The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1834: Indifferent

A werewolf possesses an extraordinarily keen sense of smell, bordering on the supernatural.

During the plunder of Sky City, one Shade Crawler detected a key individual carrying Dorn's scent and alerted Varya. Linthia then captured this person, fully aware that encounters with the sky folk were far from over.

Rex played no role in that incident.

Upon hearing the details, he felt satisfied with her bold actions.

At this point, his security was assured.

Regarding any insult to Dorn? It meant nothing to him.

Linthia encircled the nephew's neck from behind with her grip, poised to tear it open.

"No, wait!" Dorn advanced a step, then halted his error swiftly. "Don’t kill him! I’ll assume full blame for this error in another manner. Keeping him alive will bring you greater gains than ending his life."

Even with his plea, Linthia pressed her fingers deeper into the flesh.

She showed no signs of relenting.

At that instant, Rex grasped her arm, indicating she should halt.

Linthia acknowledged him with a nod—then pivoted back toward Dorn. "This young one returns only after you fulfill your duty flawlessly. Any shortfall means his demise. Bear in mind, His Majesty demands nothing short of excellence."

"I will ensure it meets his stan—"

"Once your duty concludes, you’ll tackle the subsequent penalty for your oversight."

Her tone boomed with authority, louder than usual.

She denied Dorn any opportunity to complete his words.

"Collect the souls and forms of one hundred million voidal pawns, a million voidal knights, one thousand voidal lords, and ten voidal princes," Malvis started to protest, yet Linthia lifted her hand, silencing him before a syllable escaped. "Don’t misunderstand—His Majesty’s mercy spares your arrogance for ushering in an unwelcome visitor,"

A prolonged silence followed her declaration.

Gradually, her face twisted from calm to savage.

"Yet you attempted to strike him with that extinction ray," she continued, her voice laced with evident malice.

Dorn and Malvis, on the verge of objection moments before, instantly dropped their notions.

Though the Gatekeeper of Light had approved the Sky Judgment to target Rex in Sky City, such details held no weight for Rex. In his perspective, the Gatekeepers or sky people bore the fault, and accountability fell squarely on them.

Since they aligned with Rex's faction, that weight rested upon them.

"We’ll double the quantity," Dorn declared, momentarily surprising Linthia. "We’ll provide twice that number if your troops halt their raids in this domain and redirect their assault toward the beasts swarming the Black Rift."

Linthia glanced at Rex for guidance.

She bent low to catch his murmur, then confronted the Gatekeepers once more.

"Insufficient."

"Are you serious?" Malvis chuckled in astonishment. "Voidal knights pose little challenge. Voidal lords remain manageable. But voidal princes? Twenty in total? That demands clashes with multiple Voidal Monarchs spanning the globe, and it’s still not enough?"

"Is the unwelcome intruder addressing me?" Linthia arched an eyebrow.

"No," Dorn shot him a cautionary glare—alerting him to the fragility of the exchange. He turned back to Linthia, pondering further concessions. "I can vow to locate Empress Morgana and present her to you for whatever fate you choose."

Again, Linthia inclined toward Rex.

She shook her head once more. "Insufficient."

Dorn recoiled in shock.

All he sought was for Rex’s armies to end assaults on the realm’s kingdoms and empires. Each served a vital function—delegated by the Sky People to contain the Black Rift and its monstrous spawn.

Their further losses threatened the domain’s endurance.

Yet inexplicably, Rex complicated matters for them.

"I don’t get it," Dorn voiced his bewilderment and doubt. "The empire that offended you lies in ruins. Should nobles regroup into a new empire, it would differ from the previous one. Feel free to raze it anew, and we’ll stay out of it. But what offense have the realm’s other empires committed to warrant your unyielding stance?

"Is it the Sky Cities? I assure you, we’ll manage them." He emphasized with confidence. "I merely request your forces spare this realm’s crucial elements. Spirits. Should you be unaware, the Mortal Realm and Spirit Realm once intertwined more closely."

"Are you certain?" Linthia scoffed at his words. "Are you truly claiming that’s your sole demand of him?"

Malvis eyed the side of Dorn’s face with astonishment.

He couldn’t dispel the doubt that their secrets had leaked. Rex grasped their confidential discussion, or at least Linthia’s phrasing suggested awareness of their intent to appoint him as the Spirit Realm’s defender against Chaos.

Dorn shared the identical suspicion.

It stood as the sole rationale for Rex’s resistance.

"Cease your overanalyzing," Linthia’s words pierced their whirling doubts. "We haven’t spied on you. His Majesty simply perceives. He detects your selfish ambitions without a uttered phrase. No need for confessions—he already discerns your true aims."

In truth, that wasn’t accurate.

Rex had gleaned from Princess Davina the rising activity of Chaos.

Moreover, Dorn’s remarkable restraint as a revered Gatekeeper, following Rex’s assault on Sky City that claimed millions of his kin, led Rex to infer Dorn acknowledged his prowess and potential.

Now, he coveted Rex’s might by any means.

Even through concessions.

With Chaos ravaging the Spirit Realm via the Black Rift, he refused to squander a gifted ally.

Rex’s hunch solidified when Dorn urged directing his forces at the voidal creatures.

"To secure His Majesty’s acceptance of this... bargain, include forging a one-way portal to the Mortal Realm," Linthia extended a finger, then another. "And surrender the soul of a Supreme Elder."

"Blasphemy!" Malvis bellowed in raw fury.

The prior proposal irked him mildly, but this overstepped boundaries.

"Do you believe you can just request such demands? You underestimate us far too greatly!"

"Malvis!"

"No, I refuse to witness our honor crushed. Let’s depart. We’re leav—"

Before his words concluded, Rex’s deep baritone resounded for the first occasion.

His timbre shook souls. Deep. A rumble. Cosmic. One that quelled all nearby.

"Dorn," He uttered, his ruby gaze then settling on the second Gatekeeper. "Malvis. No matter your perceived elevation, reconsider your words to me. Utter one more misstep—and this whole domain will shatter."

An overwhelming hush gripped the scene.

Dorn and Malvis deemed Rex’s threat grandiose, yet they sensed his gravity.

No deception in his statement. And within his gaze lurked a savage bloodthirst eager for their error, granting him cause to unleash another crimson deluge. It evoked memories of that fateful evening for Dorn and Malvis.

How Rex had effortlessly breached their Sky City. That night, they too viewed it as inconceivable.

Yet the massacre unfolded regardless.

Rex elevated his stiff, weighty claws skyward.

He held them aloft, and the world appeared to pause in anticipation of his will.

Next, his digits flexed, and the emptiness overhead warped with a radiant glow.

Before Dorn and Malvis grasped the occurrence, a silhouette materialized from the brilliance, forming into a priestess. Regal, holy, and dazzling. Pure veils flowed like dawn fog, while golden rays embellished her figure elegantly.

She floated midair as her shape took hold, then serenely swept her flowing silken locks aside.

Even the Gatekeepers identified her instantly.

High Priestess Alana.

Rarely did they encounter her, as she served nearly as Kei Xun’s voice.

Yet she manifested at Rex’s mere gesture.

"Alana," Rex invoked her name without glance or formal title. A fatal act for most, but Alana appeared undisturbed by his summons. "If I command Kei Xun to erupt this portion of the world, would she obey?"

Dorn and Malvis’s mouths hung agape.

Addressing Alana casually was grave enough, but the Divine Saintess? Utter folly.

Furthermore—her name eluded all but a select few, mainly Gatekeepers and Elders, yet Rex knew it too. They anticipated Rex’s instant annihilation by solar beam, but silence prevailed.

Instead, Alana inclined her head affirmatively. "She will if you decree it."

Both Gatekeepers swallowed heavily.

Annihilating this world segment would unleash a quarter of its voidal horrors toward the opposite side. Already, Spirits struggled. Such an event would inevitably doom all.

No necessity to eradicate the full globe.

A substantial chunk sufficed, and the remnants would collapse in turn.

As if merely illustrating his stance, Rex flicked his hand, and Alana vanished to her origin. A entity of godly essence. Virtually a god’s proxy, summoned for a single query, then dismissed.

It defied belief.

For all their power, Rex held deeper ties.

Beyond Kei Xun, another entity aided his Sky City incursion.

And that remained inconceivable across their lifetimes.

"Forgive Malvis—and his flare-up. His ancient frame sours his temper," Dorn emerged from his daze and regained command promptly. "The one-way portal seems feasible, though the soul requires time."

Dorn hesitated meaningfully.

Though he bore the onus, this proved a bitter pill.

"Could you rethink this?" He inquired steadily. Reluctance and sorrow flickered in his molten gaze. "Chaos threatens us all. Our realms would fare better united against it. Moreover, this domain shelters billions of souls. Folks with kin, companions, bonds. Do their ends hold no value to you? As a kindred being.

"At minimum, ease up on the Supreme Elder soul," He gripped his fists tightly. "That’s exceedingly difficult."

For an instant, Dorn met Rex’s stare.

He sought any trace of compassion or leniency to sway the outcome.

But none surfaced.

No such emotion dwelled in those luminous scarlet orbs, filled solely with rage and primal blood craving. Not a hint of clemency emerged. Rex regarded Dorn through narrowed lids, as if mildly disinterested.

Finally, he opened his mouth to reply.

"Those belong to you. Your duty. Not mine."

Rex angled his head slightly while gazing. Crimson lunar glow washed over his visage.

It cast half his features in light and the other in darkness.

"Whatever falls outside my own... merits neither my safeguard nor pity. Strangers claim no debt from me," The declaration dropped like a boulder into calm waters. The ensuing waves vividly revealed Rex’s position to Dorn. "One. A thousand. A million. A billion. Numbers of the fallen hold no sway. Their endurance isn’t my burden. Their passing isn’t my remorse.

"I shoulder solely what is mine," Rex swept his hand across the domain. "This realm... belongs to you."