The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1837: Threat of Erasure

Within the Spirit Realm, Rex holds significant influence.

This stems primarily from his alliance with Kei Xun, bolstered by the illusion of yet another supporter courtesy of Ignatius's generous offering. Though his brute power doesn't rank among the elite, it surpasses that of the typical warrior by a wide margin.

He matches the prowess of a royal knight, yet falls short of the royal family's might.

By the standards of the Mortal Realm, however, he remains virtually invincible.

Nevertheless, the numbness in his hands from deflecting Void's strike left him utterly astonished.

The mere occurrence of the blow landing on him was shocking in itself; he certainly hadn't anticipated this additional jolt that left him reeling.

A blue holographic glow spread across the whole region.

<Scanning...>

<Notice: From the lingering energy traces, the strike managed to hit the user due to a cross-realm relic linking the Spirit Realm and the Mortal Realm. Strikes originating from this foreign relic can always strike the user>

Upon seeing the explanation, Rex regained his composure and stood tall once more.

The existence of such a relic took him aback.

By now, Rex understood that numerous supernatural species bridged the gap between the realms. Thus, discovering other links despite the divide between realms shouldn't have fazed him. Still, he yearned for greater insight into this relic.

"Impressive," Rex acknowledged the strike with a slight nod. "But what brings you seeking me out?"

"Because you have wronged me."

"Tell me precisely how I've wronged you,"

Rex deemed it unbelievable, as he hadn't yet launched any assaults on the Angels.

Or at least, that's how it seemed to him; he felt no guilt over his actions.

Yet he was mistaken.

"You aided the rebel factions. You struck a pact with the Demons, allowing their infernal influence and taint to corrupt my Dark Angels. You attempted to reclaim territories already seized, acting like a brazen thief. And you..." For the first time, Void's face shifted. Rage flickered there, intense and raw. "Have slain my brother and tarnished the Archangel of Knives’ honor."

Rex's expression stayed neutral as Void enumerated his offenses.

He couldn't fathom how Void had uncovered those details, but eventually, the truth would surface, so it didn't bother him much. The final accusation, however, came as a shock.

He never could have imagined that Stelios and Void shared sibling ties.

"I’ve come to proclaim a blood vendetta against you," Void's tone deepened into a menacing growl. "I’ll take your life."

"Is that so?" Rex grinned at the proclamation. "You’ll need to line up like the rest."

When stacked against Chaos, the Fourthborn, the Lunirich Gods, and the Sky People, Void posed the least danger. Rex prepared himself to confront entities from superior realms, so how could a fresh Dark Archangel faze him?

In fact, he planned to dispatch Void swiftly to turn his attention to the greater foes.

Splash!

Morgana slipped behind Rex and thrust her hand into his back.

Blood splattered over her features as she drove deeper, only to discover her enchanted limb had stalled. It stopped midway, blocked by the impenetrable density of Rex’s muscles and bones, hard as tempered iron.

Her digits sank into him as if embedding into unyielding stone.

"Raarghk!!"

She cried out. His body resisted, squeezing her hand and shattering bones into fragments.

"Master, aid me!"

Almost immediately after her plea, a surge of energy ripped through the dimensional barrier and infused her hand with vigor. Eliminating Rex immediately overrode all other concerns. He spelled danger for the future; better to finish him now without hesitation.

Yet dispatching Rex proved far from simple.

Rex spun his body and delivered a crushing elbow to Morgana’s jaw.

That single impact shattered numerous bones in her visage.

Savagely, Rex gripped Morgana’s head, his eyes igniting with red light. He channeled life force swiftly into the Red Dawn of Kaiser, activating Inevitable Death. But this time, the force resonated with amplified intensity.

Potent enough to warp the surrounding air into a scorching mist, akin to molten rock.

"You know, after overcoming your brother, I sustained heavy injuries," Rex clarified. The gash on his back mended instantly as he pivoted toward Void. "I required restoration, and your brother provided the sole path to recovery."

Void's features grew stern.

He recognized Rex's nature. He grasped the implications. This realization fueled the anger etching across his stoic countenance.

Rex gestured with his hand, pulling an item from his inventory.

It crashed to the earth with a resounding thump. Several exquisite sets of feathered wings.

Wings once attached to Stelios, now claimed by him.

"And from that event, I developed a taste for Angel flesh," Rex's mouth twisted into a mocking smirk, gazing at Void as if sizing up his next feast. "I anticipate our final confrontation. I’m eager to sample your flavor. A true Dark Archangel... Now that’s an exquisite delicacy.

"But first, allow me to demonstrate your opponent."

Slash—!

Rex swung his hand in a cutting arc toward Morgana.

Terror seized her as she shut her eyes, bracing for instant death.

Moments ticked by without agony.

Puzzled, Morgana peeked open her lids. Rex released her, and she collapsed to the ground, hastily inspecting herself. No marks. No injuries marred her skin, and no ache registered.

Yet the sinister grin on Rex’s lips suggested he’d done something profound.

Then the sensation unfurled like an opening bloom.

Not torment—if so, she’d be howling. Instead, an inner shift stirred. Her form felt altered, profoundly amiss. Dread gripped her as she fixed a stare on Rex. "What have you done?!" She bellowed, eyes flaring with terror of the unforeseen. "What did you do to me?!"

Even Void struggled to comprehend the occurrence.

Or rather, until the awareness hit him.

He sensed the bond linking him to Morgana waning steadily.

"Angels were once beacons of salvation," Rex remarked, his grin broadening while Morgana wallowed in doubt. "Figures revered by countless. Entities who offered their lives for others' survival. But today? The Angels, or Dark Angels alike, stand as grotesque distortions of their former glory. And that distortion comprises just half of your essence. Fortunately, I possess the means to excise it."

"What...?" Morgana’s gaze expanded in shock.

Throughout her existence, she never envisioned such a fate befalling her.

The prospect chilled her to the core.

"What are you saying?" Her face quivered. She clutched at Rex’s leg, shaking it desperately as if pleading for clarity. "Explain that! What do you mean you can excise it?"

"It means precisely that,"

"No... You’re deceiving me. You must be lyin—arghh!"

Morgana clung to the hope that Rex fabricated this tale. However, her body grew steadily chillier. Vital warmth ebbed away, and most alarmingly, her tie to Void dissolved entirely.

Only then did the truth dawn: Rex spoke honestly.

Her Angel lineage... It faded. Thinned out and supplanted by her Spirit heritage.

His elevation to Awakened Demigod reshaped him. Every force under his command now carried divine essence. Each grew more refined and potent. His powers evolved accordingly. Inevitable Death inflicted inescapable, fatal harm upon its victim.

Presently, it targeted even profound core elements like bloodlines.

This Spirit Genesis drew from the Blood Moon's essence.

Bloodlines fell squarely under its dominion.

Stripped of her Angel bloodline, she became purely Spirit. Her skin softened as her energy shifted, discarding its luster for ordinariness. She no longer exuded majesty and poise as before.

Now she appeared ordinary, and alarmingly, far more frail.

"Even with the First Light’s demise, his bond to all Angels as their progenitor endures with unyielding strength. Perhaps a perk of longevity," Rex faced Void anew, posture unyielding, eyes harboring a veiled menace. "Dark Angels differ. You and yours are recent creations. So, enlighten me... First Darkness. What fate awaits when I apply my ability to them as I did to Morgana?"

Void's look intensified, sharpening with focus.

The response was evident by now.

Rex menaced him with total obliteration from existence.

Without a bloodline's remnant, the Dark Angels would cease to be.

This warning struck at Void’s deepest vulnerability. One he vowed to heed gravely.

Morgana had been merely half-angel before, and her lineage vanished so effortlessly.

If given opportunity, Rex’s Inevitable Death might eradicate the Dark Angel lineage wholesale. Even potential challengers to Rex would falter. Their forms could rupture irrespective of power.

"I’ll not forget this," Void declared with grave purpose. "Our blood feud concludes with you drowning in your blood. And don’t presume your newfound form grants you leave to strut before me. Should you feel secure, further shocks await."

<Killing intent!>

Rex stood still, observing the killing intent alert sparked by Void.

Apparently, prior to this, Void viewed his death as a mere obligation.

Evidently, he held little genuine attachment to Stelios, not as kin should.

Likely, he pursued this only to safeguard his standing. After all, ignoring his brother’s slayer ill-suited his image. But now, Rex’s warning ignited true animosity, turning the motive personal.

Rex hadn’t aimed for such an outcome, yet it benefited him nonetheless.

With those words, his essence dissipated, the portal’s remaining energy depleted at last. Quiet enveloped the space. Only Morgana’s soft cries echoed as the radiance within her resisted departure, despite her futile struggles.

Rex paid her no heed.

His thoughts wandered elsewhere.

Encountering Void by himself proved startling enough. He’d assumed the Archangel of Knives was his sole Angelic concern, but clearly not. As though destiny decreed it, Void seemed privy to extensive knowledge of him.

Remembering Void’s expression upon vanishing stirred an odd feeling in him.

Merely intuition.

Rex sensed something off about Void’s rapid ascent.

Assistance must have propelled him. Undeniably.

Given Void’s enigmas, especially since Void probably knew more about Rex, relaxation was impossible. Shaking his head with a heavy breath, he muttered, "Seems everyone craves my demise for some grievance or other. And he’s hypocritical. I approach the Tabaxis, and I’m suddenly the thief? He’s the invader of distant territories."

He composed himself. "Regardless, I must hurry back. He could target the others."