The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1808: Perfectly Like Him

Aooouu—!

A howl echoed loudly just as Emperor Dominar spun around.

Rex's words left him puzzled, yet they ignited a heavy dread deep in his gut.

It felt like he'd overlooked something crucial.

As though a massive event loomed on the horizon.

"The Reap and Sow Echo holds the power to manifest countless phenomena," Emperor Dominar declared, his tone sharp and biting. "Not a single noise can breach the unseen barrier I've erected. Even the disloyal Althea at your side couldn't catch your howl. What scheme do you imagine pulling off? Who would possibly heed your summons?"

Rex faced overwhelming disadvantages.

He was vastly inferior in strength to Emperor Dominar, trapped under heavy suppression, and right in the enemy's core domain. Even with ten versions of himself present, escape remained impossible. His fate seemed sealed.

Yet impossibility merely serves as an excuse from the feeble for what lies beyond their vision.

A sly smile formed on Rex's lips as his howl ceased.

"How many ages have passed since you last occupied your plush throne?" he questioned, fixing his savage gaze on the emperor, who usually exuded divine serenity. Now, faint worry etched across his features. "When was the last time you stained your hands in a genuine fight to the death? How long have you believed you hold rightful claim over the lives surrounding you?"

Emperor Dominar offered no reply.

In truth, Rex required no response to realize it had been countless eras.

As one of the mightiest beings in this world, clashes with peers were scarce for him.

"Your instincts have grown numb," Rex's smile widened across his face—like a wicked crescent moon. Sinister. "My howl isn't the sole method I have to bring ruin upon your empire."

Emperor Dominar's eyebrows furrowed deeper.

Rumble...

The entire area started to quiver.

Nobles staggered unsteadily. Servants tripped and plunged into the flowing stream. Utensils crashed and broke. Even the crabapple branches could no longer hold steady, their leaves cascading over the Milky Garden like a downpour. It resembled the apocalypse.

Given the multiple layers of restraint encircling Rex's form, this development stunned everyone present.

He was unable to circulate his power at all, yet the surroundings quaked in response.

Suddenly, Emperor Dominar noticed a dark shimmer twisting away from Rex's restrained figure.

Those were threads of voidal energy.

No one possessed the ability to command voidal energy. And even if they did, the version emerging from Rex surpassed the purity of what the Voidal Princes wielded. A fiery violet emblem, resembling intertwined serpents, revealed itself on Rex's chest, visible even through the enclosing shell.

"I'm inferior to you in power," Rex proclaimed, drawing Emperor Dominar's focus amid the turmoil. "I can't inflict harm on you, and that's undeniable. I accept that truth. But doesn't it follow that I just had to locate someone who could?"

"You—?!" Emperor Dominar's pulse raced momentarily.

A wave of dark glee surged through Rex as he interpreted the emperor's expression. He claims execution lacks personal motive. He dictated the rules: no boundaries, no limits. Under those terms, wiping out the empire entirely became the obvious escalation.

"Empress Morgana introduced me to him," Rex went on. "This owes everything to her."

"You struck a bargain with a mona—?!

Swoosh—!

Emperor Dominar lunged toward Rex, but the moment had already slipped away.

Right at the rooftop's core, amid the throng of nobles, a shadow pool separated from the stone tiles, twisting upward into a swift whirl of otherworldly force. The more powerful nobles detected it, their bodies tensing for combat, only to face the harsh reality of their powerlessness once more.

The silver cuffs on their wrists buzzed with restraining force.

A seal that solely Emperor Dominar had the means to lift.

Consequently, their reactions came too late.

Linthia's shadowy silhouette arose from the swirling mass. Her shining obsidian gaze, infused with forbidden might, mirrored the Blood Moon overhead as she unleashed a piercing wail. A devastating sonic blast ripped through the rooftop, rupturing the nobles' eardrums.

Blood trickled from their ears.

Only the royal knights and Emperor Dominar escaped the worst of it.

They lacked the silver bracelets, allowing them to shield themselves.

Still, the wail disoriented them briefly for several moments.

Amid the disorder, Liliana, squinting with a single eye, spotted a nearby royal knight holding the keys.

She knocked the royal knight off balance and snatched the keys before darting to the captives.

Her ears buzzed incessantly. Incoming sounds were dulled, accompanied by stabbing agony that made her wince. Driven purely by determination, she pushed through the torment and staggered toward Althea. Yet mere steps from her goal, the ground split open.

Liliana struggled to stay upright, but the surface gave way beneath her.

At the last instant, she hurled the keys toward the tower.

Emperor Dominar regained his composure first after the banshee wail. His ethereal form ignited with a green flash that negated any debilitating influence. Grace vanished from his actions now.

Replaced by desperate haste as he lifted his eyes once more.

His reactions proved swift.

Quicker than any Rex had witnessed, save for werewolves.

Swoosh—!

His flowing hair lashed out, transforming into a tempest of natural wrath, aiming to ensnare and slay Rex immediately. A violet barrier intercepted the strike. This compelled Emperor Dominar to clench his jaw. The ploy had blindsided him utterly.

That blow could eliminate a Divine Spirit rank instantly, yet it bounced away effortlessly.

Rex let out a joyful howl, mocking the emperor with laughter. Duke Lorcan and the recovering nobles halted, staring at the horrifying display of Rex's authentic shape. A beast defying comprehension, radiating an unending crimson aura.

Those familiar with his previous transformation observed a shift.

His earlier form had been intimidating enough. This time, it reached unprecedented intensity.

Liquid black fur with a glossy sheen burst from his flesh, forming an animated suit of armor. The facial bones cracked and reshaped with moist snaps, creating a prolonged, savage muzzle. His frame, previously just over six feet, expanded fiercely, tearing the cocoon apart to reveal a ten-foot behemoth of raw sinew and darkness.

Arcing horns pierced through his skull, a trait solely his own.

Rex tensed his limbs and shattered the cocoon entirely.

Every spear that pierced him splintered into worthless fragments, falling like withered foliage. Although the pink bloom intensified its siphoning grip, it proved irrelevant. Under the full moon, under the Blood Moon, his strength surged like an ocean swell; the drain was akin to a bird sipping from a storm.

<Notice: the Blood Moon Blessing has arrived!>

<Blood Eclipse skill has been bestowed upon the user!>

<Please choose one energy to eclipse!>

<Affirmative!>

Rex's eyes flashed with lethal purpose. A red vapor coiled from his nostrils on the outbreath.

Then, drawing a profound breath, his majestic bellow resounded.

Roar—!

Crack—!

Like an EMP surge shutting down all devices, the roar's shockwave stripped vital energy from everyone nearby. All life energy within the vicinity got eclipsed, making it inert for the time being.

Emperor Dominar fell victim to it as well.

Nevertheless, the empire's reserves ran deep.

Confronting an occurrence from a divine being, he managed to hold firm.

An unseen pale-green coronet of thorny vines and twelve jagged points materialized above Emperor Dominar's brow, its glow countering the Blood Eclipse skill and restoring his access to life energy. Even in this dire circumstance, his thoughts stayed composed.

He swiftly invoked the Reap and Sow Echo to strike at Rex anew.

But the earth beneath Rex gave way abruptly.

Rather than dropping, he launched skyward, and the whipping force from the Reap and Sow Echo collided with tough hide. Emperor Dominar glanced upward and beheld an enormous dark snake. Voidal energy danced along its scales, shielding it from the Reap and Sow Echo—and the glow from the Citadel-class Obelisk of Life.

A Voidal Prince.

Such an entity ought to be crushed for breaching the royal domain, yet it endured.

Rex had orchestrated this. And he was ready.

"Allow me to introduce my fresh allies," Rex gazed down upon the emperor and nobles as if a deity overlooking mortals. He perched on the snarling serpent's crown, and astonishment marked the nobles' expressions. Aligning with the emerging Voidal Monarch—the White Mask—marked him as deranged. "I figure a Voidal Monarch possesses ample might to challenge you, Your Majesty."

Even after the unveiling, the turmoil persisted.

Linthia parried the unending assaults from the royal knights.

It formed an unyielding, synchronized onslaught that nullified her defenses.

She channeled the core of the Well of the Untold at present.

In this condition, which she termed the Drifting Nymph state, she merged with the well's essence. Beyond amplified power, she tapped into its bizarre authority. Yet this marked her initial attempt, leaving her disoriented at most.

Lacking life energy, the royal knights remained daunting adversaries. Expertly drilled and unified.

Linthia weaved through the space, trailing vapor as she evaded strike after strike.

Her Soul Artifact, twin shadowy fairy wings, pulsed with the foreign essence within her.

A sword flashed and slashed downward—nicking her cheek as she dodged. She tumbled onto the stone surface, somersaulting until she crashed against the balustrade. Her eyelids shut tight. Her concentration fixed entirely on her wings.

Within moments, three royal knights loomed over her.

They gripped longswords slicked with a viscous toxin.

As the whistling of slicing air reached Linthia's ears, and the trio's blade points brushed her forehead, her eyes snapped wide. Her wings surged with energy in a instinctive burst, and she disappeared from the fatal spot in an instant.

No, not disappeared. Rather, she shifted to an intangible state.

Behind her position, the blades smashed into the stone with a thunderous, clanging impact.

Linthia's shape dissolved into swirling dark mist.

Her physique became a mere orb of obscurity, darting faster than sight could follow.

She barreled toward the nearest royal knight, who gaped at her evasion, and passed through his plating and flesh like a specter. The exotic force locked the royal knight's frame, but without halting, Linthia pierced the remaining two.

All three stood immobilized, as if time halted.

Linthia reverted to her solid form, and with metallic clatters, the three royal knights dropped to their knees. Jet-black essence poured from their armor's gaps like a flood. It surged uncontrollably, overwhelming them internally.

None perished.

In spite of her heritage, she lacked the potency to dispatch them outright.

But the trio was effectively sidelined.

Linthia lifted her sight to the scene unfolding, her gaze alight with awe and intense loyalty.

"Ah, so that's his location," she whispered, fixated on the unbelievable view: Rex positioned on the Voidal Prince's head like a victor claiming a vanquished realm. It exceeded her boldest expectations. "Utterly mad... yet utterly him. But by Mother Nature, how did he forge an alliance with a Voidal Monarch?"

The surprise assault deviated from his strategy; that much was clear.

Regardless, Linthia trusted Rex to extricate himself from peril, come what may.

And her faith proved justified.

Yet she couldn't resist pondering. ’What move comes next? How will he dismantle the empire?’ A thrilled grin spread across her lips. ’Just imagining it stirs me up.’