The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1836: Encountering the Infamous

With a final flap of her wings, Morgana touched down on the even ground.

She steadied herself with one hand and a knee, but froze at a brief flash of someone while landing. ’I must have imagined it. Yes, that’s surely it,’ Gradually, she lifted her eyes, assuming it was merely her anxiety.

But no, it wasn’t.

A figure stood there, arms folded.

His stance. His overwhelming presence. His unyielding form. All of it brought back memories of the one who drove her to this point. The stubborn survivor who achieved the unachievable. The very last individual Morgana wished to encounter at this moment.

’H-How on earth did he track me down?!’

Before taking any action, she had reinforced the whole swamp to its utmost capacity.

Some would even call it excessive caution from her.

Nevertheless, this guy somehow slipped past the defenses without a trace and located her hideout.

Morgana longed to flee as far as she could, yet her limbs wouldn’t obey. Terror gripped her entirely, pinning her in place. Merely his aura sufficed to reduce her from a ruler to an invalid.

“You’ve been quite active,” Rex remarked, eyeing the cavern across the way. “Just like a rodent would.”

He observed the shimmering, light-blue barrier of energy shielding the cave entrance.

Its power flowed into the central point, beginning to tear through the dimensional barrier. A subtle foreign essence seeped from beyond this energy shield. Barely perceptible—yet impossible to ignore.

Rex didn’t require the System’s input to recognize this as a gateway linked to a different world.

If forced to speculate, it connected to the Mortal Realm.

Etched around the cave opening were countless symbols. Ancient runes. Several seemed recognizable to Rex, confirming the link to the Mortal Realm even further. He brushed the ancient runes and felt a pleased surprise from the scan results.

<Notice: It’s a technique for traversing realms akin to the Spirit Conversion approach, known as the Light Tunnel method. It enables forming a single-use passage to access another realm. It’s typically much more secure thanks to its steadiness>

“A gateway,” Rex admitted with mild admiration.

Even the effort to construct a portal by herself deserved recognition.

An endeavor Rex hadn’t anticipated from Morgana.

Still, facing death, it made sense for her to resort to extreme measures.

Rex glanced back and spotted her kneeling. She appeared utterly stunned. Unblinking. Eyes locked on him as if beholding a specter that shouldn’t exist here.

He pivoted to confront her directly.

“Indeed,” A light laugh slipped from him. “I should praise you for setting those snares against me. Fine job. Truly. You invested plenty of planning. Any Divine Spirit ranker would perish swiftly if they blundered into the marsh without care.”

Morgana heard every bit.

He spoke sincerely, and that only deepened her dread.

Despite her frenzied preparations, they failed to halt Rex.

“I possess a sharp awareness of potential dangers, so predictable ambushes won’t succeed,” Rex clarified with a casual lift of his shoulders. “Plus, my sense of smell distinguishes one aroma amid a million. Your following error was hauling that...”

Rex gestured toward the side, where a hallowed remains rested forgotten on the soil.

It belonged to the Angel Origin; the First Light.

The encounter with Dorn in the Tomb of Heroes wasn’t coincidental, but intentional.

“Sooner or later, I’d locate you,” Rex declared confidently in his voice—as though no action of hers could evade him. “You’re too clever to endanger carrying the remains openly, so I figured you needed him along. That’s precisely why you can’t evade me.”

“Leave me be!” Morgana lunged forward.

She aimed to end Rex for good, but a forceful knee slammed into her gut.

Spit sprayed from her lips as her form doubled over instinctively.

“Your level surpasses mine, no doubt,” Rex murmured near her ear. He seemed entertained by her vulnerability in this predicament. “Yet you borrowed Kaiser’s strength for that ambush on me.”

Slash—!

Rex’s talons slashed across the rear of her knees, cutting the tendons and compelling her to drop to her knees.

“Your inner power is disrupted now—on account of that,” He went on, pacing around her with measured strides. “You’re scarcely stronger than a Divine Spirit at present. A shadow of your usual might, particularly sans your empress title.”

Morgana let out a quiet sob.

She attempted to rise once more, but her legs wouldn’t extend.

Besides, Rex’s knee had hit a crucial spot in her Spiritual Veins, disrupting her vital essence.

Rex positioned himself in front of Morgana and gazed down at her petite figure.

“Isn’t it ironic?” He hissed bitterly. “That I’m the one towering over you now.”

“Do you believe you can conquer the whole world? How bold can you get?” Morgana managed a laugh—forcing it out amid her pained grimace. “You’ve enraged the Gods. Antagonized the Sky People. And soon, you’ll cross my master too. Think you’ll last until the finish?

“Types like you... Their dominance never endures because of this very flaw,” Her blood-smeared lips twisted more wickedly. “Dazzling ascents belong only to those fated for dramatic downfalls. You’ll discover that shortly.”

“Maybe so,” Rex didn’t dispute it.

Her prophecy might indeed unfold, but it no longer intimidated him.

“However, don’t wield that as a weapon against me when you lack the power to swing it,” He dismissed with a shake of his head, amused by Morgana’s hollow warning. “I’m surrounded by foes. Now or in the past. It’s always been my reality.

“Can’t you see?” A gradual grin formed on Rex’s features. He extended his arms, palms up, and clenched. “Vengeful feuds. Death matches. Few choices. Fury... I thrive precisely in scenarios like this.”

It proved inescapable, regardless of his efforts.

His journey to supremacy required the blood of rivals. No deeds could sidestep it.

Just a single throne at the pinnacle, and all clamored for it fiercely.

At that instant, though, his brow furrowed in concern, “Master...?”

Rex detected something novel. An unfamiliar sensation he’d never encountered. And the aroma too—distinct from any he’d known. Warm and biting like fading coals on the verge of reigniting, blended with an intense clove-like fragrance.

Every entity carries a singular scent.

He hadn’t bothered cataloging them deliberately, yet his instincts etched each into memory.

Naturally, he identified opponents solely by their smell.

But this one... His perception had never encountered it.

Morgana boasted of a new master while still donning her empress crown beside her emperor spouse. Her obsession provided the sole clue Rex required to identify the source of this scent.

A being that felt both remote and near.

Rex discarded his detachment and pride, donning his warrior’s resolve anew.

His posture stiffened, and his expression hardened to impassive.

As he whirled back toward the cave entrance, the energy veil transformed into a sleek pane. And past it stood an otherworldly entity resembling an ideal Archangel, yet infinitely more pure and sacred than any Rex had witnessed.

It displayed its form boldly, revealing the flawlessly chiseled physique of a heavenly entity. White and red fabrics of exquisite linen draped its shape. Slumberous eyes in the deepest purple amethyst hue complemented its serenely divine visage.

Yet what seized Rex’s focus above all were the four sets of crimson wings at its back.

Each bore varying degrees of purple corruption.

“Let me venture a guess,” Rex directed at the entity. His tone lingered, and his gaze narrowed as if pondering deeply, “You must be the notorious Void I’ve heard whispers of. What an honor—for someone of your stature to visit me in person.”

“Rex Silverstar...” Void uttered his name softly, “You know of me?”

For an entity presumed an Archangel, his tone carried unexpected warmth.

His voice resembled that of a cosmic beast from distant realms.

It mildly shocked him that Rex knew of him, but given the Angels’ incursion on the continent, it made sense.

He’d evidently prepared thoroughly.

“Yes, I do...” Rex affirmed casually. He remained composed amid the tension. “Your control is lax. I learned of you from rebel groups who surveyed the land ahead of your forces. Perhaps ease up on the conquest pace.”

Void’s eyes drifted past Rex, settling on Morgana and the surroundings.

“Ah, I see,” Rex turned sideways and regarded Morgana with an insightful stare. He then retrieved a pristine remains from his inventory, the Angel Origin’s body. “This is what you seek, right? Is that the reason you took her under your wing?”

From his knowledge, Void no longer belonged to the Angel race.

He was a Dark Angel.

Regardless, the First Light’s remains held countless potential applications for him.

How Morgana reached out to Void remained a mystery, but it wasn’t the priority now.

“Return him!”

Morgana ignored the agony and rushed at Rex, attempting to seize the remains.

But success eluded her. With a swift backhand, Rex struck her face forcefully, then employed the Aegis of Moon Sentinel to intercept her fall, yanking her toward him. “If I end her now, how would that sit with you? I’m certain your former Origin’s remains matter greatly to you.”

A prolonged silence hung between them as Morgana wrestled to escape.

Rex’s unyielding hold pressed near her throat, even fracturing her collarbone.

Finally, Void spoke once more, “You misunderstand. I desire the remains, but that’s not my purpose here.”

A crease formed gradually on Rex’s brow.

He had been convinced Void sought the remains, explaining Morgana’s portal efforts.

Sensing the uncertainty, Void lifted his index finger and aimed it directly at Rex.

“I came for you.”

BOOM!

Swifter than a bolt, a sacred ray erupted from the gateway and hurtled toward Rex’s chest.

It struck with blinding speed and surprise, yet Rex’s instincts proved quicker.

Though he hadn’t called upon the Mask of the Banished Eclipse, the Law of Foresight operated; he anticipated the strike moments ahead. The Red Dawn of Kaiser appeared, pulsing with the Law of Misdirection, and he positioned it just in time.

Even with his readiness, the ray shoved him backward.

One step followed another, heels grinding against the dirt, until the brink appeared at his rear.

For several moments, Rex remained frozen. Unmoving.

His eyes widened as he collected his jumbled mind.

<Yes. It’s still in the early process, and would need a vast amount of energy to complete>

<Positive>

Gradually, Rex turned toward Void.

He made no effort to conceal the obvious astonishment etched on his features.