The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1783: Invading the Last Bastion

"Arghkk..."

The Alpha succumbed to the pressure of Adhara’s destructive energy, finally providing the answers Evelyn demanded.

His constitution could only withstand the torment for a minute before consciousness failed him. The mere presence of Adhara’s Anti-Werewolf form proved fatal to any werewolf; even a powerhouse like Flunra had struggled to mitigate the damage in the past. Having that energy surged directly into his veins was nothing short of pure torture.

Her power possessed a lethality that far surpassed the effects of pure silver on their kind.

The physical toll was evident.

Evelyn felt a flash of regret that she couldn't extract every detail she sought before he collapsed.

"Was such a high dose truly necessary?" she inquired, her voice laced with irritation.

She had more to ask, but the Alpha had already blacked out, silenced by the pain.

"I barely used any," Adhara countered defensively. "How was I supposed to know he was that fragile?"

Evelyn shook her head in dismissal and turned back toward the Great Army.

From the Alpha's confession, it was clear that no diplomatic solution existed with Princess Selene. Her faction utterly rejected the authority of the Clarentium Empire. They were convinced that Rex was destined to annihilate the Werewolf Race’s heritage, corrupting it with his lies.

To be honest, Evelyn wasn't shocked by their stance, considering Rex’s history with them.

Consequently, this final confrontation was unavoidable.

Scaling a nearby rock formation, Evelyn was met with the sight of an endless sea of soldiers. The Great Army waited in silence for her command, every warrior burning with the desire to secure a victory in her name.

The mere sight of her caused many faces in the ranks to brighten with fervor.

'Did I go overboard with the scent?' she wondered privately, though she maintained her composed, neutral smile.

Sintra approached her from the flank.

"Your Majesty," she spoke softly, interrupting Evelyn's thoughts.

Sintra had spent the last hour meticulously probing the surroundings, searching for the magical signature of an enemy Shaman.

In a conflict of this scale, Shamans were top-priority targets due to their ability to provide massive buffs to an entire legion. It fell upon her to identify the strength of the opposition's mystics.

Her findings suggested the situation was more dire than they had hoped.

"A War Spell has been cast around the canyon. I estimate at least two Shamans are maintaining the enchantment. If we push into the canyon now, my own War Spell could be suppressed, granting them a str—"

"Can you handle it?" Evelyn interrupted, her tone freezing.

Despite Sintra’s apparent concern, Evelyn didn't trust her words at face value. Following their previous dispute, Sintra knew her standing was precarious.

Failing Evelyn would mean answering to Prince Alaric, or even worse, the Royal Black Prince himself.

Sintra had grown too bold in voicing her opinions, momentarily forgetting that the balance of power favored Evelyn and the Silverstar Pack. This final battle was her opportunity to redeem herself through service.

"I suspect you’re highlighting this only to ensure I recognize your importance," Evelyn remarked coldly.

"Hehe..." Sintra gave a raspy chuckle. "Naturally, two Shamans are no match for me. I will deal with them."

"Good," Evelyn said, looking away to address the gathered forces.

As she walked toward them, the Great Army snapped into perfect formation like elite guards. Not a single warrior wavered; they moved with a cohesion that suggested decades of shared training.

However, it was their collective will that truly bound them together.

They shared a fierce resolve to expand the empire’s glory.

More than anything, they wanted to present the Empress with a victory tonight to earn her favor.

"The war has reached its final stage. Our foes have pushed away our hand of peace, clinging instead to the grudges of the past," Evelyn declared. Her voice was calm yet carried across the entire distance. "They oppose a new dawn. They oppose peace. They oppose the inevitable. They stand against us!"

Low growls and grunts of agreement rippled through the ranks.

Anticipation surged within every soldier.

They were finished with the old hatreds; they wanted to build something new in this era.

While many hadn't fought in the previous wars, they knew the Emperor had been pushed to his limits by the Scarlet Banes Kingdom. Even so, the Emperor had allowed the Empress to offer them a chance at mercy.

"Our empire and its citizens are not like them," Evelyn continued, her gaze sweeping over the eager faces. "We look toward a future more radiant than they can conceive. Therefore, it is our duty to eliminate those who refuse to evolve, those who live in the shadows of the past. Show them the power of our empire."

A soft smile graced Evelyn’s lips as her eyes ignited with a purple glow.

A faint, violet aura began to steam from her body.

"For the empire. For the Emperor. Bring me this victory."

Rumble—!

The moment she finished, the silence shattered.

It wasn't a mere cheer; it was a primal roar—a collective shout from thousands of throats that shook the very earth.

The sound hit like a kinetic wave, a surge of pure devotion that made the ground tremble and sent birds scattering in terror. Shields clashed against armor in a thundering rhythm. Weapons and claws were thrust toward the heavens.

The canyon walls seemed to vibrate from the sheer volume, the noise growing into a rolling storm of thunder.

The display of loyalty was so intense it felt more like a celebration than a prelude to war.

Victory seemed a foregone conclusion.

Evelyn listened with satisfaction.

This was an army that didn't just follow orders; they hungered for the fight.

"What is going on?" Adhara asked, appearing from the side. She was stunned to see the army roaring Evelyn’s name with such intensity. "That level of devotion isn't normal... What did you do to them?"

"Nothing at all," Evelyn said, flicking her hair as she turned to leave. "I simply gave them some encouragement."

"Right," Adhara scoffed. "As if I’d believe that."

Shortly after.

Led by Valkis, the Great Army descended into the Verrathen Canyon and began their advance.

Ambushes erupted from the shadows, attempting to whittle down their numbers as they moved forward.

It was the classic hit-and-run strategy werewolves favored against superior numbers.

Furthermore, the nearing Blood Moon had enhanced the raw power and ferocity of every enemy werewolf. The lower-ranked Supernaturals in the Great Army struggled to match them in close quarters—but Valkis’ tactical adjustments saved them.

Whenever an ambush occurred, the werewolves were met by the physically strongest units in the front.

From the safety of the center, Elves rained down arrows to help repel the attackers.

Even though some enemy Alphas held King Marks and difficult abilities, the damage was minimized by the formation. They lost only a few hundred to a thousand soldiers while inflicting heavy casualties on the enemy.

Given the circumstances, the outcome was highly favorable.

Growl—!

A werewolf pack broke and fled after their Alpha was brutally killed.

The seven survivors retreated on all fours, tails tucked in fear, realizing that staying meant certain death. The horror was magnified by the fact that a single werewolf had done this.

A creature that could only be described as an Alpha Prime.

Mavok finished tearing into the fallen Alpha and looked up at the retreating pack.

Blood stained his maw, and his eyes shimmered with predatory glee.

He shoved his hand into the chest of the corpse and ripped out the heart—the only prize he bothered with during the heat of battle. As he bit into it, the warm, metallic taste of blood filled his mouth.

The Blood Moon King Mark on his brow flared with a sinister, brilliant light.

Swoosh—!

Mavok closed the distance to the fleeing Betas in a heartbeat.

With a flash of his claws, he tore through them, bathing in the resulting spray of blood.

One Beta managed to dodge by pivoting sharply.

Mavok skidded across the dirt from the sudden momentum, kicking up a cloud of dust.

He recovered instantly, his eyes locked on his target, and dug his claws into the earth to swing his body around.

In one fluid motion, he lunged at the final Beta.

Terrified by the glowing red claws infused with kingly energy, the Beta tried to scramble away, but Mavok’s grip was like iron. He seized the creature's leg, pinning it in place.

Roar!

The Beta let out a desperate, defiant cry.

Mavok simply climbed over the creature, his claws stabbing deep until he reached the heart and ended its life.

Just as before, he took the heart to consume it.

Looking ahead, he tilted his head at the strange sight before him.

The main body of the Great Army was catching up to his position.

Evelyn, Adhara, and Gistella arrived at the front of the column where the path opened up.

Their expressions grew grim as they surveyed the scene.

A massive, swirling wall of fog blocked the path to the main square. It was unnaturally thick—a dense vortex that looked almost solid to the touch. This living barrier had been purposefully placed to stop the Great Army’s progress.

The three members of the Silverstar Pack moved toward the mist.

Behind them, the officers ordered the army to take up defensive positions facing the barrier.

Every legion stood ready.

No one needed to be told what the mist was; they all understood this was the site of the primary conflict.

The main square lay beyond that wall, where the bulk of the enemy forces waited. Since scouts had been watching them the whole way, the enemy knew exactly how powerful the Great Army was.

Surrender would have been the logical choice.

But as the captured Alpha had warned, Princess Selene would not yield.

Her pride was going to cost many lives.

Losing her patience, Adhara’s body erupted in violent bursts of violet fire.

She summoned her spirit—a serpent of violet flames—and gestured forward.

HISS—!

The spectral serpent lunged, transforming into a searing bolt of violet heat that pierced the wall of mist. Within seconds, the fog began to burn from the inside out as the unnatural flames consumed the grey vapor.

The center of the fog glowed with a dark, predatory purple light.

Then, the flames reached their peak and detonated.

Splash—!

Adhara blew the wall of mist apart, sending the remnants scattering like retreating spirits.

Feeling the sudden surge of energy from the square, Gistella moved in front of Evelyn, creating a shimmering blue barrier. She shifted into her werewolf form, her skin hardening with protective scales.

Behind them, the Great Army prepared for the clash.

A massive clatter of metal rang out as thousands of soldiers braced themselves.

They were ready for the impact.

Adhara transformed as well, releasing her debilitating energy into the air.

Her brilliant white fur, shimmering with a metallic luster, was revealed.

In a fight against her own kind, she was the ultimate vanguard.

As the mist evaporated, the opposing army finally came into view.

Evelyn’s brow furrowed immediately; she realized this would be a difficult fight.

'This is far more than I anticipated...'