The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1812: Feeding Ground (1)

The meteor slammed straight into the Sky City.

It burst open in a halo of hushed, white radiance, another sun igniting amid the blackness. The roar followed just a moment after, like the fiercest thunderclap, as though the entire world split in half. Without question, every being across the Solmara Continent had to sense that tremor.

No question about it.

The earth shuddered violently. Peaks turned to dust. In far-off hamlets, dishes cracked against tabletops.

The meteor's impact rippled through every corner of the continent.

Even the legendary dome of Sky City—renowned as unbreakable throughout the domain, tougher than a fortress-level Obelisk of Life—endured for barely a moment. It crumbled like brittle crystal. Then the blast of raw energy surged forth.

It leveled the shining marble docks. It erased towering crystal pillars inscribed with ages-old tales. Countless eras of heritage, rule, and hubris vanished from the heavens in one swift blink. Nothing in the city could hinder its path even slightly.

No safeguard managed to offer any true resistance to the meteor.

From the ravaged soil below, amid the sparkling wreckage blending into the Black Rain, Emperor Dominar stared at the devastation in terror. His gaze captured the events sharply, yet his thoughts rejected the reality. The timeless Sky City, the invincible core of his realm for endless ages, had simply... vanished.

Shattered. Ruined. Engulfed by a swelling fiery cloud that consumed the heavens.

All that lingered was the glaring Blood Moon, delighting in the bloodshed of this night.

Not even the Divine Saintess would dare such a feat.

Hell, a being of this magnitude shouldn't align with anyone like Rex.

It required the whole continent centuries to persuade the Divine Saintess to join their cause, but after just a month in the Spirit Realm, Rex had secured an ally equal to her, perhaps surpassing her. Emperor Dominar refused to accept this truth.

And in that instant, a cold realization struck him that he could no longer ignore.

He had sealed the fate of his empire.

A mile distant, Rex hauled himself from the pit, laughing wildly like a lunatic.

"Fucking hell, System. You want me to beat... that?" He muttered out loud, chuckling at the absurd strength required to climb the Scion ladder—and approach Invincibility. "He basically nuked the Sky City from afar, and the realm’s will couldn’t even stop him."

Though shocking, Rex deemed it appropriate.

Ignatius called Kaiser a simple God, so such might seemed typical.

As wild as this display was, it suited the situation.

"Hope he didn’t kill all of them, or else that’d defeat the point." Rex rose to his feet, rolling his neck while fractured bones and injuries mended swiftly. He glanced sideways. The serpent was also mending from its crash into the ground by the blast. "Devo have to be fine, too."

Rex had specifically requested Ignatius to disable the Sky City’s barriers and render the Sky People helpless.

He held no desire to obliterate the Sky City. And that meteor struck him as overkill.

Rex vaulted onto the serpent’s head once more.

It hissed in objection. Even bucked wildly to shake Rex off, but he clung tight.

"Climb back up again, we still have to feast!" Rex bellowed and dug his claws into the serpent’s scalp, compelling it to soar upward anew. As they ascended, he gained a clearer view of the destruction and couldn’t resist shaking his head.

All Sky Paladins lay scattered across the terrain. Most bore mangled forms, scorched, and warped beyond nature.

Of course, his black wolves shared the same fate. Dead.

The royal bubble persisted. Surprising, yet it did. Now it formed a delicate orb of lingering essence. Within, chaos reigned, ravaged by Emperor Dominar’s unchecked might rather than the remnants of Ignatius’ strike.

Beyond its edge, the world lay in ruins.

The terrain bore deep scars, essentially unformed. Vast cracks across the continent leaked streams of liquid rock, and timeless woods had become plains of cinders—and fused sand. Every habitat for a thousand miles vanished in one earth-shaking instant.

Even the Black Rift appeared narrower. Ignatius’ force defied comprehension.

Rex might usually feel a twinge of guilt.

Many folks beyond were harmless bystanders uninvolved in this conflict, but the overwhelming fury and raw urge to shed blood overwhelmed his thoughts, leaving only thrill. He called forth the Blood Moon Echo.

His Spiritual Veins pulsed just from invoking it.

Not due to frailty or fatigue, but from the atmosphere saturated with Ignatius’ essence.

Likely how Ignatius ensured the Sky People stayed subdued.

At least the survivors.

Rex conjured a wolf of pitch darkness. It marked the final one he could muster; the others perished. It plunged down, a quick shadow against the marred ground, and came back bearing the empire’s standard gripped in its jaws. The flag remained in decent shape.

Most lay burned or snapped, but this one endured whole.

He seized it and pressed onward in ascent.

Merely minutes prior, this sky segment brimmed with paladins and the radiant barriers of Sky City. Now, only gusts, haze, and quiet prevailed. The path cleared easily until Rex neared the Sky City.

As anticipated, despite the wreckage, upright stones and figures hinted at the city’s former majesty and celestial splendor. The Blood Moon bathed all in red, yet these strewn marble towers gleamed undimmed.

Even after the core blast, some stones defied ruin.

Rex dropped from the serpent.

His landing boomed heavily from his current massive size.

Maybe the Blood Moon swelled him beyond usual, or perhaps embracing his werewolf nature caused it. Regardless, such details barely registered with Rex now. Instead, he relished towering over surroundings at this stature.

Rex inhaled deeply. Then breathed out through his jaws.

"Haah... I love the smell of blood." His mouth twisted into a grin. The aroma of enchanted blooms and cream wafted around. He shifted toward an injured paladin, slumped on the pavement. One limb lay shattered. "And fear."

Fear dominated the vicinity. It signaled many survivors lingered.

Good.

<Notice: the suppression from Ignatius will last twenty minutes.>

Rex eyed the alert and shrugged. Although fifteen minutes wasn’t much, it sufficed to accomplish his goals and beyond. He could likely wipe out everyone nearby in a single minute. This worked perfectly.

He faced the serpent, lifted a single finger, and hesitated.

"Havoc," Rex uttered with a wicked smile. "Have as much fun in this place. You guys got east and south."

In kind, the serpent bared its teeth and slithered off at once, smashing and toppling obstacles in its path. Voidal Monsters gained power by consuming vital forces. The essences in Sky City resembled top-grade fare.

Neither the serpent nor the White Mask would squander this chance.

Rex, meanwhile, bounded to the nearest lofty summit.

He touched down on the gilded vault at a slant and gripped the slender pinnacle. Beneath the overcast heavens, the dark downpour, and sporadic violet bolts—that boomed with thunder—he resembled death incarnate, surveying the hunting grounds.

Above all, Rex thrust the empire’s banner into the slender pinnacle.

Now, the flag fluttered dominantly.

A victor’s emblem that would surely intensify the grudge against the Sky People.

True to its title, Sky City hovered as a settlement in the clouds.

It drifted aloft and typically concealed by mists.

From this elevated perch, the city sprawled endlessly into view.

And the vital essence here surged at least fivefold beyond even the royal bubble. The gap proved staggeringly vast. Under normal circumstances, locating anyone in this enormous expanse would prove tough. But Rex possessed the System.

With a single order, a blue holographic sweep covered the whole city.

Before the scan completed, a mission appeared.

...<Sudden Quest!>Objective: A Tribute for the Highseat of Invincibility.Description: A newly crowned emperor needed a crowning achievement to earn the trust of the people. It’s the same for Scions. Mark the Sky City with the Invincibility Symbol!Time Limit: 19 minutes 45 seconds.Reward: Will be calculated depending on the user’s performance.Penalty: -...

Rex scanned the quest and then checked the Invincibility Symbol guide on a separate display. He hadn’t intended to pursue Scion matters, but this task appealed to him. Made possible by Ignatius, so why refuse?

"I can already tell," He grinned. "Tonight is going to be a good night."

Shortly after.

A squad of about two dozen Sun Paladins combed the deserted avenues. They tracked the cries and disturbances. As guardians of Sky City, the citizens required their aid now more than ever.

Approaching a crossroads, the squad stopped short.

Folks surged from the right, yelling and fleeing in panic.

Despite its fame, Sky City housed not just fighters. Civilians born aloft resided here too, dwelling in the heights. For millennia, none had tasted the dread that surface Spirits endured.

But tonight changed that.

Swoosh—!

A blade whirled through the sky with a fierce gust.

It sliced across seven forms in one impossible arc. A flawless pattern of slaughter. Its force halted only as the axe blade lodged with a damp snap into the rear of an eighth man’s cranium savagely.

All gazes fixed on the tool.

A single-handed axe, now coated in glossy, new red.

Even as it lodged there, it quivered and radiated a tangible thirst for blood, as if the metal breathed and craved further gore. Crimson soaked the pavement. And with a quiver, the liquid streamed rightward like iron drawn by a mighty lodestone.

The Sun Paladins formed ranks, clanging their metal barriers as one.

Trained as defenders, they invoked a special acquirable Spirit Genesis to form a semicircle of golden light.

"Run to us!" One bellowed.

Like prey pursued by a predator, the crowd pivoted and dashed toward the Sun Paladins. Their frames passed through the semicircle of light, entering refuge. The injured who couldn’t flee pleaded for rescue.

None budged from position.

Aiding the hurt required disrupting the line. And that gamble they dared not take.

"Steady!" The order sliced the stifling hush.

It issued from a bareheaded Sun Paladin. His golden locks clung damp with perspiration—and a single amber eye blazed with intense fire. The meteor’s havoc had decimated their forces utterly. He held no captain rank, yet he mustered these Sun Paladins to resist the invader.

He noted the stark terror in his comrades.

He observed their frames shaking so fiercely that shields—and lances clattered in a jarring metallic din. Yet he couldn’t fault them. Following the catastrophe, fear gripped him too. "We hold this line! Buy time for the higher legions, or we all die here!"

None knew the invader’s appearance.

But upon his arrival, dread plunged their hearts into abyss.

Rex stepped from the bend, strolling leisurely as if on a casual walk. He towed a decapitated body. The crimson smear it trailed instilled horror in their souls. Chunks of meat and gore also stained his muzzle.

And his ebony fur clung sticky with blood. A richer tone now.

He spared no look at the Sun Paladins’ array.

Rather, his stare locked on a sobbing figure on the ground, inching backward.

Rex yanked the Maw of Oblivion loose with a soggy, grinding tug. Before the figure could flee, he stomped a paw on his back, trapping him flat. Then he grabbed the man’s neckline—hauled him up slightly, and clamped his jaws.

His teeth pierced bone.

The cranium splintered like earthenware, and the head tore free in one ruthless yank.