The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1836: Encountering the Infamous

Morgana beat her wings once more before touching down on the plateau.

She steadied herself with a hand and knee, yet halted when a fleeting image of someone appeared during her landing. ‘I must have imagined it. Yes, that has to be it,’ she pondered, gradually lifting her eyes, assuming it was merely her anxiety acting up.

But it wasn’t.

A figure stood there, arms folded across his chest.

His stance. His overpowering presence. His steadfast silhouette. All of it brought back memories of the individual who had driven her into this mess. Someone stubbornly tough who achieved the unthinkable. Someone Morgana least wanted to encounter at this moment.

‘H-How on earth did he track me down?!’

Prior to any actions, she had reinforced the whole swamp to its maximum capacity.

Some might even call it excessive caution on her behalf.

Nevertheless, this individual had somehow bypassed the snares without detection and located her hideout.

Morgana yearned to flee as distant as she could, but her limbs wouldn’t obey. Terror had seized control of her form, leaving her frozen in place. Merely his aura sufficed to reduce her from a ruler to an invalid.

"You’ve been quite active," Rex remarked, gazing at the cavern across the way. "As befits a rodent."

He observed the shimmering, light-blue veil of power enveloping the cave entrance.

This power drew from the nexus, where it began tearing through the dimensional barrier. A subtle foreign essence seeped from beyond this energy shield. Barely perceptible—yet unquestionably real.

Rex required no System query to recognize this as a gateway linked to another world.

If he ventured a speculation, it connected to the Mortal Realm.

Carved surrounding the cave opening were countless symbols. Ancient runes. Several were recognizable to Rex, further confirming the tie to the Mortal Realm. He brushed against the ancient runes and felt a pleasant astonishment at the scan’s outcome.

<Notice: It’s a technique for traversing realms akin to the Spirit Conversion approach, known as the Light Tunnel method. It enables forming a single-use passage to access another realm. It’s usually much more secure thanks to its steadiness>

"A gateway," Rex uttered, mildly awed.

Even the mere try to forge a gateway by herself deserved recognition.

An endeavor Rex hadn’t foreseen from Morgana.

Yet considering her survival hung in the balance, it made sense for her to resort to such extreme measures.

Rex glanced behind him and spotted her kneeling. She appeared utterly stunned. Unblinking. Eyes dilated, locked on him as if beholding a specter that ought not to exist here.

He pivoted to confront her directly.

"Indeed," A light laugh slipped from his mouth. "I should praise you for setting those snares against me. Fine job. Truly. You invested considerable effort here. Any Divine Spirit rank individual would perish swiftly if they stumbled into the swamp without care."

Morgana perceived every syllable.

He spoke with sincerity, and that somehow intensified her dread.

Despite her frantic barrage of defenses, it still failed to halt Rex.

"I possess a sharp awareness of potential dangers, so predictable ambushes won’t succeed," Rex clarified with a casual lift of his shoulders. "And my olfactory senses can isolate a single aroma amid a million others. Your following error was carrying that..."

Rex gestured toward the area where a hallowed remains rested forgotten on the soil.

It belonged to the Angel Origin; the First Light.

The encounter with Dorn in the Tomb of Heroes hadn’t been coincidental, but intentional.

"Sooner or later, I would have located you," Rex declared with unwavering confidence in his voice—as though no action of hers could evade him. "You’re too clever to hazard transporting the remains openly, so I wager you needed to bring him. And that’s precisely why you can’t elude me."

"Leave me be!" Morgana lunged forward.

She aimed to eliminate Rex for good, yet a forceful knee slammed into her midsection.

Spit erupted from her lips as her form doubled over instinctively.

"Your level surpasses mine, no doubt," Rex murmured close to her ear. He seemed entertained by this scenario leaving Morgana powerless. "Yet you did take Kaiser’s strength to launch a surprise assault on me."

Slash—!

Rex’s talons tore across the rear of her knees, cutting her sinews and compelling her to drop to her knees.

"Your inner power is disrupted now—on account of that," He went on, pacing around her with measured, intentional strides. "You’re scarcely matching a Divine Spirit’s might at present. A sharp decline from your usual prowess, particularly sans your empress title."

Morgana let out a quiet sob.

She attempted to rise once more, but her limbs wouldn’t extend.

Moreover, Rex’s knee had targeted a crucial spot in her Spiritual Veins, dispersing her vital force.

Rex positioned himself in front of Morgana and peered down at her diminutive figure.

"Isn’t it ironic?" He hissed with malice. "Now it’s me towering over you."

"Do you believe you can conquer the whole world? How conceited are you?" Morgana managed a laugh—forcing it out amid her face contorting in agony. "You’ve enraged the Gods. You’ve antagonized the Sky People. And soon, you’ll provoke my master. Think you’ll endure until the conclusion?

"Fellows like you... Their dominance is fleeting exactly because of this," Her blood-smeared lips twisted into a harsher sneer. "Grand ascents belong only to those fated for grand falls. You’ll discover this before long."

"Maybe," Rex didn’t dispute it.

Her prophecy might indeed materialize, but it no longer instilled fear in him.

"But don’t wield that as a blade against me when you’re hardly the one holding it," He shook his head, amused that Morgana fell back on a hollow warning. "I’ve accumulated many foes. Presently, or in the past. It’s ever been thus,

"Can’t you see?" A gradual grin formed on Rex’s features. He extended his arms, palms upturned, and tensed them. "Gory feuds. Deathmatches. Scarce choices. Fury... I thrive precisely in such circumstances."

It proved inescapable, regardless of his efforts.

His journey toward supremacy necessitated the spilling of blood. No deed of his could sidestep it.

Solely one throne at the pinnacle, and all clamored for it fiercely.

At that instant, though, his brow furrowed in displeasure, "Master...?"

Rex detected something novel. Something entirely unfamiliar to his perceptions. And the aroma—it was distinctive, nothing like prior encounters. Warm and biting like fading coals on the verge of reigniting, blended with an intense, spicy clove sweetness.

Every entity bears a singular fragrance.

He hadn’t endeavored to catalog them all, yet his instincts etched each into memory automatically.

Intuitively, he always identified his adversaries solely by their scent.

But this... His awareness had never encountered it.

Morgana boasted of acquiring a master while still donning the empress’s crown alongside her emperor spouse. Her obsession provided the sole clue Rex required to identify the entity possessing this fragrance.

A essence that felt remote yet proximate simultaneously.

Rex discarded his detachment and haughtiness, donning his combat readiness anew.

His posture aligned rigidly, and his expression hardened to impassivity.

As he spun to regard the cave entrance once more, he witnessed the energy veil transform into a slender pane of glass. Past it stood an ethereal entity embodying the ideal Archangel, yet infinitely more pure and sacred than any Rex had witnessed.

It displayed no reluctance in baring flesh, revealing the flawlessly chiseled physique of a heavenly being. White and red linens of exquisite quality draped its shape. Eyes with heavy lids in the deepest purple amethyst hue complementing its serenely divine visage.

Yet what seized Rex’s focus above all were the four sets of crimson wings adorning this entity’s back.

Each displayed varying degrees of purple corruption.

"Let me venture a guess," Rex indicated the entity. His tone lingered, and his gaze narrowed as if pondering deeply, "You must be the notorious Void I’ve heard mentioned. What an unexpected delight—for someone of your stature to visit me in person."

"Rex Silverstar..." Void whispered his name, "You know of me?"

For an entity presumed an Archangel, his tone carried more warmth than anticipated.

His timbre resembled that of a cosmic beast from distant planes.

It mildly shocked him that Rex knew of him, but given the Angels’ incursion on the continent, it made sense.

He had undoubtedly prepared thoroughly.

"Yes, I do..." Rex affirmed casually. He remained composed amid the tension. "Your control is lax. I learned of you from the rebel groups that surveyed the continent ahead of your forces. Perhaps ease up on your conquest pace."

Void’s stare moved past Rex, settling on Morgana and then the surroundings.

"Ah, I see," Rex shifted to the side and eyed Morgana with comprehension. He then retrieved a pristine remains from his inventory—the Angel Origin’s body. "You’re after this, right? Is that the reason you took her as your disciple?"

From his knowledge, Void no longer belonged to the Angel kind.

He was a Dark Angel.

Regardless, he surely held countless applications for the First Light’s remains.

Precisely how Morgana reached Void remained a mystery, but it held no relevance now.

"Hand him over!"

Morgana endured the torment and dashed at Rex, attempting to seize the remains.

But success eluded her. With a swift backhand, Rex struck her cheek forcefully, then employed the Aegis of Moon Sentinel to intercept her fall and yank her back toward him. "If I end her now, how would that affect you? I’m certain your former Origin’s body holds great value to you."

A prolonged silence hung between them as Morgana wrestled to escape.

Rex’s vise-like hold pressed near her throat, even fracturing her collarbone.

At length, Void spoke anew, "You misunderstand. I desire the remains, but that’s not my purpose here."

A scowl gradually etched onto Rex’s countenance.

He had been convinced Void sought the remains, explaining Morgana’s portal efforts.

Sensing the uncertainty, Void elevated his index finger and directed it squarely at Rex.

"I came for you."

BOOM!

Swifter than a bolt, a sacred ray erupted from the gateway and hurtled toward Rex’s core.

It moved with blinding speed and surprise, yet Rex’s reactions proved swifter.

Though he hadn’t called forth the Mask of the Banished Eclipse, the Law of Foresight operated; hence, he anticipated the strike moments ahead. The Red Dawn of Kaiser appeared, pulsing with the Law of Misdirection, allowing him to hoist it just in time.

Even with his readiness, the ray propelled him rearward.

One step followed another, heels grinding against the dirt, until the brink appeared at his rear.

For several moments, Rex remained immobile where he stood.

His eyes widened as he reassembled his jumbled mind.

<Yes. It’s still in the early process, and would need a vast amount of energy to complete>

<Positive>

Gradually, Rex turned his gaze toward Void.

He made no effort to conceal the obvious astonishment displayed on his features.