The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1899: Chaotic Battlefield

Roars cracked, accompanied by the rending of flesh by fangs and claws.

Flunra observed the crimson wolves engaged in a brutal, self-destructive frenzy – a truly remarkable spectacle.

His immersion in the ancient runes had proven fruitful. His past association with the royal werewolves afforded him an intimate understanding of their nature, particularly during the full moon. Now, with the integration of a profound understanding of ancient runes within his mind, his capabilities expanded in ways unimaginable.

Indeed, his power could achieve so much more.

Formations or ancient runes that typically demanded hours, even days, of preparation were now conjured by him in mere seconds. He operated with the precision of a machine, a testament to his immense versatility. Having existed for an extended period, few phenomena could genuinely elicit surprise from him.

In less than a minute, thousands of crimson wolves perished.

They were turned against their own kind.

Merely by entering the vicinity of the golden goo’s alluring scent, these creatures succumbed to its hypnotic influence.

Compelled to unleash their fury upon their brethren.

"Flunra!"

A horned werewolf descended behind him, its eyes blazing like molten magma.

It was Prince Alaric.

He had finally arrived, accompanied by several Alpha Primes and a contingent of thousands of werewolves.

Many more were expected to join them shortly.

"What is the situation?" he inquired, his gaze faltering at the sight of the widespread carnage across the trench.

Based on Princess Selene’s earlier howl and the surrounding chaos, he surmised that an unforeseen third party had intervened in the ongoing conflict between the Clarentium Empire and the rebel forces. The energy signature and appearance of these attackers made it evident they were associated with the Blood Moon.

"Princess Selene and the Silverstar Pack are currently battling these entities," Flunra responded. "My conjecture is that Empress Evelyn’s success in pacifying them has incurred the displeasure of the Lunirich Gods. However, this is merely speculation on my part. Presently, these beasts are advancing towards the capital city."

Prince Alaric shifted his gaze to the side.

In the distant expanse where the trench terminated, crimson wolves were managing to slip through.

Despite the main horde being occupied, the flanks continued their relentless advance.

Their focus remained solely on reaching Dargena City, wholly disregarding the unfolding events at the center.

Prince Alaric prepared to issue a howl.

He intended to instruct the Alpha Primes and their subordinate werewolves to intercept the beasts that had breached the cordon. Flunra, however, raised an arm, signaling him to hold back. Dealing with the escapees was unnecessary.

"Concentrate on the main force," Flunra commanded.

"And those that have slipped past?" Prince Alaric’s frown deepened. "I understand the capital, Dargena City, is situated near the Dark Elf Kingdom. Between our current position and the city, our only potential allies are the Dwarves and the Tigermen. Neither race possesses the strength to repel even a single one of these creatures, let alone thousands."

"They will be overwhelmed in the blink of an eye," he added, his voice laced with concern. "And where is the Royal Black Prince?"

Merely by perceiving their auras, Prince Alaric could ascertain the immense power emanating from each of the attackers.

All of them had reached and were ascending beyond the ninth-rank realm.

No one from the Dwarven Kingdom or the Tigerman Kingdom could stand against such formidable foes.

"I have already issued directives to them," Flunra stated without looking away. "Regarding the emperor, he is not among us at this moment. This might explain the Blood Moon’s timing for this assault. It falls upon us alone to halt this horde."

Prince Alaric swallowed hard.

Even the combined might of all the high-ranking Supernatural races would be insufficient to contend with this overwhelming horde.

Yet, Flunra expected only them to be the ones to stop it.

It seemed an impossible task, but Flunra's demeanor suggested otherwise.

Roar—!

A crimson wolf vaulted over the trench, breaking free from the hypnotic spell, and lunged toward Flunra.

Prince Alaric threw himself into the beast's path, and the two collided, tumbling across the ground in a ferocious entanglement of limbs and struggle. The combat was brief. Prince Alaric’s claws found the creature’s throat, sinking deep, and with a single, savage twist, he ripped its head from its body.

The wolf died instantly.

Blood drenched Prince Alaric’s entire being as it seeped from the wolf's mangled fur.

He was utterly soaked.

"Inform the others and have them form a defensive line behind the trench to intercept any who manage to leap over," Flunra commanded, noticing the waning potency of the fragrant scent. "The stronger among them will accompany me into the heart of the horde."

"Into the horde? That’s suicidal."

"No. Simply instruct them to suppress their auras. They must refrain from utilizing moonlight energy. As long as our presence remains undetected by their senses, we can operate with impunity, inflicting greater casualties by accelerating their self-destruction."

Aooouuu—!

Prince Alaric issued a resonant howl.

It served as a signal to those positioned behind him, and they immediately complied with his instructions.

"I will accompany you."

"No, you're the Prince of the Demon Moon." The words were laden with expectation. "Your role isn't to fight alongside us; it lies elsewhere. Widen the trench by half a mile on each side, left and right. Try not to perish in the process. Once that's accomplished, I shall extend Princess Selene's power to encompass the entire length."

Within moments, the formation conceived by Flunra was swiftly executed.

Several thousand werewolves assumed positions behind the trench, widely spaced to maximize coverage—forming thin yet deliberate lines that stretched across a full mile. Any crimson wolf that managed to overcome the fragrance and breach the defenses would be met by their waiting blades.

In concert, they would tear it asunder before it could take another step.

Not far off, Prince Alaric streaked through the sky, landing decisively at the trench's edge.

He unleashed the Demon Moon King Mark, plunging his claws into the earth to deepen the trench.

Flunra and approximately a hundred others formed the vanguard of the formation. Most were Alphas, with merely a handful of Alpha Primes amongst them. The greater contingent remained further back, bolstering the line wherever it showed signs of faltering.

In a direct confrontation, only an Alpha Prime possessed the reliable capacity to defeat a singular crimson wolf.

The rest had to act as a unified force, or not at all.

Under Flunra's command, the group of a hundred surged forward, fanning out amidst the mayhem.

Instead of confronting the crimson wolves head-on or systematically reducing their numbers individually, this unit tipped the scales from the periphery. Within the tumult of the mêlée, they identified crimson wolves engaged in combat—sometimes with their own kind—and intervened.

A severed hind leg here.

A fatal strike delivered from an unseen angle there.

A well-timed trip that sent one sprawling.

They never fought in isolation. Their purpose was to conclude what others had initiated.

There was no necessity for direct engagement in the thick of the battle.

Their strategy involved offering assistance to one wolf, then seamlessly transitioning to the next fray.

This approach proved effective. In mere minutes, hundreds of the crimson wolves were felled.

Crack—!

A resounding crack echoed across the entire expanse of the battlefield.

Flunra halted his actions, his gaze snapping skyward. He observed the firmament rupture once more. This phenomenon wasn't occurring high above, where the observing Lunirich Gods resided. It emanated from the lower atmosphere, originating from a silvery mist, and soon enough, a colossal entity emerged.

His pupils widened, a reflex to the sight of the gargantuan creature emerging. It was a being of immense scale, comparable to a colossal structure.

It possessed an elongated, fearsome snout from which hot breath billowed and a glistening substance dripped. Silver eyes, shining with an intensity that rivaled the Blood Moon, surveyed the scene. Its fur rippled as liquid silver flowed across its form. Multiple tails dragged behind it, swaying as if imbued with independent volition.

Another summoned entity had arrived.

And for a fleeting moment, Flunra surmised it was an emissary of the Blood Moon.

It was not.

Adhara descended, landing precisely atop its head as the monstrous fox shattered the restraints that bound it.

Her violet flames cascaded from her body, coalescing into a massive fiery serpent that coiled around the fox like a belt. Resembling a deity, Adhara gazed down upon the encroaching horde, her eyes hardening with displeasure at the unfolding scene.

Disregarding Kaiser and Meloriana, Adhara directed the fox upwards.

With her back turned to the Lunirich Gods, she issued a guttural command, a clear directive understood implicitly by the fox.

All of its tails unfurled simultaneously—each transforming into a gaping maw of pure gravity, siphoning the ambient energy from the battlefield like bottomless black holes. The very air shrieked in protest as it was devoured. Subsequently, silver lances materialized. These were shafts of concentrated annihilation, humming with such potent energy that the fabric of the Mortal Realm's dimension groaned and visibly fractured at its edges.

Flames enshrouded each lance, a testament to the personal investment of power from its rider.

Adhara raised her arm, palm open—signaling the fox to prepare.

Below, Flunra immediately let out a fierce howl.

He recalled the werewolves still amidst the enemy ranks, ordering their swift retreat.

Concurrently, Adhara's arm descended.

Swoosh—!

The air itself screamed in sharp, piercing tones.

A relentless volley of lances tore through the atmosphere, emitting a sound akin to the heavens ripping apart. Each impact struck the earth with such prodigious force that the ground convulsed violently. The resulting tremor propagated outwards, unsettling everything—flesh, bone, and even the very air being breathed. Growls and whimpers intertwined, ascending in a unified chorus of profound suffering.

A somber requiem of agony was sung to the battered earth.

Yet, the lances' destructive path did not cease there.

From Adhara's elevated vantage point, the undeniable truth became apparent. Each lance had embedded its potent energy deep within the earth, and beneath the surface, these energies had commenced interconnecting—forming ethereal tendrils of light that snaked through the dark soil like a vascular network.

The luminescence bled upwards, bathing the ground in a radiant web of interconnected energy.

One by one, they linked, forging a singular, colossal nexus that spanned a vast segment of the enemy horde.

And with a sudden gleam in the fox's eyes, the lances detonated.

KABOOM—!

Waves of silvery energy obliterated the crimson wolves in their vicinity, while the accompanying flames reduced their forms to cinders. It was a catastrophic sequence of detonations that ravaged an immense area.

Tens of thousands of scarlet wolves met their end in a single, decisive strike.

Their forms shattered, exploding into blood that quickly dissolved into streams of Blood Moon energy, ascending into the heavens. This vapor coalesced into a crimson haze that enveloped the battlefield, obscuring all forms and dimming every vision.

It was as if the world was being viewed through clouded eyes, distorted and saturated in red.

Flunra surveyed the aftermath.

"When did she gain this power?" he pondered aloud. "She ought to have employed it sooner."

Witnessing the widespread devastation, Adhara intended to unleash another barrage. Such an action would have further diminished the encroaching horde, simplifying the task for Flunra and the werewolves. However, she was denied the opportunity to act again.

From within the dimensional pocket, a crimson radiance burst forth, issuing from a fissure.

It shot directly towards Adhara and the fox.

A bolt of black lightning trailed behind, but it was too slow to intercept the scarlet beam.

Boom—!

A colossal shockwave erupted as the red light impacted the fox. The extraordinary werewolf, fully augmented by the Blood Moon's power, sent the fox and Adhara plummeting from the sky. He had been engaged in a dual conflict, and this single misstep had enabled Adhara to devastate the enemy ranks.

Never again would he commit such an error.

He vowed not to repeat the mistake during this confrontation.

"Rise!" Flunra bellowed, jolting the werewolves from their stunned state as the horde advanced once more. "This is far from over!"

Meanwhile, Prince Alaric disregarded the surrounding commotion, dedicating his full attention to his assigned duty.

The task proved arduous, and his King Mark throbbed incessantly from the immense kingly energy required to expand the trench. Nevertheless, he persevered. He lifted his gaze, observing the passing scarlet wolves with unease.

Provided he maintained a safe distance, they posed no immediate threat, ensuring his safety.

Yet, a sense of disquiet lingered regarding the overall situation.

'Are the Dwarves and Tigermen truly capable of this...?' he questioned inwardly, doubt clouding his thoughts. 'What can they possibly achieve?'

At that precise moment, his eyes widened.

An unseen force struck his shoulder.

No, it was the wind.

A powerful gust slammed into him, followed swiftly by the sharp report of a sonic boom.

Prince Alaric braced against the wind, casting his eyes toward the shadow moving beneath the earth. He drew a sharp, cold breath as a creature emerged from the ground, revealing a shadowy form with four luminous azure eyes. Recognition dawned; the markings were unmistakable.

"Lord Kyran..." he whispered, comprehending the reason for Flunra's lack of concern regarding the wolves that had managed to pass through.