The Invincible Full-Moon System

Chapter 1308 Reuniting Captains

In a way, the Dark Elf has direct contact with the Emperor because of the Aldri Family.

Becoming a persona servant family under the Silverstar Pack means they are going to stay in the castle, practically all the time. If someone from the Dark Elf Kingdom sought—for a direct audience with the Emperor, they could ask Vathor or even Bevryth to do that.

Something like that should be prohibited, there are levels to the empire's structure.

At the very least, Valthor shouldn't approach the Emperor like that.

Only the captains have that kind of authority.

Linthia was fuming, she knew Dindora and Gelmar wouldn't approve of this too.

"I can change—and become stronger, unlike your dumb wife who was stupid enough to play fire, with Lord Kyran. Look at her now, hiding behind Lady Naela's protection. What's exudes more air of a weakling than her?" She said, her tongue sharp like a razor.

Naturally, Valthor was livid when he heard this mockery.

Veins bulged across his twisting face.

"A lesser race like you dare to mock me...? Don't let your position get into your head—you are still beneath me. I'm a Dark Elf, a mid-rank Supernatural race while you... you're nothing but a dark fairy"

Swish!

Out of nowhere, Linthai felt her armor making weird noises.

It was gripped by a dark bronze energy.

Linthia could see the armor she was wearing bending inwardly in a slow manner.

Retaliating, she tried attacking Valthor's mind but her effort was thwarted away.

Valthor's eyes hummed with dark bronze energy—he tilted his head—looking at her as if she were an insect. Compared to Linthia, he was in the peak of the eighth-rank realm, the power difference between them was vast.

Coiled by his might, Linthia couldn't retaliate but gave no satisfaction by keeping composed.

She wouldn't let Valthor feel pleasure from seeing her in pain.

"Let go of her,"

Just then, a voice interrupted the two.

A woman came from outside of the castle, laced with an aura that couldn't be ignored.

Glancing over his shoulder, Valthor realized who it was, Dindora.

In a relaxed manner, Dindora closed the door behind her and turned to look at Vathor, both of her eyes were icy cold without emotions. She remained silent, staring at Valthor intently—but the murderous intent around her was palpable.

As someone who has lived a long time, Valthor recognized the threat coming from Dindora.

She reeked of blood—her gaze contained unspeakable power because of that.

Knowing his situation, Valthor was about to release Linthia but stopped.

He grabbed his cheek in reflex and touched blood.

'Did I get hit? By what? I didn't even see her move' Valthor thought in shock.

But then he saw Dindora's sharp but tired eyes glowed yellow, her aura was surging.

Valthor then saw her raising a finger and pointed it towards him.

Swish!

In the next second, he forced down his alive when he felt something sharp poking his neck.

Despite being seemingly harmless, a vine poked out of Dindora's finger—before it instantly elongated. It was infused with powerful energy—the tip was glistening under the light from the chandelier above, and was also laced with yellow steaming substance.

A venomous vine that could inflict Origin knows what but certainly horrific.

"If you try anything, I'll let your head roll and apologize to the Emperor for the inconvenience"

"I wasn't trying to do anything"

Valthor quickly waved his hand and dispelled the energy that gripped Linthia.

She could finally breathe again, coughing a couple of times.

Upon seeing that Linthia was freed, the wood clone lowered its weapon and crumbled.

But as Valthor felt like he had dodged a bullet, a burning sensation assaulted him.

It spanned from his chest to his neck.

Dindora struck, turning her right arm into a sharp, and enhanced wooden blade and making a powerful stroke at Valthor. Her strike caught Valthor off guard, drawing a bloody line—across his skin that followed the arc of the blade.

"Gaghkk!" Valthor stumbled back, holding his bleeding neck. "I already freed her!"

Sneering, Dindora splattered the blood decorating her arm to the carpet.

"Call your wife and tell her to clean this mess. Clean it until there's no scent of iron in the air."

"I'll clean it,"

From the banters of the people around them, they realized what Evelyn was doing.

"Her Majesty didn't look different than usual"

"I know, the dragon from earlier... shouldn't we all be worried? I got a goosebump earlier"

"Can the Emperor really protect us from that?"

"What are you saying? Just look at Her Majesty—she is not disturbed at all. I'm sure she has full faith in the Emperor—and since she was here shopping and conversing with us common folks, the Emperor must've already expected the dragon to appear"

"I guess you're right. The Emperor could take down the Fifthborn, this is nothing for him"

Just by showing her face outside, taking a walk—and greeting the people she met along the way, Evelyn was able to dispel the worry of the people. Both Dindora, and Linthia could only exchange a look.

Both realized that there's also a reason why Evelyn is Empress, not someone like them.

Passing by the guards, Dindoar and Linthia approached Evelyn.

Linthia got closer and stopped behind Evelyn.

Even as she stood behind, Evelyn kept gracefully picking the mutated fruits.

"Your Majesty, His Majesty already assigned everyone a task. Lord Kyran, Lord Flunra, Lady Gistella, and Lady Naela are going to depart"

"Hmm... where are they going?"

"To locate threats in the area and also aid Queen Shanaela"

Upon hearing this, Evelyn nodded her head.

"What happened to your armor? It's dented and unpresentable" She suddenly asked.

Despite already expecting this question to come, Linthia still stuttered.

She couldn't muster an answer out of embarrassment.

"F- Forgive me, Your Majesty. I wa-"

"Valthor was the one who caused it, he had a scuffle against Linthia"

Stepping to back Linthia up, Dindora intervened.

Evelyn turned to look at the two captains with a small confusion.

"Valthor...?"

"Yes, Your Majesty. He oversteps Linthia's authority"

Knowing how calm Valthor was in her presence—this came as a surprise but Evelyn was not that particularly, surprised. In the world of Supernaturals, the strong ruled, it must've been a little bit weird for Valthor to be under Linthia who was weaker than him.

"You're back, Captain Dindora," Evelyn said, holding Dindora's shoulders.

Dindora smiled a little, "It's good to be back, Your Majesty"

"Good, it's good to see you back. Now, bring me to the others, I want to see them depart"

"As you wish, Your Majesty"

...

Meanwhile, the Elven Kingdom.

Queen Shanaela came out of her bed chamber and rushed through the hallway.

She was informed earlier by a servant of hers that her attention was required.

It took a mere minute for her to reach the designated room and when she entered, she found Hastios and a couple—of high-rank Elven warriors inside. Other than Hastios, the other Elves suffered grievous wounds.

One was missing an arm while the others had black veins marring across his face and arm.

"Hastios, talk to me, what happened?" She asked, not even telling them to sit down.

From Hastios' expression alone, she knew that there's a bad development.

"Our forces in the east were ambushed,"

"Ambushed? By whom? And where in the east?"

"Just like what our sentries said, the black beast appeared, but it surprisingly didn't make its move and stayed at the center of the Verdantveil Forest. But it has two major minions—both were identified at the peak of the ninth-rank realm—and both flanked us. As for where—the Nature Guardians told me that it should span from Verdantveil Forest to the Avlyn Forest"

Upon hearing this, Queen Shanaela was visibly stressed.

Verdantveil Forest to the Avlyn Forest meant the influence spread for about ten miles.

Just as she was contemplating, she noticed Hastios had more to say.

"Say it, what are you hesitating for?"

"It is just that the inner section of the Verdantveil Forest began to show signs of a dominion, I am afraid the black beast is establishing its territory. And also—our fallen people... they were turned into walking corpses"

"What...? What elemental affinity is it really?"

"I'm afraid our guesses were not far off. It's either Death or Dark Element..."