The Invincible Full-Moon System

Chapter 1078  Reinforcement of Hope (2)

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Positioned on the west was a formidable sight unfolding across the horizon.

A marching army, their ranks stretching as far as the eye could see, advanced with menacing strides. Each soldier moved with a precision that bespoke of determination and discipline. All are clad in a synchronized crimson color—their presence exudes an aura of menace.

Even from afar, the palpable threat coming from them already coursed through the air.

It was the reinforcements that came to aid Rex's forces.

Leading the army were four figures riding mutated animals that distinguish them from others.

Out of the four, the one at the center was the strongest.

Not only the Executor and Brigitta, but the two armies also saw the incoming reinforcements.

Since the Human Army had deployed almost every possible manpower that they could rally—it was obvious to them that the reinforcements didn't come for them. At the sight of the army—the stroke of victory was starting to slip from their fingers.

As the Human Army had their will drained back to zero, the Supernaturals were rejuvenated.

Moments earlier, it was looking bad for the Supernatural Army.

Rex was on the brink of being defeated and even killed, while the Human Army remained as strong as ever—bolstered by their defensive formation which had claimed numerous lives in its steadfast defense.

But now, with the reinforcements managing to arrive, it's going to look a lot better for them.

Akin to being injected with adrenaline serum, the Demons and Vampires battled even harder.

Letting out their battle cries, they continued their fight with newfound stamina.

On the other hand, the Human Army could only stand their ground—preparing to fend off the boosted Supernatural Army with everything they had left. Victory didn't slip from their hands fully, it only required more determination from them.

Similarly, the sight of the Silverstar Pack arriving at the battle brightened Gistella's face.

Initially, she thought that the pack was waiting somewhere.

However, it became clear to her that the pack wasn't around waiting, they were not nearby.

Gistella couldn't understand what had happened to them which made them weren't initially by Rex's side, but she was glad that at the very least they came in clutch at the last second—Had they not come, Rex would've probably died.

Calling the sensation she was feeling right now relief is an understatement.

Now that the others were here, it felt like she could breathe again.

She almost broke down completely when she saw the Executor delivering the finishing blow—but she was glad that Kyran was able to parry the attack, 'I didn't know Kyran was already awake, and he seemed way stronger too, I'm glad he's here...'

Just then, the strongest out of the leading figures raised their flag higher. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

It was a black flag adorned with crimson edges that fluttered mightily, almost as if the flag alone could emit an aura of unyielding will. At the heart of this flag is a fierce emblem that commanded attention: a crimson wolf-head sketch, its snarling visage etched with natural intricacy—bore a singular silver star upon its forehead.

Mounting at the center, Ryze, held the flag high with robust pride.

All three generals have pondered and prepared everything in order to unite Dargena City.

Even though all of them are united through the same favorable impression they had towards Rex, it's still not enough to complete the sense of belonging. One method that they managed to decipher was by making a flag.

Fortunately, the factory provided them with the resources needed to make the flag.

Despite not being official, this flag would still work to bolster the army's morale.

It would work fine for this particular fight.

Responding to the nearing presence of the ruler, the flag, previously adorned with mere glow—ignited with newfound brilliance. Its flutter intensified in reflection to the glow until the flag, from tip to handle, shimmered with the radiant energy of moonlight.

Like a beacon, the flag's moonlight energy expanded, heightening the aura of the army.

Just like the onlookers, Ryze was also surprised by this effect.

He didn't know that the flag had another purpose than a simple flag, but this was really good.

Even though he was not a Werewolf like Rex or the others, he could feel that the energy that came from the flag strengthened his physique. Almost instantly, Ryze could feel that he had gotten stronger than before.

It was the same case for the army behind him, all felt the embrace of moonlight energy.

Meanwhile, the Executor squinted his eyes as he observed the army.

"A young Heavenly Dragonman is leading them, I think I've seen him somewhere," he thought, sneering at the army which also consisted of Awakened—essentially making them an actual traitor army. "Even with that much Awakened, they won't be able to beat me or my army. It's the wrong move for all of you to betray me, now all of you are going to die..."

Despite the vicious army, it was still nothing for the Executor.

Even after a fight against Rex, he was still basically in full power, except for being fatigued.

Had it not been the First Breath, then he would've been able to easily recover from the white beam he endured earlier. But since it was the First Breath, he was a little bit exhausted from that incident.

Confident in his power, the Executor wanted to deal with the ones in front of him first.

But it was then that his eyes took a second look at the reinforcement.

A realization dawned upon the Executor like a bolt of lightning—what he initially perceived as the entirety of the reinforcement army was merely the tip of the iceberg. Located behind the visible ranks emerged wave upon wave of additional soldiers, their numbers swelling quickly.

On top of that, he also realized that the army did not consist of only Awakened.

Different kinds of Supernaturals came marching from behind.

It was only because of a slope at the distance that he couldn't see the entire army firsthand.

"Dwarves, Elves, Dark Elves, Tigerman, and even Orcs..." Brigitta muttered in shock, she was not expecting Rex's influence to reach this far in such a short amount of time. Gathering this much retaliation was unthinkable. "What should we do, master?"

Upon hearing this, the Executor clicked his tongue in displeasure.

Even for him, that many Supernaturals are a little bit too much to handle alone.

Just from a sweep of his gaze, there were at the very least five to ten thousand of them.

Such a number made Rex's forces bigger than the Executor's forces.

Also, among the ranks of the Supernatural armies—the Executors could see some formidable figures of significant stature. Aside from the current Kings and Queens who led these races, there were also some who hailed from ancient times.

It wouldn't be a problem for the Executor, but dealing with them will be significantly harder.

No matter the angles, the reinforcements are trouble.

He couldn't allow the reinforcement army to strike the Human Army, he needed his forces for when he infiltrated the creek. Just like he said earlier, this battle should merely be a filler, the real problem was inside the creek, the Passue Matriarch.

But now, it seemed taking down the Royal Black Prince is going to be tricky.

"Tch! Supernaturals and Humans are working together? Such a repulsive sight" the Executor mumbled in disgust, the sight of the reinforcement army irked him. "Put more Awakened into guarding the flank, don't let their reinforcement connect with their main army"

Although a little bit worried, Brigitta nodded and quickly did as she was told.

Since the main Supernatural Army was already weakened severely, splitting some personnel into the flank as the Executor said wouldn't be that much of a problem. It was the best thing they could do right now.

Due to that, Brigitta followed his lead.

Of course, she didn't forget to bring Gistella with her.

Coursing his eyes back to the front, the Executor observed the Silverstar Pack attentively.

'Based on the info I extracted from Gistella—the Female Alpha and the Luna should be quite manageable, leaving me with Flunra,' the Executor mused, scanning each figure. But then his eyes fixated on a presence exuding an unfamiliar aura, holding onto Rex. 'A Vampire...? What is she doing with the Royal Black Prince's pack?'

Seemingly out of place, Calidora was also present amongst the pack.

Her radiant blood energy made her stick out like a sore thumb compared to the rest.

Even then, nothing compared to Kyran who was standing at the very front, acting like a wall for Rex and the other pack members behind him, 'The aura and dangerous air coming out of him is higher than the others. He's comparable to Brigitta after her evolution, no... he might be even stronger. I thought Flunra was the strongest,'

Compared to the others, the Executor was more wary of Kyran.

Just something about Kyran made him feel like he was fighting a seasoned Werewolf.

On the other hand, Kyran was on his battle stance.

His entire senses were on high alert as he kept his attention focused on the Executor.

But from the clenched hands, trembling body, and contorted expression, it was quite obvious that anger consumed him. He struggled to contain it, and it was already seething relentlessly at the forefront of his mind, threatening to overwhelm him.

Seeing the state Rex was in, his body steamed with power.

He was awakened recently, and now he was already forced to see Rex in this state.

In his eyes, Rex is always the strong and immovable entity—in such a vulnerable state stoked an unbridled fury within him. Determined to avenge Rex's suffering, he vowed the relentless pursuit of those responsible, refusing to let them escape unpunished.

Looking at the Executor with bloodshot eyes, he gritted his teeth violently.

Meanwhile, the others—Adhara, Evelyn, Calidora, and Flunra were surrounding Rex.

All of them couldn't bear to see the state Rex was in right now.

"Why does he have to choose this path? Why does he have to fight alone?"

"He's too stubborn... He's too worried about us and would prefer to fight alone"

"It's the third time I've seen him in this kind of state, don't worry, he's not easily defeated"

Compared to Evelyn and Adhara, Calidora was not as worried as them.

Having witnessed Rex in this kind of state previously following the battle with the Elders and the attack from the Lunirich Gods, she knew how resilient Rex was. The only thing that made her worry was the fact that he was not conscious.

It's hard to knock him out, so this was new even for her.

Even Flunra—who usually was the calmest—has his countenance darkened viciously.

Pivoting his body around, Flunra heads over to Kyran, his claws slicing through his own palm before using his own blood to etch an ancient rune that he has never used before. His entire aura was very dark—the darkest it had ever been.

Adhara and Evelyn who saw him leaving could tell that he was different.

Standing right beside Kyran, he whispered, "I'm not going to say that this isn't your fault,"

"I know how angry you are, and I'm not going to say to calm down," Flunra added, the veins across his body began to bulge painfully. "It's childish to say this, knowing that you are only following orders, but this is your fault. Just this one time, let it all out..."

Psssh....

Out of nowhere, Flunra raised his darkened face, exposing his contorted expression.

Slowly, his body morphed into his burly Werewolf form.

Determination could be seen flashing in his eyes—overshadowing any semblance of fear in the face of the Executor. Instead, anger and loathing surged within him, different from what he thought he would feel when faced with an impossible enemy.

"I, too, will let it all out," He added with eyes dripping with murderous intent.

Swoosh!

As the two were teetering on the edge of the fight, draconic, scorching energy expanded.

Ryze ascended into the heavens, the flag clutched tightly in his draconic grasp.

His form shifted, eyes narrowing to slits as he gazed at the battlefield a couple of miles away from his position. Driven by the thirst for battle—he lets out a thunderous roar that acts as a bell to charge for the entire reinforcement army.

A declaration of intent to bring an end to the conflict once and for all.

ROAR!!