The Invincible Full-Moon System

Chapter 1290 Faring against a God (1)

A broken laugh—erupted from Rex's throat, wild, and uncontrollable, madness tangled with revelation. His expanding energy retaliated against Yulthar's energy, and it kept on rising to the point that his energy which was akin to a small beacon became a massive, equal force.

Realizing that Yulthar—wasn't acknowledged by the System was a funny thing.

Considering that he is a God, this made Rex laugh hard.

His already high confidence was boosted even higher because of this revelation.

In the next instant, Rex transformed back into his Werewolf form, displaying the regal look his Werewolf form had once more—and crossed his claws in front of him. Under the heightening pressure, the ground underneath him began to quake.

An earthquake that gradually becomes more violent.

Seeing that Rex was preparing to battle, Yulthar stood majestically with the lance in hand.

Despite the vulnerability, he stood his ground and waited for Rex to finish.

Knowing exactly that Yulthar wasn't going to attack, he took his time—to control his kingly energy and channeled it throughout his body. Both kingly energies pumped hard, he didn't pull back anything and unleashed everything that he had.

As he did this, Rex sensed that his Banished Dark Moon kingly energy was stronger.

He smiled at this as Nivellen must've exerted herself too to help him win.

If you're telling me to use your power without holding back then I would do exactly that.

Nodding his head, Rex's eyes flashed as a silvery layer of energy appeared above his skin.

Inhaling deeply, this silvery layer that was manifested through a condensation of moonlight energy—began to move towards his mouth. Just the amount of moonlight energy gathered was enough to terrify the onlookers.

None of them understand what's going on.

A little bit earlier, they thought Rex was being overwhelmed—by the Yule Moon God, that has taken over Prince Leif's body. But then, Rex suddenly woke up and calmly sat down without a hint of worry in his eyes.

On the other hand, the Yule Moon God was still motionless.

But in the next moment, this happened and the battle continued again after a brief pause.

ROAR!!!

Just then, however, their eyes widened when a moonlight shockwave exploded from the roar and expanded with incredible speed towards them. Despite not knowing what it was, since it came from Rex, they expected it to be an attack and protected themselves.

It was the right decision as the moonlight shockwave was indeed an attack.

But as it made contact with the barrier of moonlight energy, protecting these Werewolves, all of them gasped and had their eyes widened. Painful screams escaped their mouths—as they found the shockwave was extremely lethal.

A sharp pain overwhelmed them, forcing them to stand from their kneeling positions.

Blood began seeping from every orifice upon being struck by the shockwave.

Many of them gritted their teeth and pointed their hands ahead, attempting to make another layer of protection, but were surprised when their claws and fingers began to crack. It was a shocking sight and before they could process this situation, their skin, and muscles began to be peeled off their bodies.

Out of the entire legion of Werewolves, only a handful of Alpha and Alpha Primes survived.

Contrary, the others were reduced to bones and killed on the spot.

Even the blessing from the Honey Moon that enhanced their regenerative ability wasn't able to help them sustain this attack. Similarly—the Silverstar Pack was also in the same position but they weren't as hurt as the other Werewolves.

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Adhara, prone on the ground, covered her ears as the roar was too heavy.

Despite being protected by Rex from the full brunt of the shockwave, it was still painful.

None of them had seen this ability, presumably a new one Rex somehow obtained.

Flunra, on the side, also covered his ears but his gaze turned to the back—an evident worry could be seen on his face, "Gistella...?" He muttered, searching for Gistella who he left while she was evolving her bloodline.

His pupils dilated as he saw Gistella a distance away.

Flickers of energy, a mix of brown and blue hues, could be seen steaming from her body.

In her state, she looked serene, molding her body silently with the overflowing energy within her from the ravenous devouring, she had done, 'She needs to be ready soon, I can feel that the next moment would be chaos—the royals alongside the Alpha Primes would certainly be joining the fight soon too'

Even though the legions of Werewolves were crippled, the fight is still not over.

Gistella would be targeted if that happened.

But then, Flunra raised an eyebrow when he suddenly saw Gistella's eyelids open abruptly.

And as a Werewolf, Rex was no exception.

Clang!!

Rex leaped back to dodge the attack and saw the white lance pierce the earth.

It kept going down without any sign of coming back up.

Making his own move, Rex made a swiping motion two times with both hands—sending arcs of kingly energy infused with red force straight at Yulthar. But as the arcs of energy made an impact, Yulthar didn't move a muscle.

All of the kingly energies that struck him bounced off of him, he came out unscathed.

Only the ground behind was decimated by the powerful arcs.

Just as Rex did that, his eyes darted downwards as he sensed multiple points of energy that were heading straight at him. As he was in mid-air, he saw holes begin to appear, across the ground's surface, the white lance now turned into multiple lances, that pierced out of earth's crust like arrows.

Seeing this, Rex punched the air with red force to propel himself out of the way.

Landing on the ground firmly, he looked up and saw the lances were like homing missiles.

All of them redirected and followed him closely behind.

I need to get this battle out of here, the others would be hit by the collateral.

Glancing to the side, Rex saw that the others were still pinned on the ground—and were not able to move from their spots. It would be bad if these steaming blue white lances managed to reach them.

Knowing where to go, Rex cast the Primordial Step skill.

He dashed to the left in an attempt to create distance from the others.

However, as soon as he took a step, a painful hiss escaped his mouth as a white lance came out and stabbed him in the foot, pinning him in place. Not to mention, the steaming blue—of the white lance burst with Yule Moon's energy.

Rex grunted in pain as his foot was visibly melting from the inside.

He could read my mind, damn it!

Sensing that the white lances were right behind him, black lightning began to sizzle.

His hand crackled with arcane lightning mana as he grasped the white lance embedded in his foot—the Yule Moon's energy sizzled against his skin—piercing through the protective layer of lightning regardless.

Steam arose as the pain seared through him.

But with a growl of determination, he ripped the lance free and immediately moved.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Each missed lance that rained down made the ground tremble, each impact quaking the very earth. Rex gritted his teeth and turned around, making an abrupt stop from his escape before he channeled his kingly energy into his claws.

As opposed to running away, he decided to meet the onslaught head-on.

Clang!

Clang!

Each parry sent a metallic shriek into the air—his claws deflecting lance after lance, sending them skyward. By the time the eighth lance clattered away, he cracked his neck—his blood-red eyes narrowing with focus.

In a blur of speed, Rex leaped skyward, lightning trailing behind him.

He kicked and punched the eight lances, sending them hurtling back to their owner.

The God of the Yule Moon barely flinched, at the sight of the incoming lances—he waved his hand with effortless grace, veering away the lances from him and stabbing the space behind him.

Swoosh!

Blitz!

Just as the lance passed by, Yulthar glanced at it in surprise.

A black lightning bolt erupted from it, striking Yulthar's face with a sudden crack.

He stumbled, eyes wide, as a portion of his face blackened from the unexpected blow.

"A mortal sullied your face," Rex's voice stabbed through the air, humorously. "though it was not your actual face but a face you borrowed, still... I don't know about you but I think that's pretty shameful"