The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1843: Protect the Silverstars (1)

Princess Selene confronted the meteor, her expression forming a grave smile.

She remained uncertain about her following action.

Previously, multiple instances had trapped her with her existence controlled by foes. Yet on each occasion, her inner werewolf drive dominated, compelling her to battle relentlessly without a moment's doubt.

A trapped and injured beast remains the fiercest threat.

Currently, that sensation was absent.

Though death loomed directly at her back in this entrapment, her form lacked any urge to resist.

Maybe it recognized that facing divine beings meant surrendering to destiny.

This held true particularly since the deities opposing her were those she had revered all her days. 'Yet he described his view on this,' she remembered the Origin's words from long ago, still sharp in her thoughts. 'Moon's grace. Required offerings. An emerging era. None of it signified anything.

'When push comes to shove, we embody werewolves,' The royal mark of her king appeared on Princess Selene's brow. Though drawn from Lunirich Gods' strength, she had earned it through effort. This force belonged to her as surely as it was loaned. “A brutal end is every werewolf's aspiration. Advance. Let's discover if this night fulfills my aspiration!”

Her bellow echoed with intensity, authority, and regality.

Yet facing the plunging scarlet meteor that scorched the atmosphere—and ripped through the fabric of space, it fell flat. Before godly supremacy, what could a mere being accomplish? Boundaries exist. Explanations abound for why divinities hold such status.

Rumble—!

A surge of divine force erupted as the meteor approached.

The lingering mana and diverse energies in the atmosphere gave way to a singular essence. Firm earth transformed into gore. Before long, Princess Selene, the Silverstar Pack, and fellow werewolves faced the same fate.

Crushed into gore.

However, a silhouette appeared.

It raced from past the boundless crimson ocean encircling the valley, accompanied by thunderous booms.

For an instant, Princess Selene blinked to confirm the vision.

“Royal Black Prince?”

Nearby, Sintra glanced upward too. “Indeed! The flawless duplicate!”

Evelyn shifted toward Sintra's gaze and spotted it as well. Rex’s duplicate, positioned close by, sliced through the sky like a projectile and positioned itself directly beneath the enormous meteor. His shape brimmed with lunar essence from the surroundings.

'Should the duplicate perish, Rex will detect our crisis,' Her gaze brightened. 'I believed the duplicate lacked clear reasoning, yet it clearly retained his intense guardianship. Is such extremity truly typical?'

Boom—!

Rex’s duplicate halted precisely below the meteor.

Scarlet glow outlined his figure in shadow, projecting his outline over the terrain like a sword's outline.

Perceiving the vast might, the duplicate morphed into werewolf guise and released a thunderous cry. One that traveled distant realms. One audible even to Kaiser and Meloriana. A proclamation that this night would defy their intentions.

A flawless duplicate wields almost full potency of the original.

It links directly to the original as well.

Rex’s rise to Awakened Demigod status extended identically to the flawless duplicate.

Not instantaneous perhaps, but signs were apparent.

All beheld in wonder as the duplicate’s strength detonated anew, surging across the atmosphere like a lunar surge. His frame stood broad and resilient, mirroring the Werewolf Origin's defense of kin in ancient times.

A frame unbowed, regardless of circumstances.

Ancient Humans darkened the heavens with their loathing and haughty superiority as a supposed elite lineage, and the Werewolf Origin opposed them, giving his life in the effort. Still, his steadfast resolve guided werewolves across eras, securing their endurance until now.

For Rex, it was the Lunirich Gods, and at present, he'd chart the identical course.

Boom—!

Every gaze below fixed as the duplicate accelerated explosively, lunging directly toward the meteor.

The lunar essence and moon mana within him churned wildly through his frame, indicating excess. A flash of pure white spread outward like a circle from his air-propelled leap, propelling the duplicate swifter.

Then, in the following moment, it collided with the meteor in cataclysmic force.

CRACK—!

The collision etched fissures over the meteor’s immense bulk, then fragmented it into myriad shards.

“He demolished it!” Sintra cried out in utter astonishment.

Moments prior, she had assumed total effort from all would be required to halt the meteor's world-ending path. A handful of survivors might prove the optimal outcome. Yet the flawless duplicate dispatched the meteor effortlessly.

“Naturally, he succeeded,” Evelyn grinned at the spectacle.

Absolute faith in her core.

Still, the peril persisted.

Myriad destructive meteor remnants continued plummeting, bearing traces of its potency.

From the zone's core, Miriam ascended spiraling, her being radiant with lunar light.

She murmured an incantation in an unfamiliar tongue while rising in a twist.

Upon ending the incantation with a savage howl and raising her limbs skyward, a colossal orb blazed into existence overhead, throbbing with vigor. Next, via her perception spanning the region and further, the orb fired wild rays of moonlight, demolishing the meteor shards well before they could scar the soil and devastate the territory.

As a premier Shaman from antiquity, she refused to remain passive while additional kin fell.

Her presence proved vital amid the chaos.

Gistella might have matched this, yet her state prevented action.

In fact, even Evelyn relied on Sintra to maintain clarity.

Crash—!

A beam of radiance struck the earth roughly a hundred meters from Evelyn’s spot.

Emerging from the resulting pit moments later came the duplicate.

Not the meteor’s force had hurled him down thusly. The cavernous wound in his abdomen, with edges fracturing like brittle crystal, revealed another strike's origin. Likely from Kaiser, upon witnessing the meteor's destruction.

Evelyn regarded him with widened eyes as he labored to approach her.

She further noted upon his full appearance that one limb was missing too.

Yet her attention locked onto his right grip clutching a scarlet nucleus swirling with red vitality. Not lunar essence—this wasn’t his moon mana either. Something foreign. An essence Evelyn failed to identify.

Not until its proximity allowed sensation.

It matched the rush she had sensed before from the Blood Moon's rift.

The duplicate positioned the nucleus near Evelyn, then extended his limb toward her gradually.

Evelyn puzzled over his intent but inclined nearer.

Gently, he cleared the crimson flow from Evelyn’s mouth. Next, employing his talon-like digit, he traced a rough ritual circle encircling the scarlet nucleus with her vital fluid. Sintra observed intently the pattern he formed, and insight struck.

“Rite of Kaiser?” She whispered without thought.

Once the duplicate concluded the rite and it began encasing the nucleus, his limb dropped, and his form slackened. Akin to a marionette fulfilling its purpose, it dissolved into luminous particles.

“What purpose does this serve?”

Evelyn felt bewildered.

She grasped not the duplicate’s goal in crafting this.

[He aims to grant you, Adhara, and Gistella additional divine threads to counter the strain. Seize the nucleus swiftly and absorb the emerging divine threads.]

Evelyn followed suit immediately.

Without delay, she clutched the nucleus and sensed the divine threads—purer and thicker than any force she had handled—infusing her essence aura. The intensity overwhelmed, yet it took effect right away.

Swiftly, the agonizing buzz in her thoughts faded.

With surplus divine threads remaining, she channeled her Luna essence to distribute them to the rest.

'How did he accomplish this?' She pondered in bewilderment, eyeing the red item. 'What sort of nucleus is this?'

It appeared soft, moist, brimming with vast vitality.

[One of those entities' cores. Godlings. Glance upward now.]

Evelyn lifted her gaze to the heavens—and beheld innumerable predatory stares glaring downward from the divine gateway. From their obscured outlines, they resembled werewolves yet hailed from superior realms.

[Post-meteor shatter, he assaulted one, seized its core—ere Kaiser felled him. Truly, in fierce guardianship and tender concern for the body, your Alpha surpasses even mine in extremity.]

That praise naturally flushed her cheeks.

Yet she promptly dismissed the warmth amid such turmoil.

Nevertheless, her veins surged with resolve.

'This reinforces our need to endure. With the duplicate gone—he surely perceives the events here,' Evelyn peered skyward once more. A chill of fear washed over. Immense peril emanated from those gazing eyes. 'Time is what we must gain.'

Concurrently, Princess Selene rejoined the fray.

Shortly thereafter, the group reconvened and clustered together.

“Your Majesty, departure from here is possible,” Valkis advanced—and shared his observations. “This seems a sealed pocket realm detached from the outer world. Numerous attempts to breach failed; our strengths couldn’t even scratch the barrier.”

“Their count suggests,” Malvok contributed, eyeing the foes above. “We outnumber them by at least double.”

“Fear not,” Evelyn replied. Her tone carried conviction and reassurance, implying the crisis held hope with her leadership. “Our Alpha is aware of this peril. We merely endure until his arrival.”

“Moreover, this domain is ours,” Adhara stood tall with commanding presence.

Her figure shifted to the savage silver werewolf bearing reflective orbs that mirrored the profound depths of White Omicron's might, positioning beside Evelyn. “Our ground. Helplessness finds no place here.”

Opposite, Gistella’s dark core throbbed with necrotic force.

Shiny metallic plates encased her werewolf frame like plating as she loomed above the group.

At once, the allies arrayed into ranks with Silverstars and Princess Selene central.

“They advance!” Sintra warned upon spotting Kaiser’s gesture.

Innumerable crimson-hued superior werewolves vaulted from the gateway, penetrating the mortal barrier's energies, and landed amid the valley with booming impacts. Thousands plummeted.

Sinister snarls resounded like a nightmarish dirge.

Each heralded annihilation and crimson floods across the globe.

Yet as they landed, Evelyn detected a presence from the rear.

Hurried steps and a deep rumble that lifted her mouth’s corners.

“Above all, it appears we’ve received another vital ally.”

ROAR—!

All turned and marveled at the enormous pale shape bounding overhead.

A shape every one identified instantly—Sven.

With a ferocious growl blending rage's joy and eagerness, Sven barreled toward the adversaries before their initial assault. His robust rear limbs propelled him aloft and distant as his form blocked the scarlet gaze overhead with darkness.