The Invincible Full-Moon System-Chapter 1844: Protect the Silverstars (2)

Sven is the bastard son of the origin.

He is still a direct blood to the origin, and yet the other werewolves treated him differently.

Like he was an outcast.

None of the Silverstars knew the exact reason for that, but there was one thing they could be sure of: Sven hated the origin and perhaps even disliked the other werewolves because of it. That much is clear—as his hatred radiated outward for all to see.

But at the same time, he’s still a werewolf.

He doesn’t like to see those who are the same species as him being slaughtered wholesale.

If he wanted that, then he wouldn’t have isolated himself from the others and live outside of the Scarlet Banes Kingdom’s territory. If he wanted that, he could’ve easily ransacked the entire kingdom and made them all fear him.

But he never did.

ROAR—!

Sven streaked through the sky with blinding speed.

He might have a massive stature, but that doesn’t mean he was slow.

In fact, he could easily be as fast as Princess Selene, who excelled in speed more than the other royals.

Sven crashed onto the border and immediately engaged in a bloody brawl against several Godlings. He was moving like a killing machine, hacking through flesh with his unnaturally sharp claws, bathing in the spilled blood, and rampaging harder with each wound he suffered.

But the Godlings weren’t pushovers.

One clawed Sven across the face, sending him tumbling several steps away. Then, it turned into a mist of blood—and reappeared behind Sven before he could even take his third step, and clawed him again, arcing blood skyward like a spurting fountain.

Another grabbed Sven by the tail, yanked him upward, and slammed him back down to the ground.

An entire cliff crumbled from the vicious impact, and the force carried through it and spread like visceral lightning across the ground, creating deep, slithering fissures. Sven himself—pierced through the earth and crashed inside a dark cavern hundreds of meters below the surface.

He recovered uncannily fast and lunged to the ceiling, avoiding three strikes altogether.

Light flashed inside the darkness as he clashed directly with a dozen Godlings.

A flurry of exchanges happened in an instant. Claws against claws sparked. Growls of pain and the eerie sound of blood splashing echoed inside the chamber. Each one of the Godlings has a strength that could easily rival the kings and queens in the world.

Capped by the world’s energy.

But Sven was actively dominating them.

He clashed against a dozen and was clearly having the upper hand.

Crash—!

Four Godlings were slammed into the wall.

Sven blocked another swipe, drove his claws into a Godling’s stomach with brutal precision, and ripped its intestines free. He ate two attacks into his side and shoulder, even though he had more than enough time to dodge, and then grabbed the attacker by their head.

He buried one Godling face into the wall and the other into the floor, before brutally dragging them across the entire cave.

Like a trash, he threw one away and munched on the other’s skull.

Chilling bone-cracking noises echoed as his sturdy and sharp fangs crushed the skull.

Swoosh—!

At the same time, three blood mists charged at him from three sides.

Sven’s eyes gleamed with an enormous moonlight energy, and with a roar, he unleashed a blast that knocked them all away and embedded them into the opposite walls. From below, a Godling surfaced and impaled him through its chest with its blade arm.

Both of them pierced through the ceiling and emerged back on the surface.

Everyone’s attention returned to him.

All were put in a trance by the vicious battle between Sven and the Godlings.

Sven is the most-primal state a werewolf can be. He uses no flashy abilities. He does not try to dodge any incoming attacks. Just purely raw strength, anger, fangs, and claws. And for the other werewolves, the sight was mesmerizing to see.

Rampaging energy spiraled around him, and his body answered.

Sven is already odd compared to the normal werewolves. He was far bigger, white, and did not seem to be able to speak coherently with words. But the difference was far deeper than that. Even the essence of his body was different.

Anger and hatred didn’t only make him stronger like ordinary werewolves.

They also transform his body into a fiercer version. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Before the others’ eyes, Sven’s body swelled, surged, transformed in ways that don’t look normal. It started from his scorching breath that now turned into mist. His ears elongated, their tips turning into trails of smoke and white fire.

Behind him, his tail thickened into something muscular. Like that of a massive snake.

An unnatural transformation, and his aura tripled in the blink of an eye.

He is the embodiment of a werewolf and is pushed to the absolute extreme.

Even his adaptability was on a league of its own due to its changing form.

Feeling the tightening of the muscles around its blade arm, the Godling was quite surprised. It tried to turn into blood mist to flee, but the energy surrounding Sven’s body stopped it. The energy kept it solid. Kept it trapped in place.

Sven kneed the blade arm of the Godling from below, snapping it into two.

Then, he clasped his hands together and hammered the Godling from above, sending it straight down.

CRASH—!

Buildings, trees, and the earth shattered upon impact.

Sven’s body suddenly became heavier as he dropped back to the soil like an anchor.

He seized the Godling by the throat and lifted it from the ground like a sack of meat. It thrashed, but it was barely able to compete with Sven in the new form that made him exponentially stronger. Keeping his eyes locked on his prey, calm as the cycle of life itself, he drove his claws into the Godling’s chest and tore it in half.

A feral growl ripped from his throat as he killed the Godling.

Despite who he was facing against Gods, he doesn’t seem to shift from his normal behavior.

His heart of a werewolf never wavered.

Just Sven alone managed to occupy one-third of the Godlings’ attention.

"Adhara... You managed to stall him and Laykard?" Evelyn asked with a gasp.

"Don’t put too much credit on me," She smiled acutely. "I think he’s holding back a lot against me."

Sven wasn’t this strong when she was fighting him.

It was clear that Sven doesn’t view her as an enemy since had he done so, Adhara wouldn’t be alive by now.

Aoouuu—!

Both of them turned to the other unoccupied sides and saw that the remaining Godlings were making their moves. They charged. A jog at first, then dropped low as they broke into a full gallop straight at where Evelyn and the others were.

Kaiser willed blood and death, and they are going to deliver.

"Blood for the Blood Garland!!"

A loud cheer cuts through the air, stabbing a chill down the hearts.

Facing the southeast are Laykard and Mavok, and facing the southwest are Valkis and Fenrik.

Behind them, the Alpha Primes followed as the werewolves howled and growled. Even though some of them were enemies until recently, they stood shoulder to shoulder in unity to dig out a hole that would help them protect the important heads.

Even if it costs them their lives.

Adhara and Gistella exchanged a nod.

Both of them are going to be the ones to lead the resistance against the incoming Godlings.

Until Rex returns, they must keep resisting.

Adhara went with Valkis and Fenrik, while Gistella went to Laykard and Mavok to create chemistry.

Princess Selene would be the central leader, fending the Godlings that managed to slip through—with only Evelyn right behind her. She’s the one charged to protect the heart of this army. As long as Evelyn is alive, the morale will remain alive.

"Sintra!"

Miriam floated skyward.

Her entire body shimmered with a sparkling silvery sheen.

Even her eyes had transformed—glowing pearls like twin full moons. A Shama often decided the make-or-break of battles—like this. And with two Shamans on their side, they would never let the army face the Godlings at a disadvantage.

’Here goes nothing...’

Sintra pointed a finger at the scary Blood Moon above.

Her fingertip glowed with a silver translucent sphere, and she used it to draw the full moon on her own forehead. It hummed for a second before becoming whole. Then, she pointed her hands and shot every ounce of her energy towards Miriam.

Swish—!

"Rrrghk!"

A grunt escaped Miriam’s lips as energy overcharged her from within.

It felt like her body was on the brink of exploding.

But Miriam was too skilled and too experienced to be overwhelmed. She channeled the gathered energy into her arms and mind in a single, practiced motion—then plummeted downward, both hands slamming into the earth. "Twin War Spell: Sacred Hunting Ground of Kings!"

SWOOSH—!

Silvery light erupted from Miriam’s palms and consumed the valley in an instant.

Its blinding light drowned the space for a few seconds for all.

Once it cleared, the ground beneath their feet had turned to glass, translucent and gleaming, overlooking countless veins of silver energy that pulsed below the surface. Then, the energy seeped upward like a mist, drawn to the werewolves that were standing frozen in surprise.

One by one, the energy fixed on a target—climbing legs, coiling around torsos, and then finally settled on their foreheads.

Even the weakest Delta among them wasn’t left behind by this as the light carved its mark into his skin.

A Full Moon. Bright silver. Nearly identical to a King Mark.

And like possessing a King Mark, their auras swelled. Power flooded their limbs that had never known it. Sintra’s blessing poured through every wolf, from the lowest rank to the highest.

Even those who aren’t werewolves were empowered by this War Spell.

Adhara stared at the new power inside her and shook her head in disbelief, "Such a strong spell."

But the War Spell doesn’t stop there.

From each mark came the link.

It hit them all at once—a presence at the back of every mind and a rhythm that pulsed behind every rib. A magical, psychic link connected them with one another. Thousands of hearts began beating—as one. Thousands of minds processed information like a hive mind. Thousands of senses can be felt all at the same time.

A mass unification.

Now, all of them have a united will.

Now, all of them have one purpose.

Protect the Silverstars.

And with the feral intent in their minds and a bloodthirsty growl in their throats, the army charged.

Miriam staggered backward as the ground underneath her trembled with the footsteps of thousands. She is also dizzy now, unable to catch her center of gravity. But as her body tilted backward and was about to fall, someone caught her from behind.

It was Princess Selene.

"You’ve always been the reason for many battles our race won," She praised with a smile.

Miriam returned the smile, but it was weak. She exhausted everything in casting that war spell, "I hope today is going to be one of those battles."

Behind, Evelyn also patted Sintra’s shoulder.

Just like Miriam, she was also exhausted of energy, and was even panting heavily right now.

"Good work,"

"It’s still not enough. If only I knew this would happen, I would’ve..."

"Don’t fret about something that can never happen. Nobody knew we were going to be facing Gods and their Godlings like this. Rest and replenish your energy," Evelyn slowly looked skyward, directly at the two divine beings watching the battle from above.

She made eye contact with Meloriana, who was looking at her with an amused smile.

Kaiser also turned to look at her, but there were no emotions on his face.

Only the face of a cold monolith that would never waver, no matter what happened.

"I can already tell that we’re going to need your power again," Evelyn added—feeling tight inside her chest at the possibilities ahead. "I doubt those two are going to stop at this."