The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1845: Protect the Silverstars (3)

The forces of the army held at least twice as many fighters as the Godlings.

Favorable chances.

Within the shared consciousness of the werewolves, a strategy forms while they advance. No disorganized charge. No reckless strikes at the closest Godling. Rather, they aimed to surround a single Godling—werewolves alongside other melee fighters, alternating their assaults while the Elves stayed distant, seeking clear paths for lethal arrows.

Yet before anything, the mightiest among them needed to test the Godlings' true power.

They had to determine if victory was truly within reach.

’This marks our initial battle under the Clarentium Empire’s banner,’ Mavok pondered inwardly. He raced forward like a savage predator, his stare locked on one specific Godling mirroring his approach. ’The opening conflict to leave a mark on the Royal Black Prince, following all the issues our realm has caused him.’

A fierce surge of resolve ignited in his chest, urging him to accelerate.

"Indirect Moon Ability: Savage Impulse!!"

Mavok bellowed while leaping, clashing his claws against the Godling’s.

Boom—!

An intense reddish shockwave burst outward, raging across the field like an emerging whirlwind.

He had channeled nearly every ounce of his power into the strike, and his eyes grew wide.

’I’m barely matching this thing?!’ Thoughts whirled in his head as the outcome of his confrontation with the Godling fell short of his hopes. A deadlock. ’As one of the army’s top fighters, how can I not even force it to yield?!’

It was only then that he fully grasped the Godlings’ strength.

Sven had portrayed them as frailer than reality.

"Only Alpha Primes clash directly with them!" Mavok yelled while pulling back.

Any others attempting a frontal collision like Mavok’s would end up shredded to bits.

Only Alpha Primes, empowered by their King Marks, could stand toe-to-toe.

Splash—!

Mavok’s alert arrived too tardily, for the frontline troops were shredded into bloody vapor by one sweep from the Godlings. As anticipated, solely the Alpha Primes endured the cut, remaining upright with mere battered limbs and inner injuries.

Trivial damage for werewolves of their rank—their healing abilities were overwhelmingly potent.

Dwarves pounded their hammers and raised a barrier of rock to give the vanguard time to reform.

Awakened called forth their spirits, with some transforming into gladiator modes, bolstering the barrier using their elemental mana and spirit essence. Yet despite the reinforcement, the Godlings pierced right through and massacred the initial ranks.

Few managed to survive even the follow-up assault.

And survivors were left too injured to rise again.

"Kyarggkk!"

A strikingly loud cry resounded over the entire field.

It originated from an Awakened.

His injury appeared minor, just a straight gash over his torso—yet he wailed regardless. Then, astonishing the onlookers, his eyes burst open and got supplanted by new ones strangely mirroring the Blood Moon.

Acting like a frenzied beast, he spun and assaulted his comrades.

Numerous fighters were surprised by the abrupt betrayal.

"Hey! Restrain yourself!" A Dwarf bear-hugged the Awakened from the rear firmly, halting his further frenzy.

However, his plea failed to penetrate.

"Kill me..." the Awakened murmured through his fury.

An elbow smashed into the Dwarf’s visage, stunning him briefly while the force hurled him away.

His sturdy frame quickly regained balance—but the Awakened was already closing in, wielding a wind blade poised to sever his head. At the last instant, a ring of purple fire appeared beneath, erupting and reducing the Awakened to ashes.

Adhara floated above and obliterated those tainted by the Godlings’ madness.

Killing them pained her, but mercy had no place in this chaos.

Hesitation meant death.

"They can inflict the Blood Moon’s berserk!" Mavok called up to her. "The Luna!"

Luna energy alone could fully subdue the wild fury induced by the Blood Moon.

Without looking back, Adhara projected the message to Evelyn, urging her to address the afflicted allies descending into frenzy. Her gaze ignited with fire as four Godlings sprang toward her, identifying her as the prime foe.

All four darted with lethal speed, fanning out to strike from every direction.

Adhara drew forth her Fire of Jealousy, twisting it into an ascending spiral.

The air’s oxygen ignited fiercely as the blast erupted, flinging the Godlings rearward. And—as their soles hit the earth, gouging deep furrows, Adhara erupted from the swirl—like a phoenix rising anew from fiery remnants.

Her gladiator form now enveloped her, with her spirit wrapping around her shoulder, hissing eagerly.

Complementing her flames shone the radiant might of the White Omicron, now infused with holy threads, causing it to shine more intensely and purely. While the Godlings’ vision and essence scorched beneath the veil of untainted white, Adhara probed for the dread that lingered since leaving human lands.

Dread of failing to measure up as the Silverstar Pack’s Female Alpha.

She released a steady breath. Nowhere within her could she locate that dread.

’I am the Female Alpha of the Silverstar Pack. Chosen by him to safeguard in his shadow’s absence," Violet flames consumed her figure. Her spirit hissed with wild delight. ’Even divine horrors dispatched by Gods shall not breach my guard.’

Adhara and her spirit plunged downward.

Resembling a shooting star, she slammed into the terrain with immense impact.

A colossal detonation roared, ravaging half the valley in purple inferno.

Two Godlings were annihilated—prior to launching a follow-up against her, while the remaining pair suffered severe harm yet mended nearly immediately. Flames throbbed in Adhara’s grasp as she rushed them fearlessly.

The keen arc of her talons sliced into a Godling’s meat while she skidded aside from a swipe.

From below, the soil burst in a geyser of fire, engulfing the Godling.

Simultaneously, another Godling hit Adhara from the rear as the one in front dissolved into crimson vapor, fleeing the blazing heat. Over a dozen blows traded in an instant, sparking crimson and silver flashes.

Though outnumbered two to one, it truly pitted two against two.

She weaved amid flashing talons. Her spirit, shaped like a serpent no bigger than an ordinary viper, twisted over her frame. From torso to limbs. And whipped its tail sharply at the oncoming Godlings.

Every whip sparked inner fires in the Godlings, eruptions blooming from their spines like unfolding petals.

Adhara slashed her claws into the third Godling and chomped through its neck in rapid sequence.

Then she booted the corpse aside just as the fourth charged from behind, swiping at empty space. It melted into blood fog, expecting a rear assault, and reformed farther off, yet Adhara’s velocity exceeded its expectation.

Her talons tore through divine meat and bone without distinction.

Intensely hot blood soaked her limb. The alluring aroma of godhood tickled her senses. And—the gurgling and retching from the fourth Godling’s throat soothed her hearing. Savagely, Adhara yanked her claws up from its gut, gripped the backbone, and wrenched it free with the skull attached.

Splash—!

Four Godlings toppled, as a Silverstar remained victorious.

Throughout the valley, amid clashes with swarms of terrifying Godlings, the troops witnessed her display plainly. Werewolf howls ripped forth. Shouts burst from humans and supernaturals alike.

Not one had slain even a lone Godling.

Yet Adhara proved it could be done.

They simply had to push further.

Noticing the surging spirit among these lowly humans, the Godlings surged ahead, becoming a slaughter machine. Gore, entrails, and tissue flew wildly as their talons shredded mortal barriers like tissue.

Sven and Adhara withstood them thanks to their exceptional heritage.

The rest? Utterly outmatched.

Growl—!

An alpha werewolf snarled in agony after a Godling’s claws gashed his abdomen.

He got flung away while the Godling surveyed, hunting for additional prey.

But then it sensed a hold on its limb.

The alpha werewolf clung on. Be it fortune or years of harsh training, the casual slash failed to bisect him fully. He endured. "Don’t underestimate me, God-born. I have always battled aware that death might claim me anytime. Have you?!"

A deranged laugh burst from the alpha werewolf as he revealed his gore-smeared teeth.

"Insect," the Godling seized the alpha werewolf by the throat and bellowed straight into his features.

Hidden in that bellow lurked the Blood Moon’s force.

It drew the blood directly from the alpha werewolf’s form, sapping him utterly pale and feeble.

Though his skin blanched from blood loss, his clasp held firm.

"Bid your goodbye to your home," the alpha werewolf declared. Drawing on his last reserves, he mocked demise itself. "This spot will serve as your tomb. You’ll perish with these insignificant mortals!"

Roar—!

Ruthlessly, the Godling ripped away his skull, ending him at once.

Yet moments later, he noticed scores more scaling the hill, descending upon him. He exposed his talons and bellowed—a scarlet blast erupted, halting his foes. Swiftly, he skewered the closest through the torso.

An elderly dwarf with burly limbs took the deadly thrust.

Death loomed in his gaze.

He anticipated the peril of rushing a Godling headlong and showed no fear at the pierce.

A wry grin etched his mouth.

Resolutely, he clutched the Godling’s limb and transformed his frame to stone via his kin’s ancient incantation, multiplying his weight immensely. Startled, the Godling found his arm immobilized, pinned in place.

The notion that this common mortal, not even a Silverstar, believed he could achieve anything was ridiculous.

He scoffed and lifted his talons for the killing stroke.

Yet right then, he detected the dwarf’s pulse had ceased.

Realization struck that the dwarf had offered his vital essence and strength to sustain the enchantment beyond the grave.

A valiant offering.

Another lunged unexpectedly at the Godling, latching onto the free arm. He flailed, hurling a dwarf aside, but replacements swarmed in. Over a dozen grappled for his appendages. Some served as barriers, allowing a dwarf to approach within grasp.

Despite the prior ones exploding into bloody haze, the assault persisted.

It drove the Godling to fury when yet another dwarf secured his right leg, grounding it.

"Mortals should bow down and die!" He thundered.

Through the opening, a courageous Awakened dashed forward. He climbed onto the Godling, thighs clamping its throat while mana and spirit force surged madly in his bloodstream. His eyes gleamed crimson, fully consumed by the Blood Moon.

Yet he spared his allies.

"Nobody can touch the Silverstars!"

Kaboom—!

For the initial time, the Godling faltered as the suicide blast truly wounded him.

Half his visage charred black, though regeneration lagged now.

Additional assailants threw themselves and burst apart.

From afar, a barrage of blasts engulfed the Godling, leaving him at the core wheezing and shattered. Bound by holds on limb and leg, he lacked the agility to evade or counter all these fanatics who prized life so little.

He endured the detonations unwillingly.

Then a silhouette broke through the haze.

Its gaze trailed emerald afterimages. An Alpha Prime.

He closed the gap rapidly, arriving at the Godling with talons embedding in the ribcage.

Accompanied by the slick noise of a stone splashing into water, the Alpha Prime excavated the Godling’s core and severed its skull before advancing to the subsequent foe.