The Invincible Full-Moon System

Chapter 1061  Tremble of the Hands

Disregarding his will to take down the Executor, this was not the only problem at hand.

Even if he did defeat the Executor, the war will continue.

Killing the Executor would only be opening the door of hope that peace might be realized.

Because of that very reason, his forces and allied nations have to remain strong.

He was open about everything to the other commanders.

Instead of being a two-faced leader and making himself look ingenuine, Rex decided to be as truthful as he could to the commanders. He didn\'t shy away from telling the commanders his actual reasoning to lead them, and also the temporary nature of their camaraderie.

Being seen as a truthful person is a must in this situation.

Many instances in the fight would require the Supernatural army to trust Rex\'s decision fully.

A seed of doubt will crumble the entire plan and result in more losses.

Despite the very likely potential of meeting these commanders in the future as enemies, Rex doesn\'t have any intention of stabbing them in the back. He would be trying his best to make sure that the losses they suffered would be as little as possible.

For now, he would treat them as actual allies.

Naturally, it was not his initial plan to take this good and upright route.

But he couldn\'t help himself.

I couldn\'t say no to Gistella when she was pleading desperately like that.

Rex never informed Gistella about his intention of allying himself with the Supernaturals, but it seemed she already sensed his intention and pleaded, saying that he should not be taking the usual brutal route if he wanted peace to reign in the world.

She\'s probably right too, and Rex had to admit that.

Marching, the Supernatural army led by Rex and the three commanders near the battlefield.

All of them are about three miles away from the Dead Man\'s Creek.

Carrying the weight of Rex\'s body was a mutated war horse, corrupted by the dark power of a blue Demon. He mounted this war horse provided by the Demons throughout the way, and now he was gazing into the far distance of the wasteland.

He could already view the creek on the horizon, sucking the light from the surroundings.

"Lyra, what\'s the current situation?" Rex asked, glancing over his left shoulder.

Since the Shapeshifters were the ones providing scouts and information supplies, Lyra was the one who knew the situation the best. In response to this, her emerald skin shimmers, a sign of using her powers.

Just like Werewolves, the Shapeshifters also had a telepathic ability.

At least that is what Rex thought she was doing.

"A problem arose in the enemy\'s forces recently, and the Fifthborn was forced to handle the problem himself. He sent the new era army to pierce the battalions assigned to slow them—no Awakened or Black Hands were sent with them, so the Executor\'s army is lagging behind"

"We are ahead and can reach the Dead Man\'s Creek first" Lyra concisely replied.

Upon hearing this, Rex nodded his head.

Supernaturals are stronger in the First Breath, and dealing with the military will not be quite a hard task for them. Most of their advanced weaponry is inconsequential. With this advantage—we can outpace them and reach Dead Man\'s Creek way ahead of them.

Rex snapped out of his trance and asked, "Lyra, are your scouts really close to the enemy?"

"About a mile close, yes," Lyra replied.

Pivoting his torso as much as possible to look at Lyra, he continued, "That light glow on your skin earlier, is that you communicating with your scouts through telepathy? I forgot to speak of this earlier during the briefing"

"Yes, I can talk with the scouts through telepathy," Lyra answered.

Upon hearing her answer, Rex frowned.

Not that it was a bad thing that Lyra was communicating with the scouts—that would mean the information she provides is always fresh—but because Rex couldn\'t reach Gistella, even until now when they were not that far apart.

So this means the Executor is specifically blocking Gistella\'s mind, not a protective barrier.

"Can you link us so we can communicate too?" Rex asked.

It would be best if the commanders could talk to one another directly to coordinate.

Albeit he wasn\'t expecting that it was possible, Lyra shockingly nodded.

A moment later, Rex and the Supernatural army reach the Dead Man\'s Creek and halt.

Rex looked at the entrance of the creek and could already feel the ominosity of the creatures living inside of it. Only Supernaturals could enter freely, while any Humans that dared venture inside would be met with a gruesome death.

Even now, it\'s hard to believe that this place hosted the Ancient Human\'s sacral temple.

Giving a light nod, Lyra quickly made her move.

Just as the plan discussed at the briefing earlier, she would lead her division into the heart of the creek alongside a portion of Demons and Vampires. Aware that the Executor\'s desire was to reach the Symposium of Upper Divinities, fortifying the creek was a must.

After Lyra and her division disappeared, Carmilla and Maltrox prepared the army.

On the other hand, Rex was rooted in his spot.

Piercing his eyes into the dark creek, with steel-like creatures peeking at him from the inside, there was a conflicting sense that rose in his heart. Many humans would die inside this creek when the battle starts, and no matter what I do, it couldn\'t be avoided.

Flashes of the time when he was in the military emerged in his mind.

People are dying left and right like insects.

None of their lives were valued, only a number to the darkness of the unending war.

Looking down at the palm of his hand, Rex\'s eyes slightly widened.

He surprisingly found that his hands were trembling visibly, it was evident that nervousness was encroaching inside of him. How much time had passed since I felt something similar like this? I think the last time I felt this was when I hid in the cabinet from Ruston.

Rex\'s expression tightened as he never expected that he would feel this nervous.

It was not a good sign in his dictionary before a battle.

System, is there any way I could use your features now? I really need a guarantee.

<System is inaccessible until the user completes the System Relaying Bet Quest>

Upon reading the notice, Rex could only sigh, there was no wrong in trying.

"Four more to go..."

Out of nowhere, Lyra\'s voice rang inside his head through the telepathic link she created.

Her voice snaps Rex out of his daze.

Rex already told her to inform them how many battalions were left to slow the march of the Executor\'s forces, a countdown to know when to expect the enemy forces to arrive. He did this in order to prepare mentally for the upcoming fight.

Moving to the side, he remained at the very front of the army with his arms crossed.

It had been about ten minutes, and Rex was in meditation.

Carmilla, riding her own war mount—a monstrous demonic eagle, observed Rex from behind.

She was looking at him because of the energy surrounding him.

An energy that she couldn\'t quite understand.

It was too subtle to be his kingly energy, and it was too profound to be an Origin energy.

Knowing that Rex had fought the Elders to showcase his power and earn their respect, with the aim to have the opportunity to fight the Executor himself without anyone disturbing, she remembered that he was capable of utilizing the Origin\'s energy, and he did quite easily too.

No struggle or side-effect, it shouldn\'t be possible in normal means.

So she initially thought that the energy around him was the Origin\'s energy, but it\'s unlikely.

"Don\'t look too close, and you\'ll understand," Maltrox suddenly said.

Upon hearing this, Carmilla turned to him in confusion, "What do you mean, Demon?"

"I know you are wondering what is the energy around him," Maltrox said, giving a brief glance at Rex who was still in meditation. "If you want to know, then don\'t focus on trying to discern the energy or you\'ll never see it"

Carmilla returned her gaze to Rex and tried to do what Maltrox said.

Instead of trying to see deeper into the energy, she tries to render her focus away from Rex\'s energy. Nothing happened for a couple of seconds, but when she managed to unfocus from the energy, her eyes flared open in utter surprise.

"Now you\'re seeing it," Maltrox commented with a big grin.

He could tell that Carmilla could now see what the Royal Black Prince was doing.

From her vision, she could now see a translucent higher being behind Rex who was the fuel of energy coursing around Rex\'s body. Carmilla understands now the energy turns out to be divine energy, belonging to a higher plane.

"I don\'t know how, but he was directly blessed by a Goddess," Maltrox shook his head.

Earlier, he already realized it, and he couldn\'t fathom how Rex was able to do that.

Lost in a momentary trance, the translucent higher being, the Countess lifted her head and turned slowly in her direction, sensing that someone was looking at her intensely. Realizing that the Countess was looking in her direction, Carmilla felt goosebumps across her body.

Despite her standing, the thing that was looking at her was a Goddess.

An actual Goddess.

Under the weight of the gaze, she quickly averted her gaze away, sweating profusely.

\'A Royal Black Prince is already strong enough to possess a body capable of accommodating more than one King Mark, a feat beyond ordinary Werewolves. But now, he also bore a direct blessing from a Goddess,\' Carmilla pondered in shock. \'No wonder he\'s so strong...\'

Just as she thought of that, a strong gust of cold wind brushed against her skin.

It was then that she looked up at the far distance.

Across the plain came a chilling aura, seeping into the very fabric of the air around them, the devastatingly powerful aura from the approaching enemy forces. Even though the tip of their blades was still not visible, all onlookers felt their danger senses riled to the maximum.

Demons and Vampires alike could feel the threat to their very existence was coming.

But even then, their eyes burned with the flames of hatred.

Once a serene surrounding metamorphosed into a realm of impending ruination—a palpable tension that whispered death. Even the ground started to be corrupted by purple cracks, a might belonging to one person.

Sensing the change, Rex\'s eyes slowly open.

"I am aware that many of you may feel compelled, perhaps even used, by the decision of the Elders to place you under my leadership," Rex proclaimed, his voice filled with mana. He was speaking to the army directly, "under the leadership of a foreign Werewolf to fight one of the most powerful and hated beings, the Executor himself. I even acknowledge that the purpose of this battle is not driven by your vendettas but by mine,"

"So I offer a solution, let\'s reverse the situation. I will be charging ahead first, so use me as your shield. If the cost of victory and triumph is written in blood, let it be mine. Stand with me, not for me—and I\'ll try my best to give you the taste of vengeance, no..."

Rex raised his Amuerus Katana and pointed it forward, at the direction of the enemy.

"I promise to give you the taste of vengeance, through the blood of the Executor..."

Listening to this, Maltrox and Carmilla also raised their weapons.

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Both of them let out an invigorating roar and blasted their energies into the surroundings.

Responding the same, the Supernatural army also did the same.

Putting on a light smile on his face, Rex squinted his eyes as he trained his eyes forward.

"Now, Executor, It\'s time to settle our fight" He whispered lightly, determination flashing in his eyes. "At the end of this day, this battle will be over, and both of our forces might survive the battle. But between us, there will only be one to walk out of this alive..."