The Invincible Full-Moon System - Chapter 1062: A Fight of the Era (1)

A chilling wind swept across the desolate plain.

On the vast expanse of the promised battlefield, two armies faced one another.

Both their ranks stretched as far as the eye could see.

Enveloping the air was the choking tension of silence—broken only by the sound of marching sound from the approaching army belonging to Humanity. All of the best were gathered onto this ragged plain to fight in this deciding battle.

It was a tableau of different regiments, all had fought for humanity since the world changed.

Leading the charge was the conventional military with their armored vehicles and personnel, fearlessly advancing to the face of death. Each land machinery rumbled with the raw power of development, while aircraft blocked the sun in the sky.

Anything that stood in their way would be flattened into the earth.

Just the sheer might of their firepower would be able to scare countries in the modern past.

Furthermore, their assembly was bolstered by the Awakened—consisting of those belonging to the guilds and also the Cessation Knights. Rising to power, the Black Hands were brought along as a guarantee to their victory.

Each one of them was clad in white and pale blue full armor.

An army of strong, magical soldiers.

Instead of waving the flag and banner of the Elpida Alliance, the army carried a different flag.

Scattered across the army is the dark purple flag held high with a black all-seeing eye and a laurel wreath below it, a flag that was recognized almost by all Supernaturals present. Rex is the only one who doesn’t recognize the flag.

“What does the flag represent? Why the strong reaction?” Rex asked Carmilla on the side.

He saw all Demons and Vampires react strongly to this.

Even though there was no signal to attack from him, the Vampires and Demons were poised on the edge of their toes, itching to charge at the opposing army upon the sight of this flag, showing that the flag held great significance.

On top of that, Rex could even see Carmilla had her expression twisted hideously.

It was clear that even she was bothered by the flag.

Noticing that Carmilla was not answering, Rex continued, “Is it the Ancient Human’s flag?”

“No, it’s not,” She eventually replied, her eyes glowing deadly red. “It’s the Executor’s flag—a flag displayed whenever they were coming to enact punishment on us, Supernaturals. One of the memories that were hard to forget,”

Upon hearing this, Rex frowned, but his lips curled into a sadistic smile.

An intimidation display… Good job, Fifthborn. For a being that was born with strength, the Executor naturally is an expert in intimidation.

He may lack a lot of things that Rex considered as important to make someone considered a strong individual, but always living life at the peak also taught him other handy things. One is being displayed by the Executor directly right now, intimidation.

Soon enough, the opposing army came to a halt a distance away.

Only Rex’s forces were standing in the way of the opposing army to reach their destination.

Rex squinted his eyes and observed the opposing army—he found that despite the prepared battalions that were slowing their movements, their numbers were still robust. Additionally, it was clear that there was something unseen by the naked eyes enveloping them.

A foreboding air was emanated by even the regular humans, making Rex feel uneasy.

Just then, Maltrox on the left, glanced at Rex peculiarly.

“Five strong auras, they are one individual short,” He said after analyzing the opposing army.

Upon hearing this, Rex nodded in understanding.

It’s as expected, they are one person short. Lyra could handle herself, I’m sure.

Meanwhile, Caarmilla also scrutinized the opposing army before a look of surprise came to her face. As she processed her thoughts, a faint smile played on her lips, ‘I have my doubts but he’s exactly right, the people there were exactly as he predicted. A good sign…’

Immediately after she thought that a bubble of purple energy came from the center.

Everyone’s eyes were fixed on that bubble.

Out of nowhere, a powerful shockwave expanded from the bubble, ignoring the human army, and went straight to the Supernatural army. It came from a palanquin, and before anyone can decipher more, the shockwave hits them like a raging gush of wind.

Swoosh!!!

Upon being hit by the shockwave, all Supernaturals had their legs trembling violently.

A natural oppression from the opposing side to them.

Not stopping at the regular Supernaturals, even Maltrox and Carmilla could feel the sensation that made their legs violently tremble. Despite their attempt to rally their respective energies to shield themselves from the shockwave, it did little to nothing.

Each breath was a struggle, the air thick and heavy, pressing down like a suffocating blanket.

Just the sheer power from the shockwave seemed to permeate every fiber of their being, it was capable of rendering them weak. But it was natural as every single Supernatural present had their slave mark activated.

Since all of them were soldiers, it was not surprising that all of them had a slave mark.

A branded mark for killing Ancient Humans in the past.

But amongst them, one figure remained steadfast, not bending to the will of the shockwave in defiance. Rex stood firm, unwavering, as the shockwave passed through him. With steely determination, he pierces his gaze through to see the source of this shockwave.

He could already assume where it was coming from, and he was right.

It was the Executor.

Rex could see the Executor standing on the front part of the palanquin with a devious smile, and his arms crossed arrogantly. An evident taunt, displaying that the power between them was still far apart like it was.

Unlike before, however, Rex was not going to back down.

“Not right now, Executor. Now… I’m standing as your equal and more,” He mused lightly.

Making a light leap from his mount, he landed at the front of the army.

Absorbing the full brunt of the relentless and constant surge of chaos aura that the Executor emitted, Rex stood strong with his arms on each side. His back was akin to a towering wall—able to shield those behind him from the tumultuous onslaught of the world.

In a swift motion, he stabbed Amuerus Katana at his front.

Slowly after, the raven-black furs across his body started to sway against the tide.

Like a volcanic mountain was about to erupt nearby, the ground began to shake as the aura around Rex started to climb higher and higher gradually with each passing moment. He kept eye contact with the Executor as he awakened his powers.

Despite the suppression from the purple gush, his aura was glowing regardless.

It was akin to a beacon in the middle of the vast ocean.

Baring his canine teeth, the gathered energy started to become rampant, filling every corner of his body with the power of the moon. Red and black kingly energies intertwined, and with a flare of his eyes, his aura exploded.

Kaboom!!

Crack!!

His aura also sent forth a surging shockwave towards the opposing enemy.

Against the purple surge coming from the Executor, his aura managed to push it back, giving protection to the Supernatural army behind him. From a bird’s eye view, two domes could be seen, covering each of the armies.

In the middle of it all was a friction between these two domes, vying to exert dominance.

Even amongst thousands of people, these two individuals stood out.

Both of them showcase that they have the power of an entire army, lying inside their bodies.

“Our battle ends today, Executor!!” Rex lets out a howling roar that trembles the very essence of the air.

It was the signal for the start of the battle.

Although most of the human soldiers were covered in a mask, hiding their faces, it was clear as the day that Rex’s presence could strike fear into them. To think that a man birthed from their era could achieve this much strength is unfathomable.

Knowing Rex’s identity, they all also know that he was very young for his level of power.

But nevertheless, they stood on opposing grounds.

Upon hearing this, the Executor didn’t respond and remained unwavering.

His thick view of himself as the chosen one could be seen from the arrogance on his face.

Instead of the Executor, Brigitta quickly commanded her side of the army.

“Open fire! Bombard them before they can even get close!” She commanded loudly.

Reacting quickly to her command, multiple mobile artilleries and aircraft fired their enhanced missiles that soared through the sky with a sharp sound that irritated the ear. Rex looked up and saw the horizon bristled with a cascade of missiles, converging upon them like a flock of vengeful birds.

Each one is a harbinger of destruction, carrying heavy explosives.

Such a sight would be horrendous for most people in the world, but not to Rex.

“Maltrox, Carmilla, begin your war spells. I’ll deal with this,” Rex said before he leaped up.

Nodding their heads, Maltrox and Carmilla went to work.

In each battle that happened in the ancient era, there will always be a Field Spell that would be used to amplify the strength of the fighting army. One of the reasons why the Enchanters are extremely important for any Supernatural race.

As Maltrox went to inform the Demon Enchanters, Carmilla did another thing.

Going to one knee, she placed her hand on the ground.

Pausing to steady her breathing, she shut her eyes, allowing the dark blood energy to course through her veins, staining even the blood vessels around her eyes with inky blackness. Her body was wracked with a jolt of power, her astral form swayed with the rhythm of the wind.

Eventually, she began her chant.

“I am the shadow of the blood realm, O’ Origin, bless me with the might to fuel your children with the blade of blood. Help me unleash a show befitting of the true Vampires of the past…”

Upon chanting the incantation, Carmilla’s eyes jolted open, “Raargghh!!”

She roared an astral roar and infused her energy into the earth.

Not only the chosen commander for this battle, Carmilla was also one of the high Enchanters of the Vampire race with countless battles on her belt. Possessing a one-of-a-kind blessing from the Vampire Origin called the Shadow of the Blood Realm, she’s an apex Enchanter.

Only a handful could match or even surpass her in terms of Field Spell.

Reacting to her influence, her black blood energy spreads like wildfire across the battlefield.

In a mere heartbeat, her black blood energy reached the focal point of contention between Rex and the Executor. Likewise, the other Vampire Enchanters, their astral forms ablaze with power, contributed to the augmentation of Carmilla’s Field Spell.

All of them chanted, beckoning their Origin to give them strength for this crucial battle.

Meanwhile, Rex soared to the sky in the face of the swarm of missiles.

Devo! Come out, you’re up!

Calling for his handy spirit, Devo manifested behind him with the full power of lightning.

Infusing the spirit energy that had already reached a scary degree, probably the strongest in the current world, the surface of Rex’s body immediately started to crack with lightning, the sole testament to reaching unification with Devo.

Nodding his head, he looked back at the swarm of missiles and smirked.

Flowing his arcane lightning mana into his mouth, Rex lets out another thunderous roar.

He activated his Blitzing Lightning skill which was now way stronger.

Compared to the last time he used it, capable of only encompassing thirty meters or so, the lightning shockwave he unleashed from his mouth now extended exponentially, engulfing a vast area spanning approximately a mile.

It was big enough to cover the sky above the Supernatural army.

Each strand of lightning he unleashed blocked the missiles and detonated them mid-way.

Despite the explosion being so powerful that it trembled the air, and created a sound that was loud enough to rattle Rex’s eardrums, none of them were able to pierce through Rex’s form, giving enough time for the Supernatural army to prepare.

After doing that, he gazed down and saw that the Field Spell was nearing its completion.

Nodding, he raised and pointed Amuerus Katana at the opposing army.

“Charge!!”