The Invincible Full-Moon System - Chapter 1793: Ignatius Rei Invictus

Chapter 1793: Ignatius Rei Invictus

Elder Tilrith lied.

Or maybe she was not good with words.

The Maw of Oblivion is not a two-headed axe as she described; it only has one head. Its edge isn’t red like she described; it was obsidian and sharp. And there was no mouth at the top of it, but a pointy spike that hummed with power.

He thought Empress Morgana brought the wrong weapon, but the System told him otherwise.

Rex took the one-handed axe and steadied it in his hand.

It was heavy.

So much so that his one arm almost buckled under the weight.

Being drilled from an early age to be the peak of a normal human, learning the alchemy of weapons and martial arts, Rex is no stranger to a one-handed axe. But this axe is badly designed. It should have been light at the blade and sturdy at the handle.

Yet this weapon is crafted the opposite way.

The blade was extremely heavy, and the handle was almost flaccid.

Rex was worried that the handle might break as he moved it around, seeing how its material stretched and bent, but it never did. It’s not a weapon that suited me. It suited Ryze more. But I can’t ignore what power it has.

…

<Maw of Oblivion>

Equipment Rank: Origin (Eleventh-rank)

Durability: ∞

Demonic Fuel: 0% / 100%

Rune Slots: 10/10 (Max 10)

Weapon Ego: Levintir the Devouring Crown

Description: A weapon gifted by the Demon God to Mother Eismirin. It’s crafted from the depths of Hell, tempered within the Sinful Fire—and enchanted with the power of the Demon God’s realm, the Godless Engine.

Bonus Stats:

→ +25% physical stats (Up to +150%)

→ +25% intelligence stat (Up to +150%)

→ 25% mental stat (Up to +150%)

Abilities:

→ Hell Magnet: Charged the unique demonic fuel into the axe’s head, magnetizing it to the core polarity of Hell. The next attack unleashed is drawn forth with infernal force, amplifying its energy output by 300%

→ Oblivion Crown: Summon a crown from the tip of the axe to steal souls from the Gods asso—

→ Summon Levintir: Summon a—

…

Rex didn’t read all the abilities of this magnificent axe.

He didn’t need to.

Most of these abilities required both demonic fuel and a Demon’s touch to activate, conditions he could not meet. Yet, he could still claim the 25% bonus stats from it. I think the bonus scales with how much fuel there is. Oblivion Crown is the axe’s inherent ability to gather that fuel, so perhaps I could activate it and charge the axe, but…

His eyes read the description again, and he quickly shook his head.

’Steal souls from the Gods associated.’

Just what monster would steal souls from Gods? Mother Eismirin must be one wicked Origin.

No, Rex quickly shook his head.

He was the last person to judge this axe as he was stealing power from Kaiser, a God.

Can she feel me holding her weapon? Hope not.

In any case, I should test whether I can use Oblivion Crown.

Mira already returned to where she came from, back to her comfortable mansion.

She would be the eyes and ears regarding the empire’s movements.

Rex already showed her mercy after she decided to bow down, not physically, but mentally. Many might find it not enough, but he did, and allowed her mind to be stronger. Alana saw him do it before her eyes; she saw how Mira’s eyes flickered with clarity.

Crimson bled away, fading, allowing the original color of her eyes to return.

It happened right before her watch, but she didn’t know what he did.

But then again, it wasn’t something that she should know.

Still, there’s something that she wanted to know.

’I wonder why he chose Mira to be his eyes and ears?’ Alana thought, recalling that there was a prime candidate than Mira. Someone with more power, and certainly more loyalty. Someone who didn’t need to be convinced. ’Princess Davina is his. Fully his now that she’s a part of his Cadre. So, why didn’t he use her?’

Alana believed in the Scion that she and the Divine Saintess needed.

The star that would soar higher than anyone.

The star so bright that its light might reach the Highseat of Invincibility.

But she still doesn’t understand him.

’It must have something to do with his next move,’ Alana’s eyes narrowed. ’Hmm, something Princess Davina wouldn’t support, I assumed.’ Her eyes flared open, fear and shock mixed into one as her body trembled. ’Is he going to…?!’

“What’s with the pale face, Alana?”

Rex’s voice cuts through the air, sharp and taunting.

He already inspected the Maw of Oblivion and now strapped it on his back.

Where did he get the steel weapon strap? Alana doesn’t know.

Like anything about him, she didn’t know.

Amanir and Linthia also don’t know, but they weren’t as bothered as she was. They were used to it.

“Second-guessing your choice?” Rex continued, tilting his head a little. “The Divine Saintess could still strike me down if she wanted to. I reckoned it’s still not too late.”

She wouldn’t.

Rex knew that she wouldn’t.

He fended the Divine Saintess with an unknown power. He fought against the pressure of a God in the trial to create the Blood Moon Echo. His legs didn’t tremble in the face of the Scions and the Highseat of Invincibility. He cured a Goddess with his own strength.

And the Divine Saintess already made her choice when she chose him over the empire.

Now they are on the same boat.

At this moment, the Divine Saintess is already under him.

No turning back.

Summoning the iron weapon strap to settle the Maw of Oblivion, it’s only a cherry on top.

To remind Alana, he has a power that is unknown to her and her Divine Saintess.

There’s no other choice in this matter other than bow to his commands.

“It never crossed my mind, Lord Rex,” she lied.

He knew it. And she knew that he knew. But the very act of lying to his face was its own confession—an acknowledgment that she, and the Divine Saintess, no longer held the power to openly cross him. “If it’s your desire the empire should fall,” she continued, her voice now timid, “then it will fall.”

“Good.”

Rex’s hand squeezed her shoulder.

He was still pale, his body frail from his wounds, but the pressure felt like it was grinding her bones.

“But I won’t ask the Divine Saintess to lift a finger. I don’t need her to,” He leans in, closer to her ear, until his hot rage-filled breath brushes against her neck. “I will show you and your Divine Saintess what happens to those who cross me. I’ll show you nobody crosses Rex Silverstar without severe…”

Rex didn’t finish his sentence.

But the message was there.

Do something behind his back, and the repercussion would be him dying her world in blood.

Like he soon would to the empire.

And perhaps the entire realm.

Gulp!

Alana’s body shuddered, and she kept her head low, avoiding Rex’s gaze.

“Now, go. Watch me from above.”

“Yes, I will watch in marvel,” she said, and dipped into what Rex first took for a curtsy. A weird gesture for a priestess. But it wasn’t a curtsy. She lowered herself, knees bending until her lips brushed the back of his fingers in a gesture of profound, silent fealty.

He didn’t ask for it, but she deemed it necessary.

Maybe because she felt the bubbling wrath inside of him, and the kiss was meant to appease him.

It did little.

And only then did she dissolve into sunlight, floating and piercing the blackness of the sky.

“You traumatized her,” Amanir commented.

Rex ignored him and tilted his head upward at the empty void.

But it wasn’t empty.

Amanir and Linthia simply couldn’t sense him the way Rex did.

“Coming to bully the new guy?” Rex asked, his eyes turning molten again.

He activated his Blank state through the new organ. It pulsed and pulsed, sending a paralyzing pain into his nerves as his body couldn’t handle the state. Not in this condition. But he gritted his teeth and stayed firm, unflinching as his eyes blazed at the void.

Even as blood wetted his lips, he stayed firm.

Both beside him looked up, knew that there should be nothing up there.

But they were met by the God of Might.

Suspended fifty feet in the air was a figure of impossible scale, doubling Rex in size easily. His muscular arms were thicker than three men’s thighs, veins bulging across the maroon flesh like buried serpents. His torso was a stark, polished maroon, carved with the defined relief of absolute muscle.

A living monument of power.

Maroon silk, blending with his astral body, draped over his entire body, exposing only his torso.

Glowing red tattoos spread across his arms, face, and chest.

And what surprised them the most was his eyes.

A pair of molten rubies, the same as Rex.

Linthia and Amanir snapped, averting their gazes away from this being.

Both of their eyes were bleeding and red from even catching a glimpse of him.

“Domineering. Powerful. You’ve fulfilled the basis of the Anger Stratum.” The being descended slowly until he reached twenty feet above Rex. “But you’re a performer. Your claim of the Divine Saintess. It’s only a performance. Is it for me?”

“Performance?” Rex snarled. “It’s like a wolf pissing on the soil. I am marking my territory—so that dogs know where not to cross.”

Tension rises.

It was choking, as the air turned into solid gas that weighed heavily on the lungs.

Amanir thinks Rex was a fool.

That being could crush them right now, and he was actively taunting it.

But it’s not foolery when Rex knew that this was the way he wouldn’t be killed right now.

“Relax, pup,” the being waved his hand—and almost instantly, the tension faded. “Bare your fangs some other time, and I am too high on Stairs to find the Divine Saintess attractive. I came for another reason. Are you willing to retract your claws and listen?”

“Speak,” Rex straightened his back and relaxed his shoulders.

“I’m of the Anger Stratum like you—as you might already realize,” He points at his eyes. “It’s custom for one of the Scions to welcome a new Scion to the stratum. And that welcoming normally would be a form of protection from overpowering opponents.”

Rex’s eyes flickered.

Nivellen could only watch Kaiser’s moves, not actively block him.

She is freed from the Lunirich Edict, but not the Banished Realm.

Someone who can fend Kaiser is a great addition right now.

“However,” the being intervened, noting the sparkle in Rex’s eyes. “Your opponent is your First God. I can’t meddle with that.”

“Custom?” Rex raised a brow.

“Indeed,” the being nodded. “The First God of a Scion is not to be touched by others.”

“When you say First God, what do you mean by that?” Rex asked, still new to all of this.

“I mean the First God you will kill,” the being extrapolates, its smile sharpening. Its voice was hollow, light—as if divine lives were inconsequential trivia. “The First God, who dared attack a new Scion, is the God the Scion will first kill. Just as the first Scion came for you. Consider it… a prerequisite. For you to advance, of course. You will understand in time.”

All of this is new news.

Rex knew nothing about the Scions’ customs. Kei Xun hadn’t taught him about that yet.

But his breath was caught.

Not about the fact that Kaiser is deemed the first God he would kill, but the latter part.

“Just as the first… Scion?” Rex repeated.

Seeing the realization dawn upon his face, the being’s smile widened, slashing his face up until his high cheekbones. “Yes… The Scion that came to welcome you after becoming a Blank,” He spread both arms to the sides, like he was presenting himself. “It is also the Scion who wanted to kill you. And thus—he, too, would be the First Scion you needed to kill.”

“My name is Ignatius Rei Invictus, the Unmaker of Realms, the Throne of Absolute Mass, the World-Turner of Malakai, Ruler of the Unbowed Titans, the one hundred and first Scion.” His aura flared, cracking even the fabric of the dimension of the Spirit Realm as Rex’s power did in the Mortal Realm. “And your next path to Invincibility will start…or end with me.”

<Notice: the user has met the Destroyer of Invincibility>

<Main Quest has been initiated…>

Another enemy… Damn.