The Invincible Full-Moon System

Chapter 1286 Confronting the Yule Moon's God

Despite the situation back in Dargena City, Rex was dealing with a larger problem right now.

He approached the downtrodden prince with the intention of ending it all.

Rex had already gained three things from this endeavor and he was satisfied with the result.

Albeit still having things to do here, there was no need to keep Prince Leif around.

But as soon as he took a step forward, his senses forced him to stop.

In a squint, he focused on Prince Leif who was facing down to the ground, and realized that his tantrum ended suddenly. He could see the moonlight through his keen eyes—and kingly energy Prince Leif emanated dispersed.

Following that was an ineffable sensation that assaulted Rex's senses.

Something about Prince Leif changed.

Even the bleak energy that he emanated, signing that he was scared, vanished completely.

Nobody could erase their fear that fast, especially when the threat was still around.

It was odd, almost as if Prince Leif became a different person.

And as it turns out, he was a different person.

Rex's eyes widened when he made eye contact with Prince Leif, whose eyes had now turned into orbs of moonlight, and unconsciously, his body moved on its own and forced him to take a step back.

A move that made him raise an eyebrow at himself, his body had never done this before.

But his senses noticed danger, and they were responding strongly to it.

Upon reading the notifications, Rex frowned as his prediction came true.

Just then, Prince Leif, or rather—the entity taking control of Prince Leif's body squinted.

"Humble yourself beneath a God, mortal..." He uttered, his voice was astral and commanding.

Not only was his voice filled with an overwhelming sense of authority and pride—but it also contained immense power and through words alone, Rex was forced to revert to his human form and drop to his knees.

He wasn't able to resist this force at all.

Brak!

Seeing such a sight from a distance, the Silverstar Pack couldn't help but frown.

It was unnatural and wrong to see Rex fall to his knees like that.

However, they couldn't shake the weird sense of reverence that they were feeling right now.

A feeling that came from Prince Leif, it was as if the very essence of the world shifted out of nowhere, compelling them to acknowledge the divine presence, demanding submission that none could deny.

Similar to them, the legion of Werewolves also felt the same exact sensation.

Catching a glimpse of the King Mark on Prince Leif's forehead, devoid of energy like a hollow symbol but brilliantly glowing nonetheless, the Werewolves came into a united realization, as one by one they started to get on their knees.

A minute ago, a vicious fight was ongoing but now, that chaos suddenly stopped.

Holding the defeated Riona by the nape, Adhara raised an eyebrow.

She wanted to head over to Rex to see what was going on but that was out of the window as a massive invisible force, struck down from above, and planted her into the earth, forcing her to prostate.

Gritting her teeth, she tried to fight back but was unable to move a muscle.

Adhara also saw the same thing happen to Kyran.

Realizing that something was not right, she glanced over to Rex with only her eyes.

Her eyes glistened and when she discerned the color of Rex's emotional aura, she stopped.

"Cunning, as expected," He suddenly nodded.

Rex's eyes widened when he heard this, slightly pale, "Y- You could read my mind?"

"I'm a God, I could do many things far beyond your puny mind," Prince Leif replied.

Caught off guard by the intrusion into his mind, Rex gritted his teeth, struggling to resist. He had assumed Prince Leif's silence was a sign of inner turmoil, provoked by his taunts. But no—it was because Prince Leif had been reading his thoughts all along!

Having his mind exposed was a great weakness.

Naturally, Rex knew that this might be the end of where everything was playing as expected.

Just as his struggle intensified, Prince Leif approached—and leaned his face closer, his eyes gleaming with divinity, "You might know that Gods could not do as they pleased, because of the natural order of the world but that doesn't mean I couldn't kill you.

Mortals have absolute control over the mortal realm, protected by the law of the word, but that doesn't mean I only need to bring you out of this realm?"

Realizing what was going to happen, Rex's eyes instantly glistened.

He tried activating the Latch of Chains skill, locking the dimension around him.

But that had no effect as the skill was instantly shattered.

Is it because I'm facing a God? His presence alone could cancel my skill!

Grabbing Rex by the head forcefully—for once, Prince Leif possessed by the Lunirch God of the Yule Moon, smiled. It was not a pleasant smile, a horrifying one—the edges of his mouth were stretching far, "Scoundrel mortal, let us see you be arrogant in my realm..."

Swoosh!!

Out of nowhere, an invisible energy surged through Prince Leif's arm.

It slipped past Rex's defenses easily and infiltrated his mind.

Rex, who had always prided himself on his invincibility and quick thinking, was powerless.

Almost instantly his eyes widened in shock, as they began to glow with the radiant light—of the Yule Moon. Before Rex could react, the foreign energy, overwhelmed him, rendering him helpless.

His mind was overrun, and in the next instant, he felt a horrifying sensation.

Rex's soul was forcibly pulled from his body, leaving it an empty, lifeless shell.

In a blink, he found himself in a soul form, floating in an eerie void behind his fleshy body.

Soon, the battlefield disappeared, and was replaced by an all-encompassing darkness. Time lost its meaning here, and when he finally regained consciousness, he pushed himself up, he was assaulted by pain in the head.

"Where am I...?" He whispered inwardly.

The Bloodstone Crater was gone, he was in another realm entirely.

He now stood in the midst of a barren desert, an endless expanse of desolation.

It was extremely eerie here, the wind was howling, carrying with it the anguished whispers of ghastly entities. Everything was tinted in a pale blue hue, from the sky to the ground beneath his feet.

As Rex looked around, he noticed the ground wasn't merely sand.

Upon closer inspection, he could see the countless particles containing something within.

A swaying smoke that he soon recognized.

A grim realization dawned upon him, this was no ordinary desert, each grain of sand held a soul, perhaps the spirits of Werewolves, who had perished under the Yule Moon's curse, or others like him who had dared to defy it.

"I'm in his realm... so this is the Yule Moon's realm" Rex muttered.

He was now standing in a celestial graveyard, a desert of unending anguish and despair.

For better or worse—he had gained what he wanted, forcing the Yule Moon to do something but being brought to its realm was another thing entirely. Rex was alone—surrounded by the ghosts of those who had fallen before him.

Perhaps, he might also join them, defeated and trapped here for eternity.