The Invincible Full-Moon System - Chapter 1643: Troublesome Enemy (1)

Chapter 1643: Troublesome Enemy (1)

Rick bears witness to the monstrous spectacle granted to reality through the voidal manipulation.

He swallowed harshly, noting that each was as strong as the original.

’These are not mere clones,’ He thought worriedly, finding a hundred of them too much, especially since there weren’t many soldiers in the first place. ’These are perfect clones… phantoms. Even though only the original can use its Echo and Soul Artifact, the phantoms are physically equal.’

It was a troublesome enemy.

Not only could a hundred phantoms overpower the soldiers, but they could also overwhelm.

Even if the soldiers were somehow able to match against the phantoms, all with Master Immortal Spirit 5 physical strength, there would be some phantoms that could go through their defense. On top of being outnumbered by the horde ten to one, now, a tenth of the horde has outclassed the soldiers.

’I need to make up for the legion, but how…?’

Looking down at his body, Rick clenched his jaw as the poison was still affecting him.

Though the nature of the poison seemed to be slow-spreading, likely because the culprit could keep him unaware until it was too late, Rick knew that the infection would accelerate—if he pushed himself. The poison was infecting his energy flow, so if he fights, it will speed up.

At best, he had ten minutes of active combat before his body gave out.

And at that moment, there’s no saying if he would suffer permanent damage or not.

Even death wasn’t out of the possibilities.

’Regardless, I need to thin their number.’ He gripped his sword tightly. ’I’d die for my soldiers!’

Just then, Rick noticed Rex straightening his back.

He extended his hand toward empty air, fingers curling as if grasping the intangible.

Surprisingly enough, something shimmered into existence within Rex’s grasp—a cluster of pale-white strands, delicate yet pulsing with power, dangling from his hand like threads of light. Its round body swayed low, emanating an aura so potent that it was surely of the Master Immortal Spirit rank.

In hindsight, Rick thought that it was an artifact.

He quickly realized that he was wrong.

It wasn’t a strong artifact, but a strong entity instead.

It took Rick a second before he realized what it was.

’Is that a head?’ He questioned inside, eyes widening in shock. ’A head of a voidal monster?’

…

<Doll Head of Sonanta>

Item Rank: Third Circle (Master Immortal Spirit)

Durability: 60/100

Description: It’s the severed head of Sonanta’s doll body. Despite being a doll, it was groomed for over a hundred years, containing a portion of Sonanta’s power and the Voidal Monarch associated with her. Pull a strand of hair from three designated areas around the doll’s head, and it will play a tune that would influence the emotions. Currently, only anger and sadness tune can be played.

…

Rex smiled at the item he obtained from defeating Sonanta’s doll.

Even though slaying Sonanta and completing the quests associated with her gave him a lot of rewards, including the Overload Potion and the Undying Layer of the Original, this frail yet oddly useful item stood out as the most unexpected reward.

He didn’t have any use for it before, but now, it has become absolutely indispensable.

Under the Faceless Reaper’s gaze, he smirked and pulled a strand of hair.

Almost instantly, as soon as Rex tugged at the pale strand of hair, the doll’s head shuddered.

Its lower jaw creaked open, and from within poured a hymn—rough yet strangely serene, as though two voices merged into a single hymn. One broken and one divine, intertwining in unison. The sound didn’t travel like music, but burst outward in a blare of crimson resonance.

A subtle wave expanding in every direction like a growing bubble of blood-tinted glass.

Rapidly, the soundwave rolled through the battlefield, stretching no farther than twenty meters.

However, it was enough to brush across some of the Faceless Reaper’s phantoms.

Upon contact, their bodies twitched, some wavering at the edges, but the original Faceless Reaper on the very back merely tilted its head, eyeing the wave—with detached curiosity. From the connection it had with the phantoms, he could feel that there was no effect.

Despite how it looked, the soundwave sparked nothing.

Only a faint shiver across the surface of his skin, like a chill breeze.

Rick, on the other hand, reacted differently.

His nostrils suddenly flared, breath growing sharper and more ragged with each inhale. His chest burned like fire, his veins thrummed, and before he knew it, his blood roared as if it had been set alight. Rage welled up unbidden, raw and senseless, and he knew that this was the work of the doll’s head.

It was a relic that has the ability to incite fury in everything that heard its tune.

’Just what is Sir Rex thinking?’ Rick questioned, turning his head towards Rex.

But it was then, he realized the effect was also different on Rex.

Just like what Rick was experiencing, Rex was also growing angry, but that anger was fuel for him.

As soon as the soundwave touched him, his aura surged with terrifying force—as though the hymn had unlocked a hidden reservoir within his blood. Crimson light flared in his eyes, blazing far brighter than before, and the very air around him hissed.

Heat rippled outward in warping waves, distorting the space, as if his wrath itself had become fire.

Crack!

Several phantoms staggered backward when the ground suddenly cracked beneath Rex’s feet.

It thundered as his power swelled.

His black hair rose, lifted by the invisible current of his rage, and his fangs lengthened, gleaming like drawn blades. Claws pressed through his skin, sharp and eager, as though they were growing alongside his unrelenting fury.

Rex smiled devilishly, exposing his fangs.

From the start, the problem was that he couldn’t transform into his Werewolf form.

In the Werewolf form, he was stronger and also regenerated faster.

But fortunately for him, as a Werewolf, he has alternatives—he can lean on his rage.

“Keep the others back,” Rex suddenly said, glancing over his shoulder to look at the stunned Rick, who had no idea how this surge of power happened when Rex used neither his Soul Artifact nor Echo. It was a power of unknown origin. “I’m counting on you.”

“What are you going to do?” Rick took a step forward, wanting to know the full plan.

Hearing this, Rex smirked.

It wasn’t going to be easy, but clone-like abilities are nothing to him.

Nothing can bypass the System’s scanning feature—and even if he doesn’t want to rely on the System, his extremely acute intuition and senses would easily help him pinpoint which one among this group of monsters was the real one.

“Me?” He looked ahead again. “I’m going to take out the real one.”

Krrk!

Rex’s feet grazed against the earth as the muscles inside his legs bulged to the absolute limit.

In the next second, he disappeared from his spot.

Boom!

Abruptly, Rex launched himself forward, passing through the hundred-strong phantoms that couldn’t react in time—and struck the Faceless Reaper. His burst of speed caught the creature off guard, but it was fast enough to cross its scythe-arms.

As the two of them were thrown backward, the Faceless Reaper pushed Rex away and hacked him hard.

Crash!

Rex was planted to the ground, crushing a few voidal monsters that got in the way.

He scrambled back to his feet and lifted his gaze, only to see the Faceless Reaper already mingling with the warmth of phantoms. And as opposed to attacking him, all one hundred plus the original turned at the same time and charged straight toward the wall.

Its purpose doesn’t involve Rex, but the bubble instead.

Seeing this, Rick raised his sword, preparing to battle even in the face of a hundred phantoms.

Even though the soldiers on the walls fired volleys of arrows and cannon balls when they realized their captain was in trouble, it was hard to penetrate through their protective barrier. Some who got through weren’t that much impactful either.

One or two phantoms would get in the way and parry the incoming attacks.

Swoosh!

In a frenzy, the phantoms who were blocking the attacks surged ahead like two bullets.

Just the sight of two Master Immortal Spirit monsters charging at them at full speed caused the soldiers to stumble. None of them ran away—but their concern and panic made them stumble in reloading their bows or cannons.

Pah!

A powerful lash struck the two phantoms with force, sending them spinning through the air.

Rick reacted swiftly, shattering his sword once more—then spaced apart at precise intervals the pieces of the blade before linking them through a thread of life energy. Once it was done, they turned from a blade to a whip, a serpentine blade that stretched nearly fifty meters.

Less a sword now than a crackling whip of steel and spirit.

One sweep was enough to strike the two phantoms, who weren’t expecting such a weapon.

Even though it gave the soldiers above room to breathe, it wasn’t much.

More phantoms were charging in ahead, and Rick couldn’t possibly handle them all.

In the midst of the swarm, the Faceless Reaper reacted swiftly; it sounded a command through a sound that only it and the phantoms could hear. At once, the swarm split apart—two phantoms headed straight forward to intercept Rick, while the rest surged toward the wall in relentless formation.

But its calculated maneuver faltered the instant a hand clamped down on its face.

Caught off guard, the Faceless Reaper stiffened.

At that moment, it only realized an aura that surged the anger inside it like an erupting volcano.

Rex.

Still unyielding, still refusing to let the monster slip away, he managed to intercept it in time.

However, what surprised the Faceless Reaper the most was the fact that he could locate it in the midst of the phantoms who had the exact same aura, scent, and shape. Something like this should be relatively impossible, even for those at the Eternal Spirit rank.

Its Phantom of Blood Echo made sure of that.

Rex, however, treated it as if it were a mere joke.

“Do you think hiding among the swarm would confuse me? Would save you?” Rex asked, a devilish grin twisted across his features as his grip tightened. “No matter what you do, you can’t escape me. I’ve already marked you as prey…”

Summoning his brute strength, he swung the Faceless Reaper around like a rag doll.

He used its body as a weapon to hit the phantoms before he hurled it through the swarm.

Swoosh!

Its body slammed into a cluster of phantoms and scattered them like shadows torn apart by flame.

Rex didn’t stop there,

A golden halo flared into existence, circling him with violent brilliance.

He hurled the Aegis of the Moon Sentinel with brutal force—the golden halo carving through the phantoms’ ranks like an indestructible disc bound solely to his will. All of them scattered like rats, their formation collapsing under its sweep.

Seeing this from behind, Rick sucked in a cold breath.

Even though he was also curious why Empress Morgana chose Rex, he wasn’t expecting this.

He wasn’t expecting Rex to have multiple powerful Soul Artifacts.

And from the look of the voidal monsters around, Rick realized something.

’I’m right…’ He smiled in delight. ’Sir Rex is here to scare the voidal monsters. A monster of our own.’

Some Phantoms charged past Rick, but there were only a few.

Nothing much, and there was still the indestructible wall.

Meanwhile, Rex leaped onto the radiant halo, his eyes sweeping the battlefield with predatory intent.

Almost instantly, his eyes were locked onto the original Faceless Reaper.

It was marked with a stat window above it.

Once he locked onto his target, he pounced straight down like a comet, right at the Faceless Reaper as it recovered from the earlier slam. His armored crashed into its torso, or at least that’s what—Rex was aiming for.

But instead, the Faceless Reper turned translucent, and his armored boots went through it.

Rex’s eyes widened instantly as he snapped his eyes over to Rick.

“It can phase!!”

“What?!”