The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1760: Bloodline of Royalty
Previously on The Invincible Full-Moon System...
Amanir moved with desperate haste within the Tomb of Heroes.
He possessed a single area of expertise, and he refused to fail now.
Previously, Empress Morgana had blocked his path. There was no way to bypass her through force, given her superior strength and the formidable artifacts she wielded that made any confrontation pointless. However, a gap in her guard had finally appeared.
Rex had intervened, drawing Empress Morgana away with him.
It remained uncertain if Rex had done this to assist Amanir or if he simply followed his own agenda.
Regardless of the reason, Amanir recognized the opportunity and intended to seize it.
As thunderous shockwaves from the battle above hammered down—vibrations the Tomb of Heroes failed to fully dampen—Amanir used his ears to haul the massive chests. The elongated container held the Maw of Oblivion, while the other housed the Phoenix Feather that Rex required so urgently.
He dragged the cargo toward the domed area where the Angel Origin’s remains had been kept.
Earlier, Rex had managed to shatter the barrier.
Amanir had witnessed it personally, yet the dome still retained some defensive properties.
Seeking refuge inside offered Amanir much better odds than remaining exposed on the central platform.
Once he crossed the threshold, he immediately set to work lockpicking the chest containing the Phoenix Feather.
“If things get worse, Rex won’t have another shot at the Phoenix Feather,” Amanir muttered to himself, manipulating his ears into the shape of two picks to manipulate the lock. “Even if he manages to slay that Archangel, Empress Morgana still stands in his way.”
Amanir was certain that the death of the Archangel of Knives wouldn't signal the end.
Rex was restricted from severely harming Empress Morgana to avoid triggering a response that would turn the entire empire against him. The only solutions were to either disable the Empress or for Amanir to successfully steal the Phoenix Feather now.
Between those two paths, the latter was significantly more feasible.
Blitz!
The moment his picks touched the lock, a violent surge of energy blasted Amanir’s ears.
The discharge scorched his flesh despite the thick layer of life energy he used for protection.
“I require a stronger defense for my ears against that power,” Amanir ground his teeth, realizing he couldn't maintain the lockpicking long enough under such a strain. “The Angel Origin... The Angel Origin!”
In a frenzy, Amanir rushed toward the golden shrine where the Angel Origin’s corpse had previously rested.
No defenses remained there since Rex had forcibly removed the sanctified remains.
Amanir’s eyes lit up—draped over the side of the bier was a cloak crafted from woven silk.
The fabric’s threads vibrated with a concentrated mixture of holy and life energy.
“I knew it!” He shouted in a moment of triumph. His hand darted out to grab the cloth. It radiated warmth, feeling like sunlight held in his palm. “The Angel Origin’s resting place would never be left without guardians.”
Returning to the chest, he prepared to try again.
This time, however, he wrapped his ears in the silk cloak.
Blitz!
As before, the energy currents struck his ears with force, but the cloak absorbed the brunt of the impact.
Though the pain persisted, it was now within his endurance.
Amanir immediately resumed his task, his entire focus poured into clicking the lock open.
...
Several miles from the Tomb of Heroes, the Shade Shaman and a dozen Shade Crawlers moved through the Black Rift, tracking the scent of the enigmatic figure. Two minutes had passed since the Black Rift’s winds had subsided.
The absence of the chaotic gales made them feel uneasy, yet they continued their advance.
The Shade Shaman was well-acquainted with this region.
Long ago, this site was considered holy by many, but its treacherous location made upkeep nearly impossible.
Every attempt at maintenance required a sacrifice in lives that their diminishing race could not sustain.
Predictably, the location was eventually left to rot.
Despite the site's importance to the Spirits, the scent of the mysterious target was overpowering here.
Furthermore, the earth trembled repeatedly—the Shade Shaman noted eleven distinct quakes in just the last two minutes. A fierce conflict was clearly erupting ahead, undoubtedly involving the figure they were chasing.
She couldn't identify the opponent because the energy signature was peculiar.
However, it felt familiar, reminiscent of energy she had encountered long ago, particularly under the golden radiance of the sky above.
‘Now... let me witness your true nature. Regardless, you will co—’
BOOM!
A massive detonation erupted.
The vibration was so intense it felt as though the world itself was tearing apart.
Two Shade Crawlers instantly appeared in front of her, driving their claws into the earth for stability.
Their forms shifted into shadowy silhouettes, acting as a shield against the incoming shockwave that threatened to hurl the Shade Shaman backward. Accustomed to fighting Voidal Princes and Voidal Monarchs daily, the Shade Crawlers found the force manageable.
Nevertheless, the sheer scale of the explosion was startling.
The mysterious figure and his adversary only possessed auras equivalent to the early Eternal Spirit rank.
Such a level shouldn't be capable of producing an explosion of this magnitude.
The group braced themselves, preparing to move through the remaining shockwave, assuming the worst had passed. They were mistaken. The initial blast was merely a precursor, a quiet breath before a scream.
A moment later, the real disaster struck.
It burst forth.
KABOOM!!
The air itself seemed to crystallize into a wall of solid force, hitting them with a crack that transcended sound to become physical destruction. The pressure hammered against their forms, and the roar was so loud it shattered the tiny bones in their ears.
An absolute silence followed the void of the blast, filled only by the ringing of pure, disorienting agony.
Growl!
Cries of pain escaped their throats.
Some Shade Crawlers clutched their ears in a daze, while others were forced back by the impact.
The Shade Shaman’s body glowed with restorative moonlight energy, assisting the Shade Crawlers in healing their ruptured eardrums. At that same moment, the edge of a distant formation crumbled into debris as something was propelled toward them.
The projectile moved faster than its own sound and fury.
A high-pitched, irritating whistle pierced the air just before the impact.
Crash!
Every Shade Crawler froze in place.
It was a primal reflex triggered from the deepest depths of their souls.
The Shade Shaman was not immune to this instinctual terror.
Silence hung heavy until a deep, guttural chuckle echoed through the area.
In that instant, the Shade Shaman and her followers realized the truth.
The object they thought was a projectile was actually a living being.
Likely one of the combatants from the battle.
As they caught their breath, their eyes widened upon detecting a powerful, unmistakable scent. It was the very aroma that had led them here. This confirmed that the being before them was the one they had been searching for.
“How does this feel, Kaiser...?”
“I can even call upon your pets now. Does that provoke you? My replacement of you is inevitable.”
Slowly, the silhouette that had crashed into their midst stood up from the crater.
‘I came to investigate the one who infiltrated this world.’
Sensing the aura radiating from the figure just steps away, the Shade Shaman’s eyes stretched wide. Her entire frame trembled uncontrollably. It was an involuntary reaction, as if her soul recognized a danger her logic could not yet process.
‘His scent was once different. It contained a flaw that didn't belong to our kind.’
Her muscles locked; she fought to remain as motionless as a statue.
Even the act of breathing felt beyond her reach.
Every instinct she possessed screamed for her to stay perfectly still.
Absolutely motionless.
‘But this... this savagery, this rage... this is no fraud.’
The dust from the impact still swirled around them, masking the creature that had landed behind her. It was growling and laughing. Intermingled with those sounds was the sickening noise of flesh knitting together. It was recovering.
The previous explosion had wounded it, but it was already regenerating.
They could all hear the sound of its body stitching itself back together.
That level of regenerative speed was incomprehensible to most of their species.
“Observe us now, Rex. This is the result of true lack of restraint.”
“Fury has always been our ally, yet you constantly suppressed it. Now that the shackles are gone, we are invincible.”
As the smoke dissipated, the monster in their midst was finally revealed.
A colossal Werewolf stood there, towering even over the Shade Crawlers.
It possessed claws of black steel capable of rending the heavens.
Its eyes were a crimson so deep they resembled twin pearls of blood.
Its fangs were sharp enough to surely tear the flesh of Demigods with ease.
Curving horns sat upon its head, a clear mark of royalty.
The Shade Shaman glanced at the two Shade Crawlers ahead of her—like her, they were struggling to remain still. Though they tried not to move, their bodies shook with visible terror, on the verge of a panicked reaction.
She shifted her gaze and saw the rest of her group in the same paralyzed state.
A singular, primal dread had seized them all.
In that moment, the Shade Shaman sent a single telepathic command to her followers.
Don’t move.
Thud!
She repeated the order over and over, desperately hoping they would comply.
Like a mother warning her children of a lethal danger.
Don’t move.
None of you dare move.
Thud!
The Shade Shaman watched as the beast walked past her, completely ignoring her and the Shade Crawlers.
It was as if they weren't even worth its notice.
Many would be insulted to be treated like mere air, as if they weren't worthy of recognition. But right now, the Shade Shaman was immensely grateful for the creature's indifference.
She felt the moonlight energy within her core trembling.
If she attempted to use it to strike the beast now, it would fail.
The moonlight energy would refuse to obey her.
That realization made one thing certain for the Shade Shaman.
‘The kin who entered our world is no commoner,’ she realized. ‘He belongs to royalty.’
‘A royal bloodline flows through him.’
Crack!
Rex launched himself into the air like a rocket, soaring toward the sky.
His claws dug into the floating sphere—a bubble engorged with the energy of millions of sacrifices, a toll demanded by the monster posing as an Archangel. For a brief second, his red eyes softened as he saw her state.
But that softness was immediately consumed by a burning wave of fury and resolve.
Bam!
A clawed strike slammed into the shield, saturated with Inevitable Death.
Crack!
A second blow followed, even more powerful, splintering the surface of the bubble.
Rex continued his relentless assault, hitting the barrier dozens of times in seconds.
He tore, bit, and headbutted the surface like a madman, watching the energy points displayed by the System plummet with every hit. With his Blood Moon Echo active, the restrictions on Inevitable Death had vanished.
The Blood Moon Echo provided an endless supply of blood.
He could now unleash Inevitable Death repeatedly, without limit.
Rex drew back his right arm and, with a deep growl, drove his claws into the bubble one last time, shattering it into fragments that vanished instantly. He caught April’s falling body gently, glaring with pure hatred at the chaos sword embedded in her chest.
“Unlike Rex, seeing you in this state only fuels my rage,” Rex rasped. “And unlike Rex, I will not hold back. I will make him suffer for this.”