The Invincible Full-Moon System

A change in the wind happened quickly.

It was a peaceful night ten minutes ago, but now, the first bell of war rang.

A messenger came to the army besieging Imla City, an alert that the main army would attack the city.

Considering the Empress has told them to only surround the city, this decision came as a shock for them, but none of them questioned it, as the messenger was none other than Captain Gelmar. Everyone could recognize him easily from his silvery hair.

“Charge!”

Gelmar pointed his sword forward, sharp and gleaming with power, a gift from his son.

Rumble!

Almost instantly, the frontline, a full barricade of Orcs, Tigermans, and Dwarves, unleashed a battle cry and surged forward like a sea tide—quaking the ground underneath them. Fighting for the empire was an honor, especially with the promise of peace at stake.

On the other side, the Werewolves prepared themselves to defend the walls.

Five hundred meters from the gate, the Dwarves picked up their pace.

Riding their mutated war bears on the flanks, these Dwarves cut into the middle, creating an arrowhead formation. A Dwarven general lifted his hammer, a signal, alerting the other Dwarves to cast a united War Spell, Boulder Charge.

Slowly, the ground underneath them rose and created a second skin, strengthening their defense.

Then, three Shamans on top of the walls, draped in robes and dolls, summoned three massive white orbs.

All levitated above the walls like three moons.

Ahead, right in front of the gate, the Dwarves could see that the ground was illuminated by these moons.

Growl!

Under their gazes, hundreds of astral creatures, wraith wolves, emerged from the ground and instantly rushed at the incoming army without fear. All of them leaped at the frontline—but were bounced away as none of them were able to overpower the Dwarves enhanced with the Boulder Charge spell.

Behind the Dwarves, the wraith wolves that were thrown there got instantly mauled.

A devastating axe strike from the Orcs and a karate chop from the Tigermans greeted them.

None of them could endure one strike.

But even then, the sheer numbers of these wraith wolves were incredible.

Slowly, the Dwarves’ charge grew slower as more and more wraith wolves got in their way.

Seeing this, the Elves on the backline drew their bows and fired a rain of enhanced arrows—which made the night sky glow green. All of them were carried by the wind, striking only the wraith wolves—while turning into a gush of wind when they were about to hit the Dwarves, boosting their speed.

Just then, however, the three moons flickered as the Shamans charged them with moonlight energy.

It throbbed violently until eventually, it exploded.

Boom!

A powerful moonlight beam burst forth from each moon, cutting through the air with extreme speed.

From the heat alone, getting hit by it would scorch a lot of them.

But something stopped these beams mid-track.

Kaboom!

On the backline, surrounded by a lot of powerful soldiers, was Gistella.

She was already in her fearsome Werewolf form, a black heart thrumming in her chest, with both arms stretched wide to summon a bronze barrier that withstood all three beams at once. Her Enchanter horn, glowing unseen in another dimension, pulsed with rising power as she endured the assault.

Despite her power, the three beams still proved to be too much for her.

A crack formed at the center of the barrier.

And before Gistella could patch it up, the beam broke through and shot at the middle section.

Just then, a silvery flash appeared and cut the beam into two, dispersing it entirely.

Swoosh!

From a relentless torrent, the beam was turned into a breezing wind that did nothing to the army.

Gelmar landed on the ground after cutting the beam, but he wasted no time in leaping again.

Reaching above the Dwarves, a bronze stepping platform appeared, a chemistry from Gistella who were aware exactly what he was trying to do. Gelmar used that platform to make a leap again, and with swift motion, he threw his sword at the swarm of wraith wolves.

Clang!

Thunderously, the sword stabbed into the ground, sizzling with an enormous amount of nature energy.

Dozens of wraith wolves turned to look at the sword and tilted their heads.

It was then that a violent eruption occurred.

Countless steel trees appeared around the sword—their branches stabbing dozens of wraith wolves that were incapable of reacting fast enough to dodge. A small forest of steel was left behind, with the bodies of the wraith wolves decorating the tips like flowers.

Despite the area the attack covered, the steel trees retracted back again into the sword in a blink.

Leaving an empty spot at the center, which allowed the Dwarves to push forward more easily.

Gelmar didn’t have his focus on that incident at all.

Once he threw the sword, the momentum pushed him back as his eyes locked onto a Shaman.

‘Each moon is controlled by a Shaman.’ He thought as a flicker of intent flashed in his eyes.

It was obvious what he needed to do to make it easier for the army to attack.

“Steel Nature Spell: Track Reflection…”

Almost instantly, his hand summoned a handleless blade before he threw it at the right-most Shaman.

His precision was terrifyingly accurate.

Swoosh!

Several barriers appeared and tried to stop the flying blade, but reinforced steel of the blade, fueled with the power of nature, sliced through them like butter. But no matter how fast the blade was, there’s almost nothing that could be faster than a Werewolf’s reaction.

In an instant, three Werewolves roared and stood in the path.

A three-body barrier, charged with moonlight energy that made them almost impenetrable.

Only those realms above them could easily tear through their flesh.

“Hmph.”

Gelmar twisted his hand and duplicated the blade, splitting it into three pieces when it was about to hit the three Werewolves. Even then, the Werewolves’ reactions were extremely fast as they threw out their claws to block all three blades.

Splash!

Out of the three, two of them were deflected, but the third one got through.

One Werewolf missed the angle, allowing the blade to pierce through his wrist with ease.

Behind the three Werewolves, the Shaman’s eyes turned to look at the blade two meters away from her.

Her lips curved mockingly as the blade missed badly.

In slow motion, the Shaman’s pupils dilated when she saw the reflection—from the blade was Gelmar, who was still mid-air. Then, she saw Gelmar’s lips curling as, in the blink of an eye, a shadow emerged from the blade’s reflection before it struck the ground.

Gelmar came out of the reflection, with a steel blade in hand, and hacked the Shaman with it.

His aim was her neck—to kill.

Slash!

Before the blade could slice the Shaman’s throat, someone pulled her out of the way.

It was an Alpha Prime, ready with his King Mark glowing on his forehead.

Seeing this didn’t deter Gelmar, instead, he was more focused.

Meanwhile, Gistella watched as the third moon disappeared from the walls as the Shaman was deterred, unable to keep her focus on maintaining the moon. She smiled inwardly at the sight, ‘He’s stronger now. Resembling a real captain, no, a future general better.’

Soon enough, the army managed to reach the walls.

Gistella kept blocking the beams from the moons, but despite one less moon to deal with, it was still hard.

She couldn’t hold it out for long.

Glancing over her shoulder, she noticed two hooded figures on the side, blending with the terrain.

Clearly, it was Evelyn and Vivian.

Both of them, with the help of the Elves and the Dwarves, were able to turn invisible—and also erase their scents. A race fighting alone could be stronger, but multiple races fighting together were stronger, a lot stronger.

Since their priority was to sneak in, the battle at the gate was only a distraction.

Once they got Kyran out, they could even attack from behind and force open the gate.

Gelmar was staying behind to pressure the walls harder.

At least, until the main army arrived and put more pressure on the walls, he would stay behind.

Noticing that Vivian and Evelyn were already positioned at the flank, ready to go, Gistella gave a nod to the surrounding soldiers, most being Elves and Werewolves. It was the signal. All of them seamlessly moved, forming a protective cocoon that obscured her from the Werewolves on the walls.

In their cover, Gistella slipped away without anyone noticing.

Upon uniting, the three of them moved aside, deciding to find another way inside from the sides.

…

Inside Imla City.

Crash!!

A thunderous crashing sound reverberated as several houses collapsed visibly.

Kyran was thrown through those houses.

He didn’t have the time to recover properly as the moment he shook his head to push away the dizziness, an Alpha Prime was on him already. With his gleaming crimson claws, he made an uppercut that drew blood across Kyran’s chest all the way to his face.

Not stopping at that, another bigger Alpha Prime caught Kyran with his sharp fangs.

Ruthlessly, he jerked his head, mauling Kyran in his jaws, slamming him into the ground and whipping him through the air like dead weight.

Baring his fangs, Kyran retaliated.

Shing!

An ice spike thrusted from below, almost impaling the Alpha Prime’s neck.

He managed to lean away, dropping Kyran from his jaws.

Like a ferocious beast backed into a corner, Kyran tackled the Alpha Prime and clawed him, and bit him repeatedly, tearing flesh after flesh. Before he could deal considerable damage, Krynda appeared right beside him and yanked him by the head.

Capitalizing on his fast speed, Krynda dragged Kyran’s face across the ground.

Kyran tried to retaliate.

But his moonlight energy was overpowered by Krynda’s kingly energy.

Once Krynda covered almost a hundred meters, he roared and threw Kyran up into the air.

Flaring his claws like curved blades, Krynda snarled savagely and slashed.

Slash!

His claws tore through Kyran’s gut, flesh and blood erupting in a violent spray.

Kyran’s groan was choked by the force that launched him back, his body spiraling through the air like a broken doll, trailing crimson behind him. As if that wasn’t enough, another Alpha Prime intercepted his trajectory and hacked him for the second time, sending him through multiple houses again.

As the Alpha Prime landed, he looked at the devastation with a tilted head.

More Alpha Primes landed beside him, also watching the devastation as if it were a show.

“Unlike us, his regeneration is even faster. Is this a trait of the Silverstar Pack?”

“His regeneration is at least two times stronger than ours. And his senses… It was hard to believe he could withstand a barrage of attacks from us this long.”

“Come on, let’s end him. Our walls are being attacked. We’re needed there.”

Just as they walked ahead, heading towards where Kyran was, one of them stayed behind.

He was looking down with clear confusion on his face.

“End him…? End him how, exactly?” He asked.

Upon hearing this, the others turned to look at him as they realized what the question meant.

End him, how?

Though they were currently at war against the Clarentium Empire, defiance against their sovereignty as the Werewolf race wouldn’t fall under a false Werewolf—there was one clear fact that none of them could deny: Kyran is a member of the Silverstar Pack.

At this moment, the Silverstar Pack didn’t consider them anything other than a civil threat.

A threat that needs to be neutralized amicably, since the pack’s purpose was to govern them.

But that would change swiftly if they killed a Silverstar Pack member.

In a case of that happening, there will be no option to surrender.

And it wouldn’t be the Empress who came to deal with them, it would be the Emperor himself.

Someone who killed the Fifthborn, who not even the entire might of all Supernatural races in the past could do. So naturally, all of them paused in their tracks—end Kyran? How?

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