The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1759: Clash of Ultimate Attacks

The Shade Shaman scanned the horizon with a steady gaze.

Her children—or at least the beings she had adopted as her own—were let out a collective howl.

It was a display of unity that had not been witnessed since the era before they were severed from their home world.

Internal strife was usually the norm among them.

Because they originated from various packs and served different princes, friction was naturally inevitable.

It was simply the way of things.

In their native realm, such conflicts were actually promoted; they fostered unity within groups, produced elite warriors, and established a transparent hierarchy. Everyone understood their rank in society, fueling a ferocious level of beastly competitiveness.

Yet, in this current world, they were no longer the apex predators they once were.

Here, their existence was a constant struggle for survival.

Infighting became a luxury they couldn't afford when every path they took resulted in a desperate fight for life.

Recognizing the severity of their internal divisions, the Shade Shaman understood that they were marching toward extinction. Intervention was mandatory. She realized that her unique status could be leveraged to maintain order among the majority.

The plan eventually succeeded.

Success wasn't instantaneous, however; a catastrophic loss occurred before her strategy finally took root.

Nevertheless, the outcome wasn't entirely negative.

The surviving Shade Crawlers were now the elite of their kind, and their devotion to her surpassed her wildest expectations. Aware of their dwindling population, they began to prioritize her leadership as a means of enduring this world.

She was, after all, the sole guide capable of helping them traverse the Black Rift.

Through the passing of countless years, their allegiance transformed.

To the Shade Crawlers, she was now far more than just a Shaman.

She was their Mother.

Even though they continued to live mostly in isolation to avoid friction, every one of them held a sacred place for her in their hearts. The feeling was mutual for the Shade Shaman. She carried a deep affection for them as well.

Thus, witnessing them united in this manner sparked a sense of joy she had long since buried.

For their sake, she was determined to track down the enigmatic figure who carried the scent of their lineage.

"A child of mine spotted him. Caught his scent. Though the child was unsure, he saved the creature regardless."

"Others took the initiative to track him before the reports even reached my ears."

"And now, I have been shown what my children discovered."

Having inhabited the Black Rift for millennia, the bodies of the Shade Crawlers had evolved to suit the environment. The piercing cold no longer bothered them. The chaotic winds no longer hindered their hearing. Most importantly, their sense of smell could now isolate a specific scent from a thousand others.

These adaptations made them distinct, yet they were the very tools that permitted survival in the unforgiving Black Rift.

"Finding the creature was simple for my children, though it required an investment of time and power."

"Evading the monarchies and voidal princes demands both patience and strength."

"But hope is a potent motivator. My children successfully mapped every location he has stepped foot in."

The Shade Shaman now stood atop what should have been two interconnected bubbles linked to an Obelisk of Life.

But those sanctuaries were gone.

The Obelisk of Life had perished, and the bubbles had been completely demolished.

Spirits could still be observed gathering the endless stream of corpses, preparing them for decent burials.

A Shade Crawler approached, laying a single body at the Shade Shaman’s feet.

She peered down, unable to suppress a growing smile.

The evidence of their kind was unmistakable—there was no room for skepticism. The body had been shredded by teeth and talons, ripped apart with a savagery unique to their race. Furthermore, the scent hanging in the air was familiar, yet warped enough to be unsettling.

There was no question: this destruction was the work of the mysterious figure.

The very one they were hunting.

"Though the flesh has grown cold, the killer's lingering rage still feels hot to the touch."

"It mirrors their own fury. Or is, at the very least, remarkably similar."

"Our Origin is clear. We are predators. Night-dwelling hunters who serve the full moons. This being is undoubtedly one of us. I believed I was beginning to grasp your nature, but I was mistaken. I was too quick to judge."

She was led to another site by a different Shade Crawler.

A distant tower loomed ahead.

As with the previous location, the trail of that mysterious kin had guided them here.

Since the figure was supposed to be one of their own, the Shade Shaman anticipated another scene of carnage dominated by his claws. She expected more mangled remains covering the earth. However, no such slaughter was present.

At least, no scent of death was thick enough to remain in the air.

Furthermore, the nearby ruins were actually thriving.

The Shade Shaman found herself... perplexed.

"Assisting the Spirits... but why? What is the motive? I cannot say. Perhaps our world has found peace. Or perhaps this figure was banished to this world because of his compassion. I am intrigued... I truly wish to comprehend him."

"Regardless, our search must continue."

Upon reaching the next destination, the Shade Shaman encountered a sight she recognized.

A literal road paved with carcasses.

The majority were Voidal Monsters, with only a handful of Spirits among the dead.

This blood-soaked trail went on for miles, concluding at a monarchy recently secured by an unknown Voidal Monarch. The Shade Shaman was now certain; the mysterious figure was indeed aiding the Spirits.

And he was close to a princess.

"A Luna...? From a different species? Could it be? I... have no memory of such a thing. Perhaps a non-kin Luna is acceptable in this era."

"No. Our Origin—would never permit it. His scent possesses a regal, pleasant quality. He is of royal blood. Yet he acts like this? Who is he truly...? A fraud? That thought crossed my mind, but I kept it to myself. Hope is at a peak, and I wish for my children to enjoy the feeling for a little while longer."

"If he is an impostor, perhaps I should take him alive. Yes, keep him as a mascot of hope. Even a false hope is superior to none at all."

"But our Origin... If he were present, he would surely demand this creature’s death."

A Shade Crawler drifted closer from the flank.

He dropped to his knees, gently taking the Shade Shaman’s hand and pressing it against his brow.

It was the gesture of a devoted child showing gratitude to his mother.

Even before his report was spoken, the Shade Shaman sensed the information he carried.

The current coordinates of the mysterious figure. "We shall see the truth once we meet face to face."

...

"Archangel Decree: Knives of Stelios!"

Splash!

Radiating like a solar eruption, Stelios’ armor pulsed with holy energy as he threw his arms toward the sky.

A thin line of blood leaked from the corner of his mouth.

He had been struck.

However, the sting of humiliation far outweighed the physical agony of the wound.

For him to be injured despite all his meticulous preparations was a disgrace. As a werewolf hunter seeking the final specimen for his collection, being pushed to his absolute limit like this was an intolerable insult.

Only blood could wash away such shame.

Behind him, the magical array holding the hundred blades hovered and grew in size.

It emitted a blinding light.

From the center emerged a single, gargantuan knife, covered in an impossible number of runic carvings.

Rex had never encountered an object saturated with this much holy energy before.

"Knife of Judgment!"

Rumble!

The entire Tomb of Heroes and the surrounding lands shook as if reality itself were being torn asunder. The heavens cracked open, and the massive Knife of Judgment descended in a lethal arc, cloaked in holy energy so intense it made the atmosphere shriek.

Brilliant light flowed along its edge in savage waves.

The pulses were so vivid that even entities outside the Mortal Realm could perceive every vibration and ripple with their own eyes. It was a devastating strike fueled by the fury of an Archangel.

The descent was gradual, but speed was irrelevant when the sheer pressure suppressed everything in the vicinity.

In the shadow of this titanic assault, Rex refused to budge.

His body felt as though it weighed a million tons, yet he would not be forced to his knees.

"So you're jumping straight to your trump card..." Rex thought to himself, his eyes flashing with a competitive spark as he stared into the light. "Fine then. I'll meet you with mine. Blood Moon Genesis..."

As the skill was invoked, the Blood Moon Echo flared to life instantly.

Its radiance eclipsed the crimson of the Red Dawn of Kaiser, as if asserting its dominance.

Then, it surged forward like an apex predator being set free.

Vibrant, overwhelming red energy boiled out from the depths.

With a sound like a giant gasping for air, blood erupted from beneath Rex's feet, spreading out in a shallow, rushing tide. The crimson surface vibrated with raw power. Anyone looking at this pool would realize it wasn't just blood.

No. It functioned as a gateway.

Beyond the surface lay a realm of pure crimson, a place radiating terrifying strength.

A sea of blood containing power that far exceeded the Spirit Realm.

Deep within those reaches, something was stirring.

Most mortals would label it a titanic horror—the kind of name used when the mind fails to grasp the truth. But this... entity... was far beyond such simple terms. Usually, it remained in a state of slumber.

Deep in that red ocean, it moved.

A summons had reached it.

A name had been called out with absolute purpose.

Though the whisper was faint, it sounded like thunder to the entity.

When called upon, regardless of who dared to summon it, the entity would always provide an answer.

"Ravenous Maw of Magna!"

ROAR!!

From the ground beneath Rex, the boiling red life energy—driven by the Blood Moon Echo—exploded like a volcanic eruption. Scores of crimson ribbons coiled upward, merging and expanding until they formed the shape of a massive, monstrous wolf.

Its jaw was split into four distinct sections, and it possessed ten eyes, each moving with its own intent.

The moment it appeared, the scales of power tipped violently.

Even the holy light of the Knife of Judgment wavered, losing its grip on the surrounding space.

Red energy pulsed outward, devouring the area with every beat as the wolf-abomination rose higher, its four-part maw stretching wide. It lunged directly toward the falling divine blade, intending to collide with it head-on.

It was a reckless move.

That was Rex's first thought as he watched.

But for the wolf-abomination, fear was a foreign concept. It would never retreat.

Especially not from this Knife of Judgment.

Above them, Stelios watched the rising maw in pure shock.

He wasn't just surprised by the monster itself, but by the energy it radiated—energy that didn't belong to the Mortal Realm or the Spirit Realm. "He was holding back this kind of power?" Stelios snarled, funneling even more strength into the Knife of Judgment. "Just... die!!"

KABOOM!

A colossal detonation of energy occurred at the point of impact.

Neither Amanir nor Empress Morgana could see through the heart of the explosion.

However, Rex and Stelios saw everything clearly.

The Knife of Judgment was as formidable as expected.

Its sacred force sliced into the wolf-abomination with blinding intensity, and the runes erupted with celestial power, vaporizing the energy and the very air. Yet, the beast simply opened its four-way jaw even wider.

Given its scale, it was capable of swallowing the Knife of Judgment entirely.

And that is exactly what it did.

For a fleeting second, the world went silent as if time had stopped.

Then, glowing cracks began to spiderweb across the trapped holy blade from inside the monster's stomach.

A moment later, the Knife of Judgment exploded, releasing its full, apocalyptic wrath from within.

Predictably, Rex and Stelios were thrown back by the force like dolls caught in a gale.

Neither could easily endure the shockwave of their ultimate techniques clashing so violently.

Yet, their reactions were worlds apart.

While the explosion appeared to be a stalemate, the overwhelming crimson energy that dominated the blast made it obvious which side had held the upper hand in the struggle.