The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1827: God-Killer

Princess Davina fiercely rejected the notion of Rex engaging in such an act.

She struggled to grasp how he could even contemplate something like that.

Understanding the thoughts swirling in his head felt impossible, akin to peering into the depths of a vast, shadowy sea. Rex excelled in every endeavor, particularly in matters of endurance and tactical combat prowess.

Yet, regarding those he held dear, he consistently fell short.

Short in grasping the necessary actions to take.

He was evading the issue. Princess Davina could sense it clearly.

And the deeper she pondered, the greater her irritation grew.

"Hating me forever?" Rex looked aside, waving off the discussion. "That’s too much."

"I don’t understand," Princess Davina let out a sharp breath, gazing at Rex as if he were a jumbled array of puzzle fragments. "How can someone with divine achievements like yours shy away from this? In your position, anyone else would impose demands unilaterally on others. Self-centered, sure, but it’s expected. You’ve essentially claimed dominance over the mightiest faction in this world. You’ve confronted death as if it were trivial. So why fear us?"

"I’m just one strong figure among countless others," Rex replied with a heavy sigh. "It’s not worth boasting about."

"Not worth boasting?" Princess Davina snorted derisively. "Only moments ago, your aura surged across miles and pierced through every form of energy present in this world. Overcoming life energy and voidal energy alike. Who else could achieve that? I doubt anyone here possesses such capability."

"You’re giving me too much credit." Rex avoided her gaze. He simply couldn’t meet it. "It’s no big deal."

"Are you afraid of committing to me?" She pressed at last. Her stare intensified, noting Rex’s persistent evasion. She seized his chin and compelled him to face her directly. "You’re so powerful. What could I possibly do to frighten you this way? If I shatter your heart, you could end me. If I disappoint you, you could end me. If you desire it, you could end me. What could possibly terrify you into avoiding commit—"

"Whenever I draw near to someone, they often meet their end," Rex confessed at last. "I dread witnessing your death."

Princess Davina froze in place.

She peered into his deep eyes and discerned nothing but honesty.

Though she longed to claim full knowledge of him, she realized she didn’t. She lacked insight into his upbringing. No clue about his origins. Nothing about the events that shaped his life prior to arriving in the Spirit Realm.

The bulk of personal details she held about him stemmed from the previous day.

Beyond that, she remained in the dark.

"I watched my parents slaughtered before my very eyes. My adoptive parents perished on my account. A woman I cherished died due to my involvement. All those I hold close end up dying because of me," Rex pulled his chin free and stared into the distance. "The blood I’ve shed... It haunts me relentlessly. And it will persist until I attain the ultimate goal.

"I’m merely one individual. My foes number in the legions. As a Silverstar now, you stand near me. But drawing even nearer... that terrifies me," Rising to his feet, he moved toward the ledge, observing the distant skyline. From her view, his shoulders appeared wide, yet they sagged under the burden of what lay ahead. "I fear what I might become if I suffer further losses."

"Who are these... enemies?" Princess Davina rose as well. "What force could cause you such concern?"

"You called me God-like. Perhaps there’s truth in that," Rex glanced back over his shoulder. "But it falls far short, since my adversaries transcend that. True Gods. Budding Gods. Entities dwelling in Chaos. How do you suppose I measure up against them?"

The response, naturally, was evident.

Compared to such entities, he amounted to little more than a mere particle. His cries rang empty against their immense might. At present, Rex’s strength remained nowhere near sufficient to challenge them. Forming deeper bonds with Princess Davina, or anyone else, proved daunting, given the nature of his opponents.

Similar to Ignatius, one could descend and mercilessly eliminate everyone he valued.

And he’d possess scant means to prevent it.

Until his power grew adequate, forging closer ties with others seemed unwise.

Rex hoped Princess Davina would challenge his stance. Despite his spoken words and physical retreats, he yearned for her opposition. He had already embraced the desire to safeguard those around him.

To truly shed his ingrained patterns, he required just a gentle nudge. A final encouragement to embrace greater boldness.

To his astonishment, Princess Davina burst into laughter.

Rex’s brow furrowed as he faced her. None of his statements warranted amusement, yet she laughed heartily.

Rarely did he witness her mirth. She appeared even more stunning when smiling, though this wasn’t the moment for levity. "What in my words amuses you?" He inquired coolly. "This isn’t something to find humorous."

"You inquired how I view your standing against them," Princess Davina met his eyes directly. "And you presumed the outcome was plain. Yet I believe they... your enemies ought to tremble within their divine halls," She flashed a assured grin. "I’m convinced that shortly, you’ll eclipse every one of them."

Her response stunned Rex.

Anyone discovering Gods as adversaries would tremble in fear.

Even Rex himself had quaked upon first encountering the Lunirich Gods.

The cause was straightforward; against divine might, a mortal stood powerless. Utterly so.

But Princess Davina held a different view.

Princess Davina hesitated briefly before responding honestly, but the emerging smile on Rex’s features suggested she tread the correct course. It dawned on her then that Rex sought her rebuttal. Wanted her to label his behavior foolish.

Certainly, the underlying motive eluded her, but it held no importance.

"You’re uttering these warnings to intimidate me," She dismissed with a wave. Her wolf ears flattened, signaling annoyance. "But never have you appeared to question your capacity to oppose them. Never do you wonder if victory lies within reach. At your core, you recognize that you’ll confront them in time.

"So, what reason exists for fear? They’re Gods. Don’t you believe behaving this way might only provoke them to target those you cherish?" She drew nearer and leaned forward as though sharing a secret. "Rest assured, I’ll match your pace. I hadn’t considered it earlier, but becoming a God-killer carries an appealing grandeur for me."

By now, Rex’s smile had widened to its fullest extent.

His crimson eyes gleamed brightly as the final restraint holding him back snapped entirely.

No longer must he dread the loss of loved ones. No longer envision himself as the victim. No longer hold back from pursuing his desires. Moving forward, if something caught his interest, he would seize it.

If closeness to another appealed to him, he would pursue it.

What if the Gods threatened their lives? What if grief from another bereavement struck again?

Death shadowed the living inevitably, regardless.

Thus, why hesitate any longer?

"Moreover," Princess Davina tossed her hair and folded her arms. "If you fail to claim me, another will. I remain a princess, after all. Suitors abound for me. Perhaps it’s time I entertain the Crown Prince, assuming he survives somewhere."

"None of them meet your lofty expectations—I’d wager. Only I do," He encircled Princess Davina’s waist and drew her against him until their forms pressed together. "Furthermore, the instant you joined the Silverstars... you became mine."

"Is that the case?" She laughed softly and rested her palms on his chest. "Then, as dowry, I demand a weapon crafted from a God’s essence and form. As you noted, my expectations soar high, so I anticipate your thorough arrangements."

Rex chuckled, amused by stepping into her playful script, "Agreed. I’ll forge it for you."

"Excellent. Let’s seal a vow, then," Princess Davina stepped away, creating some distance.

A restrained smile graced her lips, her eyes gleaming with an insightful spark that urged Rex to play along. She lifted her gaze to the overcast heavens and executed a subtle, regal motion with her hand, embodying a princess proclaiming an edict. "Sir Rex," She declared, her tone infused with whimsical authority. "Please adjust the ambiance. It’s woefully unsuitable for a pledge."

"As you wish, Your Highness," Rex waved his hand, conjuring a orb of blood.

It brimmed with vital energy—the Blood Moon Echo engaged.

Gradually, the small lunar form ascended and lingered overhead, dispelling the gloom.

Crimson radiance illuminated their figures.

Rex called forth a ceremonial attire in black and white, mirroring the one he donned prior to his crucial assignment involving Morgana. The scarlet moonlight transformed the garment into a tapestry of gentle creases and profound shadows; the gold threading on its sleeves gleamed like far-off celestial bodies.

This stemmed from the System’s suggestion.

Next, he bent into a profound, ceremonial bow—executed with seamless grace.

His posture aligned with impeccable deference as his head lowered sufficiently for the moonlight to skim the ebony strands of his hair. In this instant, he embodied a devoted knight to his selected lady.

Facing him, Princess Davina mirrored the elegance.

Her silhouette shimmered and shaped into a delicate silk dress bearing the starry silver hue.

She offered no query about the dress’s origin.

Despite the dense red moonlight, her presence radiated silvery brilliance.

The elaborate material of her form-fitting dress transitioned from lustrous silver near the bodice to a deep crimson at the base, its folds twinkling akin to cosmic dust. She dipped into a profound curtsy, one foot gliding backward while her gown’s layers spread around her like a wave of rosy pearls.

Her back remained rigidly poised, honed by practice.

She avoided dropping her eyes, instead locking onto his—a deep commitment reflected in her gaze.

"I vow," She intoned, the moonlight accentuating her smile, "and pledge my loyalty, to stand beside you as you seize the Gods’ might and topple their thrones. Provided you satisfy my modest dowry request."

"And I pledge upon my honor as your affianced this night," he responded, suppressing a laugh, "to serve as your protector and blade along the route only the boldest would attempt. I promise to become a God-killer and ready your dowry, or fail utterly."

For a brief, timeless instant, they held their stances like sculpted figures.

Two effigies of refined poise, hewn from twilight and sanguine glow.

Whether wise or reckless, in this precise moment, their bond had deepened beyond any prior closeness.

...

Dorn drew in a steady breath while eyeing the enormous marble portal ahead.

Two sentinels, among the mightiest serving the Gatekeepers and Council, stood watch over it.

He now wore the official robes of the Lava Gatekeeper: a form-fitting suit of dark fabric accented with fiery orange. A flowing band of vivid silk, resembling flowing lava, encircled his midsection, diagonally traversed his chest, and draped elegantly along his left flank.

Every element of the attire radiated intense warmth and authority.

As a senior Gatekeeper, his reputation preceded him, marked by his unflappable demeanor.

Yet at present, fissures appeared in his composed facade.

Cracks that even the motionless guards observed.

Given the current circumstances, however, the pair felt no astonishment.

Presently, accompanied by a low, rumbling creak, the grand entrance parted. Without delay, the two guards acted in flawless harmony, shoving against the immense barriers. Dorn adjusted his stance rigidly, crossing one arm over his abdomen in formality. A fierce, dazzling illumination seeped from the expanding fissure, enveloping them all.

With the portal fully ajar, he advanced within, now confronting the full assembly of the Sky People’s council.