The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1827: God-Killer

Princess Davina strongly opposed Rex's desire to take such a step.

She struggled to grasp how he could even consider it.

Understanding the thoughts swirling in his head felt like peering into the depths of a vast, shadowy sea. Rex excelled in every endeavor, especially in prolonged conflicts and tactical cunning during fights.

Yet, regarding those he held dear, he consistently fell short.

He fell short in grasping the right course of action.

He kept dodging the issue. Princess Davina noticed it clearly.

The deeper her reflections went, the greater her irritation grew.

"Hating me forever?" Rex averted his gaze, dismissing the topic. "That seems too much."

"I just don’t understand," Princess Davina let out a harsh breath from her lips, fixing Rex with a look as if he were scattered fragments of a riddle. "How can someone with divine achievements like yours shy away from something so simple? In your position, most would just impose their demands without a second thought. Self-centered, sure, but expected. You’ve essentially claimed victory against the mightiest group in this world. You’ve stared down death as if it were trivial. So why fear us?"

"I’m merely one powerful figure among countless others," Rex replied with a heavy sigh. "No reason to boast about it."

"No reason to boast?" Princess Davina snorted derisively. "Not long ago, your presence surged across miles and overrode every form of energy present in this world. Surpassing vital forces and empty voids alike. Who else could achieve that? I doubt anyone here possesses such capability."

"You’re giving me too much credit." Rex avoided meeting her eyes. He simply couldn’t. "It’s no big deal."

"Are you terrified of binding yourself to me?" She pressed on at last. Her gaze intensified as she observed Rex still dodging her stare. Seizing his chin, she compelled him to face her directly. "You’re so powerful. What could I possibly do to frighten you this way? Should I shatter your heart, you could end me. If I fail to satisfy you, you could end me. If you desire it in the slightest, you could end me. What could possibly terrify you into avoiding commit—"

"Those I draw near often end up dead," Rex confessed at last. "I dread witnessing your death."

Princess Davina froze for a moment.

She peered into his deep eyes and recognized nothing but honesty there.

Though she yearned to claim full knowledge of him, she realized she didn’t. She remained unaware of his upbringing. Unaware of his origins. Unaware of the events that shaped his life prior to arriving in the Spirit Realm.

The bulk of his personal history she knew stemmed from the previous day.

Beyond that, she possessed no insights.

"I watched my parents slaughtered before my very eyes. My adoptive parents perished on my account. A woman I cherished died due to my involvement. Everyone I hold close seems to meet their end because of me," Rex pulled his chin free and stared into the distance. "All the bloodshed I’ve caused... It haunts me relentlessly. And it will persist until I achieve my ultimate goal.

"I’m just a single individual. My foes number in the legions. As a Silverstar now, you’re tied to me. But drawing even nearer... that fills me with fear," He rose to his feet and approached the ledge, gazing at the distant skyline. Viewed from behind, his frame appeared wide, yet it carried the burden of what lay ahead. "I fear what I might become if I suffer further losses."

"Who exactly are these... foes?" Princess Davina rose as well. "Who could cause you such concern?"

"You called me God-like. Perhaps there’s truth in that," Rex glanced back over his shoulder. "But it falls far short, for my adversaries surpass even that. True deities. Those vying for godhood. Entities dwelling in Chaos. How do you suppose I measure up against them?"

The response was evidently straightforward.

Compared to such entities, he amounted to little more than a grain of sand. His cries rang empty against their immense might. At present, Rex’s strength remained nowhere near sufficient to challenge them. Forming deeper bonds with Princess Davina, or anyone else, proved daunting when considering the nature of his opponents.

Similar to Ignatius, one could descend and mercilessly eliminate all he held dear.

And he’d have scant ability to prevent it.

Until his power grew adequate, forging closer ties with others seemed unwise.

Rex hoped Princess Davina would challenge his view. Despite his spoken words and physical retreat, he longed for her rebuttal. He had already embraced the idea of safeguarding those around him.

To truly shed his ingrained patterns, he required just a gentle nudge. One final encouragement to grow more daring.

To his astonishment, Princess Davina burst into laughter.

Rex’s brow furrowed as he pivoted toward her. None of his statements warranted amusement, yet she laughed heartily.

It was uncommon to witness her mirth. She appeared even more stunning with a smile, though this wasn’t the moment for levity. "What part of my words amuses you?" He inquired in a chilly voice. "This isn’t something to find humorous."

"You inquired how I believe you stack up against them," Princess Davina met his eyes directly. "And you presumed the outcome was plain. Yet I reckon they... your adversaries ought to tremble within their divine halls," She flashed a assured grin. "I’m convinced you’ll eclipse them all before long."

Her response left Rex momentarily stunned.

Anyone discovering that Gods stood as enemies would typically panic in terror.

Even Rex had felt fear upon first encountering the Lunirich Gods.

The cause was straightforward; against godly might, a mere mortal held no options. Zero.

But Princess Davina viewed it differently.

Princess Davina hesitated slightly before responding honestly, but the emerging grin on Rex’s features suggested she tread the correct route. It dawned on her then that Rex sought her contradiction. Sought her to label his behavior foolish.

Naturally, she couldn’t pinpoint the exact motive, but it held no importance.

"You’re voicing these concerns to intimidate me," She gestured casually to brush it off. Her wolf ears flattened as if in mild vexation. "But you’ve never appeared to waver in your capacity to confront them. You’ve never pondered if victory against them lies within reach. At your core, you’re certain you’ll confront them in time.

"So, what grounds exist for fear? They’re deities. Don’t you figure behaving this way might only provoke them to target those you treasure?" She drew nearer and bent forward as though sharing a secret. "Rest easy, I’ll match your pace. I hadn’t considered it earlier, but becoming a slayer of Gods carries a noble ring for me."

By now, Rex’s smile had widened to its fullest extent.

His crimson eyes gleamed brightly as the final restraint holding him back snapped entirely.

No longer must he dread the loss of loved ones. No longer must he anticipate defeat. No longer must he hold back from pursuing his desires. Moving forward, if something caught his interest, he would seize it.

If closeness to another appealed to him, he would pursue it.

What if the Gods threatened their lives? What if the agony of bereavement struck once more?

Mortality forever shadows the alive, regardless.

Thus, why hold back?

"Moreover," Princess Davina tossed her hair and folded her arms. "If you fail to stake your claim on me, another will. I remain a princess, after all. Suitors seek me out. Perhaps it’s time I entertain the Crown Prince, assuming he survives somewhere."

"None of them meet your lofty expectations—I’d wager. Only I do," He encircled Princess Davina’s waist and drew her near until their forms pressed together. "Furthermore, the instant you joined the Silverstars... you became mine."

"Oh, really?" She let out a light laugh and rested her palms on his torso. "In that case, for my dowry, I demand a weapon crafted from a God’s essence and form. As you noted, my expectations soar high, so I anticipate your thorough arrangements."

Rex chuckled, amused by stepping into her scripted exchange, "Agreed. I’ll craft it for you."

"Excellent. Then let’s seal a vow," Princess Davina stepped away and retreated a pace.

A restrained smile curved her mouth, and her eyes carried a perceptive sparkle urging Rex to play along. She lifted her gaze to the gloomy heavens and executed a subtle, regal motion with her hand, embodying a princess proclaiming an edict. "Sir Rex," She declared, her tone infused with whimsical authority. "Please adjust the ambiance. It’s woefully unsuitable for a pledge."

"As you wish, Your Highness," Rex waved his hand, summoning a globe of blood.

It brimmed with vital essence—the Blood Moon Echo ignited.

Gradually, the small lunar orb ascended and lingered right overhead, piercing the gloom.

Crimson radiance bathed them both.

Rex conjured a ceremonial outfit in black and white, mirroring the one he donned prior to his crucial assignment involving Morgana. The scarlet lunar glow transformed the attire into a tapestry of gentle creases and profound shades; the gold threading on its edges gleamed like far-off celestial bodies.

It stemmed from the System’s suggestion.

Next, he bent into a profound, ceremonial bow—the gesture flowed seamlessly and impeccably.

His posture aligned with utmost deference and accuracy as his head lowered sufficiently for the moonlight to skim the ebony strands of his hair. In this instant, he embodied a devoted knight to his selected lady.

Opposite him, Princess Davina mirrored with poise.

Her figure also shimmered and shaped into a delicate silk dress bearing the starry silver hue.

She refrained from questioning the dress’s origin.

Despite the dense crimson moonlight, her presence radiated silvery brilliance.

The elaborate material of her form-fitting dress transitioned from lustrous silver near the bodice to a deep crimson at the base, its folds twinkling like cosmic flecks. She dipped into a deep curtsy, one foot gliding backward while the gown’s layers gathered around her like a wave of blood-hued pearls.

Her back remained rigidly straight, honed by practice.

She avoided glancing downward, instead locking eyes with him—a deep commitment reflected in her gaze.

"I vow," She intoned, the moonlight accentuating her smile, "and pledge my loyalty, to stand beside you as you seize the Gods’ might and topple their thrones. Provided you satisfy my modest dowry request."

"And I pledge upon my honor as your fiancé this night," he responded, suppressing a laugh, "to serve as your guardian and blade along the route only the bold would attempt. I promise to become a God-slayer and secure your dowry, or fail utterly."

For a brief, timeless pause, they held their stances like sculpted figures.

Two effigies of refined grace hewn from darkness and sanguine illumination.

Whether wise or reckless, in this precise juncture, their bond had deepened beyond any prior point.

...

Dorn drew in a steady breath while eyeing the enormous marble entrance ahead.

Two sentinels protected the portal, among the mightiest serving the Gatekeepers and Council.

He now wore the official garb of the Lava Gatekeeper: a fitted attire of dark fabric accented with fiery orange. A lengthy band of vivid silk, resembling flowing lava, encircled his midsection, diagonally traversed his chest, and draped elegantly along his left flank.

Every element of the outfit radiated intense warmth and authority.

As a senior Gatekeeper, his reputation preceded him, particularly for his unflappable demeanor.

Yet at this juncture, fissures appeared in his impassive facade.

Fissures that the pair of motionless guards detected.

Given the current circumstances, however, the duo felt no astonishment.

Presently, accompanied by a low, rumbling creak, the grand portal began to part. Without delay, the two guards acted in flawless harmony, shoving against the immense barriers. Dorn adjusted his stance rigidly, placing one arm across his abdomen in a formal manner. A fierce, dazzling glow seeped through the expanding slit, enveloping them all.

With the entrance fully ajar, he advanced within and confronted the full assembly of the Sky People’s council.