The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1783: Invading the Last Bastion

"Arghkk..."

Forced by the weight of Adhara’s murderous energy, the Alpha finally surrendered the information Evelyn sought.

However, his constitution was failing; he could only withstand the pressure for a mere minute before losing consciousness.

Even proximity to Adhara’s Anti-Werewolf form is fatal for any werewolf; even Flunra had struggled to survive the passive damage in the past. To have that energy surging directly through one's veins was nothing short of pure torture.

Her Qi was far more destructive to a werewolf than even the purest silver.

The results spoke for themselves.

It was unfortunate that Evelyn was unable to extract every answer she required.

"Was it truly necessary to hit him with that much?" she asked, her voice laced with irritation.

She had more to ask, but the Alpha had blacked out before he could provide further intel.

"I barely used any," Adhara countered. "How was I supposed to know he was that pathetic?"

Shaking her head, Evelyn turned her back on the prisoner and walked toward the Great Army.

According to the Alpha's confession, a peace treaty with Princess Selene was impossible. Her faction utterly rejected the sovereignty of the Clarentium Empire. They were all convinced that Rex was destined to be the destroyer of the Werewolf Race’s legacy.

In their eyes, he was defiling it with his lies.

Honestly, considering Rex's history with them, Evelyn wasn't shocked by their stance.

Therefore, no path remained except to fight this final engagement.

Scaling a rock formation, Evelyn was met with the sight of endless rows of soldiers. The Great Army waited in silence for her command, every soul among them burning with the desire to secure this win for her.

Many faces brightened simply by catching a glimpse of her.

'Did I go overboard with the scent?' she wondered privately, though she maintained her composed, neutral smile.

From the flank, Sintra approached.

"Your Majesty," she whispered, interrupting Evelyn's thoughts.

She had spent the last hour meticulously probing the environment, searching for the spiritual signature of an enemy Shaman.

In a conflict of this scale, Shamans are priority targets; their ability to buff an entire army makes them incredibly dangerous. It fell upon her to determine the strength of the opposition's Shaman.

Her findings suggested a grimmer reality than they had hoped for.

"A War Spell has been cast around the canyon. I estimate at least two Shamans are reinforcing it. If we charge into the canyon now, my own War Spell could be suppressed, granting them a str—"

"Can you handle it?" Evelyn interrupted, her question sharp and cold.

Despite Sintra’s apparent concern, Evelyn knew better than to take her words at face value.

Following their previous clash, Sintra knew her standing was precarious.

Failing Evelyn would mean answering to Prince Alaric, or even worse, the Royal Black Prince himself.

She had grown too bold in speaking her mind, forgetting that the balance of power favored Evelyn and the Silverstar Pack. This final battle was her chance to offer a performance that served as an apology.

"I suspect you are telling me this only to ensure I recognize your contribution," Evelyn remarked.

"Hehe..." Sintra gave a raspy chuckle. "Naturally, two Shamans are no match for me. I will deal with them."

"Good," Evelyn replied, turning her attention back to the Great Army.

Seeing her move toward them, the Great Army immediately ceased all activity, forming ranks with the precision of elite guards. Not a single soldier wavered; they moved with a synergy that suggested years of shared training.

Yet, it was their collective ambition that truly bound them.

A fierce resolve to expand the empire.

More importantly, a desire to please their Empress by presenting her with a victory tonight.

"The war has reached its conclusion. Our foes have spurned our mercy, clinging instead to the grudges of the past," Evelyn declared, her voice steady yet carrying across the entire valley. "They oppose a new dawn. They oppose peace. They oppose the inevitable. They stand against us!"

Low growls and grunts rippled through the ranks.

Anticipation surged through every soldier.

They were done living in the shadows of old hatreds; they wanted a new era where they could build anew.

Though many hadn't fought in the previous wars, they knew the Emperor’s patience had been pushed to the limit by the Scarlet Banes Kingdom. Even after all that provocation, the Emperor had still permitted the Empress to offer a chance at mercy.

"Our empire and its citizens are not like them," Evelyn continued, her gaze sweeping over the fervent crowd. "We look toward a future more radiant than they can conceive. Thus, it is our duty to inter those who refuse to evolve, those who live in the past. Show them the power of the empire."

A gentle smile graced Evelyn’s lips as her eyes ignited with a purple glow.

A faint, violet mist began to steam from her body.

"Victory for the empire. Victory for the Emperor. Please, win this battle for me."

Rumble—!

The moment she finished, the silence was shattered.

It wasn't just a cheer; it was a primal roar—a collective, earth-shaking shout from thousands of lungs.

The sound hit like a physical shockwave, a surge of pure devotion that made the ground tremble and sent birds scattering in terror. Weapons and claws were thrust toward the heavens while shields were hammered against armor in a thunderous, rhythmic pulse.

The canyon walls seemed to vibrate from the sheer volume, the sound turning into a rolling storm of thunder.

These were cheers of such intensity and hunger that they felt like a celebration of what was to come.

Their victory felt fated.

It was a sound that brought Evelyn satisfaction.

This was an army that didn't just follow orders; they craved the slaughter.

"Huh? What’s going on?" Adhara appeared from the side, stunned by the Great Army’s frenzied chanting of Evelyn’s name. "That isn't normal loyalty... What did you do to them?"

"Nothing," Evelyn said, brushing her hair back as she prepared to leave. "I merely gave them some encouragement."

"Yeah, right," Adhara scoffed. "As if I’d believe that."

A short while later.

Led by Valkis, the Great Army descended into the Verrathen Canyon and began their advance.

Ambushes erupted from every side, the enemy attempting to whittle down their numbers as they moved.

It was the classic hit-and-run strategy werewolves favored when facing a superior force.

Furthermore, every enemy combatant was bolstered in strength and savagery by the nearing Blood Moon. For the lower-ranked Supernatural races, trading blows with these werewolves was becoming difficult—but Valkis’ tactical adjustments proved effective.

Whenever an ambush occurred, the frontline werewolves engaged the physically dominant attackers.

From the center of the formation, the Elves rained down arrows to suppress the assault.

Though some enemy Alphas possessed King Marks or elusive abilities, the impact of the ambushes was minimized. They lost at most a thousand soldiers while dealing heavy casualties to the enemy.

Compared to the potential losses without such preparation, this was a resounding success.

Growl—!

A werewolf pack broke and fled after their Alpha was ripped apart.

All seven survivors scrambled away on all fours, tails tucked in fear, realizing that staying meant certain death. It was particularly terrifying because the carnage was the work of just one individual.

A being that could only be an Alpha Prime.

Mavok finished tearing into the Alpha beneath him and looked up, his eyes locking onto the fleeing pack.

Blood stained his maw, his eyes gleaming with predatory joy.

He plunged a claw into the Alpha’s chest and ripped out the heart—the only part he bothered to eat during the heat of battle. As he bit into it, the warm, metallic taste of blood filled his mouth.

In response, the Blood Moon King Mark on his brow flared with a sinister light.

Swoosh—!

Mavok closed the distance to the fleeing Betas in a heartbeat.

His claws flashed, shredding them instantly, as he reveled in the spray of blood.

One Beta managed to dodge by swerving sharply.

Mavok skidded across the dirt from the sudden momentum shift, kicking up a cloud of dust.

He recovered instantly, eyes fixed on the target, and dug his claws into the earth to pivot.

With a burst of speed, he lunged at the final Beta.

Seeing the glowing red claws saturated with kingly Qi, the Beta tried to retreat, but Mavok’s grip was like iron around its leg—pinning it to the spot and killing its momentum.

Roar!

The Beta let out a desperate, defiant roar at Mavok.

But Mavok simply climbed over the creature, his claws stabbing deep into its flesh until he reached the heart, ending its life.

Just as before, he took the heart as his prize.

Looking back the way he came, he tilted his head at the sight of the approaching vanguard.

Evelyn, Adhara, and Gistella arrived at the front of the column where the path opened up.

Their faces hardened at the sight before them.

A massive, swirling wall of fog blocked the path to the main square. It was unnaturally thick—a dense vortex that looked almost solid. This barrier rose up like a living thing, specifically designed to stop the Great Army’s progress.

The three members of the Silverstar Pack moved toward the mist.

Behind them, commanders ordered the Great Army into a tactical formation to face the obstacle.

Legions stacked up, one after another.

No one needed to discuss the mist; the orders from the leaders were enough.

Yet, everyone knew instinctively that the true battle began here.

Past that wall lay the main square, the heart of the enemy's resistance. Scouts had been watching them the whole way—the enemy knew exactly how powerful the Great Army was.

Surrender would have been the logical path.

But as the captured Alpha had said, Princess Selene would not yield.

Her pride was going to cost thousands of lives.

Losing her patience, Adhara’s body erupted in violent bursts of violet fire.

She called forth her spirit—a serpent of violet flames—and gestured forward.

HISS—!

The flaming serpent blurred forward, transforming into a searing bolt of violet fire that slammed into the fog. Within seconds, the mist began to burn from the inside out, the supernatural flames devouring the grey clouds.

A sinister purple light radiated from the center of the fog bank.

Then, the flames reached their limit and exploded.

Splash—!

Adhara blew the wall of mist apart, the remnants scattering like fleeing ghosts.

Sensing a sudden flare of energy from the square, Gistella immediately moved in front of Evelyn, conjuring a blue crystalline barrier. She shifted into her Werewolf form, scales manifesting over her skin like armor.

Behind them, the Great Army braced for the clash.

A massive, synchronized clatter of armor echoed as thousands of soldiers dropped into combat stances.

They were ready for the impact.

Adhara also fully transformed, her oppressive energy flooding the area.

Her white fur, shimmering with a metallic luster, was revealed.

In a war against werewolves, she was the ultimate vanguard.

As the fog vanished completely, the opposing army finally came into view.

Evelyn’s brow furrowed immediately; she could tell this was going to be a brutal struggle.

'This is more than I planned for...'