The Invincible Full-Moon System - Chapter 1787: Total Anarchy

Chapter 1787: Total Anarchy

Energy-infused arrows the size of a man rained down from above and hammered the rebellion.

Growls were met with an even more berserk growl.

Saliva, sweat, and blood sprayed upward—like the squirt of a fountain, disintegrated by the hot air that was charged by mana or fell back down to the earth, wetting the battlefield underneath their feet. It was a free-for-all.

Both sides clashed in anarchy.

Lives, the greatest gift from nature, that should be preserved, were rendered meaningless.

The hands of death reach every corner, plucking multiple souls in each intense second.

Brilliant casting of the spells lights up the entire battlefield under the moonlight—dying multiple colors to the dark gore. Battle cries, whimpers of pain, and screams of sorrow were the only sounds that seized the moment.

A magnificent energy rose from the ground through a War Spell for one side.

It helps enhance the bodies through the moonlight and devouring the essence of life from blood.

On the other side, marks of power were branded on the skin, pumping adrenaline—and energy into the bloodstream. Becoming feral and aggressive were the side effects, but those two things were strengths in a situation with their lives at stake.

At the center, the Great Army seized the advantage.

A clash of werewolves proved to be more advantageous for the Great Army.

Seeing Adhara making light work of the enemy’s leading figure bosted their morale to the peak, and the presence of the Luna firmed their determination to keep on charging forward. If moving forward wasn’t a possibility, if the enemies’ success halted their momentum, then they would at least take two before going down.

But the success at the center didn’t spread across the entire battlefield.

On the flanks, the Great Army’s forces were being pushed back.

In a clash between werewolves and the lesser supernaturals, the other side was more advantageous.

Being a part of the higher-ranking races wasn’t only for show.

There was a reason why the werewolves were acknowledged by the other high-ranking races, and it shows.

Growl—!

A Beta charged toward three Orcs and two Tigermen, and cleaved them into pieces of meat chunks. He went through the suspended blood, basking in its warmth and iron scent. His fangs caught a big chunk of his victims, and he chewed on it.

He opened his eyes, anticipating fear, but he was met with dauntless gazes.

Even seeing how easily he dispatched five, the other soldiers showed no sign of fear.

Their gazes only hardened further as they charged forward.

The beta resisted their swarm, snapping teeth and slashing claws madly—coating his fur and claws with more of their blood. A wide, unhinged smile split his muzzle. He killed a Dwarf by ripping his head off from between his shoulders.

Then he killed two more, a Tigerman and an Orc.

His claws rend their torsos, seized their heads, and smashed their skulls together.

Surely now, the gazes that were locked on him would change.

But they didn’t.

His unhinged smile vanished when he was met again with dauntless gazes when he lifted his gaze.

The deaths of their comrades did nothing to waver their determination.

The Beta tried to bull his way through the fray, searching for his pack, but got smashed sideways by a warhammer. His body tasted the texture of the ground for a few meters. Gasping, he caught the familiar scent of his pack.

Excitedly, he lifted his head with a surge of hope.

But what awaited him wasn’t a reunion.

It was a slaughter.

And at the heart of it, his Alpha was struggling.

He was fighting an assault combination from seven soldiers at the same time.

Each attack took a life, but the distraction allowed an arrow to slip past his defense.

His hand tried to reach the arrow piercing his forehead, but his body went limp before he could do it.

’W-What’s happening…?’ The Beta’s eyes widened—killing the enemies as brutally and as effortlessly as possible should instil fear into their hearts, making the battle easier. But none of them were affected by this method. ’How can this be?’

The Beta rose to his feet and blocked a club swinging his way, still confused.

Almost like the answer gave a hint to his instinct, his gaze turned toward the distant enemy line.

At the very back stood an empress of storm.

Evelyn was standing still, dwelling in silent fury as her glare remained steady towards Princess Selene.

Even from afar, the heat from her anger can be felt from every corner of the battlefield.

’She’s… She’s the reason. Every single one of them goes mad for her!’

Not too far to the side, where his Alpha’s corpse lay, the five soldiers swept their gazes around.

In search for another victim.

Then, as if sniffing the fear inside the Beta’s mind, the five soldiers turned towards him.

And without hesitating, all of them pounced towards him like a pack of wolves in a surprising unison.

Swoosh—!

Snapping back to the moment, the Beta kicked the Orc before him and took its arm with a slash.

A Tigerman’s enhanced fist pierced through the air like a bullet, smashing his ribcage with the force of a seventh-rank realm power. He opened his maw and sank his sharp teeth into the Tigerman’s shoulder, tearing a big chunk with a spray of blood.

It didn’t deter the Tigerman much, blinded by rage.

A knee rose from the earth and slammed against his chin, causing his vision to blur for a second.

His eyes snapped open, and he grabbed the Tigerman’s head and crushed it like a watermelon.

He was knocked to the sky by a rising column of rock.

A glowing icy war hammer descended from above and knocked him off the column, his arm twisted to the back of his body. His regeneration worked overtime as he caught another arrow aimed at his head and threw it back at the shooter.

But it only finds air.

Brak—!

The Beta landed roughly on the ground.

He couldn’t even take a breath as he sensed a figure in front of him.

Someone lifted up his body by the shoulders and cracked his skull with a vicious headbutt.

It was the Orc with a missing arm.

Despite the evident inferiority—from how his arm was easily severed by the Beta, he growled through the pain. His remaining arm hooked around the Beta’s waist, heaving him upward—just as a Tigerman leaped over their heads, spinning his body to make an aerial kick.

A hard kick slammed into the Beta’s neck, crushing his windpipe.

He choked and fell a dozen meters away.

An Elf stood tall beside him for a moment before a steel boot came down and crushed his skull to pulp.

Even though the rebellion forces were stronger overall, side from their key figures, save for their upper-echelon, averaging around the mid seventh-rank realm, their Haitis and Danger Blood Ravens—turning stronger werewolves into perilous prey—their collective wills are visibly fracturing.

Morale bled away faster than any wound.

Slowly, their numbers were becoming overwhelming as one of them could kill two to three.

But seeing no change in the soldiers of the Great Army’s gazes was unnerving.

It didn’t take long before the tide was back on the Great Army’s side.

Many werewolves were killed by being distracted and felt like they were being isolated.

And it wouldn’t take long before the battle reached its conclusion.

But Evelyn wasn’t going to let this war stretch longer.

She swept her gaze across the battlefield and saw that it was going as anticipated—the Great Army would lose in the initial clash, but gradually, it would win over the opposing side. And now that the enemy’s morale was low, she intended to pummel it further.

“Rex,” Evelyn glanced over her shoulder. “Can you be so kind…?”

Upon calling the name, a figure emerged from the shadows behind the Great Army ranks.

Swoosh—!

A spectacular aura of crimson shot skyward, dying the sky with a tainted red.

Nearly every enemy fighter glanced upward, if only for a heartbeat, tracking the sudden spectacle. Their collective gaze pulled toward the rear of the Great Army—where a lone figure could be seen moving through the ranks, closing in behind Evelyn.

Blood.

The smell of blood was pungent from this figure.

And the aura that was tinged with a heavy pressure of the Blood Moon showed that he is a werewolf.

But what truly seized the enemy’s attention were the curved horns crowning his head, pulsating with a deep, crimson light. Combined with the eclipsing King Mark burning on his forehead—a sigil charged with the fused power of the Blood Moon and the Banished Dark Moon, his identity was unmistakable.

Rex—the Royal Black Prince has arrived.

Swoosh—!

As soon as Rex emerged, a chilling wind swept forward like the breath of death.

Not all werewolves have seen Rex with their own two eyes before, but all of them knew how he looked and how terrifying he was. Now, with his appearance in full glory, the rebellion forces were in turmoil, paralyzed from head to toe.

Seeing Rex was akin to seeing death directly in the eyes.

Someone who could kill an Executor—and easily handled the royal werewolves meant his strength was already beyond anything they could imagine. Compared to such a titan, what could their strengths even do?

Nothing could be done other than accept death; accept that their time being alive has run out.

Evelyn watched the effect with a slight nod.

’His reputation precedes him,’ she noted with dark satisfaction, watching the fear crystallize in the eyes of her enemies. Once again acknowledging Rex’s consideration by leaving his clone behind, ’The clone isn’t anywhere near his real strength, but its mere appearance was enough to heavily tilt the weight of the entire battle to our side.’

“Stand your ground and attack!”

Just then, Evelyn’s attention was drawn to a voice among the battle cries.

It came from a werewolf, an Alpha Prime who has one of the strongest auras among the enemy forces.

Hearing this crossed a frown onto her face.

“It’s a fake!! No need to fear him! Follow me and attack!”

’How…?’ Evelyn’s eyes widened in surprise.

Considering that the only ones who knew about this fact, about the Rex who was present right now, was a fake one, was only the Silverstar Pack, nobody should realize that it was a clone, especially not from someone in the opposing forces.

Yet this Alpha Prime shouted with absolute certainty, as he knew for a fact it was a clone.

A sense of unease crept into Evelyn’s heart.

’None of the Silverstar Pack would do this. I trust them with my life. Did we get infiltrated? Someone from Princess Selene’s side got into us and tested the clone?’ she thought in utter confusion, not expecting this to happen. ’No, Rex has always been beside me. How?’

Since it came to this, Evelyn gritted her teeth and leaped skyward.

Swoosh—!

Gliding on her crimson flames, she crossed over the battlefield, heading straight to Princess Selene.

“Gistella!”

Near the center, Gistella grabbed two werewolves by their heads and crushed them with her energy.

She devoured the remains using her Black Heart and was about to continue the onslaught.

But the call stopped her dead in her tracks.

Gistella tilted her head up and saw that Evelyn was going straight to the balcony where Princess Selene was.

“Is she being serious?” She murmured.

Even so, she leaped as high as possible right as a pack of werewolves pounced at her.

She used her energy to sprint through the air, heading straight to accompany Evelyn.

Adhara would be able to handle the main battle, so there’s no need for her to stay behind and fight.

“It’s the empress!!”

A werewolf pointed at Evelyn in the sky, eyes bulging with killing intent.

Since the empress decided to leave the backline, leaving her safety, it was the perfect chance for them to take her out and win the battle instantly.

But the Great Army wasn’t going to make it easy for them.

“Protect the empress!”