The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1859: Demigod Hunting (2)

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Previously on The Invincible Full-Moon System...

Rex engages in a brutal hunt against a Godling, pushing his limits as the beast side takes hold. Despite initial difficulties with the Godling's foreign energy and invisible attacks, Rex counters with his own refined combat skills and the power of his Blood Moon Echo. Davina joins the fray with devastating force, leaving their opponent significantly wounded and reeling from the assault. While the current target is on the brink of defeat, the duo turns their attention to the struggle faced by Lilliana elsewhere.

Just like Rex, this Godling stands as an Awakened Demigod.

Rex felt confident that the Godling originated from the God Realm, evident from his elevated divine points—equivalent to divine strands. This superiority clearly explained how he withstood the relentless storm of brutal assaults.

<Notice: the user can increase divine strands through myriad ways, but the most common and also effective method is to develop a unique method, via the entity’s own realm. In the user’s case, via the Silverstar Genesis.>

Should he manage to turn devouring Demigods into a source of divine strands beyond mere exp, his path to even greater power in the God Realm would be secured. Advancing in divinity would become much simpler.

Yet at this moment, such a pursuit held no appeal for him.

"I don’t like this."

Arms folded tightly, Davina fixed her gaze on the regenerating Godling, her frown deepening obviously.

Rex first assumed her unease stemmed from the regeneration, yet that appeared far from the truth.

Annoyance dominated her expression far more than any worry.

"Don’t like what?"

"My explosion ought to surpass anything you unleashed, yet it merely scorched the surface. That defies logic. I held back some, but I infused my Law and Echo into that blast."

"Does that trouble you so deeply?" Rex inquired, only to receive a sharp glare that prompted him to clear his throat and explain further. "It stems from my greater number of divine strands compared to yours. In the God Realm, everything hinges on those divine strands that define one’s divinity.

"His divinity exceeds ours, reducing the impact of our strikes against him."

"I see," Davina acknowledged with a nod, though it failed to ease her frustration. "Was that the strange energy that flowed into me after you transformed Lilliana?"

"Yes," Rex affirmed.

He had added Davina and Lilliana to the inner pack precisely to grant them divine strands.

Entering the God Realm without divine strands would render them utterly defenseless. They’d face extreme vulnerability to Godling assaults, and their own blows would inflict zero harm on Godlings.

Since Rex enlisted their aid, integrating them into the inner pack proved vital first.

"And before you inquire further, I’ll explain everything later," Rex shifted his eyes away, redirecting focus to the Godling.

The same burning desire for power gleamed in Davina’s gaze.

Confronted by a fresh power source like divine strands, curiosity gripped her irresistibly.

True fascination sparkled in her eyes, setting her apart sharply from the rest.

For Evelyn, Adhara, and Gistella, strength equated to shadows and burdens—largely Rex’s doing. They witnessed his explosive rise. Saw him ascend power ladders. And firsthand, they observed no positives emerging from it.

Merely endurance. Merely heavier loads. Merely the means to persist breathing amid a world bent on destruction.

Matters only intensified further.

His dark outlook influenced them deeply, and it showed plainly.

Davina stood apart.

Much like Rex, her ambition drove her to pursue ever greater might.

As nobility, she thrived in a realm where the feeble fell prey, and that shaped her core.

She displayed the keenest thrill toward prospects like this.

"Shall we finish him?" Rex gripped his neck and cracked it audibly.

"Sure," Davina consented, her eyes igniting with playful mischief. "I want to experiment with something too."

Meanwhile, the Godling heaved ragged breaths.

’I’m falling to someone from the Mortal Realm...? Me? Defeated?’ Rage quaked through his form as the thought consumed him. ’I should’ve skewered him sooner, but what force was that? His power eludes my senses!’

The notion fueled his fury hotter.

Normally, lower-plane beings failed to detect his essence, not vice versa.

Yet Rex’s method of halting the spear evaded his perception entirely.

Dizziness clouded his mind. Lowering his stare drained him immensely—and even then, his sight flickered wildly, as if the world’s light dimmed and flared. Still, Rex’s silhouette pierced the dissipating smoke clearly.

Crimson eyes drawing nearer.

To any bystander, confusion would reign over who truly belonged to this realm.

The smug visage rising from shadows shattered the Godling’s restraint.

Abruptly, his gaze swept the surroundings, locking onto a distant Gardener of Zev observing safely afar. "You!" the Godling jabbed a finger toward the Gardener. "I’m a scion of the Montrax Clan—aid me in slaying this beast!"

Despite the imperious demand, the Gardener remained rooted.

"If you refuse to assist immediately—" Venom laced his words, eyes blazing madly. "Your kin. Your allies. Your offspring." His tone surged to a frantic bellow. "If you don’t aid me RIGHT NOW—!"

Words halted abruptly.

Threats failed; the Gardener merely trembled and ducked behind cover.

Zev likely ordered them to hold back, and as slaves, obedience defined their role. Even facing illicit acts by their lord, refusal lay beyond slaves’ rights.

More promises teetered on the Godling’s tongue, but the Gardener vanished.

Solitude engulfed him once more.

"Any last words?"

Rex’s voice resonated like doom’s toll, yanking the Godling’s focus inescapably.

Teeth clenched fiercely.

"Spare me that nonsense now!" the Godling conjured yet another unseen spear. Regeneration continued on his injuries, breaths strained heavily, yet defiance blazed undimmed in his stare. "Victory isn’t yours! I still hold a shot!"

"Chance?" Rex burst into laughter, as if struck by the era’s greatest jest. "Where hides your victory? Truly among us? Why does no trace reach my senses?!"

CRACK—!

From the heavens plunged a colossal, searing lightning bolt.

Thunder rumbled instants later, rattling the atmosphere. Midway, the strike forked into three prongs slamming distinct Godling zones. Limbs and chest seized as the forks seared into flesh.

Savage electric surges ravaged him, freezing every motion.

Immobility gripped him. No counter. No support for his boasts.

Rex lunged forward.

Claws burrowed toward the Godling’s gut, intent on ripping entrails free—but Awakened Demigod iron hide proved tougher than foreseen. Full-powered thrust barely embedded claws two inches.

Insufficient depth.

A bellow tore from the Godling as he unleashed the phantom spear.

Absolute Anger Effect halted it anew.

Rex seized the Godling’s head rear and smashed it into his upward knee, fracturing facial bones while the foe reeled. Relentlessly, Rex hammered the identical spot once more.

Claws plunged further, contacting vital innards.

Instantly, the Godling clamped Rex’s wrists.

"Don’t underestimate me!" He bellowed raspily; crimson sprayed gruesomely from his maw.

Boom—!

Alien force pierced Rex’s flesh, disrupting inner energy currents and overpowering him.

Potency exceeded expectations.

Luckily, Rex held no illusions about his foe.

Suddenly, the Godling’s breath hitched sensing a flanking blur—Davina charging sideways. She slipped behind him swiftly. Before response, her jaws parted, revealing elongated fangs, and clamped his throat.

A savage yank tore away a massive flesh slab.

"As he said," she murmured softly. "You’re already dead. You don’t know it yet."

"W-Wh—arghkk"

Choking seized the Godling, freeing Rex, who thrust his hand profoundly inward and upward.

He clutched the neck and wrenched it free.

"I’ll be taking this," Rex dangled the extracted heart before the Godling’s eyes. "You can die now."

Strings severed, the Godling crumpled to knees then toppled aside like a puppet.

No Awakened Demigod endures heart extraction.

Rex consumed the heart as prime fare, gnawing the organ and relishing the blood. Heart powers the frame, blood fuels it. Fangs piercing unleashed a warm flood across his palate.

Warmth lingered in the blood.

Their union yielded exquisite, delectable bliss.

Precisely the sustenance destined for him.

He long knew hearts ranked supreme, but Varya and Shade Crawlers hammered it home.

Eyes shut, Rex immersed in the sensory deluge surging internally.

He activated fresh Nigh-Divine Adaptation skill to process the ingested heart.

All heart-embedded traits. Every inscription. Every divine secret etched in flesh. The skill dissected them, reshaping Rex’s form. Subtle shifts invisible now, yet soon undeniable.

Inhaling deeply, awareness bloomed at last.

An essence. Faint. Pervading the air anew.

Rex couldn’t label it yet, but detection came naturally.

Surely the elusive God Realm energy now within grasp.

Nigh-Divine Adaptation enabled adaptation to sense and wield the realm’s prime force. Impermanent, though. The Sudden Quest offset that flaw.

At minimum for the energy aspect.

Beyond that, the Godling yielded extras.

<Notice: the user has temporarily obtained Minor Steel Oustification>

Rex glanced at the Godling’s remains.

Then his sight snagged on sidelined Davina. Hand masked her mouth inadequately, blood trailing from lips to chin. Only now did Rex remember her throat-ripping bite with fangs.

A primal, brutal deed alien to her noble Werewolf newbie status.

"Was that your experiment?" He queried.

"Hmm, hmm," Davina bobbed her head enthusiastically, near-bouncing. Werewolves craved flesh and blood feasts; she yearned to confirm her nature. "I hesitated greatly to attempt it. Blood surrounded my life, often repulsing me."

Expression flickered thoughtfully. "But now... I sense I’ve transcended mere Spirit. And I grasp why devouring foes appeals to you,"

Her faint smile emerging as hand lowered etched deep furrows across Rex’s brow.

Moments passed in intense scrutiny of her.