes began to shift into a different hue, a sight that caused Stelios’ own eyes to gleam with delight as he felt the overwhelming bloodlust radiating from his final target.

"You are starting to look like a worthy opponent—for my final prey," Stelios remarked, a wide grin spreading across his face. He was pleased to see Rex’s growing intent to kill. "A cornered beast fights with the most ferocity, though from my perspective, you aren't completely trapped just yet."

Flick!

With a careless motion, Stelios snapped his fingers.

In response, the golden clouds began to churn, opening a massive void in the center of the sky.

Something started to descend.

Even from a distance, the sound of heavy chains rattling against each other reached Rex’s ears.

It was positioned high in the atmosphere, nearly invisible to ordinary eyes, but Rex saw it with perfect clarity.

A figure bound in heavy shackles was being lowered from the heavens.

It was a face he knew instantly. A sight that made his heart tighten painfully.

"A-April...?"

Before he could fully process the scene, Amanir’s long ears obstructed his view.

Instinctively, Amanir moved to shield Rex’s vision the moment he realized what was hanging in the sky.

Lunging forward, Amanir used his body to block Rex’s line of sight.

His ears spread like heavy drapes, wrapping around Rex’s head to block out every possible view of the sky. One ear gripped Rex’s head firmly while the other forced his gaze downward, locking eyes with Amanir.

"Do not look," Amanir hissed, his voice strained with desperation.

He wasn't doing this for himself, but to prevent the catastrophe brewing within Rex.

Rex’s breathing became erratic, bordering on a total panic attack.

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"What... April...?"

"No, do not think about it. Put it out of your mind."

"Haah... Haah!"

Boom!

Amanir clenched his teeth as Rex’s body began to crackle with life energy mixed with voidal energy that felt like scorching heat. He could endure the pressure for now, but if it increased, Rex would become unstoppable.

"Rex. Listen to me. Control your rage. Do not look up until you have regained your composure."

"Haah... April...!"

Rex shook violently in Amanir’s hold.

His breath came in jagged gasps, each one more desperate and ragged than the last.

His shoulders heaved as if he were fighting for every lungful of air.

Sweat dripped from his face and hissed into steam.

"What is the meaning of this...?" Stelios’ mocking voice drifted toward them, clearly amused by Amanir’s attempt to suppress Rex’s fury. "Why stop him from losing control? Release him. Do not spoil my performance."

Amanir glared at Stelios, his veins pulsing with anger.

A pained grunt escaped him as Rex’s claws dug deep into his ears.

"Amanir—let go," Rex growled, his voice cracking with raw rage. "I will tear him apart... I will devour him for what he has done!"

"Rex. Focus. Master your anger. Direct it. Don't look at the sky until you are ready."

"I don't care about anything else, as long as he dies..."

"You must care!" Amanir gripped Rex tighter, his own frustration boiling over. "You cannot surrender to the madness. Don't you see?! Empress Morgana is present. If you snap now... if your power hits her, everything you’ve sacrificed for will be lost! Everything!!"

"The Empire will hunt you! You will never save Devo! You will never find Linthia! It will all be GONE!!"

At those words, Rex’s jaw trembled as he fought to stabilize himself.

But the task was nearly impossible.

"I can't, Amanir... I can't breathe," Rex choked out, his voice a mix of a growl and a gasp. His pupils dilated and contracted rapidly. The veins in his neck bulged as his eyes flickered between crimson and gold. "I can't breathe..."

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Cursing under his breath, Amanir seized Rex’s face.

He pulled Rex in until they were forehead to forehead.

"Stay with me. Focus on my voice," he commanded in a low, vibrating tone. "Forget the Archangel of Knives for a moment. He won't strike while you are in this state. Focus inward. You are a Werewolf. Your rage is a rising tide; once the dam breaks, I cannot help you. Only you can hold it back."

But Rex was barely listening.

His body jerked with every pulse, on the verge of a full Werewolf transformation.

Even that brief glimpse of the sky had seared an image into his soul. The mere thought made his head spin and fed the fire in his gut. A body in the air. A blade of darkness. April’s face. Her blood.

Rex’s claws sank further into Amanir’s flesh.

Unconsciously, his fangs lengthened and horns began to sprout from his brow.

"If you lose yourself, you make her the reason for your downfall. Do you want her to carry that weight?" Amanir asked, ignoring his own pain to reach Rex. "Can you hear me? She wouldn't want that. Hold on. Just hold on."

"But she is gone...."

"No, you don't know that for certain!"

Rex’s frame shuddered as every muscle strained against the urge to explode.

At the very edge of total insanity, Rex’s breathing suddenly stopped.

Amanir panicked for a second.

But as he looked closely at Rex, he saw a shift in his eyes.

"I am the only one... who can stop it...?" Rex whispered. Then, his eyes widened as he remembered Kei Xun’s words regarding the start of the trial. "No... there is someone else... someone better at handling this rage."

Rex looked Amanir in the eye and gave a firm nod before pushing him aside.

He knew he would never be truly ready for this.

However, there was another presence within him that lived in a constant state of fury.

Kei Xun had told him that when the trial began, he should relinquish control.

And that was exactly what he intended to do.

"Just ensure Empress Morgana is safe until that filth of an Angel is dead."

Rex’s words sounded like the rattling of chains in a gale, barely audible over the roaring in his head.

Amanir heard the request.

It sounded like Rex was talking to himself, but Amanir sensed a deeper meaning.

As the wind carried the words away, Rex’s muscles began to swell, stretching his skin to the limit. His spine snapped with a loud crack, and his shoulders broadened as fur surged across his skin like a dark tide.

Low growls vibrated in his throat.

Just as his human form began to vanish completely, a different voice spoke.

It came from the same mouth, but the tone was entirely alien.

"Leave it to me..."

A chill ran down Amanir’s spine at the sound of that guttural, bone-chilling voice that seemed to make the very earth tremble.

In that instant, Rex’s aura exploded—a burst of pure violence that shook the area like a detonating bomb. The ground shattered beneath him. Stone walls splintered. Dust fell from the ceiling as the air warped under the pressure.

Rex’s entire presence had shifted.

He threw his head back, fully embracing the transformation he had been fighting.

His eyes glowed like molten gold, staring directly at the horror in the sky without flinching.

High above, April hung from golden chains. She was stripped and motionless, with a massive black greatsword impaling her chest. Rex could feel the foul, profane energy radiating from the weapon.

It was a blade belonging to a powerful Dark Angel.

Someone in the Mortal Realm was collaborating with Stelios—a fact Rex would never forget.

Despite the grim sight, Rex let out a laugh.

It wasn't a sound of joy or madness. It was the sound of a being who had cast aside all restraint.

The Invincible Apparition felt the scorching energy rising from the depths of his soul, fueled by the sight of April’s suffering. It was intoxicating and seemingly boundless.

After the years spent with April in the Forsaken Tower, this level of rage was only fitting.

It rivaled the fury of that unforgettable night and the moment Edward was taken.

For the Invincible Apparition, this was the perfect catalyst.

An endless, rising tide of unbridled wrath.

Rex bared his teeth and pointed toward the Archangel of Knives. The Red Dawn of Kaiser materialized in his grasp, his eyes shining with a crazed light. His power surged, drowning out the golden light of the sky.

"Archangel of Knives!"

He bellowed, his face twisted in a mask of euphoria and murderous intent.

"Now, you die!!"

Boom!