The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1847: Blood Moon’s Fearmonger

The clash between the empire’s troops and the Godlings raged on. The once-fierce battlefield had transformed into a grim landscape of cadavers and gore, a sight that even battle-hardened warriors found nauseating.

Bodies, entrails, and all sorts of bodily fluids lay exposed for all to witness.

Taking down a single Godling required the efforts of many fighters.

Without their ruthless and sacrificial strategies, the death toll would have been far higher.

Only a fraction less than a quarter of the army’s initial numbers survived.

The commanders, who had spearheaded the assault, remarkably endured. A few were still locked in combat.

Mavok, Fenrik, and Valkis bore grievous injuries, reduced to battered shadows of their former selves.

Laykard, Adhara, and Gistella alone remained standing.

Yet even they were drained and bore injuries too severe for their healing abilities to repair.

In spite of their dire state, a bold grin tugged at their lips. They had whittled the Godlings down to just a few. Most had been overwhelmed by sheer force until they became nothing but crimson smears across the soil.

The War Spell, Evelyn’s lunar energy that kept most from losing control, combined with the army’s sheer unyielding resolve, allowed them to hold back the Godlings. Victory seemed within grasp soon enough.

Or so it appeared they ought to claim victory.

Still, Evelyn understood that vanquishing the Godlings held no true significance.

Kaiser and Meloriana could summon these Godlings from their domains—and they could dispatch endless waves if desired. Thus, this fight changed nothing. What truly counted was stalling long enough for Rex to rejoin them.

The countdown to that moment stretched on relentlessly.

’Hurry, Rex,’ Evelyn urged silently, her fists balled tight. ’Where have you gone?’

[Should the Alpha fail to show, you must—]

’He will show!’ She countered in her mind, rejecting any doubt. ’He definitely will.’

Rex alone possessed the power to end this crisis.

The alternative path to success involved sealing the blood moon’s gaze, the gateway linking this isolated realm to Kaiser’s territory. Though Evelyn yearned for that outcome, it seemed even less feasible than waiting for Rex.

No, it was utterly unattainable with Kaiser and Meloriana present.

Even as the Godlings perished, their faces showed no alteration.

As if they foresaw the events unfolding precisely as planned.

Reinforcements were on the way.

Evelyn sensed that those two entities had more in store beyond unleashing the Godlings.

She couldn’t pinpoint why they stayed so restrained, but they appeared to be biding their time.

Truthfully, she felt relieved by their inaction; a full onslaught from Kaiser and Meloriana at the outset would have crushed the army in moments. Yet the absence of Rex gnawed at her.

’I’m unsure how much longer we can hold out,’ Evelyn suppressed her fears and pessimism.

Her expression had to remain steadfast, as she embodied the army’s pillar of resolve.

A soft pat landed on Evelyn’s stoic features. She missed the first, but sensed the next one grazing near her lashes and striking her cheek. Evelyn felt the dampness—and caught the metallic scent.

Suddenly, the heavens wept crimson tears.

In the distance, Adhara launched her spirit toward a lone Godling.

Its jaws gaped to devour, yet the Godling evaded by tumbling aside.

Upon regaining balance, Adhara closed in and swung a strike toward its throat.

Swoosh—!

’One more down,’ Adhara shifted her focus and tallied the surviving Godlings. ’Just three left.’

At that instant, though, a sinister grin spread across the Godling’s visage as its limb blurred with impossible velocity, deflecting Adhara’s talons like pesky insects. Her strike sliced through empty space, and in a fleeting moment, astonishment overtook her concentration.

Splash—!

"Huurghk!"

Adhara’s eyes bulged wide.

Talons tore into her midsection—with force potent enough to crumble peaks and more. Crimson erupted from her lips as she flew backward, skidding along the terrain and gouging twin furrows about two feet deep.

"Adhara!" Gistella cried out in alarm.

But Laykard blocked her path, "Stay with me. I can’t handle these two by my—."

Bam—!

Faster than sight could track, a Godling raked Laykard’s visage, forcing him to one knee and palm.

He failed to rise in time—before a boot hurled him tumbling through the valley, smashing against the edge.

Gistella’s dark heart pounded, channeling vast power into her plated talons.

Her shadowed core had absorbed energy from nearly two Godlings, and she unleashed it in this assault. The Godling countered directly with its savage, gore-smeared claws. The ensuing blast leveled the surrounding earth.

Then she inhaled sharply, realizing her power failed to dominate the Godling.

In fact, it couldn’t budge the foe an inch.

Earlier, her blows had crushed two Godlings outright.

Now, one stood immovable against her.

That pointed to a single conclusion.

’They’re... adapting to this realm?!’

Boom—!

Gistella’s onslaught crumbled as the Godling’s talons thrust ahead and impaled her gut, flinging her nearly a mile—until she too collided with the barrier. Her form contorted grotesquely, leaving no doubt she’d suffered gravely.

In mere moments, since the sky’s bloody downpour, Evelyn witnessed her allies fall.

On the far flank, a Godling pinned Sven as he snarled and struggled to escape.

The tide turned brutally against them.

The four Godlings encircled the army’s depleted ranks, trapping Evelyn and Princess Selene in the midst. Watching their mightiest warriors felled eroded the soldiers’ courage.

Self-sacrifice held honor if it felled a Godling.

Now, no prospect remained of dropping another, even at the cost of their lives.

Just earlier, weariness and worry marked the Godlings’ expressions. But those weaknesses now hardened into icy scorn. One fixed its gaze on Evelyn and spoke, "Had your fill of amusement? Watching mortals thrash about has been rather thrilling."

A chill droplet of perspiration slid down Evelyn’s brow as her countenance darkened.

She’d known Kaiser and Meloriana had more plans, yet assumed the Godlings marked the end.

Clearly not.

As the spark of optimism dimmed on Evelyn’s face, the Godling smirked.

"You imagine triumph awaits... It does not," its tone echoed through the hush as numerous shapes rose from the blood-soaked dirt. Every Godling lived anew. "Gods command the destinies of mortals. All that transpired aligned with his design."

Evelyn scanned the scene, teeth clenched.

Her gaze locked on the rising forms and dawned that these were Godlings.

The very ones slain in this fray.

She’d witnessed them ripped apart, smashed, or consumed firsthand.

Yet none had perished for real.

"No!" An Awakened braced himself, clutching his mana-imbued blade firmer, staring down the Godling with fierce rebellion. "No one touches the empress! Not a soul! Not while I live! While breath fills my lungs and my pulse endures, you won’t reach her!"

His comrades echoed the roar, closing ranks tighter.

Such rebellion and devotion deserved praise.

But with a mere gesture from the Godling, they perished before igniting their powers.

Each burst inward, drenching the ground in a savage spray.

Crimson flecked Evelyn’s features. Fresh and heated by valor and fealty.

Evelyn traced the blood with her fingertips and regarded it with trembling spirit.

Gradually, the blood on her digits, plus the pools and trickles sinking into the soil, stirred.

It flowed toward the Godling, drawn as if he alone exerted pull. Empowered by this essence, the Godling shed the deception to reveal his authentic shape, proving beyond doubt he transcended a simple Godling.

He embodied a werewolf of primal terror.

His extremities stretched slender and grotesquely elongated. Upright on legs overly extended, his joints curved nearly to the dirt. His limbs hung below his soles, bony and distorted. A tail extended like a serpent’s form writhed at his rear, emitting a slimy rustle with every shift.

His countenance lacked form, twisted and scarred, encircling orbs of foul crimson.

Regardless of the agonizing spasms wracking his frame during the change, his stare remained locked on the Luna Empress.

"Why...?" Evelyn mustered words at last. "Why persist in assaulting us?"

"You pose a query whose truth you ought to grasp, yet I’ll seize this chance to enlighten you all," the eerie Godling held no grudge, for she lacked insight into Rex’s contested domain. "Mortals in bondage claim no autonomy over their existence. They persist by others’ decree, instant by instant, repaying breath with obedience.

"Your Alpha is a mortal convinced his fate answers to none but us," the Godling shook his head, seeming to lament Rex’s misconception. "Power blinds him—when his sole value lies in unending devotion to us."

"How does his life answer to you if he wasn’t born a werewolf?" She challenged.

Prior to all, Rex began as human.

The werewolf lineage struck a pact with the Lunirich Gods to bolster their kind.

Humans held no ties to the Lunirich Gods.

That fact alone clarified Rex’s life wasn’t theirs, despite his current werewolf nature.

Evelyn observed the eerie Godling cock its head.

"Comprehension evades you still, no matter." He dipped his head and averted his gaze.

From the flanks, the remaining three Godlings hauled the captives, scraping them along like dead weight. Each hung slack, feeble, and powerless to resist. Only Sven thrashed, while Adhara remained conscious but helpless, pulled by her leg.

She raised her head toward Evelyn with regret in her eyes.

Evelyn ground her teeth.

After all this, Adhara owed no regrets.

It bordered on miraculous they’d withstood these superior entities so long.

Soon, this ordeal would end.

Rex approached.

She clung to that faith with passion.

"Your spirit holds," the eerie Godling eyed Evelyn, detecting lingering optimism beneath her mask. "You cling to faith in his arrival to save you. I get it. He’s proven steadfast and mighty. But not this time—he stays away."

"Wha—" Evelyn’s composure fractured.

She rallied swiftly, banishing despair, "What have you done to him?!"

Silence met her demand.

"Located that vampire yet?" He inquired.

A Godling advanced and conjured a sanguine reflector. It wavered then cleared into a pane displaying a scene. A known room. A central mattress. A frail, ashen woman reclined upon it. Under the cover, her belly swelled faintly.

Evelyn knew her at once.

Calidora.

"Affirmative," the Godling confirmed. "Tracking her proved challenging, but we’ve pinned her down."

"Slay her. Drench the sheets in her blood," the eerie Godling ordered without warmth, then hesitated. "Ere her final gasp, excise her womb. Seal the chamber about her. Ensure upon his return, he envisions her torment."