The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1785: Not Unfair

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In the ancient traditions, every full moon was embodied by a single royal werewolf.

This individual would inherit the specific temperament and raw power that defined the true nature of that particular full moon.

This cycle has persisted since the dawn of time.

Regarding the Blood Moon Prince, an insatiable bloodlust is his permanent shadow—a trait impossible to suppress, regardless of his level of self-discipline. When such a prince possesses a naturally aggressive spirit, the inevitable outcome is obvious.

He would not only pose a lethal threat to those nearby but also become a source of great instability for many.

Such intense fury and hostility surely drove him toward combat and slaughter far beyond the norm.

Due to these inherent characteristics, the Night’s Triarchy was established.

This elite circle of royal guardians was charged with protecting him and preventing catastrophe during his violent episodes.

The group is composed of a Shaman and two terrifying close-combat specialists.

The Origin personally selected every member of this guard.

While official guardians followed the Blood Moon Prince, this specific unit existed solely to manage the prince whenever he succumbed to his berserk state. To those in the know, they were considered the prince's true protectors.

The official guards, after all, typically only intervened during external threats.

For those chosen to serve in this elite squad—tasked with containing and engaging the Blood Moon Prince at all times—their prowess had to be legendary. It was a role that claimed the lives of many, often within a single year.

To have survived this duty for thousands of years while others perished quickly was a testament to immense power.

Their levels of physical strength and resilience were almost beyond comprehension.

Observing the reactions of the werewolves within the Great Army who recognized this unit, Evelyn realized she was facing genuine monsters, similar to Flunra. Laynkard was the kind of werewolf who would easily slaughter anyone foolish enough to underestimate him.

Even so, her faith in Adhara remained unshaken.

The girl had undergone a massive transformation.

Evelyn could sense that Adhara’s power had surged once more.

Though her rank might not have shifted, her aura felt sharper and more potent, resembling a refined blade.

The duel with Sven had clearly granted her new levels of enlightenment.

"Let’s spare these people, shall we?" Adhara said, straightening her posture.

Though her tone was light, her voice resonated across the hushed battlefield, reaching every ear in the vicinity.

"Slaughter is never our goal," she went on, her glowing white eyes fixed on Laynkard with unwavering resolve. "The empress has no wish for a massacre. Neither do I. Let’s settle this cleanly. Just you and me."

"Hah!" Laynkard let out an excited cackle, his eyes gleaming with intensity.

It was a bold, direct provocation.

A single glance told Adhara that Laynkard was fundamentally different from other werewolves.

His aura felt lethally sharp, yet his pulse remained steady throughout their initial exchanges—a sign that his prowess might rival that of Princess Selene. If that were true, he was undoubtedly the second most powerful among them, trailing only Sven.

Such unnatural calm was a hallmark of the truly mighty.

Adhara stood as the strongest within the Great Army.

And there was no question that Laynkard was the pinnacle of the enemy forces.

It was the ideal confrontation to decide the outcome of the war.

"I have encountered many youths like you. Young wolves who believe the entire world rests in their palms, thinking they only need to close their grip to own it," Laynkard remarked, his eyes drifting as if searching through ancient memories.

Then, his focus snapped back, sharp and penetrating.

"But few actually survive that lesson. Passion lacking a true purpose is merely a fire that consumes the one who carries it," he continued, lifting his fist as if hoisting the weight of the world. "True power is found in knowing when to let the flames roar... and when to temper the fire."

A smirk played on Laynkard’s lips. "Are you certain this isn't the moment to temper your fire?"

It was a straightforward question.

While the answer should have been simple, Adhara bowed her head in deep thought.

The weight of his words seemed to press heavily upon her soul.

"My Alpha..." she whispered, gazing down at her hands. "I have spent my life trying to reach his level. When he turned into a werewolf, I followed. When he grieved over his limitations, I grieved because I couldn't help. When he pushed himself in training, I did the same. From the moment we met, I have done everything possible to catch up to him."

"Do you believe I proposed this just to find a grave?"

"Do you think that because I am young, I haven't already asked myself that very question?"

"I already have, Laynkard," Adhara said, tightening her grip as violet flames swirled around her in a violent cyclone. "I called for this duel not just to prevent more death, but because I am certain I can strike you down before your princess's eyes."

A roar of thunderous laughter burst from Laynkard.

The sound echoed everywhere; he hadn't expected his heart to race so fiercely at her response.

Despite the countless young warriors he had seen, none were quite like her.

"What a formidable enemy you have called forth, princess!" Laynkard shouted over his shoulder, looking toward a figure perched on a distant cathedral balcony. "Forget the ancient era. Forget the legends and false geniuses. This girl will shatter the warriors of our generation!"

Laynkard continued to laugh wildly.

He was genuinely thrilled to face such a powerful werewolf.

In his mind, it felt almost like a waste to end her life so soon.

Adhara looked back at her own leader, seeking the final word from the head of the empire.

’Are you certain about this, Adhara?’ Evelyn’s voice entered her mind.

Valkis had spoken in a whisper earlier, but the message reached Adhara with perfect clarity.

She wasn't fighting a common soldier; she was facing the absolute elite.

This was a first-generation survivor who had endured the most brutal environments of his time.

’You’re making your feelings obvious, Evelyn,’ Adhara said with a strained smile, her frame vibrating from the tension. ’You want to avoid killing these werewolves, and I get that. Let me help you make that a reality.’

’You’re doing this just for my sake...?’ Evelyn’s expression tightened. ’If that’s the case, you don’t—’

’I am the Female Alpha. Even though I dislike your position as empress or Luna—and as much as it pains me to admit—this role fits me,’ Adhara interrupted. ’I’ve always wanted to stand beside Rex. This is how I do it.’

’You can’t stand beside him if you’re dead. Caraptaros is ready to intervene, but Laynkard is a first-generation monster. Flunra... Flunra is just a soldier and he knows ancient secrets. Imagine what Laynkard is capable of?’ Evelyn hesitated, dreading the combat. ’He might actually be able to kill you.’

’Humanity couldn't kill Rex. The Rastrikan Demons failed. The Executor failed. The Witch of Chaos and even a God failed,’ Adhara’s voice shook as she spoke. ’I might not have his raw power yet, but I can match his spirit. Taking Laynkard’s life... that’s where I begin.’

Evelyn looked down, processing the gravity of the choice.

No matter what Adhara argued, this felt like a terrible gamble.

Suddenly, Gistella took her hand.

Even without hearing the mental link, Gistella understood the nature of their conflict.

"If this is what Adhara desires, let her proceed. Even if the worst happens, the blame does not lie with you," she said, squeezing Evelyn’s hand to offer comfort. "And remember, she is an Anti-Werewolf. This is the fight she was born to win."

Gistella turned her gaze toward the balcony in the distance.

Princess Selene was watching.

"Look at her," Gistella whispered, nodding toward the princess. "She is already hesitating. She might not even take the bet. If she declines the challenge now, you’ve defeated her spiritually before the fight even starts. Her army’s spirit will crumble."

’Let me do this, Evelyn,’ Adhara urged, her voice smooth and persuasive. ’I promise... I will bring you his head.’

Under the combined pressure of her two companions, Evelyn finally gave in.

She couldn't say no when both were pushing her so hard toward this path.

The final choice was hers, but she had been led to the affirmative.

"Princess Selene!" Evelyn’s voice boomed toward the balcony, addressing the rebel leader. "What is your answer? Let’s avoid a bloodbath and decide this through a duel. Your champion against mine..."

Princess Selene recoiled slightly, as if the offer carried physical weight.

To everyone's surprise, she remained quiet.

Even the werewolves in her own ranks turned to look at her, waiting for a response.

"The Scarlet Banes Kingdom belongs to the Clarentium Empire," Evelyn declared firmly. "I did not come to commit a massacre, but to end a rebellion. Accept this, and I promise you can retain half the kingdom if you emerge victorious."

The silence continued.

Just as Gistella noted, Princess Selene was visibly shaken by their presence.

Given the string of defeats her forces had suffered, her hesitation was understandable.

"I’ll take you on as well..." Adhara said, pointing at another werewolf in the enemy ranks.

This one also possessed the long limbs characteristic of Laynkard, but its fur was brown with a rusty tint. Frozen sheets of ice covered its arms, marking it as a scion of the Ice and Snow Full Moon.

Most disturbing were the eight eyes surrounding its neck.

Six smaller eyes flanked two large main eyes, providing a complete field of vision.

Adhara recognized this creature as another member of the Night’s Triarchy.

Valkis had mentioned three members; this had to be the second.

Laynkard remained silent at the suggestion.

He didn't take offense. It was clear Adhara was serious, and he respected her resolve.

"Two against one!" Evelyn shouted, her expression darkening as she accepted Adhara’s terms. "Does the Silverstar Pack truly terrify you that much?"

Growl—!

The enemy army erupted instantly, baring teeth and snarling in rage.

They couldn't stand the implication that their princess was afraid.

On the other side, the Great Army voiced its own disapproval—a roar of clashing steel and shouts. Many soldiers cried out that they were ready to charge the entire enemy host. They argued that dying in battle was better than letting Adhara face such an unfair fight alone.

Evelyn raised a hand, demanding silence.

She understood their perspective, but this was Adhara’s wish.

It was also a way to end the conflict with less total bloodshed.

"Very well," Princess Selene finally called out. "Do not break your promise, Empress..."

"A pleasure to meet you," the other werewolf said, stepping out. "I am Olarim, and choosing me was your final mistake."

Swoosh—!

Without waiting for the usual pre-battle tension to peak, Adhara attacked.

She didn't care for formalities or names.

Sensing the lethal intent, Laynkard and Olarim lunged forward to meet her.

Laynkard reached her first.

He observed Adhara’s low center of gravity and swung his claws in a sweeping arc.

It was a testing blow.

Having seen her potential in her words alone, he wanted to witness her combat style. Only then would he decide to get serious or end her life immediately.

The head-on clash didn't make her flinch; she dove inside his reach with total confidence, evading the first strike. Her fluid movements radiated power and a fierce will that brought a smile to his face.

Laynkard’s claws scraped against her thick, white fur.

Sparks flew as if his talons had struck solid iron.

He was knocked aside, stumbling several steps as he lost his footing.

When he turned back, his eyes went wide with shock.

Olarim’s head had been ripped from his neck and was currently flying across Laynkard’s field of vision.