The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1909: Destruction’s Reach

Success was achieved.

Vivian raised her arm, acting as a shield against the ferocious shockwave.

She witnessed the complete vaporization of countless animals, their forms obliterated.

As Qonvale had stipulated, a thoroughly restrained beast from the Blood Moon was successfully retrieved. A general from the Dwarven Kingdom, accompanied by his elite units, was responsible for its capture. Though many perished during the operation, the objective was met.

Along with the war bears they provided, they guided the crimson wolf towards a specially prepared pit.

Within this pit lay thousands of mutated creatures and several Order Beasts.

All of them were either bound or severely injured, poised for sacrifice.

The strategy was to entrap the crimson wolf among these sacrificed beasts, compelling it to annihilate them all. This process, while time-consuming, was deemed a viable alternative. However, an unexpected intervention occurred—the Witch of Chaos.

She materialized from the Humming Damned Forest, casting a potent hex upon the crimson wolf.

This hex was designed to escalate its rage to an uncontrollable level, ultimately leading to self-destruction.

This catastrophic event was the origin of the shockwave that impacted everyone in the vicinity with the force of a speeding train.

Once the violent blast finally subsided, Vivian hurried to the pit's edge, confronting a gruesome scene. Every mutated animal and Order Beast within had been reduced to a state of utter ruin. Only viscous gore remained, their remains emitting a faint, sizzling energy that curled upwards like steam from a freshly prepared meal.

"Vivian!" Jarvald emerged from the dense woods, approaching her. "There must be at least a thousand of them remaining nearby!"

Instantly, Vivian’s gaze shifted to Qonvale.

Her eyes conveyed a silent inquiry, seeking confirmation of the plan's success.

"Just you wait," Qonvale replied, looking skyward. "It should be any moment now."

As if on cue, the residual energy pulsing from the remains ignited something in the heavens. An immense presence materialized without warning. For such a powerful entity to emerge, the very fabric of space should have torn, yet it remained intact.

This colossal energy seemed to integrate seamlessly with the world, causing no disruption.

A blinding column of light descended from above.

It illuminated the entire forest, forcing all within to avert their eyes to avoid being blinded.

Vivian, too, found herself bathed in the radiant light. A sense of exhilaration coursed through her. This was it—the world’s inherent energy. Her gaze remained fixed on the center of the pit, observing a reaction originating from the very spot where the crimson wolf had ceased to exist.

It was scrutinizing the events within its domain, attempting to discern the cause of the sudden, widespread demise of its inhabitants. As the living consciousness of the land, it perceived every being that dwelled upon it.

However, the entity responsible for the slaughter of these mutated animals and Order Beasts was unknown to it.

Understanding blossomed within the descending light, accompanied by a terrifying brilliance.

"Erghk...!" Vivian groaned as the beam of light intensified, flaring with white-hot intensity.

Then, it shot upwards in a probing pillar, precisely aimed at the Blood Moon. Its trajectory pointed directly at the source of the darkness that had plagued the night. Vivian tilted her head back, her eyes fixed on the beam of light with unwavering hope.

Gelmar, positioned not far away, also observed the spectacle.

Though his eyes bled from the searing light, he found himself unable to look away.

'Every resource the empire commands has been depleted. Should the horde advance—nothing remains between them and the capital except the Witch of Chaos and the soldiers still within its walls,' He clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned stark white—as though sheer force could dispel the Blood Moon from the sky. 'This is our world. Our dominion. Please—let this night conclude!'

Kaboom—!

An explosion unfurled across the sky, resembling a blossoming flower of pure light.

For a fleeting moment, the entire nocturnal vista was consumed by the world’s energy, as if day had finally dawned.

The silhouettes of every tree, every mountain, and every living creature were seared against the incandescent sky.

Subsequently, the ground trembled violently. The tremors permeated stone and soil indiscriminately, throwing individuals to their knees and fracturing the earth as if it were ancient bone. The sound lagged behind, a delayed cataclysm, arriving not merely as noise but as a palpable pressure that forced the breath back into one's throat.

Soon after, the true blast wave struck.

Crack—!

The forest instantly yielded to its immense power—ancient trees were uprooted and hurled aside like discarded kindling, their roots flailing helplessly in the air. Across the firmament, the spatial tears that had bled crimson for hours began to convulse.

One after another, they collapsed inward, their edges sealing themselves shut.

Yet, the great wound commanded all attention; the gaping scar that had cradled the Blood Moon. It was the fissure that had previously defied the world's authority with its very existence. It began to contract, drawing in the energy it had emitted.

Slowly, it tightened around the crimson orb, obscuring it from the sky like a closing eyelid.

Behind it, the Blood Moon flickered and dimmed. Its baleful light bled away, retreating from the world inch by inch, until all that remained was a fading stain. Qonval’e’s method worked perfectly. Even though they were facing higher beings, they managed to protect their world.

"Get out of here, bastards!"

"This our world!"

"Yeah! Long live the empire!"

Cheers erupted across the entire area. Soldiers from different races raised their weapons, exhaling their pent-up emotions. So many marched out expecting to face horrors from a higher dimension—steeled to lay down their lives in defense of the empire.

Prepared to fight an impossible battle.

But fortune and the empire’s unbreakable spirit had carried them through.

Now, the calamity had passed, and it had taken no more than it already had.

It was a total victory.

But their cheers came prematurely.

Roar—!

A thunderous roar exploded in the distance, one that didn’t seem to belong to this world.

Gelmar snapped his gaze toward Jarvald, seeing that an Awakened had reported to him something.

"What is it?!" He asked. "What made that roar?!"

"It’s the crimson wolves that had entered the forest!" Jarvald roared back.

He immediately rallied the forces.

"Hold a little bit longer!" Qonvale roared from the flank—her voice cut through the chaos. "The world’s energy is overpowering the Blood Moon! Soon, very soon, every creature bound to it will be expelled from this realm. Just endure! A minute, no more!"

"Formation!" Gelmar’s voice thundered.

Every single soldier obeyed the order before the echo died. A single word spawned a thousand perfectly synchronized movements. Red Prudian armor flowed like liquid discipline; each soldier pivoted, locked, and steeled their hearts with the mindless precision of clockwork.

Shields snapped together edge-to-edge with a sound like a great iron door slamming shut.

Heat sizzled instantly along the shield wall.

It was the inherent power within the metal that answered its masters, and the air began to warp and also sizzle, charged with a shimmering curtain of thermal force that blurred the world above. Three ranks deep they stood, a straight light stretched the length of the field, punctuated every fifty soldiers by precise and deliberate gaps.

Kill zones waiting to be sprung.

Rumble—!

Soon, the first sign of the horde appeared in the distance.

Fortune had cleared the field for them. The shockwave from the world’s energy explosion earlier had scoured the land bare—not a single tree remained to obscure the view. So, when the first crimson wolf materialized, they saw it with terrible clarity.

Ferocious. Bloodthirsty.

Its eyes gleamed with the memory of every kill its fangs and claws had ever claimed.

"Plant your shields!"

Clang—!

In unison, the soldiers at the front row planted their shields against the ground.

And the muscles in their bodies tightened, bracing for impact.

But as the first crimson wolf leaped, reaching out their lethal claws at the soldiers, a force stopped it in its tracks. It was suspended mid-air, unable to move forward or backward. It tried moving its legs in order to push the air, yet it stayed in place.

Other crimson wolves who had arrived also suffered the same situation.

All of them were stopped and pulled skyward.

"It’s over..." Qonvale allowed herself a small, relieved smile. "Nothing can sustain their forms in this world any longer. No matter how strong they are, without a higher power to ground them here, they are little more than fading shadows."

"Hah..." Vivian released the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding, her shoulders sagging. "We survived. Somehow."

Jarvald stepped close and settled a steady hand on her shoulder, drawing her against him.

"Of course we survived," He smiled. "We always survived."

Gelmar stabbed his sword to the ground and allowed his body to relax.

He watched the crimson wolves being pulled skyward, straight toward the dimming Blood Moon.

Relief washed over him as he closed his eyes.

’It was close. Really close...’ He inhaled deeply through his nose and exhaled it all through his mouth. It was freeing to know that the danger had already passed. ’Even without the emperor, we managed to survive. But the scale of the damage...’

Only at this moment did Gelmar really understand what Rex’s presence carried.

Peace can only prevail as long as he is around.

As long as he was around, there were not many casualties.

It was clear that without him, the empire and the peace it protects wouldn’t be able to survive.

Gelmar opened his eyes again with a smile on his face as he listened to the cheers of the people around him, but his eyes dilated when he saw something. The crimson wolves in the sky, they were slamming into a giant crimson wolf.

And before long, the giant crimson wolf had already swallowed every single one of them.

A gaping maw appeared, and from within, a miniature Blood Moon started to coalesce.

"Hold up..." Gelmar retrieved his blade from the scorched earth. "GET READY!!"

BOOM—!

Gelmar's eyes widened in disbelief. A crimson ring bled across the sky like a gaping wound in the heavens, a celestial blemish. From its center, a sphere of blood erupted—propelled with the velocity of a bullet, slicing through the air with the raw ferocity of a hurtling meteor.

It moved with unimaginable speed, too swift for any mind to even conceive of interception.

Its trajectory was locked, its devastating path aimed directly at Dargena City.

A chilling wave of dread washed over every inhabitant as their gazes were fixed upon the impending doom of their capital.

Hovering above the metropolis, the primary defensive layer activated, surging forward to meet the blood sphere. It collided with the projectile head-on, disintegrating in an instant. The next barrier engaged, attempting to shield the city from the oncoming destruction, but fissures immediately spiderwebbed across its surface in a violent bloom.

A figure perched atop the highest castle turret observed this unfolding disaster with sharp, reptilian eyes.

Flames ignited in the depths of Ryze's throat, and he unleashed them upon the head of his colossal hammer, imbuing it with formidable draconic power. The others had been charged with preventing this calamity from reaching the capital. The fact that this blood sphere was now hurtling toward Dargena City spoke volumes.

It meant they had failed, and the burden of stopping it now fell entirely upon him.

Ryze channeled more and more power into his being, engulfing himself in searing, deep-red flames.

He blazed like a furious volcano, spewing molten fire towards the sky. As the internal inferno reached its zenith, he grasped the war hammer's haft with both hands—draconic wings unfurling from his back. With a mighty roar, he leaped from the rooftop.

He landed with immense force directly upon the gargantuan club wielded by the Cyclops. It was Ugrok's club.

Ugrok swung his massive club with astonishing power, striking at Ryze's feet and launching him like a battering ram towards the approaching blood sphere.

Within the castle walls, a frail, pallid woman—a vampire—slowly fluttered her heavy eyelids open.

An intense wave of heat permeated the chamber, causing her bat-like wings at her waist to twitch and flutter with rapid, urgent beats, a premonition she couldn't yet grasp. With a soft, pained moan, she pushed herself to a sitting position and moved towards the window.

It was only then that the vampire witnessed the horrifying spectacle.

Calidora's ancient vampiric eyes widened dramatically as they reflected the terrifying image of an incoming blood sphere hurtling directly towards her.