The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1771: Again and Again and Again

This... This was supposed to be a physical impossibility.

Rex gaped at the shimmering crimson glow, his heart sinking with a mixture of pure astonishment and dread.

Ever since the Lunirich God of the Yule Moon launched that direct assault on the mortal world, the Lunirich Gods had been suffering the consequences of their interference. That attack had been a desperate and reckless gamble, executed with the sole intent of erasing Rex from existence.

Every deity involved understood the gravity of the risks.

It was forbidden for higher beings of their caliber to interfere so blatantly in the affairs of mortals.

Since that attempt had culminated in a total disaster, they should have been stripped of their ability to manifest their power.

It was a fundamental law of the world.

For Gods to descend into the lower realm specifically to assassinate an individual was a transgression of cosmic fairness, and the world's laws would never permit a God to do so habitually. Consequently, after Rex survived that initial onslaught, he believed he would be safe for at least several decades.

There should have been no way for the Lunirich Gods to touch him anytime soon.

This was precisely why Rex had stopped viewing the Lunirich Gods as an immediate danger.

Or so he thought.

But he had been gravely mistaken.

Swoosh—!

Rex was in a dire situation, and the realization hit him hard.

Gritting his teeth, he channeled every ounce of his concentration and spiritual power into the newly formed organ within his chest. Despite his efforts, the sword—now surging with the malevolent glow of the Blood Moon—carved through his invisible defenses. It advanced with a slow, agonizing deliberation, as if mocking Rex’s lack of safety.

The most agonizing part was the absolute vulnerability of his current state.

He was rooted to the spot, unable to shift or dodge the incoming strike.

Forced to remain stationary, he strained against the pressure as the blade drew closer with every passing heartbeat.

"Morgana!" Rex bellowed, his voice laced with a feral snarl directed at the empress. "You cannot do this! Consider your subjects! If I fall... your entire empire will crumble into ruin!"

"Focus on your own survival!" Empress Morgana shouted back with equal ferocity. "Your death is mandatory!"

Swoosh—!

Rex watched with wide eyes as the blade accelerated, coming within inches of his hands in mere moments.

The weapon vibrated with an overwhelming energy that could only originate from a God.

His current Blank state, even when combined with his Divinity, was simply insufficient to repel such a chaotic and violent force.

Clang—!

Without warning, High Priestess Alana intervened, throwing her own strength into the fray to help Rex hold back the descending sword. She had previously attempted to strike Empress Morgana to force a retreat, but the crimson aura radiating from the blade had neutralized her efforts instantly.

It seemed as though the sword could negate any assault directed at the Empress.

Now, her only option was to join Rex in a desperate struggle of resistance.

"You have amassed far too many enemies," Empress Morgana said, a triumphant smirk crossing her face. "And that will be your ultimate undoing!"

"Stop!" Rex hissed, a jolt of agony shooting through him as the sword made contact with his claws. The divine pressure was so intense he feared his talons would shatter into pieces at any moment. "If you claim to be a true Angel, this path is beneath you! Follow the righteousness of the First Light! To accept the power of a foreign God is a disgrace!"

"I do not care..." Empress Morgana whispered, her voice sounding hollow and haunting.

Drawing a deep breath, she exerted even more pressure, completely shattering the invisible barrier.

The blade was now locked in a direct struggle against Rex’s claws and the solar radiance of High Priestess Alana.

"Sir Rex! We must eva—?!"

Before Alana could finish her warning, the red glow erupted like a blooming flower, turning the surrounding atmosphere incredibly heavy. With his Blank state’s protection broken, the sudden density of the air made it impossible for Rex to leap away.

Alana was similarly paralyzed.

They were both ensnared in a crushing vacuum, awaiting the moment the sword would cleave them apart.

Rex stared at the radiant blade, saturated with the power of the Blood Moon.

He pushed his recently mended body beyond its limits, trying with everything he had to withstand the blow or deflect it.

But his struggles were futile.

Without moving his head, Rex glanced toward the side, desperately hoping Amanir had succeeded in opening the chest. He needed that item immediately—otherwise, he would fail Nivellen. The Phoenix Feather had to be secured this very day. He needed it now.

However, as he scanned the area, Amanir was nowhere to be found.

And before he could locate his ally, his claws finally gave way.

Crack—!

A sickening sequence of bone-breaking snaps filled the air as his claws were pulverized.

"I offer you as a sacrifice in the name of the Archangel of Knives..." Empress Morgana declared as she lunged forward.

Her muscles bulged as she poured every bit of her strength into the final thrust.

"Sir Rex!"

Crash—!

The sword connected with the force of a runaway train.

A deafening explosion of power erupted at the point of impact, drowning out all other noise.

Rex couldn't even process the event; there was only a flash of violent red, and then he was gone.

He wasn't simply knocked back; he was launched like a projectile.

The world turned into a blurred streak of colors, and the edges of his sight were stained with a bloody hue.

A thunderous boom followed him as the air rushed to fill the void left by his departure. A moment later, the light vanished entirely, and he was swallowed by the oppressive darkness of the Black Rift, hurtling through the void at a terrifying pace.

The metallic taste of hot blood filled his throat during the flight.

Rex felt the vibrations of massive, unseen collisions as his body tore through stone mountains hidden in the dark. The peaks shattered like glass before his momentum. Nothing could slow him down as he impacted several ridges and hills along his path.

<Warning: the user is in a critical condition!>

<Warning...!>

<Warn...!>

<It’s advised to recuperate under the moonlight!>

A flood of crimson notifications—rather than the usual blue—obstructed his vision.

Each message screamed about the catastrophic damage his body had sustained.

These warnings felt redundant, as he could feel every broken bone and torn muscle personally.

Finally, after what felt like an age of violent travel, the world began to catch up with him. His speed bled away into a nauseating, chaotic tumble. Rex spun through the void like a discarded doll before his body slammed into the ground in a series of bone-crunching impacts.

When his momentum finally failed, he skidded harshly across the jagged earth.

His left arm was twisted at an unnatural angle, and his previous wounds had been violently reopened.

Whether fueled by pure adrenaline or the power of his new organ, Rex found the sheer will to stand, even as every nerve ending begged for death. The agony did not stop him; his eyes flared with a brilliant orange light as he stared back toward the distant, invisible Tomb of Heroes.

Rex tightened his grip on Stelios’ severed head, which he still held, and raised it high.

ROAR—!

His features partially shifted into his Werewolf form as he unleashed a thunderous, defiant roar.

It was a proclamation of his survival and the end of the Archangel of Knives.

A clear message to Empress Morgana that her sacrifice for Stelios had failed.

As his breath failed him, Rex dropped to his knees, gasping for air while his body struggled to begin the regeneration process.

"Kaiser..."

A bitter, short laugh escaped his lips.

His shoulders shook with dark amusement as he contemplated the absurdity of his situation.

In a fit of pure rage, he slammed his one working hand into the ground, splintering the earth.

He struck it once.

"Kaiser..."

Twice.

"Kaiser...!"

He continued to strike, though his blows became increasingly feeble as his strength ebbed away.

Time and again, Kaiser had been there to sabotage his every move, turning even the simplest goals into monumental struggles. He had climbed the ranks of nobility and even defeated the Archangel of Knives.

Yet, his victory had been snatched away.

It seemed as though he was destined never to have an easy path.

Everything was made unnecessarily difficult because of the higher entities watching his every move.

Now, he was broken, drained of energy, and empty-handed.

Nivellen.

April.

And his allies in the Mortal Realm.

Rex had made promises to them all, and this failure had shattered every single one.

"You just keep screwing me over, time after time," he growled, glaring at the sky as if he could see the beings hiding behind the clouds. The ones who made his life a living hell. "I suppose you won't stop until you're dead. Damn it... Damn it all!!"

The frustration was suffocating.

He had been on the verge of success when this disaster struck.

Now, his goals were out of reach.

Even if he had the will to try, there was no way for him to return to the battlefield instantly.

The essence he gained from consuming Stelios was still swirling within him—a potent, dormant energy that needed to be processed. However, his body required time to integrate it. Without that power, he lacked the strength even to stand up.

He was trapped, motionless, in the pitch-black void of the Black Rift.

Even with his Sable Physique allowing him to absorb voidal energy, he wasn't completely immune to the Rift's deadly environment. He needed a place to hide—but in his current state, even walking was an impossible task.

Rex had been so overconfident that he had left Kraken with Amanir.

He was now vulnerable to Voidal Metamorphosis.

Then—he heard it.

The faint sound of footsteps drawing near.

Slowly and painfully, Rex turned his head, his vision blurring as he tried to focus on the source of the noise. A dark silhouette was approaching. Given his unknown location, he had to prepare for the worst.

It could be a voidal beast lured by his scent.

Rex tried to plant his foot to stand, but he stumbled immediately, his teeth clenched in pain.

He had to get up; even a low-level Immortal Spirit rank Voidal Monster could kill him now. But no matter how much he struggled, his body refused to obey.

"It is only me..."

A familiar voice reached Rex’s ears.

Suddenly, a sphere of solar light pushed back the darkness of the Black Rift, revealing the identity of the newcomer.

"A-Alana...?" Rex croaked in disbelief.

A short distance away, Alana stood unsteadily. One of her eyes was clamped shut as blood flowed from a gash on her forehead. But the most shocking sight was the massive wound across her midsection, a cut so deep it had nearly disemboweled her.

That single injury explained everything about the final moments of the battle.

At the last second, Alana must have thrown herself in front of him to shield him from that divine strike.

She hadn't been able to dodge it entirely, but her intervention had been enough to knock them both out of the direct path of destruction.

If that blow had landed perfectly, neither of them would have survived.

"You didn't escape?" Rex asked, his breath coming in ragged gasps, stunned by her loyalty. "Why would you throw your life away for me?"

"It... it doesn't matter now," Alana stammered, limping forward before collapsing to her knees at his side.

She extended her hand and began to circulate her energy, bathing Rex in a warm, healing sunlight to accelerate his recovery. It was barely effective, however, as Rex was still suffering from the effects of enchanted pure silver and the lingering burn of godly power.

Furthermore, the effort was visibly draining the last of Alana’s life force.

"Stop, save your strength," Rex whispered. A quick check with the System confirmed she would collapse from exhaustion long before she could heal him. "Heal yourself if you truly want to help. I'm going to need you to carry me to safety."

Alana coughed violently, spitting up blood.

She desperately wanted to continue, but her body was failing her.

Overwhelmed by the pain, she was forced to stop, leaning her forehead against Rex’s shoulder for support. "I will heal myself... so you had better not lose consciousness or die. I wouldn't know how to explain that to the Divine Saintess."

Rex wanted to reassure her.

To tell her everything would be fine.

But as the new Scion on the road to becoming invincible, he knew that fate was far from finished with him.

"Stay alert, Alana," Rex said, his voice heavy with exhaustion as he scanned their surroundings. "We aren't alone..."