The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1847: Blood Moon’s Fearmonger

The fight between the empire's troops and the Godlings raged onward. The battlefield had transformed into a gruesome garden of corpses and blood, a realm adored by death itself. Even veterans hardened against violence couldn't suppress the nausea rising in their stomachs at the horrifying display.

Bodies, entrails, and all sorts of bodily fluids lay exposed for all to witness.

It required numerous fighters to bring down even one Godling.

Without their ruthless, sacrificial strategies, the losses would have been far greater.

Fewer than a quarter of the initial army numbers were left standing.

Their commanders, who spearheaded the assault, remained astonishingly alive. A few were still locked in combat.

Mavok, Fenrik, and Valkis bore grievous injuries, twisted and broken, reducing them to shadows of their former selves.

Only Laykard, Adhara, and Gistella managed to stay upright.

Yet even they were drained and bore injuries too severe for their healing abilities to repair.

In spite of their dire state, their lips twisted into a bold, faint grin. They had whittled the Godlings down to just a few. The majority had been overwhelmed by sheer numbers until they became nothing but crimson smears across the soil.

The War Spell, Evelyn's luna energy that kept most from losing control, combined with the army's sheer, unyielding resolve, allowed them to repel the Godlings. Victory loomed near for them.

Or so it seemed they ought to claim victory.

Still, Evelyn understood that vanquishing the Godlings held no true significance.

Kaiser and Meloriana could summon these Godlings from their domains—and they could unleash as many more as they desired. Thus, this battle meant little. What truly counted was stalling long enough for Rex to rejoin them.

Time kept slipping away relentlessly even now.

'Hurry, Rex,' Evelyn urged silently, her fists balled tight. 'Where in the world are you?'

[Should the Alpha fail to show, you must—]

'He'll show up!' she retorted in her mind, rejecting any doubt. 'He will.'

Rex alone possessed the power to end this crisis.

The alternative path to success involved sealing the blood moon's eye, the gateway linking this isolated dimension to Kaiser's realm. Though Evelyn yearned for that outcome, it appeared far less feasible than merely holding out for Rex.

No, it was utterly impossible with Kaiser and Meloriana present right there.

Even as the Godlings fell, their faces showed no alteration.

As if they foresaw the future unfolding precisely as planned.

More reinforcements were on the way.

Evelyn sensed that those two entities had more in store beyond dispatching the Godlings.

She couldn't pinpoint why they stayed so restrained even now, but they seemed to be biding their time.

Truth be told, she felt relieved by their inaction, for if Kaiser and Meloriana had assaulted with their full might from the outset, the army might not have lasted beyond a single minute. Yet it troubled her deeply that Rex hadn't arrived yet.

'I can't say how much longer we can hold,' Evelyn pushed down her anxiety and all dark thoughts.

Her expression had to remain steadfast, as she served as the army's pillar of resolve.

A gentle drop landed on Evelyn's stoic face. She missed the sensation of the first, but the next one nearly brushed her lashes before striking her upper cheek. Evelyn felt the dampness and caught the metallic scent.

And just like that, the heavens began weeping blood.

In the distance, Adhara launched her spirit energy toward a lone Godling.

Its jaws gaped wide, ready to devour, yet the Godling evaded by tumbling aside.

But as it regained its footing, Adhara was already closing in, her slash targeting the throat.

Swoosh—!

'One more down,' Adhara shifted her eyes and tallied the surviving Godlings. 'Just three left.'

At that instant, though, a sinister grin spread across the Godling's features as its hand lashed out with impossible velocity, knocking Adhara's claws away like pesky insects. Her strike cut through empty space, and for a split second, astonishment overtook her concentration.

Splash—!

"Huurghk!"

Adhara's eyes bulged in shock.

Claws tore into her midsection—with force and impact capable of crumbling mountains and more. Blood erupted from her lips as she was hurled backward, skidding along the terrain and gouging two deep furrows a foot wide.

"Adhara!" Gistella cried out in alarm.

But Laykard held her back, "Stay on me. I can't handle these two by myself—."

Bam—!

Faster than a shadow, a Godling raked Laykard's visage, forcing him to drop to one knee and a hand.

He failed to rise in time—before a kick launched him tumbling through the valley, smashing against the edge.

Gistella's dark heart pounded fiercely, channeling vast power into her armored talons.

Her black heart had absorbed energy from nearly two Godlings, and she unleashed it all in this single blow. The Godling confronted her directly with its savage, gore-streaked claws. The ferocious blast from their collision flattened the surrounding earth.

That's when she inhaled sharply, realizing her power couldn't overwhelm the Godling.

In fact, it failed to even budge the Godling.

Only moments before, her strikes had crushed two Godlings.

Now, she couldn't repel a single one.

And that pointed to just one conclusion.

'They... They're adapting to this realm?!'

Boom—!

Gistella's assault broke apart as the Godling's claws thrust ahead and impaled her abdomen, flinging her backward nearly a mile—until she too collided with the boundary. Her form contorted grotesquely, leaving no doubt she was gravely hurt.

In an instant, after the sky unleashed its bloody tears, Evelyn beheld her allies being utterly crushed.

Even elsewhere, a Godling had pinned Sven as he snarled and struggled to escape.

The tide had turned abruptly against them.

All four Godlings now encircled the army's surviving members, with Evelyn and Princess Selene trapped in the midst. Witnessing the elite warriors among them felled so swiftly eroded the courage of the leftover troops.

Laying down their lives held honor and purpose if it meant felling a Godling.

But now, it seemed hopeless to claim even one more, no matter how many sacrificed themselves.

Minutes earlier, fatigue and worry had etched the Godlings' features. Yet now, those weaknesses dissolved into icy scorn. One fixed its gaze on Evelyn and spoke, "Have you had your fun? It has been quite intense to see how mortals flail."

A chill sweat beaded on Evelyn's brow as her countenance darkened.

She knew Kaiser and Meloriana weren't finished, but surely the Godlings ought to be.

Yet that proved untrue.

As the spark of hope dimmed in Evelyn's eyes, the Godling smirked.

"You think there is victory here to be reached... There is none," the Godling's words echoed through the hush as numerous shapes began rising from the gore-soaked earth. Every Godling lived. "Gods wield the fate of mortals. Everything that happened happened by his will."

Evelyn scanned her surroundings, teeth clenched.

Her gaze locked onto the forms emerging from the soil, recognizing them as Godlings.

All matched the ones slain in this conflict.

She had watched them ripped apart, smashed to pulp, or consumed before her very eyes.

But not one had perished for real.

"No!" An Awakened braced himself sturdier and clutched his mana-imbued blade firmer, staring down the Godling with fierce rebellion. "No one will lay their hands on the empress! Nobody! Over my dead body! As long as I breathe and my heart is still beating, you will not get to her!"

His comrades echoed the rallying shout, closing ranks tighter.

Such resistance and devotion deserved praise.

But with a mere gesture from the Godling, they all perished before igniting their powers.

Each burst inward, drenching the spot in a savage spray.

Blood sprayed across Evelyn's features. Warm. Still heated by the fire of their defiance and loyalty.

Evelyn brushed the blood with her fingertips and regarded it with a trembling spirit.

Gradually, the blood on her fingers, plus the pools and seeps vanishing into the ground, started to stir.

It flowed toward the Godling, drawn as if it alone commanded their pull. Absorbing this blood, the Godling shed its deception, revealing its authentic form, which exposed it as far beyond an ordinary Godling.

He embodied a werewolf of profound terror.

His limbs stretched thin and impossibly elongated. He rose on hind legs so extended that his knees nearly scraped the dirt. His arms hung below his feet, bony and distorted. A tail of serpentine length writhed behind, issuing a creepy sloshing noise with every movement.

And his countenance was formless and ravaged, encircling eyeballs formed wholly of foul, crimson blood.

No matter the agony twisting his frame during the change, his eyes remained locked on the Luna Empress.

"Why...?" Evelyn finally found words. "Why are you so insistent on attacking us?"

"You asked a question of which the answer you should know, but no matter, I will use this moment to remind you all," the terrifying Godling held no grudge, for she lacked knowledge of the realm Rex dared to defy. "Bound mortals do not possess their own lives. They exist by another’s will, moment by moment, and the dues of living are paid in service.

"Your Alpha is a mortal who believes his life belongs to anyone but us," the Godling shook his head as if he pitied Rex for thinking so. "He is deluded by power—when the only good from his existence can only be eternal service to us."

"How can his life belong to you when he was not a werewolf in the first place?" She argued.

Before all this, Rex had been human.

The werewolf ancestor struck a pact with the Lunirich Gods to bolster his kind.

Humans had never interacted with the Lunirich Gods.

And that fact alone clarified that Rex's life wasn't theirs, regardless of his current werewolf status.

Evelyn observed the eerie Godling cock his head.

"You still don’t understand, no matter." He shakes his head and turns his head away.

From the flanks, the other three Godlings hauled the captives, pulling them along the ground like dead weight. All hung limp, feeble, and powerless to fight. Only Sven remained vigorous, while Adhara stayed conscious but unable to resist as she was yanked by her ankle.

She raised her head and met Evelyn's eyes with regret.

Evelyn ground her teeth.

After all they'd endured, Adhara owed no apologies.

It was already a wonder they'd withstood these superior entities for so long.

Soon, this ordeal would end.

Rex was on his way.

She held that faith with utter conviction.

"You haven’t broken down yet," the eerie Godling eyed Evelyn, detecting a lingering spark of hope in her demeanor. "You still believe that he will come to rescue you. I understand. He has been reliable and strong. But this time, he won’t be coming."

"Wha—" Evelyn's composure fractured.

But she swiftly regained control and banished the despair, "What did you do to him?!"

She received no reply.

"Have you found the location of that vampire?" He asked.

One of the Godlings advanced and conjured a blood mirror. It wavered then clarified into a reflective pane showing a scene. A known chamber. A bed in the middle. A woman rested upon it. Pale and frail. And under the covers, her belly swelled faintly.

Evelyn identified her at once.

It was Calidora.

"Yes," the Godling nodded. "Her location is hard to track, but we found her."

"Kill her. Make her bloody on the bed," the eerie Godling commanded icily, then hesitated. "Before she draws her last breath, carve out her womb. And then seal the space around her. Make sure when he returns, he can picture her struggle."