The Invincible Full-Moon System

As soon as he taunted Prince Alaric, the darkness around him thickened suddenly.

It was as if the sky itself were being blotted out by something.

Rex stood in the center of the massive pit he had created, his gaze lifting to the heavens—as he came to the realization that the sky was indeed being blotted out. What he saw sent a shiver of excitement through him.

Countless shadows began to descend, like a relentless barrage from some monstrous force.

Soon, the ground quaked with each impact.

In a span of a few seconds, the once-shattered landscape now teeming with movement.

One by one, the shadows hit the earth and took form—legions of Werewolves, bare-chested or in ancient black armor. Their numbers were overwhelming, filling the plain with a seething mass of fur, fangs, and fury.

Each beast emerged with a snarling ferocity, their eyes were filled with grief and wrath.

As the Bloodstone Crater was destroyed, this ground had been desecrated.

And minutes after its crumble, this ground turned into a battleground.

Despite the predicament, Rex was smiling from ear to ear, 'It was all going according to plan'
Experience tales at empire

From the moment the Pride Challenge was issued—triggering a pack quest from the System, Rex had already planned on using this to complete the requirement for his race evolution, the stars couldn't be more aligned, and the opportunity was too perfect for him to pass.

Devouring the blood of old Werewolves, a bunch of them at that, limits his moves.

Rex couldn't pick them one by one until the requirement was fulfilled.

It would take too long for him to opt for doing that.

His only path was to wage war against the Werewolf and have them send armies to kill him.

But waging war when the Werewolves hadn't done anything substantial towards them would be too sudden and reckless, the kingdoms under him wouldn't approve of his action, and his people as well since the basis of his empire was a safe haven.

Since he now commands an empire, he needs a reason.

A reason that he didn't have.

Just as he was fretting for a legitimate reason, he came to a haunting realization.

Ragnar—the Werewolf that came with Garret, and he called 'toothless pup' triggered a killing intent quest. A quest that leaves him no choice, but to kill anyone, associated with it. Instead of killing Ragnar to complete the killing intent quest only, he opted for another path.

He had time before the penalty, so why not make Ragnar worth killing more?

Fortunately, because of Rex's ridicule, Ragnar stayed behind in the Humming Damned Forest.

It seemed he was keeping an eye on the city, a convenience for Rex more than anything.

Due to that, he ordered Adhara to venture into the forest and let Ragnar attack her.

Her wounded self would then be brought along the street for the people to see, a show Rex orchestrated to sow reason into the people's hearts. All saw Adhara's condition, as she was brought through the main street by Flunra towards the castle.

And without fail, the people began asking questions about her predicament.

Only then did Giana come in.

For anything related to the city's well-being—the people opted to orbit around the governor and also, the three captains, mainly Linthia at this moment. However, for anything regarding the royal family, Giana and Prof. K were the people to ask.

Everyone knew that they were a part of the royal pack, outer members to be exact.

Under the constant question, Giana 'unwillingly' revealed that a Werewolf attacked Adhara.

A Werewolf named Ragnar, and at that moment, a reason was born.

Because of that, Rex has no more restraint to hold him back.

On top of that, he also sensed the Storm Prince was near, he felt an unnatural coldness upon venturing into this area and the System confirmed, that it was none other than a sliver of the Yule Moon's energy, a tell-tale that the Storm Prince was nearby.

It seemed he was also planning something as the pack duel took place.

Nevertheless, Rex didn't find this odd, he expected the enemy would have a plan for him.

But then again, his plan was superior, and everything was going smoothly.

Now comes the rough part, the unpredictable part.

Roar!!

Graah!

Responding to the requiem of growls and roars of these Werewolves, the Honey Moon began to glow ominously—and strengthened the legions of Werewolves, numbering at least, around the 10,000 mark.

Under such large numbers of Werewolves, their auras began to coalesce into one.

Silvery-blue clouds materialized above, darkening the already bleak landscape.

At the center of this storm stood Rex—and Prince Alaric—surrounded by legions of monsters bent on revenge. But as Rex took in the sight of these Werewolves, boring the intention to rip him to shreds, he bared his fangs in a sinister smile.

He could hear the pulsing blood, rushing within the bodies of the Werewolves around him.

Each beat was like music to his ears.

Rex didn't need the blood of every Werewolf here—only the blood of the old ones, the elders whose power had been honed over centuries and possessed purer bloodline. And as he scan the masses, he knew he had more than enough.

Blood will rain tonight and I'm going to bathe in it.

A low, dark laugh rumbled in Rex's chest as he prepared to claim his prize.

Glancing over to Prince Alaric, he raised an eyebrow, "Do you think this will scare me?"

"No, but it should be..." Prince Alaric replied as he gestured to attack.

ROAR!!

Immediately after that—Rex raised his fighting stance as the first wave of Werewolves came upon him. He could feel the ground shaking—from their march. But he moved with lightning-fast speed, a blur of lethal precision that belied his human form.

His every motion was a deadly dance.

Each hack and slash left a brutal trail of blood and gore in his wake.

Rex, activating both of his King Marks while remaining in his human form still, carved through all black-furred beasts attacking him as if they were nothing more than mere rabid dogs—his strikes cleaving flesh and bone with terrifying ease.

Splash!

Squelch!

Blood sprayed across the barren landscape as he blitzed through the onslaught.

He made a climb from the crater as guttural cries of dying Werewolves accompanied him.

But no matter how many he felled, another took its place.

From behind, Prince Alaric watched, grunting in pain from his internal wounds.

As he witnessed the carnage unfolding—before him, his breath caught in his throat. This was no ordinary battle—this was a massacre. Despite all the Werewolves, mocking Rex, as a false one for his main human form, the sight before Prince Alaric was almost blasphemous.

Rex tore through his kind with a manic fury.

Not to mention, he was even biting and devouring blood and flesh with a ravenous hunger.

It was a sight that made Prince Alaric question everything.

"Was he truly a false Werewolf or was he a false Human instead?" He muttered aloud.

On the other hand, Rex consumed the limbs he tore and the blood he spilled.

...

<Harvest and devour Werewolf blood older than 3,000 years old: 0.71%...>

<1.11%...>

<Sudden Quest!>

Objective: Win the battle!

Description: War has been declared and war has to be won!

Rewards: 5x instant level ticket, 1x Divine-rank Weapon Ticket, and 100 Divine Upgrade

...

Despite his plan working, and the percentage for that requirement being filled, Rex was not focusing on that—his mind was somewhere else as he licked his bloodied lips, 'It is sweet... It's fucking sweet! Even the flesh, everything is so dainty!'

Rex laughed maniacally, the blood corroded his mind and drove him to a primal frenzy.

He was unwilling to devour blood or flesh ever since he became a Werewolf.

It was precisely for this reason, he feared that he might get addicted.

Ever since he killed his Invincible Apparation within him—the violent urges he has, primal to the core have gone alongside it. But now, the sensation was coming back to him, but now it didn't come from the Invincible Apparation, it came from himself.

Slash!

Grab!

Dodging several attacks from three Werewolves at the same time, Rex sliced all three.

He then grabbed another one by the neck and leaped skywards.

Mid-air—Rex bites and tears the Werewolf's arm, swallowing it before the Werewolf's eyes before he throws the Werewolf to the ground. But—as he feasted on his enemies, Rex was surprised when he gazed downward.

Killing hundreds already, he realized the onslaught was endless.

More Werewolves were leaping up towards him, reaching their deadly claws.

Not to mention, Rex's eyes caught sight of those he hacked and were supposed to be dead.

In an unnatural manner, their severed limbs and wounds were healing rapidly.

Even though his kingly energy was supposed to be able to suppress their regenerative ability—the Werewolves, were able to regenerate rapidly—and from the concentration of moonlight energy they emanated, Rex knew exactly what was happening.

Seems like the Honey Moon is also against me, this is going to be interesting.

He realized that he was also fighting the Lunirich Gods on top of the Scarlet Banes Kingdom.

Regardless of this enhanced healing, the Honey Moon was providing them with, Rex smirked darkly as he decided to shift the tide. Since he was fighting as a Werewolf, he decided to not use his elemental prowess.

It would be better to fight them as a Werewolf instead.

Upon firming his decision, Rex's eyes flashed with a crimson light, "Alpha Bearing!"

Crack!

Instantly, the weaker Werewolves around him collapsed as if gravity pulled them down hard, their bodies, planted into the ground—by the sheer weight of Rex's presence. None of them was able to move their bodies within the radius of his dominance.

Only the stronger ones were able to stand under Rex's presence.

Even then, they were struggling to stand.

Just as Rex landed on the ground and scanned the remaining Werewolves, less than half with most being pressed on the ground, his eyes, landed on a particular Werewolf on the side. His eyes flickered excitedly at the sight of this figure.

"Garret! It's a pleasant surprise to meet you here!" Rex greeted.

It was the robed Werewolf, Ragnar's teacher.

Beside Garret were his three mutated wolves, they were all able to withstand Rex's powerful Alpha Bearing skill—better than the others even. Enraged—Garret pointed at Rex, "I came to your territory with a good intention, to remind you of the approaching catastrophe—but you do this to us instead? You destroyed our sacred ground instead?!"

"Ah... my gratitude for that kindness. But your student attacked one of mine" Rex replied.

Upon hearing this, Garret tilted his head in a mixture of surprise and confusion.

Glancing over to the Werewolf behind Garret, Rex smiled further.

Ragnar was standing there frozen, only now realizing that this was his fault from the start.

As a response, some of the Werewolves around shifted their attention towards Ragnar, their eyes were questioning and sharp. Gritting his teeth, Garret quickly commanded his pets and shouted, "He's trying to break us apart, attack him now!"

Swoosh!

Leading the charge was the armored mutated wolf, Garret's most powerful pet.

In terms of defense, this armored mutated wolf was unmatched.

'Even the Royal Black Prince couldn't pierce its body,' Garret pondered—recalling the time he encountered Rex. 'I'll command this one to clash head-on while the others would attack from the sides, helping the legion to attack his blindspot'

Growl!

Making a vicious leap, the armored mutated wolf lunged at Rex.

Its body glistened as its hide hardened, aiming to crush Rex under its immense weight.

Opening its maw, the beast snapped forward to claim Rex but in that instant, its body halted mid-track. Rex had seized it using only his dense kingly energy, stopping the beast's charge dead in its tracks.

The armored mutated wolf froze mid-air, its momentum shattered Rex's power.

Rex then walked forward with deliberate ease, a savage smile spreading across his face.

Stopping beside the beast, he raised his flared claws, showing it towards Garret.

A dark haze swirled on his claws, before with a single, precise motion—he stabbed his claws into the armored beast. It was the Executor Slash skill, allowing him to cut through the wolf's hardened skin as if it were mere paper.

Garret, the wolf's master, watched in horror as Rex pulled his bloodied claws out.

Rex then licked the blood off with a predatory grin.

A sight that struck Garret's heart, his mighty pet with an unbreakable skin had been brought low with terrifying ease, "H- How is this possible? He couldn't do that before..."