The Invincible Full-Moon System

Chapter 1051  Brutal Final Resistance

'I already tear his muscles, broke his bones, did an extreme level of damage to his internal organs, and yet he... he can still move?! His wounds are not healing, but he can still move?!'

'Impossible!!

Roarr!!

He had already made sure that Kyran wasn't going to disturb him anymore, the condition he was in was simply too much for anyone to stand much less keep on fighting. But beating the odds, Kyran stands in his way once more.

Nothing about Kyran seemed to be fine.

One look is enough to tell that Kyran was like a walking corpse.

Blood and fresh wounds adorned his entire body from head to toe, his condition was brutal.

Even some pieces of his flesh dangle, adding to his grotesque form.

Anyone who sustained the level of damage Kyran suffered would find themselves unable to keep their consciousness. Not even those who have special regenerative abilities would be able to do what Kyran did.

Dorlus being surprised is completely justified as this was a very unnatural sight.

Glancing over his shoulder, another surprise greeted him.

Despite choking in her own blood, Adhara was pointing her hand toward Dorlus, displaying that she was the one who did the initial attack. Since she couldn't move, she controlled the violet serpent to do a tailwhip at Dorlus right after Flamy's explosion.

It was thanks to Kyran that she was able to vaguely recover slightly.

But even then, her fate remained uncertain.

Although it was true that the infused spear was not impaling her stomach again, there was still Yule Moon's energy leftover circulating inside her body. It was still tampering with her regenerative ability, weakening it severely. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Due to that, her fate was still uncertain.

It was either her regeneration ability to prevail first, or she succumbed to her wounds first.

Realizing that Flunra was slipping, struggling to maintain his balance on the platform, Kyran acted swiftly and summoned an icicle to support him to stand. But, in the same instant, he saw Dorlus destroy the icicle piercing him into a million shards.

He was definitely hurt by this attack.

Dorlus let down his guard and suffered for it greatly, leaving him in this vulnerable state.

However, compared to the others, he was still way better.

Knowing that it was not the time to play around, as he might actually lose, Dorlus conjured another spear and with a swinging gesture, shot the spear towards Adhara. He intends to take out each one of them for good.

Anticipating this kind of attack, Kyran summoned a wall of ice, parrying the spear perfectly.

Clang!

Clashing with the wall of ice, the spear spun in the air before stabbing the floor.

Subsequently, Kyran chuckled scornfully, revealing blood-stained, sharp teeth.

"Weapons, really...? I thought ancient-era Werewolves loathes the use of such tools, relying solely on their claws, and deeming any Werewolves who wield weapons as no more than a bitch. Now, seems like I found one of the bitches of the ancient era" He mocked.

Upon hearing this, Dorlus grinds his teeth in anger and lets out a thunderous roar.

He couldn't believe that he was being mocked right now.

"What do you know about the ancient era?! I'll kill you!!"

Swoosh!

In a fit of rampage, he sprinted towards Kyran on all fours with bloodshot in his eyes.

Having successfully redirected Dorlus' attention, Kyran extended his hand, conjuring a dozen thick and razor-sharp icicles that shot forth. Masterfully manipulating each one, he aimed to halt Dorlus in his tracks.

With time on his side, all he needs to do is to stall a little bit more.

Crash!

Boom!

Crash!

Dorlus, ignoring the pain across his body parried and blocked the icicles with his claws.

Now, his insane reflex and battle prowess were on full display.

Each swing of his claws was too fast for the eyes can see, and was able to shatter one or two incoming icicles. He danced with the help of his vast experience, perfectly protecting himself from the icicles while still pressing onward, closing the distance between him and Kyran.

But in the midst of this fight, he briefly checked his abdomen.

'Hmm...? It's not healing?' Dorlus realized that the hole in his stomach was not healing.

Just as he thought, Kyran's mutation was based on the Yule Moon.

Glaring at Kyran who was standing in place while using his hand to control the sharp icicles, Dorlus frowned as he came to an understanding, 'His birth moon is the Yule Moon, so that is why he's resistant to the Yule Moon's weakening effect from my Herald Mark. Such a person shouldn't exist, he needs to die!'

Stab!

Occupied by the thoughts in his mind, Dorlus made a wrong step back.

His left foot was stabbed, forcing a groan out of his mouth as he was pinned in place.

In the next moment, time slowed down as five icicles headed his way.

Crash!

Kyran's eyes flickered with anticipation as five more icicles struck Dorlus, creating a strong blast that shattered the ground beneath him. His exhausted eyes glisten with a bluish hue, showcasing his excitement at the possibility that this might actually end Dorlus.

Debris was shot like bullets around the place as Dorlus was shrouded in smoke.

Peering into the ceasing smoke, Kyran squinted his eyes.

But like a flash before being struck by a lightning strike, time slowed down, and his eyes flared open at the sight of Dorlus, cloaked with the Yule Moon's kingly energy—heading towards him with extreme speed.

Swoosh!

Coming out of his claws were beams that Kyran managed to barely dodge by a hair's length.

All of the icicles that supported him shattered and he fell to the floor.

Not being given even a moment to recover, Kyran witnessed Dorlus, his body riddled with gruesome holes, leaping into the air and descending with full force. His claws became a blur as he swung down, striking Kyran's position.

Crash!

"RAARGGH!!" Kyran shouted in excruciating pain.

He tried to dodge the attack, but he was too late to react and got one of his legs cut off.

With fearsome determination, Dorlus followed with a finishing attack.

Just as he did that, however, a violent gush of cold wind infiltrated the entire place suddenly.

Sensing the encroaching chill in the air and the climbing presence of Ice and Snow moonlight energy within the temple, Dorlus lifted his gaze in panic. He saw the tiara glowed intensely, it signifies that it had entered the completion phase.

If he didn't stop the process now, the princess would wake up.

Discarding everything else, Dorlus tried to quickly make his way to the platform.

Even then, he didn't forget to stomp Kyran on the head, cracking his skull and also the floor.

But, out of nowhere, Flamy came again.

Hiding all this time for another opportune moment, it intended to blast Dorlus away again.

"Annoying little pest, get out of my way!", Dorlus roared.

Unlike its attempt earlier, Dorlus was on alert and quickly swatted Flamy away.

Slap!

Flamy's miniature form was violently thrown, producing a disconcerting squelch as it collided with the wall before collapsing to the ground. Judging from its deflated form, half its original size, it was definitely injured greatly.

Clicking his tongue in displeasure, Dorlus continued onward.

Fate, it seemed, had a perverse sense of timing, throwing another obstacle in his path.

It was as if Lady Luck was not on his side.

Looking down, he saw Kyran, who was already breathing weakly grab ahold of Dorlus' ankle with a massive grin on his face. He cast Dorlus a look that seemed to say, 'I told you that you will not get past me until you kill me'

Vomiting out blood, Dorlus grits his teeth and intends to crush Kyran's head and kill him.

But before he could do that, his body was pushed from the back.

Boom!!!

Desperately trying to resist the blast, Dorlus turned to look at his back before he went pale.

He was too late.

Out of fear that Flunra might get away again like he always did in the past, Dorlus left him to commence the awakening process so that he wouldn't get anywhere. Moreover, Dorlus also underestimated the Silverstar Pack and decided to torture Flunra.

It was a grave mistake for him to do that.

Now, everything has gone south, and he could only watch in cold feet

'No, this can't be happening... If it were only a matter of the Prince, I can definitely seek his mercy. But this involves the Yule Moon Lunirich God... there's no room for mercy if I fail! Th- This is not happening!' Dorlus screamed silently within the confines of his mind.

A cold shiver ran down his spine at the prospect of his fate.

Everything would come crashing down for him if he couldn't fix his very grave mistake.

However, he was too late, he couldn't think of anything right now.

Kyran looked up before his pupils dilated.

Standing on top of the platform was a mature woman with a pure essence of coldness.

She was the Ice and Snow Princess.

Upon awakening from her slumber, her skin that was covered in cold ice shattered, exposing her actual skin as fair as a snowflake. She was draped in a baby blue gown that mirrored the tranquil hues of a winter sky.

Her gaze, as cold as ice, pierced the air, revealing an ancient wisdom.

Moreover, her Ice and Snow moonlight energy was so dense that it materialized into the form of snowflakes, conjured with magical prowess that cascaded around her, adorning her regal form. Each delicate piece danced in harmonious obedience, a testament to her control over the frost-kissed elements.

Also, her aura was potent and mature like a relentless snowstorm.

It was clear that she was the one who inherited the power of the Ice and Snow Moon.

A champion who was chosen by Iseldra herself, a Demi-God.

Looking at the sight of her awakening, Kyran chuckled maniacally on the back.

Even Flunra was doing the same thing, savoring the dread and fear that was palpable to see on Dorlus' face. He was scared shitless at the sight of the Ice and Snow Princess. Not due to her power, but because of what awaits him back home.

Blinking her eyes a couple of times, the princess tries to adjust to the surroundings.

After a couple of seconds, her cold gaze swept the entire place.

Her crystal blue eyes eventually settled on Dorlus, who was looking at her with extreme fear.

"What transpires here...?"

An eloquent voice could be heard as the princess opens her mouth.

Even though she was quick to realize that she had been awakened, she didn't expect to see bloodied Werewolves and Humans at the first stroke of her awakening. But it was then that she paused before her eyes flickered with clarity.

Now, her gaze towards Dorlus turned from questioning to sharp.

It seemed she now knows about the situation, possibly through Iseldra explaining it to her.

Grit!

Swoosh!

Dorlus channeled every ounce of his kingly energy throughout his entire body and made a quick dash straight at the princess. His eyes were burning with desperation, wanting to fix the situation and avoid a brutal fate.

"I have the Yule Moon's power! Even a princess is not a match for me!!" Dorlus shouted.

Making use of the Yule Moon's power, he went in for a strike.

As she observed the approaching Dorlus, a guardian renowned for his strength in the ancient era, the princess readies herself to retaliate. She might be rusty from being trapped in years of slumber, but she was not to be underestimated.

However, before she could make a move, her attention was pulled elsewhere.

Dorlus also saw her suddenly glancing skywards.

Since he was attacking her, this glance seemed a bit odd, but he didn't care and continued.

Responding to his burst of energy, that climbed higher and higher, reaching the boiling point, the white sphere in the sky shot a suppression force towards him. But even then, Dorlus grits his teeth and perseveres.

'Even if I will be scorched by the White Eye, I will not stop!' Dorlus exclaimed inwardly.

His eyes were fixed on the princess' tiara.

"RAARGGHH!!"

Crash!

CLANG!!

With a vicious swipe of his enchanted claws, he made a last-ditched effort to fix his mistake.

But his effort was rendered futile.

Someone came crashing from above and landed in front of the princess and blocked Dorlus' attack with relative ease, and the sight of this person struck fear in Dorlus' heart. More than his fear over his brutal fate.

"R- Royal... Black... Prince...?"