The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1271 Outclassed by the Strongest

"So, what are you going to do now, my love?"

Monts earlier when the phenonon resided, Calidora stepped out from the shelter—and went over to Rex. He was drawing sothing on the ground with a twig, carving through the snow with a purpose in mind.

It was a formation, a teleportation formation in fact.

"Making a teleportation formation, shouldn't you know this?" Rex muttered undeterred.

Unlike the normal or advanced version of the teleportation formation, this one was way more sophisticated to the point that Calidora couldn't understand so of the strokes as it did not look natural at all.

'I've seen formations drawn by the royal formation master, but this one, it looks surreal...'

Calidora inspected the formation with a puzzled look.

She believed Flunra was the best in terms of runes but seems like she was wrong.

"Is there anything that you can't do?" She asked, shaking her head.

Rex chuckled lightly at this comnt, "As long as I want to, I can do anything"

Having the System in his belt, there was practically nothing that he couldn't do in this world.

"Where do you want to go?" Calidora asked curiously, raising an eyebrow.

Since Rex was creating a teleportation formation, he was surely trying to go sowhere and she wanted to know. If possible, she wanted to co though she could feel that it would not be possible.

Not stopping to finish the formation, Rex replied, "It's not for but I'm going sowhere"

"The Bloodstone Crater, that's where I'm going," He added truthfully.

Upon hearing this, however—Calidora's brows dipped into a frown. She knew of that place, a sacred ground, one of the most important places of the Werewolves, "Going to that place, as a hostile entity is a declaration of war, the Werewolves wouldn't remain silent"

Rex smirked when he heard this as he continued what he was doing.

He gave no answer to Calidora, but that was answer enough.

"Don't tell ... is that what you wanted?" Calidora asked, surprised by this decision.

Considering that Rex has been taking extrely cautious and calculative moves against all of his opponents, this decision, was quite shocking, it was uncharacteristic of him. Calidora was thinking that Rex would focus on securing the others who were dueling right now.

But as opposed to doing that, he was focusing on making a declaration of war instead.

He was using the others in the duel as a diversion.

"Shapeshifters, Demons, Werewolves, Undead, Vampires, and now Angels..." Rex uttered, his voice—dripping with murderous intent. "I have been too lenient on them. I was fixed, within a trap of creating a safe haven—forgetting that so, would always stand against . But that is going to stop now..."

"I was being defensive when I shouldn't have" He added and stood up once again. Explore stories on empire

Rex had already finished the formation, it humd vibrantly as a result.

Turning to look at Calidora intensely, his smirk broadened, "I am the only one in history who was able to take down the Fifthborn, and that alone showed I'm currently the strongest. So, why in the heck should I stay defensive?"

Upon saying that, a big armored mutated animal, crackling with lightning landed behind him.

Delta was sizzling with power as she lowered her head, allowing Rex to mount her.

At that mont, Calidora was at a loss for words.

She couldn't find any answer to Rex's reasoning.

'Sothing must've changed his mind. If I had to guess—the Storm Prince, has sothing to do with Rex being like this. He was too eager to die and now death is coming,' She shook her head, pitying the Storm Prince as his fate was sealed.

Just as Rex was about to climb and mount Delta, Calidora grabbed his hand, stopping her.

Rex glanced over his shoulder—fully anticipating that Calidora was going to try and stop him as an all-out war against the Scarlet Banes Kingdom, would be a declaration of war to all the high-rank Supernatural races.

It would be extrely dangerous, but his decision was already firm.

He was not going to waste this mont.

Especially not when the reward of achieving this is too good to pass up.

Contrary to his expectations, Calidora's red eyes glead as she smiled, revealing her small fangs, "I can see that you are firm with this decision, and I foretold your absolute victory. But I have a small favor to ask if you're willing to listen to "

Not expecting this, Rex nudged his chin, allowing her to tell what she wanted.

Seeing this, Calidora's smile broadened deviously.

"If you're going to make war, with the Werewolves—can you bring back a massive pool of their blood as a souvenir for ? I've never bathed in such luxury before," She asked, voicing her vampiric desires. "It's good for my skin"

Upon hearing this, Rex was stunned for a few solid seconds.

But that quickly changed into a brutal smirk as he patted Calidora's head, "I'll bring it for you"

"Much more than that, if I succeed, I'll even bathe with you" He added.

Calidora's eyes sparkled at the suggestion, a finger playing on her lips, "That sounds lovely"

...

Prince Aaric's heart thundered in his chest as the realization struck him.

For so reason, the Royal Black Prince was making his way toward the Bloodstone Crater.

Even though Prince Alaric couldn't discern the Royal Black Prince's exact intentions, he was certain that Prince Leif's sche to eliminate the false Werewolf, had been discovered. Due to that, the duel was nothing but a ruse, a decoy to distract them from the real danger.

Despite seeing the Dancing Stripe Pack was winning, the excitent didn't last long.

Surely, if the Royal Black Prince was moving like this, the Silverstar Pack was secured.

Sohow, all of them are not going to die in this pack duel.

In a panic, Prince Alaric glanced back at the oblivious Princess Selene and Prince Leif.

Both were unaware of the peril that was unfolding.

Only he, with the help of his Moon Ability, could trace the Royal Black Prince's movent.

No aura, scent, or even a trace of presence escaped from the Royal Black Prince but the Ice and Snow energy was unmistakable. Prince Alaric didn't know—if the Royal Black Prince had claid his third mark, which is why his Ice and Snow energy was still unconsolidated, but it hardly mattered now.

His only option right now was to try and stop the Royal Black Prince.

And there was no ti to alert the others.

Canceling the eye in the sky, Prince Alaric's eyes snapped open as he sat perched on a rock nearby. He flared his thick and regal demonic wings, growling as he activated his King Mark. His body surged with raw power, muscles bulging as his kingly energy coursed through him.

Driven by a fierce determination, Prince Alaric launched himself skyward.

He tore through the air with incredible speed, the sound barrier breaking in his wake easily.

Boom!!

Prince Alaric flew even faster, his eyes fixed on the jutting ice and snow energy that wasn't far ahead of him. But, despite his efforts, the Royal Black Prince was faster, and the sacred ground was becoming nearer and nearer.

It wouldn't take long before he reached the Bloodstone Crater.

Not to ntion, the guards guarding that sacred grounds were thin because of the duel.

Fearing that the pack duel would escalate into an all-out war, several pivotal cities near the duel grounds were stacked with armies of Werewolves in anticipation of things going south for the Scarlet Banes Kingdom.

Because of that, the defense of the Bloodstone Crater was crippled, minuscule at best.

Desperate, Prince Alaric stopped, and channeled his kingly energy into his hand—aiming it at the sprinting figure far ahead. He seed to struggle for a second as the energy that he was controlling was way beyond his normal limit.

"Moon Ability, Web of the Underworld!"

Swoosh!

Chanting an ancient incantation, he swung his fist downward with a ferocious force.

He unleashed a beam of demonic kingly energy that tore through the earth like a teor.

Even the ground quaked under the impact, and from the point of collision, a red web spread out in all directions—racing across the landscape for miles. The web ensnared everything in its path, including the Royal Black Prince, wrapping around him with an unyielding grip.

It wasn't rely a physical trap, it was also laced with powerful illusions.

Anyone who was touched by it would be weaved by dark illusions, making them believe they were still running free. Prince Alaric nodded firmly, seeing the Royal Black Prince, was halted in place, entangled within the threads of his trap.

Not giving any chance to breathe, Prince Alaric continued his offense relentlessly.

"Moon Ability, Dark Imprisonnt!"

Boom!

Prince Alaric was pushed back a little as a beam of darkness flew from the palm of his hand, flying straight to the Royal Black Prince. Upon contact—searing chains, forged in the fires of the underworld, erupted from the ground, seeking out any living being they could sense.

He could feel the chains grabbing sothing.

Following that, Prince Alaric twisted his hand, continuing the second phase of his attack.

Four dark portals materialized around the Royal Black Prince, grasping power from the very full moon itself—their swirling voids sealing any chance of escape. If the Royal Black Prince broke free, the portal would swallow him and return him to the previous position.

Looking at his successful attack, Prince Alaric's eyes glead with fierce determination.

He knew he was facing the strongest being of the current era.

Due to that, there was no room for hesitation.

Underestimating or pulling his attacks would result in his death, there was no doubt.

Swoosh!

Catching up to the trapped Royal Black Prince, kingly energy, began to coalesce around his dark steel claws, forming an ethereal void that rippled with raw power. Making a swift—and decisive slash, Alaric unleashed another ability of his.

"Moon Ability, Hybrid Claw!"

Swoosh!

All of his attacks were moon abilities, direct moon abilities nonetheless.

In a powerful descent, he slashed the Royal Black Prince alongside the mount he brought in a vicious vertical strike—an attack, that could tear the very fabric of reality. Blades of darkness that promised to rip apart anything in its path.

Prince Alaric raised his gaze, confident that even a being as strong as the Royal Black Prince would be hard-pressed to withstand an assault, that could mortally wound, even beings that were already in the tenth-rank realm.

His attack ignored the physical or spiritual fortitude of the victim.

Seeing a grueso wound that spanned from the Royal Black Prince's chest to his waist, the smirk on Prince Alairic's face, broadened, "You think you can spear through your way here...? You're arrogant that was the case, false Werewolf"

Even the mutated wolf underneath the Royal Black Prince seed to be dead.

Her neck was sliced open and her body was entangled by the web and chains.

Just then, Prince Alaric frowned when he saw the Royal Black Prince smirking at him.

It was only then that he realized sothing was wrong.

'Their wounds... they were not bleeding?' Prince Alaric pondered in confusion.

Despite the wound was evident and looked real, there was no blood seeping out, and it made the scene unnatural. Soon, the Royal Black Prince's eyes glead with a lunar light, his entire body slowly dissolved into moonlight, "I'll see you in the Bloodstone Crater, Prince Alaric..."

Swish...

A mont is all it takes for the Royal Black Prince and his mount to disappear.

Prince Alaric was shocked by this, "An illusion? It's so real I can't even tell the difference!"

"More importantly, how did he know my na...?" He muttered whisperingly.

Prince Alaric had never encountered the Royal Black Prince before, so hearing his na sent a shiver of unease through him—especially when it ca out of the Royal Black Prince's lips, it was extrely unsettling.

He slowly quelled his power, straightening his back as he gazed to the side.

Gazing in the Bloodstone Crater's direction.

Despite his best efforts to stop the Royal Black Prince, the bitter truth remained.

He was utterly outclassed by the strongest of the era.

"It's too late, he's already there..." He mused, sucking in a deep cold breath.