The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1900 1900: Impossible to Stop

Soldiers, numbering in the hundreds, converged on the square with hurried strides. Each warrior was clad in gleaming emerald armor, their weapons etched with luminous runes that amplified their unity and power. A state of emergency had been declared. For the first time in history, the empire faced an external attack, a truly alarming development.

"I shall initiate the teleportation formation shortly! Only the most elite may proceed!"

At the heart of a colossal formation array stood an elf, exuding an aura of regality. Queen Shanaela was channeling her nature energy into the intricate design. With the advent of the Second Breath, ancient methods were once again viable. Among these was the elven teleportation array, a significantly advanced iteration of the teleportation formations previously established by the Clarentium Empire throughout its dominion.

This particular array boasted an unparalleled connection, linking it to nearly every forest across the entire continent. Moreover, it possessed the remarkable capacity to transport a greater number of individuals utilizing considerably less energy.

An elven captain approached, offering a crisp salute. "Your Highness, we have managed to assemble approximately one thousand of our elites. The others could not return swiftly enough."

"Then a thousand it shall be! Usher them into the formation immediately!"

Mere moments prior, a report had surfaced detailing the intrusion of a peculiar, mutated creature into their forest. Its oddity wasn't merely its appearance, but rather a distinct mark upon its body: a silver star. While some advocated for its immediate demise, deeming it a potential threat—and recognizing that a silver star didn't exclusively signify the Silverstars—an elven captain made the prescient decision to capture it for presentation to Queen Shanaela. This choice would prove to be the correct one.

To their surprise, the mutated creature, a dire wolf, was indeed affiliated with the Silverstar Pack. Or, at the very least, it had been dispatched by them.

A Shaman of Great Nature delved into its memories, her confirmation absolute. The creature had been sent by Lord Flunra. Etched within the silver star marking was a psychic message—a warning to Queen Shanaela that the capital city was imminent danger of attack. Beyond this crucial warning, the message also provided approximate coordinates for the enemy's point of incursion.

Her assigned mission was to diminish the enemy's numbers through long-range engagement, a task she was now prepared to execute.

Once the contingent of one thousand elites was assembled, the teleportation array sprang to life. Roots erupted from the earth, weaving together to form a protective dome of nature, enfolding the entire army within its embrace. As the roots receded, the army found themselves no longer within the familiar confines of the Elf Kingdom.

"Scouts! Survey the surroundings!" Queen Shanaela commanded with an imposing gesture. "Seek out the approaching horde!"

A dozen elite elves immediately dispersed, their movements fluid as they leaped from tree to tree.

"Your Highness," an elven captain stated, standing beside the Queen, her gaze sweeping across the unfamiliar forest with a palpable frown. An unsettling aura permeated the air, suggesting the imminent arrival of an overwhelming enemy force. "Are we preparing to make our stand here?"

"No," Queen Shanaela replied, shaking her head. "Our objective is to thin their ranks sufficiently to prevent the horde from excessively burdening the Tigermen and the Dwarves who are currently establishing a buffer zone. Furthermore, we are not entirely unaided. Within the message, Lord Flunra indicated that the Orcs will be joining us."

Given that Dargena City was the ultimate target, the horde would first traverse their current position. Following them would be the Dwarves and the Tigermen, and ultimately, the Dark Elves. Under no circumstances could the horde be allowed to reach the Dark Elves; the proximity to the capital city was far too precarious.

"Still," the elven captain mused, her eyes fixed on the distant horizon. "Regardless of the horde's origin, numerous dominions lie in their path. Even in that direction, there lies the Magma Rain Dominion. Any entity passing through there would be incinerated. I doubt the horde could advance much further."

Many regions had been infused with potent nature energy, evolving into sentient dominions. Each possessed a consciousness and an ego, inherently hostile towards those harboring ill intentions. Their rulers actively engaged and repelled any being the dominion deemed unwelcome. In retrospect, the likelihood of the horde reaching the capital city seemed negligible.

Not without a meticulously crafted map. Not without precise knowledge of their intended route.

"Do you truly believe Lord Flunra would overlook such a contingency?" Queen Shanaela inquired, an eyebrow raised questioningly. Lord Flunra's venerable age precluded such a fundamental oversight. "And observe the sky above you. Presently, it is the Blood Moon. Dire occurrences are entirely possible."

Werewolves were known to descend into a feral madness under the influence of the Blood Moon; this was common knowledge. However, other supernatural races experienced similar, albeit perhaps less extreme, effects. Queen Shanaela would not be surprised if even the Order Beasts were susceptible to the Blood Moon's potent influence.

"Dispatch a search for any nearby Order Beasts," she instructed another elven captain, recalling the significant advantage that could be gained by pitting the Order Beasts against the approaching horde. "Remain in close proximity to them, and await my signal to lure them towards me."

"Yes, Your Highness," the elven captain confirmed, gesturing to a few others before swiftly departing.

Swish—!

Queen Shanaela ascended a tree, positioning herself at its apex to survey the landscape ahead.

Presently, she found herself within a forest, a mountain looming behind her. To the northeast lay a vast grassy plain, and as the elven captain had reported, the Magma Rain Dominion was situated not far off, its terrain scarred by severe lava fissures that extended into the surrounding areas.

Just then, several figures materialized from the slope opposite them.

It was the Orcs.

Regrettably, their vanguard wasn't led by the Orc King himself, but by a War Chief. His power level was close to the early ninth-rank realm, inferior to Queen Shanaela, but that was of little consequence.

At his side stood over a dozen Orc Shamans, notorious for their potent weakening curses. Furthermore, the aura emanating from the forces concealed by the slope suggested an army size exceeding Queen Shanaela's own contingent.

She estimated their numbers to be around five thousand.

For the ensuing hour, an eerie silence prevailed – the quiet anticipation preceding a major conflict.

Queen Shanaela and the War Chief meticulously devised their defensive strategies, while scouts diligently monitored the terrain, guarding against long-range attacks and ambushes. The armies remained on high alert, poised for the horde's imminent emergence, prepared for any eventuality.

Then, the earth began to tremble.

The vibrations were unmistakably caused by a marching force, not a natural tremor.

"From where is it coming?!" Queen Shanaela cried out.

Despite dispatching numerous scouts to survey the region, not a single one had returned with a report.

Boom—!

Suddenly, a colossal eruption roared to life.

Queen Shanaela swiftly climbed the tree once more and gasped aloud.

From the Magma Rain Dominion, volcanic eruptions erupted violently, spewing fire and ash skyward. Several unleashed simultaneously—a symphony of destruction. This signaled that the dominion was under attack. However, the ground beneath her feet vibrated with ever-increasing intensity.

A clear indicator that the dominion was faltering.

"Impossible…" Her breath caught in her throat. "Even the dominions cannot halt its advance?"

There was no time to spare.

Queen Shanaela summoned an intricately crafted bow, its frame fashioned from the living roots of the Great Tree, giving it a lighter hue. It was a weapon befitting the Queen of the Elves. Raising it skyward, she channeled Nature's energy along the bowstring, conjuring a radiant bow in mere seconds.

With the forest's breath at her back, she unleashed it.

Swish—!

This was the signal for the other elves, stationed near the nearby Order Beasts.

Across the field, the War Chief and his Orcs let out a deafening battle cry that smote the air.

It surged like a rolling shockwave, rattling the very air around them as they brandished their weapons together in a display of martial intimidation. Yet, such tactics proved ineffective against a divine army, and utterly useless against the incoming horde.

Boom—!

At that very moment, the dome of the Magma Rain Dominion imploded.

Thousands of crimson beings surged forth, swarming like ants.

An intense wave of heat slammed into Queen Shanaela and the elven ranks behind her. It was far more than a simple rise in temperature; it pricked the skin and permeated deeper, igniting an unnatural rage that made their lungs heave.

Woven through this oppressive heat was an overwhelming bloodlust.

Something utterly primal.

So potent it began to manifest physically.

A pervasive crimson aura spread across the grassy plain, transforming its very essence into blood.

"Now, activate the array!" Queen Shanaela commanded, gesturing with her hand, instructing the Shamans she had brought to engage the array they had meticulously prepared over the past hour. She had anticipated the horde would average around the ninth-rank realm, necessitating this power-boosting measure.

Others had attempted to dissuade her, arguing that such a scenario was improbable.

They insisted there was no way the horde could possess soldiers averaging at the ninth-rank realm.

Thank Mother Nature that she had disregarded their counsel.

The horde's strength not only averaged at the ninth-rank realm but reached its peak. Without the array, the elves would have been utterly incapable of repelling them even slightly. A chant commenced, the formation flared to life, and the earth around them fractured with a deafening crack.

Dozens of colossal sunflowers erupted from the ground, their petals unfurling rapidly.

Behind the sunflowers, the elven elites were divided into two corps.

Less than half of them would draw upon the array's energy to enhance their bows, while the remaining contingent would channel their combined might directly into the sunflowers. Each bloom was now infused—carrying the collective power of over a hundred elves.

Queen Shanaela ascended, hovering above the sunflowers.

As the sole controller of these formidable plants, her focus was fixed entirely on the advancing horde.

"Mother Nature, lend me your strength!"

With a battle cry, she pointed towards the massive horde, and the sunflowers unleashed devastating energy beams. Following behind, a barrage of human-sized arrows rained down upon the onslaught, gathering immense power in the air as they drew sustenance from the forest itself.

Boom—!

Boom—!

Explosions thundered with each impact.

Pulsating waves of verdant energy radiated outward, possessing the might to shatter any kind of horde.

Yet, as the relentless beams continued, Queen Shanaela's eyes narrowed. A chilling premonition coursed down her spine as she observed that the devastating explosions barely impacted the horde. Most of the crimson wolves were merely flung a few meters aside.

A small number were sent flying further. Only a select few.

Despite the immense Qi contained within each beam, it failed to even capture the crimson wolves' attention.

The horde pushed through the beams, advancing relentlessly and completely disregarding the elves.

Meanwhile, the Orcs fared somewhat better than the Elves.

The War Chief repeatedly slammed his club into the ground, each strike unleashing violent soundwaves that sliced through the air towards the horde. His guttural growl resonated like thunder, and he pounded his chest in a display of primal defiance.

Behind him, the Orcs echoed the thunderous rhythm.

It was a taunt fueled by raw power.

And it proved effective.

Unlike the sunflowers, this taunt succeeded in drawing the attention of a hundred wolves, which then shifted their focus and charged towards them.

Knowing the next step, the War Chief and the Orcs retreated down the slope, where their Shamans had meticulously prepared a trap for the approaching crimson wolves. This killing zone was designed to enable them to vanquish even more formidable enemies.

"How is this possible?" Queen Shanaela clenched her teeth, her expression grim.

Her powerful sunflowers were not yielding the expected results.

And given the horde's sheer speed, hundreds had already breached her defensive perimeter and continued their advance.

"And where is Lord Kyran? Lord Flunra assured me he would be arriving as well."

SHING—!

At that precise moment, from an unexpected direction, a colossal structure of jagged, searing ice erupted from the earth, effectively halting the horde's relentless advance. The crimson wolves slammed headlong into the frozen barrier, their momentum instantly extinguished.

From the flank, a shadow streaked across the ground—galloping on all fours and rapidly closing the distance.

Queen Shanaela squinted, her gaze piercing the gloom, and realized then that it was Kyran. He had finally caught up, intercepting their path.

Moving like a bolt of lightning, Kyran tore past the faltering horde and surged ahead, relentlessly pursuing those that had managed to slip through the initial blockade. Queen Shanaela bit her lower lip until blood welled, the metallic taste of it grounding her amidst the chaos.

The responsibility now rested upon her shoulders alone.

Otherwise, Kyran and the entire united front of the allied kingdoms would face dire consequences.