The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1843: Protect the Silverstars (1)

Princess Selene confronted the meteor bearing a grave smile.

She felt completely uncertain about her next move.

Previously, she had found herself trapped on multiple occasions, her survival resting in the grasp of adversaries. Yet in every case, the primal werewolf drive surged within her, compelling her to battle relentlessly until the very end, without a hint of doubt.

A trapped and injured creature proves to be the deadliest foe.

That sensation was missing now.

Though death loomed directly at her back while she stood cornered, her frame lacked any impulse to resist.

Her instincts likely understood that facing the Gods meant yielding to destiny was unavoidable.

This rang especially true against the deities she had revered all her days. 'Yet he shared his perspective on this,' Memories of the Origin's words from ages ago lingered sharply in her thoughts. 'Moon's grace. Required offerings. A shifting era. None held significance.

'When all is said and done, we remain werewolves,' The King Mark appeared on Princess Selene's forehead. Though its energy stemmed from the Lunirich Gods, she had strived relentlessly for it. This strength was as much her own as it was lent. "A violent death is a werewolf’s dream. Come. Let us see if today fulfills my dream!"

Her cry resounded with volume, might, and majesty.

Yet it echoed emptily against the plummeting crimson meteor that scorched the atmosphere—and ripped through the fabric of space. Before the force of Gods, what could a mere mortal achieve? Boundaries exist. Deities reign supreme for a reason.

Rumble—!

A surge of divine force erupted as the meteor drew closer.

The ambient mana and assorted energies gave way to a singular force. Solid earth morphed into gore. In moments, Princess Selene, the Silverstar Pack, and fellow werewolves would suffer the same fate.

Crushed into pulp.

Then a silhouette appeared.

It dashed from the vast ocean of blood encircling the valley, accompanied by thunderous booms.

For an instant, Princess Selene blinked to confirm her vision.

"Royal Black Prince?"

Nearby, Sintra glanced upward too, "Yes! The perfect clone!"

Evelyn shifted toward Sintra's gaze and spotted it as well. Rex’s clone, positioned close by, sliced through the sky like a projectile and positioned itself directly beneath the enormous meteor. His shape brimmed with the abundant moonlight energy present.

’Should the clone perish, Rex will detect our crisis,’ Her gaze brightened. ’I believed the clone lacked clear thinking, yet it clearly retained his intense guardianship. Is such fervor truly typical?’

Boom—!

Rex’s clone halted precisely under the meteor.

Crimson radiance outlined his figure in shadow, projecting his outline onto the terrain like a sword's tip.

Detecting the vast might, the clone transformed into werewolf shape and released a thunderous howl. One that extended far. One audible even to Kaiser and Meloriana. A proclamation that the night would defy their plans.

A perfect clone wields nearly full potency of the original.

It links directly to the primary form.

Rex’s rise to Awakened Demigod status extended likewise to the perfect clone.

Not instantly perhaps, but signs were apparent.

All beheld in wonder as the clone’s strength surged anew, waves of moonlight energy crashing through the atmosphere like an ocean swell. His frame stood broad and steadfast, mirroring how the Werewolf Origin shielded its kin during ancient times.

A spine unbowed, regardless of circumstances.

Ancient Humans darkened the heavens with their malice and haughty belief in superiority, and the Werewolf Origin opposed them, offering his life in sacrifice. Still, his resolute spirit guided werewolves across epochs, securing their endurance until now.

For Rex, it was the Lunirich Gods, and presently, he aimed to chart a similar course.

Boom—!

Every gaze below fixed as the clone accelerated explosively, lunging directly at the meteor.

The moonlight energy—and lunar mana within churned wildly across his being, indicating overload. A burst of dazzling white spread outward like a halo from his aerial thrust, propelling him swifter.

In the following moment, it collided with the meteor in a cataclysmic clash.

CRACK—!

The collision etched fissures over the meteor’s vast bulk, then fragmented it into myriad shards.

"He shattered it!" Sintra cried out in utter astonishment.

Mere moments before, she figured all would expend their utmost to halt the meteor's world-ending plunge. A handful of survivors marked the optimistic outcome. Yet the perfect clone dispatched it effortlessly.

"Naturally, he did," Evelyn grinned at the spectacle.

Zero uncertainty in her mind.

However, the peril persisted.

Myriad destructive chunks of the meteor continued falling, bearing traces of its potency.

From the zone's core, Miriam ascended in a spiral, her body aglow with lunar light.

She murmured an incantation in an alien tongue while rising.

Upon finishing the chant with a savage yelp, she thrust her limbs skyward. A colossal orb flared overhead, throbbing with intense vigor. Then, via her perceptual reach spanning the region and further, the orb fired wild rays of moonlight, demolishing meteor debris well before they could scar the soil and ravage the domain.

As a premier Shaman from antiquity, she refused to idly witness more kin perish.

Her presence proved vital in this crisis.

Gistella might have replicated it, yet her state prevented action.

In fact, Evelyn could barely focus without Sintra’s aid.

Crash—!

A beam of illumination struck the earth roughly a hundred meters from Evelyn’s spot.

The clone emerged from the resulting pit moments later.

Not the meteor’s force had hurled him down thus; a cavernous wound in his abdomen with jagged, brittle borders like shattered crystal revealed another strike. Probably from Kaiser, witnessing the meteor’s destruction.

Evelyn gaped at him with widened eyes as he labored to approach her.

She noted upon his full emergence that a leg was missing too.

Soon her focus locked on his right claw clutching a scarlet nucleus swirling with red vigor. Not moonlight energy—nor lunar mana of his own. Something different. An essence Evelyn failed to identify.

Not until proximity allowed her to sense it.

It matched the rush she'd experienced earlier during the Blood Moon's rift.

The clone set the nucleus near Evelyn, then extended his paw toward her gradually.

Evelyn puzzled over his intent but inclined nearer.

Gently, he cleared the blood dripping from Evelyn’s mouth. Next, with his talon-tipped forefinger, he traced a rough ritual around the scarlet nucleus using her blood. Sintra observed intently, then comprehension struck.

"Rite of Kaiser?" She whispered without thought.

Once the clone completed the rite and it began encasing the nucleus, his limb dropped, and his form slackened. Akin to a marionette fulfilling its purpose, it dissolved into motes of illumination.

"What does this signify?"

Evelyn stood bewildered.

She couldn't grasp the clone's aim with this creation.

[He aims to grant you, Adhara, and Gistella additional divine strands to withstand the strain. Seize the nucleus swiftly and absorb the emerging divine strands.]

Evelyn acted without delay.

Without a beat of hesitation, she clutched the nucleus and sensed the divine strands—purer and more concentrated than any force she'd harnessed—infusing her aura. The intensity was staggering, yet she felt its immediate effect.

Swiftly, the agonizing buzz in her head faded.

With surplus divine strands remaining, she channeled her Luna energy to distribute them to the rest.

’How did he accomplish this?’ Confusion gripped her as she eyed the crimson item. ’What exactly is this nucleus?’

It appeared soft, moist, and brimmed with vast power.

[It’s the core of one of those entities. Godlings. Raise your gaze upward.]

Evelyn lifted her chin toward the heavens—and beheld innumerable predatory stares glaring down from the celestial gateway. By their obscured outlines, they resembled werewolves but hailed from superior realms.

[Post-meteor destruction, he assaulted one, seized its core—ere Kaiser felled him. Impressively, in protective ferocity and tender concern, your Alpha surpasses even mine.]

Naturally, such praise flushed her cheeks.

Yet she promptly dismissed the warmth, astonished at feeling it amid chaos.

Still, resolve ignited her veins.

’This only strengthens our need to endure. With the clone gone, he must sense the turmoil here,’ Evelyn peered skyward once more. Dread washed over her. Immense peril emanated from those watchful eyes upon the realm. ’Time is essential.’

Simultaneously, Princess Selene reappeared.

Shortly after, the group reconvened and clustered together.

"Your Majesty, we can abandon this location," Valkis advanced—and shared his observations. "I believe this pocket dimension severs us from the outer world. Numerous attempts to breach failed; our strength couldn't breach the barrier."

"And by their count," Malvok continued, eyeing the foes above. "We outnumber them by at least twofold."

"Fear not," Evelyn replied. Her tone carried conviction and reassurance, implying no despair with her leadership. "The Alpha is aware of our plight. We merely must persist until his arrival."

"Moreover, this domain belongs to us," Adhara stood tall with commanding presence.

Her physique shifted into the savage silver werewolf boasting reflective orbs echoing the profound essence of the White Omicron as she positioned beside Evelyn. "Our grounds. Helplessness doesn't define us here."

Opposite, Gistella’s dark core throbbed with necrotic force.

Shiny metallic plates encased her werewolf frame like plating as she loomed above the group.

Instantly, the pack arrayed with Silverstars and Princess Selene in the midst.

"They descend!" Sintra warned upon spotting Kaiser’s gesture.

Innumerable crimson higher-realm werewolves vaulted from the gateway, passing through the protective worldly energies guarding the Mortal Realm, and landed amid the valley with resounding impacts. Thousands plummeted.

Sinister snarls reverberated like a chilling dirge from a horror.

Each heralded demise and rivers of blood across the globe.

Yet as they landed, Evelyn detected a presence from the rear.

Hurried steps and a deep rumble that lifted her mouth's corners.

"And beyond all, it appears we've gained yet another vital ally."

ROAR—!

All turned upward in shock at a colossal pale form bounding overhead.

A form they all knew at once—Sven.

With a feral snap blending loathing's rush and thrill, Sven hurtled toward the adversaries before their initial assault. His robust rear limbs propelled him aloft and distant as his bulk shadowed the scarlet orb above.