The Invincible Full-Moon System

Chapter 1782: Anticipating All Preparations

“Leave us…” Evelyn instructed.

In an orderly manner, the soldiers went back to their legions.

Adhara approached with slow steps once she let go of the Elf and gestured for her to go back, too.

“I thought the plan was for me to occupy Sven while you take over the kingdom,” She said—stopping a few steps away from Evelyn. “Considering their forces, it shouldn’t take that hard, but something has to happen to Kyran…”

“I wasn’t expecting that, too,” Evelyn massaged her temple.

A visit from Vivian, Gelmar, and Iris came out of nowhere.

Not to mention, the news that they brought was also even more bizarre.

Evelyn wouldn’t be able to begin to guess that someone disturbed Naela again.

“Naela got visited in her bedroom by a Human pretending to be an Angel,” Evelyn sighed—needing to focus on two fronts like this is extremely hard to do. “He wanted to make the empire directly involved in the battle against the Angels. Kyran got a wind of it, even though he’s within enemy territory, so I had to even save him.”

“An Angel wounded Naela,” Adhara frowned. “And now an Angel pretend visited her?”

“Yes, I know what you’re thinking. It could be the same person,” Evelyn nodded. “It should be the same person.”

Considering both attacks were done by a random Angel, chances are those two instances were done by the exact same person, Richard. But the question was the reason why he came back to attack Naela for the second time.

Even going as far as to brand her, it was completely out of the ordinary.

“He might come for the second time since Kyran isn’t reacting as much as he intended,” Adhara added.

“Hmm?” Evelyn’s brows dipped into a frown. “Doesn’t that mean he’s watching Kyran?”

That realization was worrying.

It seemed there would be a need for more defensive updates within Dargena City, and to do that, Rex would need to be involved. Most defensive mechanisms were focused on external attacks; none were tailored for an internal attack.

Of course, that’s mainly because Dargena City’s location is secured.

No enemies could enter that easily.

However, with this problem, the time for that to change has arrived.

“Anyway, what’s the situation with Sven?”

“No need to worry about him. I’ve dealt with him.”

“Dealt him?”

Evelyn looked at Adhara in surprise, expecting that someone she managed to defeat Sven.

But that wasn’t entirely the case.

“No, not like that,” Adhara cackled as that would be simply impossible for her to do, since Sven is far stronger than any werewolf. Only Rex could be a match. “I forced him to fight two Order Beasts. It’ll take time for him to win that.”

It came to her out of nowhere.

Since the area she was in was far from civilization, with Sven fully immersing in the thrill of the hunt— thanks to the abundance of strong mutated animals, the area was filled with powerful foes. Adhara only needed to lure him to those foes’ nests.

Let monsters battle one another.

“Judging from how he fights, more Order Beasts would appear, I bet,” Adhara shrugged. “In any case, we shouldn’t need to worry about him.”

“Good,” Evelyn exhaled lightly in relief. “That’s really good.”

Boom—!

Roar!

Just as she said that, explosions and roars resounded.

It came from the canyon below.

Evelyn and Adhara watched as a collision of energies sparked from within the dense pallid blue mist.

“What’s going on down there?” Adhara placed a hand over her brows and squinted—trying to see through the thick mist, but couldn’t. “Now that I look at it, where are we, anyway? Is it another city to conquer before the main course?”

“This IS the main course,” Evelyn replied and pointed at where the castle ahead—that was about half a mile away. “Princess Selene is somewhere in there, along with his trusted Alpha Primes. If we won this, we won the kingdom.”

“Oh…” Adhara stared at the castle. “Then why not leap instantly to that castle?”

Even though the air was now denser due to the elevated energy in the air, half a mile is still more than plausible. One leap is more than enough to reach the castle, and doing that would also catch Princess Selene off guard.

“Don’t be reckless,” Evelyn turned around. “Let’s wait for them to finish.”

“Alright,” Adhara shrugged. “It doesn’t matter to me either way.”

…

Inside the cathedral.

Rumble—!

Kuruk entered the cathedral and instantly met Princess Selene’s gaze.

Just like when he left her earlier to prepare for the invasion, she was still sitting there completely still, which was quite unnerving to see. It was especially so since her King Mark kept on being active, almost like she couldn’t turn it off.

She also sat directly on the spot where the moonlight managed to reach from the window.

“Doesn’t the moonlight feel good tonight, Kuruk?” She asked.

“Ekhm…” Kuruk cleared his throat—and closed the door behind him. “Yes, Your Highness. It’s a good night for a war.”

He approached with careful steps and knelt down about ten meters away.

“I’m here to inform you the battle is starting,” He continued as the roars and explosions resounded in the distance. “Not the main army. I believe the empress is still probing us and sees what we’ve prepared for her.”

“Then everything is fine,” Princess Selene smiled. “Gather the forces. Let’s prepare a warm welcome.”

“As you wish…” Kuruk bowed deeper and turned to leave.

…

One or maybe one and a half days until the Blood Moon arrives, that’s what Sintra said.

It was a prediction by an ancient Shaman, so it must be accurate.

That’s more than enough time for the Great Army to rend the Verrathen Canyon to dust.

Achieving a win here would mean that Rex could rest safely under the Blood Moon.

Naturally, the Blood Moon was his birth moon, so the effect he suffered from it would be more intense.

He would most certainly appreciate one day of relaxing with no worry.

Aaoouuu!

It was the signal from Fenrik.

Evelyn looked to the left outer rim of the canyon, which was where the howl came from.

Compared to the treacherous path the Great Army had taken to reach the canyon, the outer rim appeared smoother. No massive cracks on the ground, or extremely dense forest. Yet its surface was deceptively uneven, veined with hidden gaps and fractures invisible from Evelyn’s vantage point.

Nor could she see Fenrik—the view was blocked entirely by the sloping ground and rocks.

“Fenrik found enemies?” Evelyn muttered.

Aooouu!

Another howl resounded; this time, it came from the complete opposite rim from Fenrik.

It seemed Fenrik was correct to check the outer rim of the canyon.

Evelyn turned to Gistella and Mavok, giving them a nod.

Both led a few thousand-strong legion and went to where the distress howls came from.

Since Adhara was present, Evelyn could afford to send Mavok and Gistella to deal with the enemies on the outer rim. “Werewolves are naturally ambush predators,” She muttered—glad that she asked for the opinion of others. “Princess Selene is going to lose today.”

“You sure that many is fine?” Adhara asked. “I could hear their breaths, and I put their number around two thousand.”

“It’s fine,” Evelyn answered nonchalantly. “Our soldiers’ morale is high.”

Just as expected, the battle on the outer rim didn’t last more than fifteen minutes.

Gistella and Fenrik annihilated their side first before Mavok’s side followed only a few minutes later.

It took another ten minutes for the Elves to place the wards.

Once Fenrik’s moves were made, an Elven warrior handed Evelyn a large leather parchment. It was a ward map of the canyon, marked with twelve active sigils. Each one pulsed—with a rhythmic energy on the page like a living radar display on leather.

“If there are hostile enemies, the ward will turn from green to red,” the Elven Warrior explained.

“Simple enough,” Evelyn lowered the parchment and gazed ahead.

Valkis’ side was also going smoothly.

Even though the scouts were annihilated save for the strong group sneaking through the dry riverbed, he had managed to pinpoint the rough location of the hidden packs across the path to the city, ones that the Great Army would certainly cross.

And more importantly, he also managed to capture one that was a notable Alpha.

Just his power at the early ninth-rank realm alone showed that he was one of the bigshots.

Evelyn looked down at this Alpha, her gaze neutral—a calm that felt like blatant contempt in his eyes. “Tell me,” she began; her voice honeyed with the subtle persuasion of her Luna energy. “Are there any talks of surrender? Does the princess truly believe she can win this?”

“Kill me,” the Alpha cackled sinisterly. “There’s nothing you can do to make me talk.”

“You…” Evelyn’s voice dragged, but there was no change in her gaze. “You’re sorely going to regret— saying that.”

She didn’t doubt the Alpha’s determination.

For a werewolf with immense regeneration, pain was less an ordeal and more a familiar sensation.

A lingering flavor they’d long grown accustomed to.

Any race gifted with a strong regeneration ability knew this truth intimately: regenerations’ essence was a transaction, trading immediate agony for swift recovery. But the Alpha was directing his full bravado toward the wrong audience, and he would learn that distinction the hard way.

“Adhara…” Evelyn turned her head to the side, calling for the bane of werewolves.

Hearing the name, the Alpha raised a brow and shifted his body to the side.

He wanted to know who would be foolish enough to try intimidating him with something as meaningless as pain.

“You shouldn’t have said that,” Valkis chuckled sinisterly from behind, laughing at the strong front the Alpha was showing them. “If I were you, I’d retract what I say and answer the empress’ questions. That is a far better deal than what’s about to happen.”

“What?” the Alpha looked at Valkis in confusion.

Someone like Valkis should know that any pain is beneath a werewolf like him.

Pain was a constant in a werewolf’s life—a battle about turf, a brawl from a simple misunderstanding, or even a battle for a Luna—most end up bloody and even near-death. It’s a familiar companion. From those experiences alone, he was certain that he could endure anything.

It was especially so with Princess Selene at stake.

Even if Evelyn skinned him alive, not a single word of betrayal would leave his lips.

Just then, a woman appeared.

Her frame was riddled with scratches, and her eyes were steadily sharp, the opposite of Evelyn’s.

“Are you still trying to show them mercy?” Adhara asked, sighing deeply. “I am not against giving someone a choice, but we’re dealing with the head of the opposing side here. Better for us to annihilate them so nothing like this would occur again.”

“Even so, I still want to try,” Evelyn closed her eyes. “It lessened the guilt.”

Since that was the case, Adhara had no other choice.

She approached the Alpha and stopped right before him.

“One last warning,” She said, bending forward to stare directly into the Alpha’s eyes. “Answer all of her questions, or I’ll force you to answer.”

“In your dreams!” the Alpha cackled maniacally. “You’re wasting your time! Just kill me!”

Adhara shook her head and raised a single finger.

Before the alpha’s eyes, a pristine white energy began to glow at her fingertip.

It was slight, but the mere sensation coming from it caused the Alpha’s eyes to widen in realization.

“W-White Omicron…?” He swallowed harshly. “You’re an Anti-Werewolf?!”

“What’s with the face? Where is the confidence you had earlier?” Adhara smiled cheekily as she placed her fingertip against the Alpha’s forehead.

Naturally, the Alpha struggled to run, but Valkis kept him in place.

“Don’t back out now—I’ve already given you a chance to do that earlier. For now…” Adhara shot her energy into the Alpha’s forehead. “Grit your teeth and take it like a real man.”

“RAARGGHKK—!”