The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1939: Sky of Corpses (3)

Rex kept the barbarian’s head plunged into the pool of lava until his head melted away.

No use in torturing the barbarian when his mind was already made up.

Doing so would be a monumental waste of time—which Rex didn’t need right now. Once the body was limp, a powerful discharge of fiery energy blasted the surroundings, but Rex already saw this happening through his Law of Foresight.

His senses picked up a rising heat inside the corpse, so he used the Law of Foresight.

And from the lens of that power, he saw the discharge riling the entire volcanic mountain and causing a big lava explosion. Rex would be completely fine, but the soldier from the Red Skull Elite Force behind him wouldn’t.

So, he prevented that from happening.

Kingly energy burst from his forehead and tunneled the fiery discharge, sending it straight to the sky.

It was given no chance to rile anything.

Rex dragged the corpse back to the center and dropped it.

He paid the corpse no mind and went straight to the soldier, reaching out his helping hand.

Seeing this, the soldier accepted Rex’s hand and stood up with a painful grunt.

"Fiercely loyal, as expected from someone under High Millinar Alexander, but still commendable."

"Have you been watching, Sir?"

"Just the later part of your fight. I was giving you a chance to win fair and square."

"I apologize for having you witness such a shameful performance, Sir."

"What are you talking about? Winning or losing, it doesn’t matter. What matters is that you stay loyal to your side," Rex pointed at the soldier’s face; half of it was melted, including one eye. "Are you going to be fine with that?"

"Not a problem, Sir. It’s only a face. I can still punch and kick our enemies, and that’s all that matters."

"I like you. But still, you need to heal that; there’s a lot more things we need to do."

Rex summoned a vial from the inventory and tossed it to the soldier.

"Drink it."

"What is it, Sir?"

"For your face. It won’t heal you, but it’ll keep you combat-effective."

Confused as to what Rex exactly meant by that, the soldier opened the lid and chugged the entire liquid inside without hesitation. The empty vial slipped and dropped from his hand when he felt a warm energy swelling inside of him, and then burst from his chest.

A blue energy circled him, almost like a doctor inspecting a patient.

Once it saw the half-melted face, it charged straight to it.

Just as Rex had said, the energy did not heal his wounded face; it mended what was broken by replacing it. Now, half of the soldier’s face, including the melted eye, had manifested as pure energy. Everything functioned as it should; the only difference being his vision on that side was tinted blue.

But still, he became combat-effective again, as he didn’t have a blind spot anymore.

"Incredible, sir." The soldier nodded—genuine surprise flickering across his ruined features. "A wound dealt—by a Demigod should be harder to heal. But this vial bypassed that limitation entirely by mending what it could by manifesting energy in place of flesh. Forgive me for being frank, Sir—but this is quite revolutionary. I’ve never seen anything like it."

Since the System was kind enough to give him gold for killing Demigods, he has some to spare.

And since there are some soldiers who died, Rex decided to save this on, as he needed to have the number still, especially since this soldier showed a fierce sign of loyalty. People like this soldier reminded him of his war-buddies, Kyle most of all, so that’s reason enough to help.

Rex walked back slowly to the corpse.

Behind, the soldier quickly followed.

"How did the others fare, Sir? I can feel the distortion in the air. Most of them must’ve encountered the Demigods from the enemy forces."

"Yes, all of them encountered an enemy. Many of them won, and a handful died. Rest assured, I already killed the Demigods who killed our comrades."

"On behalf of the Red Skull Elite Force, I appreciate what you did, Sir."

"Don’t thank me. I’m quite a selfish person," Rex waved his hand dismissively, not accepting any thank you as he didn’t do it for the soldiers. He did it to achieve his goal and his promise to Vadyn. "I am one of you in this assignment, so that means the Red Skull Elite Force is also representing me. I won’t allow any humiliation to the group I’m in."

"You speak like the High Lord, Sir," the soldier chuckled. "And still, I say thank you."

Rex leaned down and grabbed the corpse.

He scanned it with the System, searching for anything troublesome. To the soldier’s eyes, however—it looked like a gaze of intent as if Rex were hunting for something he could assist with. "Our initial plan is to create a statement loud enough to force the enemy into action at the northern and southern Divine Sources. Simply killing their Demigods won’t provoke that."

"Of course, not," Rex smirked, completely undisturbed by what the soldier said.

"In that case, what is your real plan, Sir?"

From the smirk alone, the soldier could tell that Rex already had a plan in mind.

Knew that killing all of the enemy Demigods within the central continent wouldn’t push them hard enough.

In order to get the enemy forces to attack—the statement should be loud enough to make them reckless and angry. Only then would they attack without anticipating the Red Skull Elite Force was lying in wait for them to come.

Frankly, waiting it out would be a safer option for the Red Skull Elite Force.

But the soldier knew High Millinar Alexander isn’t a patient man.

It was probably why Rex was forcing the enemy forces to come out.

"What do you think a leader is more afraid of, soldier?" Rex asked suddenly without looking. "Hearing news of a defeat or witnessing one with their own eyes?"

"I think," the soldier paused for a second, contemplating the answer. "I think it depends. Normally, the latter would be scarier as a defeat right in front of the leader’s eyes—meant total failure. But receiving news of a defeat can also be scarier from the helplessness it induced."

"Good answer," Rex tilted his head skyward. "I’m giving both to the enemy leader right now... Davina, do the honour."

For a second, the soldier frowned as he didn’t know who Rex was talking to.

He’s wearing an earpiece, but he didn’t tap on it, so he’s not talking with the others.

But then, the sky suddenly opened up with a bright white light.

A seam of pure white fire split the darkness, occupying a good chunk of the vast horizon to horizon—and the night itself seemed to flinch. From that wound—a disk of starlight manifested. A perfect circle of cold radiance that blotted the moon and the stars behind it without mercy.

The heavens that had watched over the world moments before were simply erased.

It was replaced by this single, impossible geometry of light.

Everyone across the entire central continent could see this disk of starlight, and watched as it gradually began to expand. It grew with the patient, inevitable rhythm of a breathing God. Its edges crept outward to devour more of the sky.

Such a magnificent manifestation struck awe and dread into the mortals.

And Demigods frowned at such a display of power.

Not because this was overwhelmingly powerful, but because it was overwhelmingly performative.

Just then, the disk began to bleed.

Starlight seeped from its circumference like white smoke, curling and twisting in the air, and from these vaporous streams, new shapes congealed. Smaller disks. At least dozens of them, and each one a mirror of a great wheel above but diminished. More like subordinates.

Each one hung in a constellation of cold purpose; tethered to the greater disk by chains of smoky light.

It was a stage being assembled before the eyes of those under it.

And then came the tendrils.

From the surface of each smaller disk, filaments of light began to descend. They unspooled in silence, gossamer limbs that stretched downward like tentacles. They descended from the sky with the kind of certainty that couldn’t be broken.

They passed over living and the dead alike as they already had a target in mind.

Naturally, the soldier watched this happening from inside the volcanic mountain’s chamber, as this must be something that Rex prepared. But he didn’t really know what was going on. Nor did he dare to make a move as two of those tendrils of starlight came to where he was.

Instead of going straight toward him, the tendrils slid past him, indifferent to his presence.

They wrapped themselves around the limbs of the Demigod’s corpse.

A gentle touch at first, almost reverent like a mother lifting a sleeping child. Then, they wrapped around the corpse roughly and pulled. The dead Demigod rose from the volcanic mountain, arms dangling and head lolling; lifted skyward on cords of pale light.

Higher and higher past the serenity of the realm. Past the reach of mortals.

Only when the corpse reached the smaller disk above did it stop.

For a good second, it hung there. Limp.

Around it, dozens more bodies rose into few, and all of them were dead Demigods. Each one drawn up by its own tendrils of light. Each one coming to rest beneath its own smaller disk. They formed a ring of the dead, a necklace of corpses encircling the greater disk like trophies arranged for an audience.

Their limbs swayed slightly in the high-altitude wind.

Their shadows fell across the upturned faces of the living.

Some were missing arms. Some had faces frozen in screams. All of them wore a similar uniform.

It was only then that the soldier realized what this was.

Rex had asked him earlier what a leader is afraid of most in battle. And the soldier assumed that Rex had already let one of the enemy Demigods escape to be a messenger of fear. As for this chilling display, this macabre canvas stretching across the sky, it was to give the enemy leaders, wherever they are within the realm, the front-row seat to watch their dead soldiers become ornaments for this night.

A sky of corpses.

Sending more of Demigods would only mean consent for them to be turned into more ornaments.

It was Rex’s way to make a statement; the display is a message written in starlight and dead flesh.

"What do you think?" Rex suddenly asked.

"Huh?" the soldier looked away from the chilling display and looked at Rex. "What do I think, Sir?"

"Yes," Rex crossed his arms, pleased with what Davina came up with. He only told her to make a display of the corpses in the sky, and this was the result. "Do you think with this—the enemy leader would feel a little bit reckless?"

"Absolutely, Sir," the soldier looked up again, sucking in a cold breath. "Forget about feeling a little bit reckless. If the enemy made display of our comrades like this, I’m pretty sure High Millinar Alexander would do everything in his power to destroy the enemy forces even if it costs the realm.

"He’ll go insane..." He added with a rasping voice.

Angering the enemy forces is one thing; this would start a blood feud.

Rex knew that it would.

But then again, from the way High Lord Rashal spoke about High Lord Ursa, Rex could sense the fury inside of him. Something happened in the past between the two, and High Lord Rashal wouldn’t mind escalating things.

Heck, he was probably hoping to escalate things.

Now that High Lord Ursa dared to make a move on him, it’s enough reason to escalate things.

And that’s probably why he employed someone like Rex.

"Good, then. Come," Rex smiled inwardly—and flew skyward. "Let’s watch the enemy forces charge to their deaths."