The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1786: The Cowardly Way

Rise and ignite like a burst of fireworks.

A fierce young werewolf—one who had only recently strayed from his ancestral pack to forge his own—flared and faded like a firework. While abandoning the safety of one's family is a daunting trial, there are those who crave the moment of their departure with every fiber of their being.

Combat. A trial of might. Bloodline.

These elements mold the spirit of a young werewolf, and from that forge, confidence is born.

However, confidence for a werewolf differs from that of any other creature.

It provides more than just a feeling of dominance; it grants a savage, unnatural power to remain unyielding regardless of the odds, fueled by an insatiable bloodlust.

A searing, predatory rage follows in its wake.

Many gifted youths fail to realize that, despite their potential, they lack years.

When measured against those with centuries or even a millennium of a head start, raw talent withers before the weight of experience and sagacity. Mastering one's temper and selecting foes that provide growth are the most vital lessons a young werewolf must grasp before wandering into the wild.

After all, to leave the Den is to become the hunted.

Ruthless Alphas, Betas, or Omegas would gladly target them to bolster or reclaim their own strength.

Much like those who had challenged her previously, Laynkard assumed Adhara followed this same pattern.

Her words had certainly improved his opinion of her, yet she still appeared to suffer from the recklessness of youth.

Facing him... a warrior who had lived thousands of years longer than she had—she ought to have stayed low and waited for a perfect opening. By issuing a direct challenge, she had clearly surrendered to the burning arrogance within her.

It had not been long since Laynkard’s awakening.

From Princess Selene, he had been briefed on the infamous Silverstar Pack.

To be honest, he was well-versed in the history of their Alpha, Rex Silverstar.

A young but battle-hardened werewolf who had faced and toppled unimaginable adversaries.

Despite his age, his prowess was beyond question.

Yet, aside from the Alpha, the other members of the pack were... unproven.

Laynkard recognized he was up against the Female Alpha; her very presence was a warning—one that left no room for error. She was the one who inherited the Anti-Werewolf bloodline. However, her fame was rooted in her ancestry rather than documented victories.

From the beginning, he was skeptical of the true depth of her power.

That skepticism was shattered in a heartbeat.

Swoosh—!

With a fluid motion that showed zero hesitation, Adhara ducked under Laynkard’s sweeping talons and surged forward. She delivered a powerful kick to Laynkard’s back, using the momentum to propel herself toward Olarim, who stood just a few paces behind.

A thrill-seeking grin stretched across Olarim's face.

Like Laynkard, he was a recently awakened ancient, and a high-stakes conflict like this made his blood sing.

A rapid succession of claw swipes rained down on Adhara.

She evaded them with incredible reflexes and focus, analyzing the rhythm of the strikes and identifying a vulnerability within a second. Violet flames erupted from her skin, creating a shroud that blinded Olarim’s vision.

Perhaps she would slide to the flank, go for his legs, or retreat to prepare a heavy strike.

Olarim felt he could already anticipate her next move.

But every one of his assumptions was incorrect.

Adhara did not pivot; she maintained her trajectory and charged directly through the violet fire.

Two of her fingers were pressed tightly together.

She lunged at the startled Olarim, striking precisely at the Ice and Moon King Mark.

A fierce surge of her Qi invaded the King Mark, inflicting massive internal trauma—a strike that turned Olarim’s excitement into pure rage instantly. While the King Mark was a symbol of authority, it was also a glaring weak point.

Adhara exploited that flaw with lethal efficiency.

Growl—!

A pained snarl ripped from Olarim’s throat as agony surged through his frame.

His kingly Qi began to leak out haphazardly.

Realizing he had dangerously underestimated Adhara, he swung his arm with renewed speed and ferocity. Having only just opened his eyes to this new age—the last thing he intended was to be sent back to the grave so soon.

Adhara slipped past the blow and vaulted over his head.

Landing behind Olarim, she struck backward with a blind, sweeping motion.

Her glowing silver claws tore into Olarim’s neck, slicing through thick fur and hide with ease. Every fiber in her arm tightened, focusing the strength required for her claws to bite deep.

With the sickening sound of a porcelain doll’s head being snapped from its torso, Adhara tore away the snarling head of Olarim of the Night’s Triarchy.

The entire execution happened in the brief moment it took Laynkard to turn his head.

Blood traced crimson arcs through the air.

Every witness to the duel, from the rebel ranks to the Great Army, froze as their eyes locked onto Olarim’s decapitated head spinning through the sky. For a heartbeat, time stood still.

No one could believe what they were seeing.

This shock extended to Evelyn and Gistella, who had been watching with bated breath.

Only when Adhara snatched Olarim’s head out of the air with her bare hand did the world seem to start moving again.

A collective gasp of disbelief echoed across the field.

The Night’s Triarch represented the pinnacle of the royal guard; except for Laynkard, Olarim had held his rank for centuries. Many even ranked his power among the lower-middle tier of the Alpha Primes.

When Adhara had initially agreed to a two-on-one duel, the reaction had been one of outrage.

Most of the enemy soldiers had sneered at her arrogance—viewing her challenge as a death wish. Meanwhile, the soldiers of the Great Army watched with grim expressions, terrified by the risk she was taking.

To them, this gamble seemed far too reckless.

They would have preferred Mavok or another veteran leader to take the stage.

It wasn't that they doubted her strength, but the consequences of her falling in battle would be devastating.

But now, the logic behind Adhara’s decision was clear to everyone.

Adhara had allowed two opponents because, to her, the numbers were irrelevant.

As she had just demonstrated, the duel was back to a one-on-one within seconds after she made short work of Olarim. A legendary and seasoned warrior had been slaughtered in a flash, before the spectators could even take another breath.

Blood poured like a crimson stream as Adhara thrust Olarim’s head into the air.

Her gaze swept across the enemy lines before settling on Princess Selene on the balcony.

This was the first casualty of the final war.

Adhara had made a definitive statement by executing one of their elite.

"She ended him in an instant..." Gistella whispered, stunned. "Just how powerful has she become?"

Having faith in Adhara was one thing—but watching her dominate the battlefield as if it were child's play was something else entirely. Gistella had been prepared to intervene if Adhara struggled, but who would have guessed it was the enemy who needed help?

"Significantly stronger, it appears," Evelyn noted, her eyes narrowing as she studied Adhara’s fur.

The fur around Adhara's neck now carried a violet hue, matching the shade of her flames.

She was utilizing a technique or spell that vastly enhanced her physical power and reaction speed.

Evelyn wasn't sure of the origin of this power, but it had to be a recent acquisition.

Likely gained during her clash with Sven, the bastard son of the Origin.

‘It seems even I didn't give you enough credit, Adhara,’ Evelyn thought, realizing she could rely on her friend more than ever. She then glanced up at Princess Selene, who appeared equally shaken.

Even at this distance, Evelyn could sense the Princess's internal turmoil.

One of her most loyal guardians had been killed in the blink of an eye.

It was a disastrous start to the engagement.

‘Adhara has completely unsettled her,’ Evelyn noted with satisfaction.

Yet, a flicker of worry remained that this might drive Princess Selene to do something desperate and foolish. A move that could endanger everyone, not just the Great Army.

After all, a beast backed into a corner is the most lethal.

"HAHAHK!" Laynkard’s eyes danced with a wild fervor, realizing Adhara was no mere flash in the pan. She was a true warrior, and he was eager to push her to her limits. "You are truly something else! I thank the full moon for this fight!"

Just as Laynkard prepared to lunge at Adhara.

Just as he was about to continue the duel that set his ancient blood on fire.

A piercing, authoritative growl thundered through the canyon.

"Slaughter them all!!"

The order sliced through the air like a blade.

It rang out over the frozen battlefield—where every eye had been glued to the clash between the two armies—on Adhara and Laynkard, who were poised to strike. Both combatants froze at the sound of the command.

A heavy, profound silence fell over the area, more suffocating than any noise.

It was the stillness of a world waiting for the hammer to fall.

Every head, both human and supernatural, turned toward the source of the voice.

Princess Selene stood at the balcony's edge, her arm still extended from a wide gesture, her face a mask of pure fury. Despite their pact to settle things through the duel, she had chosen to end the pretense.

Her command had shattered the agreement.

For a single heartbeat, the war hung in a delicate, terrifying balance.

Evelyn, the Alpha Primes, and the commanders all registered the betrayal of the plan.

In the following second, the dark reality set in.

Princess Selene had reneged on her word.

ROAR—!

On the rebel side, the lead Alpha Prime broke the silence with a deafening roar. He threw his head back, letting out a sound that wasn't just anger, but a signal that broke the dam.

Since the princess had given the word, the war was back on.

The rebel forces charged, making the earth tremble beneath them.

From the Great Army’s side, Mavok’s answering roar erupted a moment later.

It was the call that snapped everyone back to reality, signaling that there was no turning back.

What followed was absolute, destructive chaos.

The two armies crashed together like opposing tides.

They collided not with careful tactics, but with a violent release of long-held hatred. The air was filled with the sound of steel on bone, claws on shields, and the screams of warriors fighting for their future.

The ground, once dry and firm, became slick and dark in moments.

Shamans from both factions hovered above, casting powerful buffs into the thick of the fight.

War Spells rippled through the lines—pushing soldiers beyond their natural capacities and turning up the heat of the battle. Light fractured into a kaleidoscope of colors against the bleak backdrop of the canyon.

Boom—!

Splash!

At the bloody front lines, werewolves and orcs clashed in a mess of muscle and bone.

Dwarven steel rang against toughened hides, while Tigermen moved like blurs, utilizing their deadly martial arts. Above the fray, a lethal rain of elven arrows fell in constant volleys, seeking any opening to claim another life.

At the rear of the Great Army, an elven commander signaled with a sharp downward motion.

Another elf, positioned at the outer stone perimeter, caught the sign.

He knelt and gave a nod to four figures who had been standing perfectly still.

They all placed their hands on a circular runic array.

The formation flared to life.

An emerald glow, as deep as ancient woods, raced through the lines on the canyon rim. The air vibrated with pent-up power. From concealed spots along the cliffs, massive bolts—each as thick as a man's leg—were fired into the sky.

They soared upward, glowing with green energy, hovered for a split second at their peak, and then plummeted.

Like falling stars guided by a collective will, they tracked their targets automatically.

They curved with deadly precision toward the center of the rebel charge.

Evelyn watched the scene with burning rage, "Princess Selene, you coward!"