The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1808: Perfectly Like Him

Aooouu—!

A piercing howl erupted just as Emperor Dominar whipped around to face it.

Rex's words left him puzzled, yet they ignited a heavy dread deep in his gut.

It felt like he'd overlooked something crucial.

As though a massive catastrophe loomed on the horizon.

"The Reap and Sow Echo can create a myriad of things," Emperor Dominar declared, his tone sharp and biting. "No sound can penetrate this invisible dome I created. Even the traitorous Althea beside you wouldn’t be able to hear you howl. What do you even think of doing? Who would even dare to answer your call?"

Rex faced overwhelming disadvantages.

Not just vastly inferior in strength to Emperor Dominar, he was also restrained—and right in the enemy's core domain. Even with ten versions of himself, escape remained impossible. His fate seemed sealed in death.

Yet impossibility merely serves as the feeble excuse of those blind to greater possibilities.

Rex's lips twisted into a sly grin as his howl faded away.

"How long has it been since you sat on your comfortable throne?" He questioned, fixing his savage gaze on the emperor, who usually exuded divine composure. Now, faint worry etched across his features. "How long has it been since you dirtied yourself with a true battle to the death? How long have you thought that you’re entitled to the lives of the people around you?"

Emperor Dominar offered no reply.

Truthfully, Rex required no response to realize it had been countless ages.

As one of the realm's mightiest, clashes with peers were exceedingly scarce for him.

"You’ve dulled your senses," Rex's grin widened across his face—like a crescent moon. Devilish. "My howl isn’t the only way I can spill your empire’s doom."

Emperor Dominar’s brows furrowed even deeper.

Rumble...

The entire area started to quiver violently.

Nobles staggered unsteadily. Servants tripped and tumbled into the flowing stream. Tableware crashed and broke apart. Even the crabapple trees lost their steady poise as leaves cascaded through the Milky Garden like a downpour. It resembled the apocalypse unfolding.

Given the multiple layers of suppression clamping down on Rex’s form, this development stunned everyone present.

He couldn't muster his energy at all, yet the world quaked in response to him.

Suddenly, Emperor Dominar spotted a dark flash twisting away from Rex’s restrained figure.

It consisted of threads of voidal energy.

No one could manipulate voidal energy. And even if someone could, the version emerging from Rex surpassed in purity even that of the Voidal Princes. A searing violet emblem, formed like a cluster of twisting serpents, revealed itself on Rex’s chest, visible even through the enclosing cocoon.

"I’m weaker than you," Rex proclaimed, drawing Emperor Dominar’s focus amid the turmoil. "I can’t do anything to you, and that’s a fact. I can admit that. But doesn’t that mean I only needed to find somebody who could?"

"You—?!" Emperor Dominar’s heart jolted sharply.

A wave of dark glee surged through Rex as he deciphered the emperor’s expression. Executing is not personal, he claims. He dictated the rules: no boundaries, no limits. Under those terms, erasing the empire entirely became the inevitable next step.

"Empress Morgana made me acquainted with him," Rex went on. "This is all thanks to her."

"You made a deal with a mona—?!

Swoosh—!

Emperor Dominar lunged toward Rex, but the moment had already slipped away.

Right at the rooftop's core, amid the throng of nobles, a shadow pool separated from the marble surface, spiraling upward into a furious whirl of otherworldly power. The more powerful nobles detected it, their bodies coiling for combat, only to face the harsh reality of their powerlessness once more.

The silver bracelets encircling their wrists buzzed with restraining force.

A constraint solely within Emperor Dominar’s control to lift.

Therefore, their reactions came too late.

Linthia’s shadowy silhouette rose from the swirling vortex. Her shining obsidian eyes, infused with the might of the unknown, mirrored the Blood Moon overhead as she unleashed a shrieking wail like a banshee. A devastating sonic wave barreled across the rooftop, rupturing the nobles’ eardrums.

Blood trickled from their ears.

Only the royal knights and Emperor Dominar escaped the worst of it.

Lacking the silver bracelets, they managed to shield themselves.

Still, the protection wasn't flawless, as the scream disoriented them briefly for several seconds.

Amid the pandemonium, Liliana, squinting with a single eye, noticed a nearby royal knight holding the keys.

She knocked the royal knight off balance and snatched the keys before darting to the captives.

Her ears buzzed relentlessly. All incoming sounds dulled to a haze, accompanied by stabbing pain that forced her to wince. Driven purely by determination, she pushed through the agony and staggered toward Althea. Yet mere steps from reaching her, the ground split open.

Liliana struggled to stay upright, but the floor gave way beneath her.

At the last instant, she flung the keys toward the tower.

Emperor Dominar recovered first from the banshee's cry. His ethereal form ignited with a green flare that banished any lingering debuffs. Grace vanished from his actions now.

Replaced by desperate haste as he lifted his eyes once more.

His reflexes proved lightning-quick.

Swifter than any Rex had witnessed, save for werewolves.

Swoosh—!

His flowing hair lashed out like unleashed natural wrath, aiming to ensnare and slay Rex in a flash. A violet barrier intercepted the strike. This compelled Emperor Dominar to clench his jaw. The surprise assault had blindsided him utterly.

That blow could obliterate a Divine Spirit rank instantly, yet it bounced away effortlessly.

Rex bellowed in delight, mocking the emperor with laughter. Duke Lorcan and the recovering nobles halted, staring in awe at the terrifying vision of Rex’s authentic shape. A beast defying comprehension, radiating an inexhaustible reddish aura.

Those familiar with the form spotted an evolution.

Previously, Rex’s transformation intimidated deeply. Now, it ascended to unprecedented ferocity.

Liquid black furs with a glossy sheen burst from his flesh, intertwining to form adaptive armor. The facial bones cracked and reshaped with moist snaps, crafting a prolonged, savage muzzle. His frame, formerly just over six feet, ballooned savagely, tearing the cocoon apart to reveal a towering ten-foot behemoth of raw sinew and darkness.

Arcing horns pierced through his skull, a trait solely his own.

Rex tensed his muscles and shattered the cocoon's hold.

Every lance piercing him splintered into harmless fragments, scattering like withered foliage. Although the pink flower intensified its siphoning grip twofold, it proved irrelevant. Under the full moon, under the Blood Moon, his strength surged like an unstoppable ocean; the drain was but a tiny bird sipping from a tempest.

<Notice: the Blood Moon Blessing has arrived!>

<Blood Eclipse skill has been bestowed upon the user!>

<Please choose one energy to eclipse!>

<Affirmative!>

Rex’s eyes flashed with lethal purpose. A red mist coiled from his nostrils on the exhale.

Then, drawing a profound breath, his regal roar boomed forth.

Roar—!

Crack—!

Akin to an EMP surge shutting down all devices, the roar's shockwave stripped vital energy from everyone nearby. All life energy within the vicinity got eclipsed, neutralizing it completely for the instant.

Emperor Dominar fell victim to it as well.

Nevertheless, the empire's reserves ran deep.

Confronting a divine phenomenon from a godlike being, he held firm.

An unseen pale-green crown of thorny vines and twelve jagged spines materialized above Emperor Dominar’s head, its glow nullifying the Blood Eclipse skill and restoring his access to life energy. Even in this dire chaos, his thoughts stayed composed.

Swiftly, he invoked the Reap and Sow Echo to strike at Rex anew.

But abruptly, the earth beneath Rex crumbled.

Rather than plummeting, he launched skyward, and the whipping force from the Reap and Sow Echo collided with unyielding hide. Emperor Dominar glanced upward to see a colossal black serpent. Voidal energy danced along its scales, shielding it from the Reap and Sow Echo—and the glow from the Citadel-class Obelisk of Life.

A Voidal Prince.

Such an entity ought to be crushed for breaching the royal domain, yet it persisted.

Rex had orchestrated this. And he was ready.

"Meet my new friends," Rex gazed down upon the emperor and nobles like a deity overlooking mortals. He perched atop the snarling serpent's crown, and disbelief etched the nobles’ visages. Associating with the emerging Voidal Monarch—the White Mask—marked him as deranged. "I reckoned a Voidal Monarch is more than strong enough to fare against you, Your Majesty."

The revelation failed to halt the turmoil.

Linthia parried the unending assaults from the royal knights.

It formed a ceaseless, synchronized barrage that overwhelmed her guards.

She channeled the core essence of the Well of the Untold in this moment.

In this condition, which she termed the Drifting Nymph state; she merged as an appendage of the well. Beyond the surge in power, she tapped into the well’s bizarre authority. However, this marked her initial attempt, leaving her disoriented at most.

Devoid of life energy, the royal knights remained daunting adversaries. Expertly drilled and unified.

Linthia weaved through the space, trailing wisps of smoke while dodging strike after strike.

Her Soul Artifact, a duo of shadowy fairy wings, pulsed with the foreign power within her.

A sword blade shimmered and slashed downward—nicking her cheek as she evaded. She tumbled onto the marble, rolling until she crashed against the stone balustrade. Her eyelids shut tight. Her concentration fixed entirely on her wings.

Mere seconds passed before three royal knights loomed over her.

They gripped longswords slathered in a viscous toxin. Poisonous coating.

As the whistling of slicing air pierced Linthia’s hearing, and the three blade points brushed her forehead, her eyes snapped wide. Her wings surged with energy in a reflexive burst, and she dissolved from the deadly spot in an instant.

No, not dissolved. But shifted to an intangible state.

Behind her position, the longswords pounded the marble with a thunderous clang of metal.

Linthia’s shape dispersed into swirling dark fumes.

Her physique morphed into a mere orb of obscurity that darted faster than sight could follow.

She barreled into the nearest royal knight, who reeled from her trick, and passed through his plating and flesh like a specter. The otherworldly force locked the royal knight rigid, but without halting, Linthia pierced the remaining two.

All three stood immobilized as if time halted.

Linthia reverted to her solid form, and with metallic rattles, the trio of royal knights dropped to their knees. Jet-black energy poured from their armor's gaps like a flood. It surged uncontrollably, submerging them internally.

None perished.

For all her heritage, she lacked the potency to slay them outright.

But the three were sidelined indefinitely.

Linthia lifted her sight to the unfolding drama ahead, her gaze alight with wonder and intense loyalty.

"So, that’s where he went," she whispered, her stare fixed on the unbelievable scene: Rex poised upon the Voidal Prince’s head like a victor claiming a toppled realm. It exceeded her boldest expectations. "Insane... and perfectly like him. But how in Mother Nature’s name did he broker a deal with a Voidal Monarch?"

The sudden attack strayed from his strategy; that much was certain.

Yet Linthia trusted Rex to navigate any peril, no matter the odds.

Her faith proved well-founded.

Still, curiosity tugged at her. ’What’s he going to do next? How is he going to go about destroying the empire?’ A thrilled grin spread across her lips. ’Thinking about it is making me excited.’