The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1846: Noticing the Danger

It was a massacre.

Godlings were killing on a massive scale, yet surprisingly, their side was the one losing spirit.

As superior entities—born in elevated planes—it was expected for them to crush the ordinary humans dwelling in this vulnerable world. Wiping them out en masse felt no different from clearing out an ant hill.

Not even worth a second thought.

Yet for the mortals, it was entirely reversed.

Each successful hit they landed on a Godling, no matter how small the damage, ignited a surge of morale unlike any they'd experienced. Inflicting pain on superior beings had never been a dream they dared to entertain.

It was beyond their imagination, utterly unattainable.

But now, their attacks could actually touch those exalted figures.

And it filled them with thrill.

Dwarves gave their lives to amplify their spells' power and pin down a Godling. Elves offered up the frail among them to forge a single arrow capable of penetrating Godling skin. Humans gathered their energy and exploded their own forms. Weaker races used their bodies as barriers—or living restraints to bind the Godlings.

Rex had endured great costs in his quest for peace.

His allies from human lands, Lauren and Daniel, who understood the full truth, shared his tale, and it circulated widely. Establishing the Clarentium Empire—and shielding kingdoms under his mighty protection—had only been achieved through rivers of blood and endless sorrow.

Every moment he lived was devoted to safeguarding those in his care.

He walked a brutal road of gaining strength to shield their families. Their kin. Their entire kind.

So as his followers, how could they just enjoy the rewards without offering similar sacrifices?

Across the world, it was known that Rex treasured those close to him—the Silverstar Pack.

Even if this was their final act, they wouldn't waver.

Moreover, perishing at the hands of a superior entity was the highest honor.

"You've trained them effectively," Princess Selene observed the battle—and acknowledged the fierce resolve in Evelyn’s forces. It required at least a dozen at minimum and hundreds at most to fell one Godling, yet none were deterred. "I'd say... You've prepared them better than I ever could."

Evelyn felt satisfied with the scene unfolding before her.

It was gruesome, but she could sense these warriors were choosing this path of their own accord.

She hadn't compelled them to give their lives for victory.

Naturally, she had ensured their mental and physical well-being throughout. Her strategy included bolstering their spirits with her soothing presence, and avoiding sending them needlessly to their deaths.

In return, when pushed into a corner like this, their willpower erupted like an inferno.

Furthermore, their sense of gratitude toward Rex drove them to such extremes.

She perceived it distinctly.

"They're not battling solely for Rex or me," Evelyn denied with a shake of her head. "They're defending their own futures. Should the empire crumble, the world would slide back to its former chaos. And along with it, the endless loop of animosity would spin once more, endangering them and all they hold dear."

Thanks to the empire's rise, conflicts had greatly diminished across the continent.

It was far improved compared to a year prior.

But transforming deep-seated prejudices wasn't simple. Time was essential to truly suppress the cycle of hatred. Currently, the calm was superficial at best. Major powers hesitated to deplete their ranks, granting the empire chances to absorb them or their rivals.

Rex and his empire already possessed immense power.

There was no reason to take risks that would further empower him and his domain.

Evelyn observed the tide of battle turning in their favor. Her troops roared in triumph as Godlings toppled one after another—gradually at the start, then more rapidly as the surge built. This shift stemmed from the stark contrast in morale between the factions.

Thrill ignited fiercer in every mortal soul.

Conversely, the Godlings began to waver, displaying hints of unease.

Uncertainty gripped them since mortals weren't meant to retaliate. Even if they tried, they lacked the strength to stand against them. Witnessing their brethren perish cracked the unbreakable image they held of themselves.

This stemmed from the world's rebirth.

Many had grown stronger, arming them with sufficient brute force to confront Godlings.

Despite her prior doubts, Evelyn permitted hope to flicker—defying the impossible, resisting the onslaught of divine invaders intent on exterminating them and bathing the world in carnage, they might hold out against these foes until Rex's return.

Boom—!

The explosive force from Gistella mirrored in Evelyn’s gaze.

Her darkened core had been absorbing the slain Godlings, drawing their divine essence into her talons. Once saturated, her initial assault unleashed the pent-up power. A detonation born from their own essence claimed two additional Godlings in a flash.

Reduced to dust without a single bone left.

And with growing boldness, Evelyn began to believe they might actually triumph.

...

"I believe we're nearing it," Prof. K peered into the dense foliage—and affirmed with certainty. "I can already detect foul odors up ahead. Shall we hasten our steps?"

Flunra scanned the path forward as well.

For consecutive days, the team had relied on gut feelings and guidance from the captured Angels. Little trouble arose en route, except for a full day spent concealed to evade the Blood Moon, which proved fortunate. Thanks to that, they advanced considerably.

Remarkably fortunate given the navigation challenges post-Second Breath.

The entire landscape had transformed.

Ancient terrains from bygone times reemerged, merging with contemporary features.

This fusion rendered everything disorienting.

Flunra's recollections of ancient markers offered only rough indications of location. Pinpointing exact spots was nearly impossible. Yet now, they trailed a sinister aroma.

An odor eerily akin to that of a Chaos Phantom.

"No," Flunra refused with a head shake. "Prioritize caution."

Prof. K agreed with a nod.

They were cut off and solitary at present, so vigilance was paramount.

Indeed, while no major incidents occurred, the terrain itself had threatened to devour them repeatedly. Perilous grounds, concealed chasms, vanishing trails, and lethal landscapes that would slay the unprepared.

And invariably, the issue of Order Beasts loomed.

Some battled over domains nearby.

Every skirmish vibrated the earth, a stark reminder of how simply they could be trapped in the crossfire.

Even the lowliest Order Beast could annihilate them, demanding utmost care.

But en route, Flunra halted abruptly.

Prof. K eyed him puzzled, "What is it? I sense nothing."

"Exactly," Flunra whispered.

Since Evelyn's abrupt summons pulling him into the Spirit Realm to aid Rex, he'd attempted to reach her and inquire about her actions, but received no response.

The same silence met his efforts to connect with Adhara and Gistella.

Still, he was certain his signals arrived.

They simply chose not to reply.

Now, a shift occurred. The link vanished entirely. Renewed tries yielded only quiet from their end, which disturbed him deeply, as this defied normalcy.

Rex's bond lingered faintly despite his otherworldly position.

Losing contact with Adhara, Evelyn, and Gistella screamed trouble.

Something was amiss, and the notion churned his stomach.

"Prof. K, guide the group the remaining distance and fulfill our mission." Flunra pivoted, fixing his gaze toward the last known direction of Evelyn and the rest. "I need to head elsewhere. I'll rejoin you soon—continue onward."

Without awaiting acknowledgment, Flunra bolted away.

He'd urged a measured, prudent advance before, but now he charged like a fiend.

Harnessing an ancient beast's might, he ripped through space at unreal velocities. Obstacles in his path were cleaved—trees toppled, atmosphere fractured. He barreled past altered creatures and skirted Order Beasts while hurtling toward his companions.

’The Blood Moon has waned,’ He pondered inwardly. ’What threat could endanger them now? I may be overreacting, but verification is wise.

Swoosh—!

...

Far across innumerable miles, another duo sped with frantic urgency.

Kyran bore Naela in his grasp as they traversed the Dark Elf’s lush, shadowy woods.

She appeared frail, and irritation etched her features.

Learning of her ordeal, Kyran couldn't resist hurrying to her side.

Upon witnessing Naela’s state, and discovering a rib pilfered from her body, eternally scarred to prevent recovery—pushed him over the edge. Nearly half the Dark Elves’ forces were dispatched to contain him below ground as the Blood Moon drove him to frenzy.

He disregarded Evelyn's summons entirely, desiring only to remain near Naela.

Moreover, he detected the culprit Angel's trace.

Regardless of the Angel's flawless methods, it meant nothing to Kyran. His perceptions transcended mortal bounds into the ethereal. He could detect scents elusive to others, and he captured the vital one.

Naturally, his sole intent was to hunt this Angel and adorn Naela’s threshold with its guts, hide, and skull. A warning to any daring to harm her, but he held back, awaiting her awakening.

Qonvale roused her.

Upon grasping Kyran’s defiance of Evelyn’s call, Naela felt no warmth.

She wasn't pleased by his budding vulnerability toward her.

Rage consumed her.

It marked the first instance Kyran saw her fury, leaving him stunned.

’I refuse to be the cause of you shirking your role as Rex’s right hand. I’d prefer death.’

Naela’s declaration reverberated in Kyran’s thoughts as he dashed.

He countered that he'd vowed to Rex to guard her as vigilantly as Rex protected others. If present, Rex would expect Kyran to shield Naela—or so he claimed.

Yet she dismissed his justifications.

How could he safeguard her while neglecting his responsibilities? She fired back.

Thus, he raced toward the others' presumed location.

Naela insisted he carry her if he truly feared the Angel's return.

Though weakened and unsteady, her resolve burned fiercer than before.

Under no circumstances would she accept refusal.

And maybe that was wisest, ’I can't reach Evelyn... Perhaps trouble has struck.’

Kyran gritted his teeth as fate seemed perpetually cruel to him. Somehow, he sensed an unseen adversary sabotaging his choices, breeding mounting exasperation.

"If harm befalls them and you're absent," Naela fixed him with a severe look. "You'll bury my remains as well."

"Fine, I get it," Kyran retorted sharply. Lingering Blood Moon effects hindered his emotional restraint. "No need to repeat what's already obvious. I won't allow any danger to touch them."

"See that you don't," Naela turned her eyes away, ire lingering.