The Invincible Full-Moon System C.1077 Reinforcement of Hope (1)

"Hmm..." the Executor observed Rex's form attentively, trying to find whether there was even a small trace of retaliation in him, but there didn't seem to be any. His chaos mana has clearly overwhelmed Rex's body to the point that he wouldn't recover anymore.

Not even his strong regenerative ability would be able to keep up.

Rex is finished, there was nothing he could do.

Giving a pat on his back—taking out one little pest that constantly annoys him, the Executor glanced over his shoulder, seeing that the two armies were still clashing. But it was obvious that his forces were winning the battle.

It's only a matter of time before the Supernatural army was taken care of.

'Hmph, I didn't even need to waste a single totem against them, good,' the Executor thought.

Albeit they were all lesser humans, his forces were able to surprise him.

As the Executor's gaze swept the battlefield, he beheld an intense amount of chaos energy emanating from a singular entity at the heart of the Supernatural Army. Seeing Brigitta, the Executor was pleasantly surprised by her transformation.

"Seems like she's not useless if she evolved into a Human Lord..." He mused raspingly.

Even though he had little hope, this was quite convenient for him.

Other than him who was at the very peak of existence, there was no one compared to him in terms of bloodline. The Royal Black Prince's lineage is a contender, a very rare breed among Werewolves—but on the human side, there is nothing that comes close.

However, with Brigitta's evolution, that dynamic changed.

A Human Lord is a far superior existence than the normal human bloodline.

Due to that reason, those who have the Human Lord bloodline become a different Awakened.

An Awakened Lord one might say with special traits exclusive to them.

Just then, a figure suddenly came out of nowhere and landed near the Executor.

Casting a glance towards this figure, the Executor smiled cheekily as it was Gistella, her face was in a mess from the tears she shed earlier. Frantically—she approached the Executor, the anger and concern she was feeling evident on her face.

"You promised that you wouldn't kill him!" Gistella yelled, grabbing the Executor by the arm.

Upon hearing this, the Executor sneered, "I promised you nothing,"

"What-?! You rotten human trash! We made a deal, and you alrea-"

"Don't think highly of yourself—the moment you stepped out of line, the deal was off"

Shamelessly—the Executor recounted the night when Gistella vented out on him as he used her to trick Rex into something that she didn't understand. But that was only a sorry excuse from him to not fulfill his part of the deal.

But then again, the temptation of getting the System is more important than anything.

It was more important than even his own face.

Swoosh...!

Gistella was angered, she could see Rex's condition up close and couldn't hold back her fury.

Responding to her anger, her moonlight energy began to swirl.

However, this act of hers caused nothing to the Executor as he cast a mocking smirk, "What are you going to do, attack me?" He asked scornfully. "Do you think you can do something if even your Alpha couldn't?"

Just before she could do anything, the Executor's eyes glowed purple brightly.

He fired his chaos aura straight at Gistella.

Upon seeing this, Gistella made a protective barrier but it lasted seconds before shattering.

Following that, the gush of aura pushed her back several meters.

Not even needing to lift a finger, the Executor was able to push Gistella back easily.

It was obvious that she was not his match.

"Brigitta-!" Suddenly, the Executor called out Brigitta's name with a commanding tone.

Upon hearing this, Brigitta—who was fighting against the noble Vampires fiercely alongside Carmilla herself—quickly created a distance before she made a massive leap—landing right beside the Executor in a rough manner, cracking the ground.

Crack!

"You call for me?" Brigitta asked, her body still violently swirling with corrupted mana.

Nodding, the Executor pointed at Gistella, "Give her a better view as I kill his beloved Alpha"

"Gladly..." She replied, looking at Gistella with malevolence.

Despite Gistella's attempt to retaliate and dash to Rex's aid—Brigitta easily captures her with the corrupted wind element, lifting her off the ground and tightly binding her body, rendering the poor, and suffering Gistella helpless to intervene.

Channeling her power, Brigitta created a cage made entirely of pure arcane wind mana.

She locked Gistella inside like an animal.

Out of sheer desperation, Gistella tried to break the cage multiple times to no avail.

Every time she tried, she got flung back and hurt instead.

"It's useless to try and break the cage, Gistella—you are not strong enough," Brigitta scoffed.

Apart from the evolution she went through earlier, Brigitta stood as one of the stalwarts that defended humanity, a ninth-rank realm Awakened. Out of anything, she resented Gistella for even trying to break free from the cage.

It was a form of underestimating her power which she didn't take lightly.

Swoosh!

For punishment, Brigitta lacerated Gistella inside the cage with vicious wind cutters.

However, even then, Gistella was still focused on Rex.

'Please, Adhara... Flunra... Evelyn...' She grabbed the bars, ignoring the excruciating arcane mana that kept on zapping her hands—hoping that there would be some sort of a miracle, a miracle that could save Rex from this situation.

She could hear Rex's heart slowing down, a critical sign that made her eyes tear up.

Additionally, the Executor already called back his black spear.

Filled with murderous intent, he strode forward slowly, burning the spear with chaos energy.

Obviously, the Executor was aiming to deal the finishing blow at Rex.

'Anyone...' Gistella prayed desperately, clenching the bars tightly. 'Save him, save the Alpha!'

But in the next instant, essences of lunar mana descended from the sky, sparkling with a cue of gentleness, a light blue hue—an answer to Gistella's prayer. It caught both the Executor—and Brigitta's attention almost instantly.

Under their watchful gaze, the lunar mana encompassed Rex's body and made him glow.

It was a sight that made the Executor frown, 'Another elemental mana...? But from where?'

Despite its seemingly gentle nature and minuscule amount, for the Executor's standard that is—the lunar mana triggered an unexpected sense of unease in the Executor. It's unsettling, stirring a primal instinct to intervene as if a latent danger lurked within its delicate radiance.

Readying his spear with more arcane chaos mana, he cast another powerful spell.

"Don't attack him, Executor! Don't!" Gistella screamed.

But her scream falls on deaf ears, "Arcane Spell, Final of Life!"

Sparing nothing into this final attack, the Executor throws the black spear that quickly spirals and turns into a massive but condensed vortex of chaotic energy. All of the energy inside the black spear focuses on the tip.

Nothing that made contact with the spearhead would be spared from brutal impalement.

Swoosh!!

Everything began to quake violently as the spear neared its target.

Gistella's eyes were glued onto the unfolding scene as she began to retaliate more fiercely—but there was simply nothing she could do. Helplessly, she could only witness the spear that the Executor threw hurtling at breakneck speed

Its target was Rex, who was still standing in place unmoving.

"NO!! DON'T KILL HIM!!"

Clang!

KABOOM!!

Upon seeing the massive torrent of energy from the spear becoming frantic, Gistella's heart sank to her stomach. There was no doubt that the spear successfully stabbed Rex—though knowing how strong he was, there was no chance that he would survive this attack.

Almost instantly, Gistella's body became weak and she fell to her knees, sobbing.

Both of her hands were covering her ears.

She doesn't have the guts to hear much less see the aftermath of the attack.

Meanwhile, the Executor and Brigitta observed the blossoming—formidable surge of chaos blasting forth with unrestrained might. Both shared a conviction that victory was assuredly theirs, convinced that nothing could save Rex from its devastating force.

The Royal Black Prince is essentially dead.

'After I gain the System, it's time I face the Passue Matriarch...' the Executor pondered.

Even before the spell receded, he already turned to other things, looking at the dark creek.

Putting on an excited smile, the Executor's flashed, 'Then, I can dominate the whole world!'

However, something unexpected happened.

As the black spear pushed forward and was about to explode, a sudden shift in its trajectory caught the Executor off guard. His eyes widened in disbelief as the torrent of chaos energy— suddenly veered upwards, defying his intention of finishing Rex for good.

Swoosh!

Instead of going forward, the black spear shot skywards as the chaos energy surged.

The Executor and Brigitta stood witness as the chaos energy infused within the black spear pulsed through the atmosphere, enveloping the spear in an eerie glow before it exploded in purple bursts of blinding light against the darkened sky.

Confusion rippled through the Executor's mind like wildfire.

He struggled to comprehend what happened, there were a lot of questions inside his mind.

'How... How could the Royal Black Prince, on the brink of death, muster the strength to alter my attack? It doesn't make sense, he was already extremely weak, even his aura was weak, as weak as a helpless civilian,' the Executor questioned deeply.

Just a few seconds ago, he was sure that he had won.

But then suddenly, reality slapped him in the face as his attack was deflected.

Even the entire battlefield, filled with despairing Supernaturals and cheering Humans, fell into a momentary united silence. All of them looked at the explosion in the sky in aghast, all were watching the end of the Royal Black Prince earlier.

Naturally, all of them knew that the explosion must come from the Executor's attack.

It was supposed to blast Rex into oblivion, but it exploded in the sky instead.

As the echoes of the explosion faded into the distance, the Executor's gaze lowered from the sky to the spot where Rex had stood. A sense of severe unease settled over him—a gnawing doubt that lingered in the depths of his consciousness.

But as the smoke receded, his eyes flickered at the sight of a silhouette.

A silhouette that seemed to be a Werewolf, but the forms showed that it was not Rex.

Positioning both hands extended outward, its palm seared and crackling with chaotic energy, it was obvious that this Werewolf was the one who managed to deflect the Executor's attack earlier, veering it away from Rex's direction.

Lowering both of its hands, a twisted and hideous expression was exposed.

Just from the expression alone, it was clear that this Werewolf was extremely angry.

His face contorted into a grotesque mask of rage, every feature twisted with uncanny fury—moreover, two pairs of azure eyes blazed forth, glaring at the Executor. Their intensity could be seen to scorch the very air around him, with veins pulsating beneath his furs.

It was a visage of pure, unbridled anger.

ROARR!!!

Kaboom!!

Out of nowhere, the Werewolf let out a thunderous primal roar that shook the entire place.

Furthermore, the roar blasted an explosive aura to the surroundings.

Even the Executor was surprised to feel that there was an entity that could muster this kind of aura aside from the obvious ones, an unknown entity, but he could already guess where this Werewolf came from.

Squinting his eyes, the Executor also saw multiple figures around Rex.

Four figures to be exact.

One look is all it takes for the Executor to recognize who they were, the Silverstar Pack.

But as if the surprise was not enough, a distant voice penetrated his ears.

Thump!

Thump!

Thump!

Not stopping at that, the Executor and Brigitta suddenly caught wind of a distant drumming sound emanating from the far west. It sounded like a drum, and this prompted them to snap their heads to the left in unison.

Both of them then saw something in the distance.

A vibrant swath of fabric danced upon the breeze, a contrast to the backdrop of the sky.

Only then that the two realize what they were seeing.

"Reinforcements... He has reinforcements" Brigitta uttered with an evident frown—the battle turns out to be still in the middle phase. It seemed that victory against the Royal Black Prince would not be as easy as she thought.