The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1771: Again and Again and Again

This... This was supposed to be impossible.

Rex stared at the shimmering crimson glow, his heart sinking with a mixture of pure shock and dread.

Ever since the Lunirich God of the Yule Moon led a direct assault on the mortal realm, the Lunirich Gods had been suffering the consequences of their interference. It had been a desperate and reckless gamble, a strike specifically designed to eliminate Rex.

Every deity involved understood the peril.

Entities of their stature were strictly forbidden from meddling directly in the lives of mortals.

Because that divine intervention resulted in a total disaster, they were supposedly barred from wielding their influence further.

It was a fundamental law of the world.

For Gods to descend into the lower realm just to assassinate a single individual was an unthinkable violation of balance, and the world’s laws would not permit such an act to be repeated frequently. Therefore, having survived that initial onslaught, Rex believed he was safe for several decades to come.

There was no way the Lunirich Gods should have been able to touch him again so soon.

This was precisely why Rex had dismissed the Lunirich Gods as an immediate concern.

At least, he thought he was safe for the time being.

He had been gravely mistaken.

Swoosh—!

Rex realized he was in deep trouble.

Gritting his teeth, he channeled every ounce of his focus and power into the newly formed organ within his chest. Despite his efforts, the blade—now vibrating with the power of the Blood Moon—continued to slice through his invisible defenses. It advanced inch by inch with a terrifying, rhythmic slowness, as if mocking his struggle and proving he was vulnerable.

The most agonizing part was his total lack of options.

Currently, he was pinned to the spot, unable to dodge or shift away.

He could only stand his ground, muscles straining, as the edge of the sword drew closer.

"Morgana!" Rex bellowed, his voice a snarling mix of fury and desperation directed at the Empress. "You cannot do this! Consider your subjects! If I fall... your entire empire will crumble!"

"Concern yourself with your own life!" Empress Morgana shot back with equal ferocity. "Your death is all that matters!"

Swoosh—!

Rex watched the sword accelerate, its tip reaching his hands in a matter of heartbeats.

The weapon surged with an overwhelming energy that could only have originated from a God.

His current Blank state, even when paired with his Divinity, was simply not developed enough to withstand such a chaotic and violent force.

Clang—!

Suddenly, High Priestess Alana intervened, throwing her own strength into the fray to help Rex repel the blade. She had previously attempted to strike Empress Morgana directly to knock her back, but the sword's red aura had neutralized her efforts instantly.

The weapon seemed capable of absorbing any blow directed at its wielder.

Now, her only option was to join Rex in a desperate struggle for survival.

"You have amassed too many enemies," Empress Morgana said, a cruel smirk playing on her lips. "And that will be your undoing!"

"Stop!" Rex hissed, a jolt of agony shooting through him as the blade made contact with his claws. The power radiating from it was so intense he feared his claws would shatter instantly. "If you are a true Angel, this path is beneath you! You should do good as the First Light commanded! To accept the power of another God is a disgrace!"

"I do not care..." Empress Morgana whispered in a chilling tone.

Taking a sharp breath, she lunged forward with renewed strength, completely shattering the invisible barrier.

The sword was now locked in a direct clash against Rex’s claws and the solar power of High Priestess Alana.

"Sir Rex! We must eva—?!"

Before the High Priestess could finish her warning, the red light expanded like a blooming flower, turning the surrounding atmosphere heavy and stagnant. Even with his Blank state broken, the sheer density of the air made it nearly impossible for Rex to move.

Alana was equally paralyzed.

Trapped within this localized vacuum, both were left waiting for the blade to tear through them.

Rex stared at the shimmering sword, which was saturated with the essence of the Blood Moon.

He pushed his recently mended body to its absolute limits, trying everything to withstand the blow or deflect it.

His struggles were in vain.

Without moving his head, Rex glanced sideways, searching for any sign that Amanir had opened the chest. He needed its contents immediately, or he would fail Nivellen. The Phoenix Feather had to be secured today.

However, Amanir was nowhere to be seen.

Before he could locate his ally, his claws reached their breaking point.

Crack—!

A series of sickening, sharp snaps echoed through the air as his claws gave way.

"I offer you as a sacrifice to the Archangel of Knives..." Empress Morgana declared, putting her full weight into the strike.

Her muscles bulged as she exerted every bit of her strength.

"Sir Rex!"

Crash—!

The sword hit with the momentum of a runaway train.

An explosion of force erupted from the impact, drowning out all other noise.

Rex couldn't process the moment—only a blinding flash of red, and then he was gone.

He wasn't simply thrown; he was detonated away from the site.

His surroundings melted into a streaking blur, the world around him stained by a bloody hue.

A thunderous boom followed him as the displaced air rushed to fill the void he left behind. A moment later, the light vanished, and he was hurled into the suffocating darkness of the Black Rift at a speed that felt like it would tear his soul apart.

Hot blood filled his mouth during the flight.

Rex felt, rather than saw, the massive impacts as he collided with stone mountains hidden in the dark. They crumbled before him like brittle clay hit by a falling star. Nothing could halt his trajectory as he smashed through multiple peaks and hills.

<Warning: the user is in a critical condition!>

<Warning...!>

<Warn...!>

<Recuperation under the moonlight is highly advised!>

A flood of notifications, flashing red instead of their usual blue, filled his vision.

Each one detailed the catastrophic damage his body had sustained.

To Rex, the alerts were pointless; he could feel every ounce of agony radiating from his broken form.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of violent travel, the world stopped spinning. His speed bled away into a nauseating, dragging sensation. Rex tumbled like a broken doll through the void before his body hit the ground in a series of bone-crunching impacts.

When his momentum finally died, he skidded harshly across the dirt.

His left arm was mangled and twisted, and his old wounds had been torn wide open once more.

Whether it was the surge of adrenaline or the influence of his new organ, Rex found the strength to rise despite his screaming nerves. The pain was secondary as his eyes burned with a bright orange light, peering into the distance toward the now-invisible Tomb of Heroes.

Still clutching Stelios’ head, Rex lifted the trophy high.

ROAR—!

His features partially shifted into his Werewolf form as he let out a thunderous, defiant roar.

It was a proclamation of survival—an announcement that the Archangel of Knives had been defeated.

It was a direct message to Empress Morgana: she had failed to sacrifice him.

As soon as his breath failed, Rex collapsed to his knees, gasping for air while his body struggled to begin the regeneration process.

"Kaiser..."

A dry chuckle escaped his lips.

His shoulders shook with bitter laughter at the absurdity of his situation.

In a fit of pure annoyance, he struck the ground with his one good hand, leaving a small crater.

He struck again.

"Kaiser..."

A third time.

"Kaiser...!"

He continued to hit the earth, though each strike became feebler than the last.

Time and again, Kaiser had worked to sabotage his every goal, turning even the simplest missions into life-or-death struggles. He had fought his way into nobility and had even bested the Archangel of Knives.

Yet his victory had been snatched away.

It felt as though nothing was ever allowed to be easy.

Every task was made unnecessarily difficult, all because of the higher beings watching his every move.

Now, he was broken, drained, and lacked the very thing he had come to this realm to find.

Nivellen.

April.

And his allies back in the Mortal Realm.

Rex had made them promises, and now those promises felt like dust.

"You keep ruining everything, over and over again," he snarled at the sky, his eyes filled with resentment for the beings beyond the clouds. The ones who made his life a constant misery. "It seems you won't be satisfied until you're truly dead. Damn it... Damn it all!!"

The frustration was overwhelming.

He had been so close to his goal when this catastrophe struck.

Now, his objective was out of reach.

Even if he had the will to try, there was no way for him to return to the site immediately.

The energy he had gained from devouring Stelios was still swirling within him—a potent, dormant power that needed time to be integrated. Without that process finishing, he lacked the strength to even stand upright.

He was forced to remain still in the oppressive dark of the Black Rift.

While his Sable Physique allowed him to absorb voidal energy, he wasn't entirely immune to the lethal nature of the Rift. He needed to find cover, but in his state, even walking was an impossible task.

Rex’s overconfidence had led him to leave Kraken with Amanir.

Now, he was vulnerable to Voidal Metamorphosis.

Then—he heard it.

The sound of footsteps approaching.

Slowly, Rex turned his head, his vision blurred as he tried to focus on the source of the noise. A dark silhouette was drawing near. Not knowing his location, he tried to prepare for a fight.

It could easily be a voidal beast drawn to his scent.

Rex tried to plant his foot to stand, but he stumbled, his teeth clenched in pain.

He had to get up, or even a low-level Immortal Spirit rank Voidal Monster could end him. But no matter how much he willed his body to move, he simply couldn't find the strength to fight.

"It’s me..."

A familiar voice reached his ears.

A sphere of solar light suddenly cut through the darkness of the Black Rift, revealing the newcomer.

"A-Alana...?" Rex whispered, stunned.

Alana stood a short distance away, looking fragile. One of her eyes was closed, obscured by the blood flowing from her brow. But the most shocking sight was the massive wound across her midsection, a gash so deep it nearly disemboweled her.

That single injury told the whole story of their escape.

At the last second, Alana must have thrown herself in front of him to shield him from that divine strike.

She hadn't avoided the blow entirely, but she had done enough to knock them both out of the direct path of the attack.

If that slash had hit them head-on, they would both be dead.

"You didn't run?" Rex asked, his voice weak and full of surprise. "Why would you risk everything like that?"

"It... it doesn't matter," Alana muttered, stumbling toward him before collapsing to her knees at his side.

She extended her hand and began to channel her power, bathing Rex in healing sunlight to accelerate his recovery. It was a slow process; Rex was still suffering from the effects of enchanted pure silver, and his wounds were still burning from the godly energy of the blade.

Furthermore, the effort was clearly draining the last of Alana's life force.

"Stop, save your strength," Rex whispered. A quick check with his System confirmed she would collapse from exhaustion long before he was fully healed. "Heal yourself if you want to be of any help. I'm going to need you to get us to safety."

Alana coughed, spitting up blood.

She wanted to keep going, but her body was failing.

Eventually, the pain became too much, and she slumped forward, resting her forehead against Rex’s shoulder for support. "I will heal... just don't you dare die. I wouldn't know how to explain it to the Divine Saintess."

Rex wanted to tell her not to worry.

To take it slow.

But as the new Scion on the path to becoming invincible, he knew fate wasn't finished with him.

"Get ready, Alana," Rex said, casting a weary look at their surroundings. "We aren't alone..."