The Invincible Full-Moon System - Chapter 1785: Not Unfair

Chapter 1785: Not Unfair

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Each full moon was represented by one royal werewolf.

One who would inherit the personality and power that reflected the true essence of said full moon.

It has always been like that since ancient times.

As far as the Blood Moon Prince goes, bloodlust is a constant companion, one trait that couldn’t be kept in check, no matter how much control he has. And if that said prince was already aggressive in nature, the result was as clear as crystal water.

Not only would he be a danger to those around him, but he would also be inconvenient to many.

Having that much anger and aggression must made him want to fight and kill more than normal.

Because of his innate traits, the Night’s Triarchy was made.

A special group of royal guardians tasked to keep him safe and out of trouble during his episodes.

It consists of two close-quarter monsters and one Shaman.

Each guardian was hand-picked by the Origin.

Other than the main guardians, the official ones that followed the Blood Moon Prince—this group was there, as a special unit to tackle when the prince went berserk. And many knew that they were the real guardians of the Blood Moon Prince.

After all, the official ones only stepped in when there was an external attack.

For those who were chosen to be in this group, an elite unit to secure and occupy the Blood Moon Prince at all times, their feats and abilities must be beyond extraordinary. It was a posting that claimed many, often within a year.

To have held that duty for millennia while others died prematurely spoke power.

Both strength and endurance bordered on the unimaginable.

And looking at how the werewolves within the Great Army—who do know about this special group, it became apparent to Evelyn that she was dealing with the real deal, like Flunra. Laynkard is one of those werewolves who would make a dead man of all those who underestimated him.

However, she still believed in Adhara.

She has changed so much.

Even now, Evelyn could feel that she had gotten stronger again.

Might not be an increase in rank, but her aura was now sharper and stronger like a polished blade.

Fighting Sven must have given her some insights.

“Let’s spare these people, shall we?” Adhara straightened her back.

Her voice, though light, echoed throughout the silent battlefield, reaching all ears behind and forward.

“Slaughter is never our goal,” She continued, staring Laynkard with glowing white eyes—that seemed steady—and resolute. “The empress desires no slaughter. I also desire no slaughter. Let’s do this cleanly. You and me.”

“Hah!” Laynkard cackled excitedly, his sparkling eyes widening.

It was a direct challenge.

One look is all it takes for Adhara to know that Laynkard is unlike other werewolves.

His aura was lethally sharp, yet his heartbeat barely quickened throughout their clashes—a sign that his strength might even rival Princess Selene’s. If so—he was unquestionably the second mightiest among them, surpassed only by Sven.

Unnatural composure is a sign of the strong.

Adhara is the strongest one in the Great Army.

And there was no doubt that Laynkard is the strongest one in the opposing forces.

It’s a perfect match to determine the victor.

“I have seen many youngsters like you. Young wolves who feel the world fits in the palm of their hand, and believe they need only close their fist to claim it,” Laynkard said, his gaze lifting as if sifting through memories in the distant past.

Then his eyes lowered, sharp and clear.

“But few survive the lesson. Passion without purpose is a flame that burns the one—who holds it,” He continued, raising his fist like he was raising the whole world before him. “True strength lies in knowing when to burn… and when to bank the fire.”

Laynkard’s lips curled, “Are you sure this is not the time to bank the fire?”

It was a simple polar question.

The answer to that question can only be yes or no, but Adhara looked down in contemplation.

As if the question weighed heavily in her mind.

“My Alpha…” She mumbled, staring at the palm of her hands. “I have always been trying to catch up to him. When he became a werewolf, I also did. When he mourned his strength, I mourned my inability to help. When he trained, I trained. I did my absolute best to catch up to him from the moment we met until now.”

“Did you think I suggested this to get myself killed?”

“Did you think because I’m younger, I haven’t asked that question to myself?”

“I already did, Laynkard,” Adhara clenched her fist—flames of violet dancing around her like a vortex. “I suggested this duel not only because I don’t want another slaughter, but also because I know I can cut you down before your princess.”

A thunderous laughter exploded from Laynkard’s mouth.

His laughter reverberated, not expecting his heart to beat harder from hearing Adhara’s answer.

Even though he had seen many youngsters, there was none who was quite like her.

“What strong foe have you summoned, princess!” Laynkard looked over his shoulder, staring at a figure watching the battle from the balcony of a massive cathedral in the very back. “Ancient era be damned. Legends and geniuses unworthy. She’ll break the warriors of our lifetime!”

Laykard was cackling hard.

He was pleasantly surprised to see such a strong werewolf standing before him.

It made him feel like a waste to kill her right now.

Adhara looked back over her shoulder, seeking permission from the one leading the empire.

’Are you sure about this, Adhara?’ Evelyn asked telepathically.

Valkis’ voice was a whisper earlier, but Adhara should be able to hear it loud and clear.

She wasn’t facing a normal werewolf, but the cream of the crop.

Someone likely from the first generation, who has survived the toughest environment in his era.

’You’re making it obvious to me, Evelyn,’ Adhara forced out a small smile, her body trembling—from the weight of the moment. ’You don’t want to kill these werewolves, and I understand that. Let me help you achieve that.’

’You’re only doing this for me…?’ Evelyn’s face tensed. ’In that case, you do—’

’I’m the Female Alpha. Though I really don’t like you being empress or luna—and though I’m reluctant to say it, this occupation suits me,’ Adhara cuts her mid-sentence. ’I’ve always wanted to catch up to Rex. And this is one way to do it.’

’You can’t catch up to him if you’re dead. Caraptaros is there to rescue you, but Laynkard is from the first generation. Flunra… Flunra knows a lot of ancient techniques, and he’s only a foot soldier. What do you think Laynkard knows?’ Evelyn paused, reluctant to even let Adhara fight—like this. ’He might be able to kill you for good.’

’Humanity failed to kill him. Rastrikan Demons failed to kill him. The Executor failed to kill him. The Witch of Chaos failed to kill him. And even a God failed to kill him,’ Adhara’s voice trembled as she said these words. ’I can’t match his strength, but I should be able to match his persona. Killing Laynkard… It’s a good start for me.’

Hearing this, Evelyn looked down, weighing the moment.

Regardless of what Adhara said, this sounded like a bad idea to her.

Her hand was suddenly held.

Gistella could tell what they were talking about even without hearing their conversation.

“If Adhara wanted this, then let her. Even if things go bad, it’s not going to be your fault,” She said and held Evelyn’s hand tighter, giving her strength. “Besides, don’t forget, she’s an Anti-Werewolf. This is her battle to win.”

Slowly, Gistella gazed ahead, at the figure watching from the balcony.

Princess Selene.

“Look at her,” she murmured, nudging her chin toward the princess. “She’s already wavering. She might not even accept the challenge. And if she refuses the challenge now, you’ll have diminished her before a single blow is struck. Her army’s morale would shatter.”

’Let me do this, Evelyn,’ Adhara continued, persuading her with a velvety tongue. ’I promise you… I will offer his head to you.’

Pressured from two sides, Evelyn eventually buckled.

She couldn’t possibly refuse this situation when both of them were pressuring her like this.

It was her decision in the end, but she was coaxed to say yes.

“Princess Selene!” Evelyn’s voice tore through the air as she stared at the balcony, at the leader of the rebellion force. “What do you say about this? Let’s spare the bloodbath and settle this with a duel. Your best, against mine…”

For some reason, Princess Selene took a step back, as if the question pushed her like a physical force.

And surprisingly enough, she remained silent.

Even the werewolves on her side glanced back at her, waiting for her answer.

“The Scarlet Banes Kingdom is already under the Clarentium Empire,” Evelyn continued firmly. “I did not come here for a slaughter, but to deal with the rebellion within my land. Accept this challenge, and I promise, I’ll let you keep the other half of the kingdom if you win.”

Still silence.

Just as Gistella said, Princess Selene was already troubled by their arrival.

Considering that her forces had been pummelled by loss after loss, this wasn’t surprising to see.

“I’ll take you on, too…” Adhara pointed at another werewolf amidst the army.

Compared to the other werewolves around, this one also has longer limbs like Laynkard, but its fur held a brown undertone brushed with the faintest hue of rust. Sheets of ice clung to its forearms, marking it clearly as a child of the Ice and Snow Full Moon.

Most unnerving was the eight eyes ringing its neck.

Six smaller, watchful orbs flanking two larger primary ones, granting it an unbroken view.

Adhara could tell that this one was also from the Night’s Triarchy.

She heard from Valkis that there are supposed to be three members, so this one must be the other one.

Hearing this, Laynkard didn’t say a word.

He didn’t feel insulted by this.

It was already made clear that Adhara knew what she was doing, so he respected her determination.

“Two against one!” Evelyn shouted again, face darkening—as she conceded to Adhara’s request. “Does the Silverstar Pack scare you that much?”

Growl—!

Almost instantly, the opposing army became active, growling and baring their fangs.

No chance their princess was scared, and saying so made them angry.

Across the field, the Great Army voiced its protest—a rising chorus of shouts and shaken steel. Many cried out that they were ready to fight the full opposing host. To die today in battle, they declared, was a far better end than watching Adhara face this unfair duel alone.

Evelyn raised her hand, silencing them.

She knew how this might look to them, but Adhara requested this.

It would also conclude more amicably than an all-out battle.

“Very well,” Princess Selene finally answered. “Don’t go back on your word, empress…”

“Pleased to meet you,” the other werewolf stepped forward. “Olarim is my name, and picking me was a mistake.”

Swoosh—!

In an instant, without the savor of the heightened senses before a battle to the death, Adhara charged.

She didn’t even bother exchanging names.

Like smelling the murder on her mind, Laynkard and Olarim also pounced, meeting her offense.

Laynkard was the first to arrive.

His eyes scanned Adhara’s low gravity, and swung his claws in a wide arc.

An appetizer.

Seeing how much potential this young-blood has from the way she answered alone, he really wanted to see how formidable her fighting style would be. Only then would he decide whether to step it up a notch or kill her instantly.

A head-on confrontation didn’t cause her to falter; she charged inside the arch of his swing with strong confidence, slipping past the first attack. Her movements spoke strength and unyielding determination, one that plastered a smile onto his face.

Laynkard’s claws slid against her thick, pristine fur.

Sparks blew like his claws grazed against iron.

He was smashed sideways, faltering a couple of steps forward, off balance.

And when he turned around, his eyes widened.

Olarim’s head sheared from his shoulders and sailed across Laynkard’s vision.