The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1845: Protect the Silverstars (3)

The forces surpassed the Godlings in numbers by at least double.

Favorable chances.

Within the shared consciousness of the werewolves, a strategy takes shape as they surge forward. Not a frenzied charge. Not mindlessly targeting the closest Godling. Rather, they plan to surround one Godling—werewolves alongside other melee fighters, alternating their assaults while the Elves stay behind, seeking clear angles for fatal strikes.

However, the mightiest among them needs to gauge the true power of these Godlings first.

They must determine if victory lies within reach.

'This marks our inaugural battle under the banner of the Clarentium Empire,' Mavok pondered inwardly. He raced like a feral predator, his eyes locked on a specific Godling mirroring his ferocity. 'The initial conflict to leave a mark on the Royal Black Prince, after our realm has plagued him with endless woes.'

A fierce surge of resolve ignited in his chest, propelling him onward with greater speed.

"Indirect Moon Ability: Savage Impulse!!"

Mavok bellowed while leaping forward, clashing his talons against the Godling’s.

Boom—!

A vivid crimson shockwave erupted with immense force, rippling across the field like an emerging whirlwind.

He channeled nearly his full might into the blow, and his gaze widened in shock.

'I’m barely holding my ground against this one?!' Thoughts whirled in his head as the outcome of the confrontation fell short of his hopes. A deadlock. 'As one of the army’s elite, yet I can’t even force it to yield?!'

It was only then that he grasped the Godlings’ formidable strength.

Sven had made them appear far less threatening than reality.

"Only Alpha Primes engage them head-on!" Mavok yelled while pulling back.

Any others attempting a direct collision like his would be shredded to pieces.

Just the Alpha Primes, empowered by their King Marks, could stand toe-to-toe.

Splash—!

Mavok’s alert arrived too late, as the initial assault wave dissolved into a bloody haze from a lone sweep by the Godlings. As anticipated, solely the Alpha Primes withstood the cut, enduring mere bruises on their limbs and hidden injuries.

Trivial damages for werewolves of such prowess—their healing abilities proved overwhelmingly potent.

Dwarves brought down their hammers and conjured a barrier of rock to grant the front line a moment to rally.

Awakened called forth their spirits, with some transforming into gladiator states, bolstering the barrier using elemental mana and spiritual essence. Yet despite the reinforcements, the Godlings pierced straight through and massacred the leading ranks.

Few managed even to survive the follow-up assault.

And survivors ended up too ravaged to rise again.

"Kyarggkk!"

A piercing shriek resounded over the chaos of battle.

It originated from an Awakened.

He appeared only lightly injured, bearing a straight gash over his torso—but he cried out regardless. Then, astonishing the onlookers, his eyes burst open and reformed into eerie duplicates of the Blood Moon.

Transformed into a frenzied beast, he spun and assaulted his comrades.

Numerous fighters reeled from the abrupt betrayal.

"Hey! Get a hold of yourself!" A Dwarf enveloped the Awakened in a massive bear hug from the rear, halting his wild frenzy.

Yet the plea failed to penetrate the madness.

"Kill me..." the Awakened murmured through his fury.

An elbow smashed into the Dwarf’s features, stunning him briefly as the force hurled him away.

His sturdy frame regained balance swiftly—but the Awakened was already closing in with a wind-formed blade poised to sever his head. At the last instant, a ring of purple fire erupted from the earth, engulfing the Awakened and reducing him to ashes.

Adhara floated above and eradicated those tainted by the Godlings’ madness.

She wished to spare them, but mercy had no place amid this strife.

It boiled down to swift action or perish.

"They spread the Blood Moon’s frenzy!" Mavok called up to her from the ground. "The Luna!"

Exclusively luna energy could fully suppress the Blood Moon’s wild rage.

Adhara sent a mental command to Evelyn without glancing back, urging her to address their afflicted allies turning feral. Her eyes blazed as four Godlings sprang toward her, identifying the primary threat.

All four moved with lethal agility, fanning out to strike from every direction.

Adhara drew upon her Fire of Jealousy, twisting it into an ascending spiral.

The atmosphere’s oxygen ignited fiercely as the blaze erupted, flinging the Godlings away. And as their landings gouged deep furrows into the soil, Adhara erupted from the whirlwind—like a phoenix rising anew from its embers.

Her gladiator form now enveloped her, and her spirit wound around her shoulder, hissing eagerly.

Paired with her flames gleamed the radiant might of the White Omicron, now infused with holy threads, causing it to shine more intensely and purely. While the Godlings’ vision and essence scorched beneath the veil of immaculate white, Adhara hunted for the dread that had lingered since leaving human lands.

Dread of falling short as the Silverstar Pack’s Female Alpha.

She released a measured breath. That dread eluded her entirely.

'I stand as the Female Alpha of the Silverstar Pack. Selected by him to guard in the void of his presence," Violet fire consumed her figure. And her spirit hissed with feral delight. 'Not even horrors dispatched by Gods shall breach my defense.'

Adhara and her spirit plummeted downward.

Like a shooting star, she slammed into the terrain with devastating impact.

A colossal detonation thundered outward, engulfing half the valley in purple inferno.

Two Godlings vanished utterly—before launching any counterblow, while the remaining pair suffered severe harm yet mended nearly immediately. Flames throbbed in Adhara’s grasp as she dashed at them relentlessly.

The keen arc of her claws sliced into a Godling’s tissue as she skidded aside from a swipe.

From below, the earth burst in a geyser of fire, submerging the Godling.

Simultaneously, another Godling assailed Adhara from the rear just as the one ahead dissolved into crimson vapor and evaded the blazing heat. A flurry of clashes unfolded in an instant, sparking clashes of scarlet and silver.

It seemed a duo against one, yet truly it pitted two against two.

She weaved amid flashing talons. Her spirit, shaped like an ordinary serpent, wrapped around her frame. From limbs to torso. And whipped its tail sharply at the oncoming Godlings.

Every strike set the Godlings ablaze internally, eruptions of fire blooming from their forms like unfolding petals.

Adhara slashed her claws into the third Godling and snapped off its skull in rapid sequence.

Then she booted the corpse aside, precisely as the fourth lunged from behind, only to meet empty space. It dispersed into blood fog, bracing for a rear assault, and reformed farther off, but Adhara’s velocity outpaced its expectation.

Her talons rent through divine meat and bone without mercy.

A deeply heated blood drenched her limb. The alluring aroma of godhood tantalized her senses. And the gurgling coughs from the fourth Godling’s throat soothed her hearing. With savage force, Adhara yanked her claws skyward from its gut and clutched the vertebrae before wrenching it free with the head attached.

Splash—!

Four Godlings collapsed, and a Silverstar remained upright.

Throughout the valley, as the forces clashed with waves of terrifying Godlings, the troops beheld her display as vividly as daylight. Howls ripped from werewolf maws. Shouts burst from humans and supernaturals alike.

None had toppled even one Godling.

Yet Adhara demonstrated its feasibility.

They simply required greater effort.

Witnessing the surging spirits of these insignificant humans, the Godlings charged ahead and became a whirlwind of death. Blood, viscera, and tissue scattered wildly as their talons shredded mortal barriers like tissue.

Sven and Adhara confronted them thanks to their exceptional lineages.

But for the rest? Utterly outmatched.

Growl—!

An alpha werewolf snarled in agony as a Godling’s claws raked his midsection.

He was flung away while the Godling surveyed the surroundings, hunting for additional prey.

Yet it sensed a hold on its limb.

The alpha werewolf clung on. Be it fortune or years of grueling training, the casual strike hadn’t bisected him. He endured. "Don’t underestimate me, God-born. I have always fought knowing death could take me at any moment. Have you ever?!"

A wild laugh erupted from the alpha werewolf’s jaws as he revealed his gore-stained teeth.

"Insect," the Godling seized the alpha werewolf by the throat and bellowed straight into his visage.

That bellow carried the Blood Moon’s essence.

It drew the blood directly from the alpha werewolf’s form, sapping him until he withered and faltered.

Though his flesh paled from blood loss, his clasp endured.

"Bid your goodbye to your home," the alpha werewolf declared. He expended his last vitality to mock death’s approach. "This place will be your grave. You will die along with mere mortals!"

Roar—!

Savagely, the Godling wrenched off his skull, ending him abruptly.

But soon he noticed hordes more cresting the hillside, descending upon him. He exposed his talons and bellowed—a scarlet blast erupted and halted his foes momentarily. And with haste, he skewered the closest through the torso.

An aged dwarf with robust limbs took the deadly thrust.

Fatal finality gleamed in his gaze.

He understood the peril of rushing a Godling headlong, yet he didn’t waver at the impalement.

A wry grin touched his mouth.

With resolve, he clasped the Godling’s limb and transmuted his frame to stone via his kin’s ancient incantation, multiplying his weight exponentially. Taken aback, the Godling couldn’t lift his arm, now pinned firmly.

The very notion of a lowly non-Silverstar mortal believing he could achieve anything was absurd.

He scoffed and lifted his talons for the killing stroke.

But in that instant, he detected the dwarf’s heartbeat had ceased.

It struck him then that the dwarf had offered his vital essence and strength to sustain the enchantment beyond death.

A valiant offering.

Another leaped upon the Godling unexpectedly, seizing his free arm. He flailed, hurling a dwarf aside, but replacements swarmed in. Over a dozen grappled his extremities. Some shielded with their forms to allow a dwarf near enough to grasp.

Even as predecessors burst into bloody vapor, the advance persisted unyielding.

It drove the Godling to fury when yet another dwarf secured his right leg and immobilized it.

"Mortals should bow down and die!" He thundered.

Through an opening, a courageous Awakened vaulted forward. He straddled the Godling, thighs clamping its throat while mana and spirit force surged wildly in his bloodstream. His eyes shone crimson, fully ensnared by the Blood Moon.

But he spared his allies.

"Nobody can touch the Silverstars!"

Kaboom—!

The Godling stumbled for the initial time as the suicidal blast truly wounded him.

Half his visage charred severely, though regeneration began, at a reduced pace.

More hurled themselves and triggered detonations.

A barrage of blasts visible from afar engulfed the Godling, and at its core, he wheezed in ruin. With restraints on limb and leg, his agility faltered against these fanatics who discarded life lightly.

He endured the blasts unwillingly.

A silhouette then sliced through the haze.

Its gaze trailed emerald afterimages. An Alpha Prime.

He bridged the gap swiftly and arrived at the Godling, talons plunging into the breast.

And with the slick noise of a stone splashing into water, the Alpha Prime extracted the Godling’s core and then severed its head before advancing to the subsequent foe.