The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1809: Rider of Anarchy

Rex positioned himself in front of an even denser shadow.

He appeared solitary. At least on the surface, though that wasn't the case.

Concealed in the twisting black vapors of the Black Rift lurked numerous shadowy forms. Shade Crawlers. Every single one waited just behind him. Vigilant. Prepared. Any creature daring to touch Rex would get ripped apart.

And at this moment, their vigilance surged beyond the usual.

This stemmed from the threat confronting them now.

"New monarch," Rex shouted into the emptiness, his eyes shining with red light. "I’ve come to bargain."

Silence greeted him.

As if absolute nothingness lay past the gloom.

Yet the System indicated differently.

Rex reached out his arm and conjured a dazzling purple glow in his palm. It crackled with violet bolts. Irresistibly alluring, it stirred the Black Rift to whirl like swirling mist around it. The enticing aroma it released spread across a ten-mile area.

Undoubtedly, all things in that span would draw toward it.

This was the Crown Embryo he'd acquired for 500 million gold.

Expensive, yet its value would prove immense.

True to form, the instant the Crown Embryo emerged, a set of enormous eyes materialized.

However, Rex's attention fixed on a different set of eyes, smaller in size.

Eyes he recognized as the White Mask's.

"Join me, and I’ll give you this," Rex declared clearly so the White Mask could catch his words. "I’m sure with this, your monarchy would be more established—and the other two Voidal Monarchs nearby wouldn’t be able to bully you."

"What... do... you... want?" the White Mask inquired in a spectral tone.

A voice that shook the soul.

"Just a bit of fun," Rex smirked wickedly. "Help me destroy an empire, and this will be yours."

Beneath the mesmerizing allure of the Crown Embryo's scent, nearly entrancing, the White Mask agreed with a nod.

As long as he obtained the Crown Embryo, nothing else held importance.

...

This was how Rex persuaded the White Mask to aid him.

Yet swaying the monarch fell short of sufficiency.

He requested the monarch to appoint him as a Voidal Prince. Wild as it seemed, he craved the power surge. Temporarily at least. The gigantic serpent protested with sharp hisses—but the White Mask struck it aside, drawing a victorious grin from Rex.

Naturally, the System might step in.

Turning into a Voidal Prince basically meant joining the White Mask’s family.

It implied forsaking his pack.

He'd already devised an alternate method to harness the White Mask’s power, but fortune smiled on him.

Finally, something favored him.

His Sable Physique passive ability, obtained by absorbing the Matter of Monarch, enabled him to take on the White Mask’s power without shifting his race to a voidal beast. Moreover, Rex could now dismiss the White Mask’s power whenever he chose.

Ideal.

Merely considering a pact with a voidal monarch bordered on madness.

And embracing its power pushed further into insanity, but Rex’s form was primed for this risky move.

...

<Notice: the Matter of Monarch has transformed into the Monarch of Savage Darkness.>

<Monarch of Savage Darkness>

All of the user’s physical stats and spiritual points are exponentially enhanced while residing within the Black Rift. The user also gained several abilities associated with summoned creatures. The summoning of savage creatures, up to one thousand creatures, which are manifestations of the user’s innate nature. Fusion with the savage creatures. And also exchange places with them.

...

Rex felt no shock at this ability.

He'd witnessed the White Mask's prowess, so he anticipated as much.

But the real surprise hit him when he sensed a faint bond with Kraken.

Evidently, Kraken originated from the White Mask.

More precisely, his mother had emerged from the White Mask.

Startling though it was, he lacked time to ponder it now.

The bodily enhancement, which at minimum doubled his might, played second to his main goal: a mental link to the monarch. The second Rex's mind touched that connection, the monarch complied. It surged upward from the abyss.

During its rising surge, half the surface world fractured, along with the structure under their feet.

Rex realized he required assistance, and the White Mask served as his ideal partner.

A Voidal Monarch, despite its cunning, remained direct.

If he possessed what the monarch desired, such an alliance could form.

Desperate crises demanded bold measures. Rex grasped this and acted decisively. However, the White Mask alone couldn't fully dismantle the empire. After all, Emperor Dominar could easily hold off the monarch and redirect the conflict.

Rex sought a mightier force.

Maybe a more potent group, and one immediately sprang to thought.

<Notice: Berserk stat is rising rapidly!>

"This is nothing personal, Your Majesty! I so happen to want to destroy your empire!" Rex bellowed from overhead, trampling the Voidal Prince like a mount. It signaled their upward dash. His tongue pressed against his cheek as drool flew from his lips. The Blood Moon started eroding his sanity, pulling him toward frenzy.

Swoosh—!

Within the serpent's gut, the White Mask pulsed with energy.

He channeled extra voidal power into his princes.

With that infusion, the serpent’s colossal frame started climbing.

It coiled upward like a draconic beast, shocking all onlookers of this horror.

Everyone froze in disbelief at the sight.

"He... He’s crazy!"

For the first time, Emperor Dominar showed raw terror. He instantly grasped Rex's scheme and summoned his utmost strength without delay. His complete Primordial Spirit force burst forth.

And the Reap and Sow Echo activated at maximum.

His power surged out, demolishing the structure and the city across a five-mile span, expanding further.

Collateral harm couldn't concern him now. He had to pursue and block Rex.

"He’s pitting us with the Skillian Divine Court!!" Emperor Dominar thundered as he soared. With a hand wave, the silver cuffs binding the nobles broke. "Stop him right now! Don’t let him reach the Sky People!"

"What?"

"Is he insane?!"

"He’s going to pit us against the Sky People?! The Gatekeepers. The Elders. That’ll be the end of us!"

This had been Rex's scheme from the start.

Dragging in the White Mask would wreak temporary havoc on the empire, not complete ruin. For total annihilation, what surpassed inciting the empire to battle its sole unbeatable foe?

Rex's gaze gleamed with disorder as his blood raced in thrill from the turmoil.

He dug his claws into the serpent, his interim sibling, while it twisted skyward with agility.

"Come on, monster brother. Make some noise! Let’s make sure the whole world knows what we’re doing!"

HISS—!

"Look alive, Devo! I’m coming in hot for you, bastard!"

...

Meanwhile, amid the crumbling structure, the disorder intensified.

Althea snatched the keys from Liliana using her mouth and broke free from her restraints.

She'd observed Rex's aura explode with ruin as he shifted to werewolf form. It seemed agonizing, but she couldn't dwell on him. Her thoughts swirled in confusion. She planted her palms on the marble ground, steadying amid the downfall.

One goal burned in her.

But first, her gaze landed on Amanir, still chained in place.

He stared back. Astonished to find her unbound.

Without much consideration, Althea flung the keys his way, then swiftly assessed the scene. Numerous nobles had reclaimed their abilities. Some overpowered Linthia, others pursued Rex.

This marked her initial glimpse of these elite nobles displaying such fear.

Shadows blocked their aid to the emperor. She knew them. Shade Crawlers.

Something unfolded overhead, but she avoided glancing up. Her head pounded from prior torment and restraint. Though captive briefly, it altered her. It shifted something within.

A heated exhale left her as rain began falling.

Not ordinary drops. But Black Rain.

Althea had no clue why the Sky People permitted Black Rain over the royal barrier, but it didn't matter. Her focus locked on a form struggling against a Shade Crawler. Drola—her mother.

Near Drola stood her husband. They faced the same peril.

Clang!

A pristine blade dropped within grasp. It was a royal knight's.

He'd been hurled through the air after Linthia, fueled by mysterious force, batted him aside.

Lightning ripped the heavens like a coiling serpent amid booming thunder.

Her ears buzzed, causing unsteadiness. Yet her resolve stood firm.

She seized the sword and lunged ahead.

Meanwhile, Amanir staggered to the Soul Crusher and grasped for April. He damned Rex for sparking this mayhem, overlooking April's presence. Still, under the glaring Blood Moon, he couldn't fault him entirely.

At least eyes now turned to him.

April remained attached to the device.

Amanir lacked knowledge on releasing her, but he'd attempt it.

"What is Rex doing?" She questioned faintly.

"You’re asking the hardest question," Amanir replied, ears tapping frantically at the machine’s clamps to ease their hold on April. Progress showed. "I would never guess what that lunatic would do. Let’s hope he didn’t go overboard for now."

With April released, the remnants of the building listed.

Deafening fractures resounded. Strong enough to drown the aerial rumbles.

"Come on, we have to get out of here!" Amanir tugged her arm, aiming to take flight.

"No, wait!" Her sight fixed on her parents. "I can’t leave yet."

...

Miles distant from the structure, just beyond the royal bubble’s edge.

A fight raged on.

Princess Davina had drawn the nobles into her ambush, reigniting the clash between sides. But their combat halted abruptly. She frowned deeply at the fracturing sky. Her eyes, now blood-red, targeted a specific beast.

She watched a serpent puncture the royal bubble’s roof effortlessly.

It ascended at breathtaking velocity.

A stream of ebony muscle challenged gravity's laws. Its armored form brimmed with vast voidal force. From the serpent’s sides, dual streams of darkness extended like reversed roots from an abyssal world-tree.

Each raced upward at extreme hypersonic pace.

Shockwaves rippled the heavens as they merged into one destructive ray of nothingness.

The ray skimmed the majestic, celestial designs of the Sky People. It spared the fragile towers and glass-like spans. Rather, it sliced beyond their sacred constructs—a dismissive evasion as it hit the upper air.

Far up, where atmosphere began, the ray detonated.

It shook the globe. Unleashing a shockwave that bore down like a gale.

From the blast site, dark clouds spewed out, spreading with frightful swiftness. They veiled the stars and daylight. Still, at the center, one gap persisted. Through it, the Blood Moon pierced. A sinister, red orb.

Black Rain commenced.

Falling shades of fluid quiet that submerged the ground below and amplified voidal essence.

Not flawless, but sufficient for an eerie void.

Princess Davina squinted at the serpent. Amid this apocalyptic scene and the fierce purple bolts crashing down, she spotted a presence. Each vivid, violet flash lit the vista in pulsing detail.

It highlighted the rider atop the serpent’s skull.

Atop the behemoth’s crest sat a form.

Human-like. A hairy fiend. An outline of feral might that thrived beneath the Blood Moon. He guided the rise not merely as a rider, but as a dominator. One claw embedded in the serpent’s flesh like clutching disorder's leash, the other flung wide.

His visage tilted toward the Blood Moon’s stare.

His lips curved in a smile of utter, joyful ruin.

His tongue dangled like a hound in pursuit.

And from his eye pits, infernal red radiance burned. Twin sparks of spite echoing the overhead Blood Moon. A crimson aura boiled from his shape. Princess Davina shook her head in resignation, "So this is why he’s not talking to me. This is irritating."