The Invincible Full-Moon System - Chapter 1814: Chilling Combination

Chapter 1814: Chilling Combination

Rumble—!

It was the downpour of blackness.

Every few seconds, were accompanied by the rumbling of lightning behind the dark clouds.

Screams still filled the space. Scream of grief from the victims. Scream of pain from the slaughter. And excited screams from the slaughterer. The destruction spread everywhere. In no more than five minutes, most buildings were already destroyed or purged.

Blood coated the streets and buildings. So much blood was spilled that the air became dense.

It was hard to breathe for normal people who aren’t aroused by blood.

The Gatekeeper of Lava, Dorn, swept his gaze around helplessly. Not too long ago, the Sky City was as impenetrable and peaceful as always. Now, it was reduced to rubble. He was really worried about the others. Very worried.

Many of his people were still out there trying to survive.

But this doesn’t bother Rex at all. Not that Dorn was expecting him to be bothered.

No matter the realms, the dog-eat-dog rule always prevailed.

And this destruction was caused because they had been neglecting the people on the surface.

It was always due for this to happen.

Rex sat on top of a throne of corpses nonchalantly. His posture was relaxed. Comfortable even.

His shoulders were loose. His elbows were on his knees. And his hands intertwined.

“Can you tell them to stop, first?” Dorn asked. “The Sky City is lost. We get it. We unders—”

“If you’re in my position, would you stop?” Rex asked, raising a brow. He didn’t need to wait long for the answer. Dorn’s silence was answer enough. “You can demand nothing from the winner. I have been the winner and the loser—and you see, I know it’s easy to make people as you understand. But it’s harder to make you stay… understanding.

“Going back to your question… I believe you already know what I wanted. One of you has taken someone I cared about,” Rex paused. His silence charged the air with tension that could choke the necks. “Where is he?”

“I don’t know,” Dorn clenched his jaw. “But I can find out. Let me try to fi—”

Rex cackled like something was funny.

It confused Dorn. And this also made him realize he was dealing with someone crazy.

The Blood Moon heightened Rex’s thirst to spill blood. His claws felt itchy. Throbbing. But now that blood was around him, he also realized that the anger also made him love the smell of fear. It was tantalizing, like smelling Evelyn’s scent.

Perhaps even better than her scent. At least right now, when the Blood Moon was directly overhead.

Seeing Dorn scrambling for a solution out of fear for his people was delightful.

“I already know where he is.” Rex waved a dismissive hand, as if what he did was funny. His scan of the ruined Sky City was complete. Devo wasn’t on it, but above it, and the perpetrator was already en route. “Set your mind at ease. What I want is something else entirely.”

“What? What do you want? I’ll do it, whatever it is!”

“Are you strong enough to be a Spirit Adjudicator?”

Dorn was caught off guard by the question.

But he quickly recovered. He should’ve known that this is what Rex wanted all along.

He’s from the Mortal Realm, after all.

“It depends on what you want to do,” Dorn answered, but he sounded confident.

“Nothing hard for you, I believe,” Rex shrugged and looked over his shoulder. Amanir finally reached the Sky City. Took him long enough. “I want to increase the aptitude of my Spirits. Can you do that? Or am I speaking to the wrong person?”

“As long as the sacrifice isn’t stronger than me, then I can,” Dorn assured.

A sacrifice is needed to increase a Spirit’s aptitude. It’s a delicate process. But as long as the disparity between the strength of the sacrifice and the catalyst is not that bad, then it’s possible. Dorn had done it a few times. Not enough to be good at it, but enough to do the bare minimum.

“Wonderful,” Rex spread his arms welcomingly. His smile stretched wider. “The sacrifice… You know who.”

Dorn’s forehead creased with hard lines.

He contemplated for a second and then realized who Rex was talking about.

’It’s going to be hard doing it alone, but with the others, it shouldn’t be a problem.’ He nodded. This is a doable request in exchange for showing even a glimpse of mercy. “And…? What about the catalyst? Who’ll gain the extracted power?”

Rex looked to the side without turning and pointed to his behind with his thumb. “This one right here.”

From above, Amanir landed beside Varya. He is panting heavily and was wounded a little.

Even his skin was paler now compared to earlier.

“You’re late,” Rex glanced at him. “I thought Kraken was with you. You looked worse than I thought.”

“Haah… Haah…” Amanir raised his ear. He was panting so hard he couldn’t even form a sentence.

It’s making Rex look bad in front of Dorn, so he struck Amanir hard.

He was sent into a house to the side, crashing into its kitchen.

“What is that for?!” Amanir poked his head out, furious.

“Oh, you can talk again,” Rex sneered, pivoting his gaze back to Dorn.

“That’s a hard fly, you know?” Amanir returned to where he was earlier and placed an ear on Rex’s shoulder. He was still extremely exhausted. He nudged Rex and then rubbed his nose, “You should be thanking me. I got your girl out safe and sound. Alive and kicking. You should give me a reward, or else this is forced labour.”

“I was about to,” Rex nudged his chin towards Dorn.

It was then that Amanir realized he was looking straight ahead, at Dorn.

“Oh, Sir Dorn,” Amanir bowed a little, showing elegant etiquette. “It’s a marvel to see you in person, as always.” He leaned close to Rex’s ear, really confused about the situation. “He’s one of the formidable Gatekeepers. You’ve really done it, eh?”

“That Demon Spirit is the catalyst…?” Dorn intervened, pointing at Amanir. “Him?”

“He sounds condescending,” Amanir clicked his tongue in displeasure.

But had Amanir known what Rex requested Dorn to do, then he, too, would not be surprised by Dorn’s tone.

“I thought you could do it,” Rex raised a brow.

“Yes, I can do it, but you have to be reasonable!” Lava burned hotter behind Dorn’s skin, making him glow against the dark backdrop. “That Demon Spirit is an Eternal Spirit, and the sacrifice is a Primordial Spirit! How do you expect me to do that?!”

“Hmmm,” Rex rubbed his chin, already knowing that Dorn would say that. “How about two Spirits?”

Amanir looked at Rex.

In that instant, he immediately grasped two things. He realized what Rex and Dorn were talking about, and he also could tell that Rex wasn’t in his right mind. The Blood Moon was still influencing him, ’I thought Full Moons have no effect on him again, but this one is different.’

“You can add ten more of Eternal Spirits, and it’ll be the same!” Dorn roared.

“So, you can’t?” Rex turned towards Varya nonchalantly. “Kill one more for me, please.”

“Yes.” Varya immediately did as she was told.

She approached with slow steps.

“Wait, that’s not what you said earlier!” Dorn protested. His paladins looked at him; their eyes were asking him to do something. But he knew that using strength would only result in them being wiped out. “You have to understand. I’m not saying this because I’m not willing! It’s simply im—”

“Impossible this. Impossible that. Blah, blah, blah~” Rex picked his ears. He was getting tired of hearing that phrase being thrown around loosely. He looked up, staring in a particular direction, “I don’t have all day, here. You sounded confident earlier.”

“Yes, but that’s becau—”

Splash—!

Varya tore another person’s head off without any shred of mercy.

Dorn was at a loss for words. He stared at the blood and the headless corpse.

“Varya, every three seconds passed, kill one person,” Rex continued.

“As you wish,” Varya turned to the group. Her lips moved, counting the passing seconds.

Hearing this, the group of people flinched, and the paladins gripped their weapons tighter.

All of them wanted to attack, but they couldn’t without Dorn’s permission.

“This will only stop until you give me a way to do that,” Rex continued, watching the scene like he was watching a movie he was interested in. “Until then, time will continue to pass. And based on how many there are, you don’t have that much time.”

His grin was devilish.

Dorn knew that werewolves are slaves to their anger. More animal than any other races in the Mortal Realm. He was expecting to confront a berserk animal, but Rex was different. His fury was laser-focus, and it was terrifying.

He has the burning anger of a werewolf, with the mind of a human. It’s a chilling combination.

The next agonizing seconds are psychological horror.

Dorn kept suggesting other ways while Varya kept dragging one person to the next—killing them like she was slaughtering livestock. At one point, she even decided to eat some of them, unable to hold back from the smell of flesh and blood.

Of course, Rex didn’t stop her. The crunching sound of bones and the wet sound of tearing flesh added good pressure for Dorn.

Each time Dorn gave a suggestion, Rex asked the System to analyze the probability of success.

And whenever it was below fifty percent, then he’d outright deny it.

The System told him that there’s a way to do that with almost a hundred percent success rate, so he’s not going to accept any suggestion with less than eighty percent success rate. Until Dorn came up with something good, more people would be dying.

Rex paid five hundred million gold for making a pact with the White Mask.

Five hundred million gold. He would be damned if he paid more for the answer to this from the System. That burden would land on Dorn’s shoulders. Someone who lived for thousands of years should know more than he claimed.

A paladin tried to attack Varya at the fifteenth kill.

But when he reached a step away from her, he collapsed to the ground.

Rex crushed his heart with the Inevitable Death Spirit Genesis.

Eventually, Dorn got the answer.

“I can make another sacrifice to empower the Demon Spirits’ physique, so they can withstand the rush of life energy from the Primordial Spirit,” He said, eyes staring at Rex with hope. “That should be more than enough to make the process possible.”

<Analyzing…>

<Notice: the method mentioned is a part of the Dark Tribute Ritual with an 85% success chance!>

“Stop,” Rex raised his hand, stopping Varya from killing another person.

The group that was numbering at around one hundred earlier was now barely more than fifty. Corpses littered the ground around Dorn. The fresh blood even touched his steel boots. Its warmth couldn’t be felt, but he could feel it in his heart.

“Do what you need to do,” Rex stood up from his throne and cracked his neck. “On behalf of the empire, I accept your generous aid for one of its knights.”

He had only been sitting for a few minutes, and he already felt rusty and eager to shed some blood.

To the side, the White Mask and the serpent were also done and were approaching him.

Rex made a big leap. At the same time, the serpent caught him and brought him upwards. Varya easily caught on to the serpent’s tail, leaving Amanir behind. He could fly on his own, but it’s better if he can also ride the serpent.

But he got left behind.

Meanwhile, a figure of lightning clouds was flying upward to the third level’s outskirts. His entire being was riddled with blood and wounds. Rezar couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Devo’s words rang repeatedly inside his mind, warning him that the one who owns Devo is nothing short of a monster.

But for someone who came from the Mortal Realm, how monstrous can he be?

That’s what Rezar initially thought.

Now, tonight, he realized how insanely monstrous this Rex Silverstar was.

’I need to get to Devo as quickly as possible,’ He thought inside.