The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1911: Triumph Against Gods

Kyran seethed with rage at Calidora's obstinacy. At such a pivotal juncture, her stubbornness persisted even though her life and that of her unborn child were in grave danger. Confronted by a tenth-rank realm power, she should have grasped the immediate necessity of abandoning the castle entirely and fleeing to safety. While her pride resisted retreat, she ought to have done so for the sake of her child.

However, she did not.

She remained adamantly set on staying within the bedchamber, convinced that Rex would offer her protection regardless of the circumstances. Even with Rex absent in another realm, her faith in his eventual rescue remained unshaken.

Foolish.

Kyran had been convinced that complications with the baby were excessively draining her blood, thus impairing her clarity of thought. Anyone else would have concurred instantly. Yet, as he gazed at the imposing figure before him, a quiet, unwelcome realization began to surface.

Perhaps he was the one exhibiting foolishness.

Rex stood poised in the shattered opening of the wall, his back a bulwark, radiating an aura of security.

"How... how is this even possible...?" Kyran inhaled sharply, a jolt of cold air hitting his lungs.

He had been unequivocally certain that Rex was in a different realm, a fact firmly established by the pack's desperate struggle against the forces of the Blood Moon alone. Witnessing Rex's presence now was as surreal as encountering a phantom – an entity that should not exist.

"I informed you," Calidora stated, settling onto the edge of the bed and casting a smirk toward Kyran. "He would protect me."

Kyran shifted his gaze to her, then slowly shook his head.

With considerable effort, he pushed himself to his feet and moved around Rex, intent on verifying with his own eyes if the person before him was indeed Rex. The truth struck him with full force as he finally obtained a clear view of Rex, "It's... It is merely his body..."

Rex himself was not present.

This individual, who had repelled the desperate final assault from the Blood Moon, saving both Kyran and Calidora through an act defying all logic, was nothing more than an empty vessel. No conscious thought resided within; no soul animated its form.

And yet, it had acted.

It had chosen to safeguard Calidora solely through its innate instincts.

"Do you comprehend the depth of his scar?" Calidora inquired, gripping the wooden bedpost to steady herself against a wave of dizziness. "The loss of those he held dear has etched something profound within him. Something his body recalls more vividly than his mind. Perhaps more clearly than anything else. Whether conscious or not, when the need arises, his body acts to protect. It always will." "Even if, by some impossible chance, he willed otherwise, he could not prevent his body's reaction."

At that precise moment, Calidora's vampiric eyes darted to the side.

She fixed her gaze upon a pool of blood several meters from the bed, declaring, "You cannot harm me."

"Hmm?" Kyran questioned, a frown creasing his brow, uncertain who Calidora was addressing.

Simultaneously, the atmosphere stirred.

Kyran's eyes widened in alarm as he witnessed the blood puddle contort and transform into a monstrous entity, a werewolf with unnaturally elongated limbs. It struck with chilling accuracy, extending its deadly claws towards Calidora's abdomen, its intent to eviscerate her womb and obliterate the child within.

However, Rex's body reacted with even greater swiftness.

It intercepted the beast's wrist with a grip of unyielding strength.

"Did you not heed my words?" Calidora rose unsteadily. Employing blood energy, she levitated, gracefully draping her arms over Rex's shoulders, her embrace gentle around his neck as she met the stunned beast's gaze. "It makes no difference what you attempt. As long as he is present, even if only his body remains," She tilted her head to nestle against Rex's cheek, a low chuckle escaping her. "You cannot reach me."

Grr...!

Consumed by fury, the Godling channeled more power into its form and strained against the restraint.

It attempted to overpower Rex with sheer physical force.

Instantly, Rex crushed its wrist with a crushing, incapacitating grip, rendering one of its limbs powerless. The Godling retaliated with its free arm, coating it in dark blood before swinging it wildly. Rex, however, intercepted the blow mid-swing and seized it by the throat.

Witnessing this only escalated Calidora's laughter.

Even the bat wings adorning her waist fluttered; the child within her found amusement in the unfolding scene.

"I too harbored a desire to end him, much like you, in the past. But I swiftly learned the futility of such an endeavor," Calidora's fingers gently wove through Rex's dark hair. She adjusted her posture slightly, exposing only her eyes to the Godling. "Rather than becoming one of his adversaries, I chose to align myself with his side—the side that invariably triumphs." A beat passed, her lips curving into a smirk. "I deduce you are not as astute as I."

"Against lesser mortals, he prevailed. Against formidable mortals, he emerged victorious. Against Demigods—he conquered. But not this time," the Godling rasped, its voice choked, its eyeballs morphing into crimson beads. "By the moment you realize the grave error of opposing us, it will already be too late."

"An unending force of the Lunirich Gods shall engulf you and this realm in a deluge of blood."

"Ah... the Lunirich Gods, I knew them." Calidora traced her sharp fingernail across Rex's cheek—the sharpness couldn't even pierce his skin. "For divine beings, they are quite the failure, aren't they? How many times had they attacked him and failed? If I were them, I would be embarrassed."

The Godling's energy flared.

He wanted to tear Calidora to pieces for daring to ridicule the Lunirich Gods like this.

But Rex shut it down almost instantly.

Brutally, he let go of the Godling's neck and kicked his legs before his feet touched the ground with a perfect roundhouse kick, breaking the knees. And without mercy, he stabbed his black-steel claws into the Godling's neck, pinning him to the wall.

"Instead of threatening me," Calidora looked at the Godling condescendingly. Like she was looking at nothing more than a bug that could be crushed easily. "You should focus on surviving. I know him. And I know if he was pushed hard enough, he would do something insane.

"I believe he'd be the one hunting you by now."

Calidora pulled her arms away and approached the Godling.

"The baby wants his blood," She said as she squatted down, boring her eyes into the Godling's.

Realizing that she got within reach, the Godling's tail lashed out. As humiliating as this situation was, being forced to listen to a brat cursing the Lunirich Gods, he would have no problem as long as he could achieve what he came here to do.

As long as he killed the unborn child.

But that was simply impossible, a monstrous task that was beyond his reach.

Rex's heel slammed down, pinning the trail that tried to reach for Calidora's belly to the stone—with a crack that echoed across the chamber. He withdrew the claws from the throat, allowing blood to gush out like a fountain to the Godling's chest.

He then caught the Godling's limbs and pulled in opposite directions.

Joints separated with a wet, grinding shriek. Muscles tore. Bone splintered. It was a brutal pull that gave the Godling no chance to retaliate. Rex did this as if he were stripping a viper of its weapons. Now, only the fangs remained—a last pathetic weapon.

However, even that didn't stay for long.

Rex clamped the lower jaw with one hand and wrenched it, tearing it away with a savage pull.

He left the Godling sagged—a broken thing without bite or claw.

Calidora smiled sweetly and dug in, sinking her fangs into the Godling's neck and gulping down the rich blood. Above all, the Godling is a creature from the God Realm, and his blood was nutrient unlike any other for a Vampire.

On the side, Kyran watched this situation unfold in utter shock.

Just seeing Rex's empty body moving alone was already surprising enough, but the surprise didn't end there as Calidora seemed to be able to tell the body what to do. Not to mention, the Godling before him right now... he recognized it.

It was the one who had been fighting with Adhara and Devo.

Seems like the Godling was attempting to catch them off guard. It had merged with the last-ditch attack, biding its time within the crimson fury, and slipped into the chamber when the impact happened. Even now, with the Blood Moon completely erased from the sky and dawn beginning to come back naturally, the Godling still lingered in the Mortal Realm.

Kyran could safely assume that the Godling had cut its connection with the Blood Moon to stay behind.

No return for him anymore.

He sacrificed his divinity to stay behind and make a statement that Rex would never forget. That going against the Lunirich Gods would mean death to everything and everyone that he knows. And frankly, such dedication was commendable.

Unfortunately for him, Calidora's eyes are sensitive to anything about blood.

She could see the Godling hiding inside the blood, so the ambush failed.

Other than that, Kyran was also surprised by Rex's strength.

He was surprised how strong his body was, as despite losing his divinity, the Godling's strength was still around the same level, and yet Rex defeated the Godling like he was nothing. It would not be a stretch to say that Rex's body alone is already at the tenth-rank realm.

And that realization was horrifying even for Kyran.

After all, Kyran saw how the Godling fought Adhara and Devo together and retained the upper hand.

Such a feat placed him above the Fifthborn's level of strength, but he was still nothing to Rex.

It took no more than a minute for Calidora to drain the Godling dry. Its body shriveled inward, collapsing into a husk of withered flesh—and brittle bone. She retracted her fangs with a very soft, wet sound and exhaled, slow and deeply satisfied.

Her eyes fluttered shut as she savored the stolen energy coursing through her, rich and dark and divine.

On her waist, the bat wings sizzled with red energy as they fluttered excitedly.

Slowly, Kyran watched as a faint white hue began to mix with the red energy.

Then, a pristine white glow settled upon the edge of the crackling crimson energy.

"Pristine Blood Energy..." Calidora chuckled, the energy she'd extracted from the Godling having empowered her body to transmute normal blood energy into this superior form. This achievement placed her on par with the sect's Elders.

She lowered her gaze, caressing her abdomen. "Are you pleased? This is a gift from your father..."

Kyran responded with a weak shake of his head, collapsing onto the ground.

His King Mark flickered and then, gradually, his body commenced its regeneration once more.

Even before his injuries had fully mended, he was already on his feet, advancing towards the chasm in the wall. The castle, possessed of its own sentience, was already mending itself, stone flowing back into place as if a wound were reversing its closure.

This was merely one of its myriad inherent capabilities.

Stepping through the newly reformed aperture, Kyran ascended and gazed down from the tower's vantage point.

His sight traversed the entirety of the city, surveying the aftermath of the conflict.

A tide of blood had devastated vast sections of the metropolis, and numerous structures lay in ruins. Nevertheless, the loss of life was remarkably minimal. Apart from the deep trauma inflicted upon the younger generation, the invasion of the Blood Moon had been successfully repelled.

Rex had lent aid only at the very last moment; it was they who persevered from the onslaught's inception to its conclusion.

Some individuals approached the castle, and many more followed in their wake.

Among them, Ryze, supported by several soldiers, also directed his gaze upward towards Kyran.

They all awaited his pronouncement.

Anticipation filled the air as they waited for Kyran to impart either favorable or dire tidings.

Kyran raised his hand, still slick with blood and faintly emitting the dregs of his kingly Dao.

He held it aloft for a fleeting moment, a symbol of defiance against the receding darkness. Then, he clenched it into an unyielding fist. His eyes ignited with the fierce gleam of victory, and the nascent light of dawn spilled across Kyran's face as he tilted his head back and let out a mighty roar.

His cry resonated, powerful and far-reaching, proclaiming to the heavens and the world that the reign of night had been shattered.

That the empire endured, and the divine intervention had been thwarted.