The Invincible Full-Moon System

Chapter 1929: Demigods in a Low-tier Realm

Under the still sky, the military compound thrummed with a pressure that ached in the teeth and made the air taste of iron. Every soldier from the Red Skull Elite Force assembled, which has not happened for decades.

It showed how important this assignment was.

Showed that there is no room for a mistake.

Against a force that was most certainly equal to them, there can be no hesitation.

The entire squadron was divided into two vast, symmetrical wings that stretched across the plain. Each wing was a tide of black and crimson, a silence so profound it was more terrible than any war cry. And between these two monoliths of military power, a single, smaller formation stood.

Rex, Davina, Lilliana, and the twenty soldiers behind them are in a formation of their own.

Despite knowing nothing about Rex, the simple fact that High Lord Rashal vouched for him was more than enough to make the soldiers accept him as their own. And the news that he and those he brought alongside him passed the two tests with flying colors solidified their positions as battle-brothers.

On the front line was a brutalist hymn to machinery.

Rows of obsidian-armoured vehicles marked with crimson symbols would lead the charge.

Not mere transports; they were mobile siege platforms, capable of erasing a city.

Behind them, the ground groaned under the weight of the second line. Here were the stronger soldiers and the massive, indomitable creatures lined up. Each one of them has an even stronger defensive power in comparison to the heavy military vehicles.

A force that was tasked to dominate the sky, razing everything underneath with the flames of death.

But it was the presence that blanketed the entire assembly that truly defined this squadron.

Demigods—over a thousand of them. They were not merely soldiers, but a constellation of calamities. A single Demigod in a lesser realm would be a cataclysm. A reason to rewrite history. A higher power that could shatter thrones and dictate the fate of billions.

Here, they were only soldiers. Disciplined and loyal to High Lord Rashal.

In most realms, this line-up wouldn’t be considered a military force, but a mythical army instead.

Even in the Mortal Realm or the Spirit Realm, this army would likely be unstoppable.

A fever dream from the end of time.

Before this impossible assembly, two soldiers at the very front guided two spheres skyward. Each one pulsed with a low, hungry hum. They were orbs of perfect, blinding white, and they greedily drank the energy around like a black hole.

Funnelling the energy into their cores and using it to swell in size.

As they grew bigger, the fabric of reality between them began to scream and tear.

And soon enough, two massive gateways began to manifest. Portals with crackling edges. And through their swirling surfaces, a grey, lifeless landscape flickered into view. Different angles and locations, but undoubtedly the same realm.

The Grey Realm.

Once the portals were opened, Alexander, riding on top of an obsidian dragon, gave the signal.

Alexander didn’t shout a command. He simply pulled on the elastic metal bridle, giving a signal for the obsidian dragon as it pulled back, flaring its wings and let out a thunderous roar that shook the ground and everything above it.

Its hard scales rippled like a living thing as the powerful roar evoked the air to turn temporarily black.

And his intent ripped through the telepathic web that bound the Red Skull Elite Force like a thunderclap.

Like a tidal wave of darkness, the mythical army surged forward. A unified exhalation of a thousand Demigods and machines of war moving as one. The ground fractured under the first synchronized step; each group entered their assigned portal.

"Keep me updated!" Alexander looked down at Rex and tapped his earpiece.

Once Rex gave a nod, the obsidian dragon launched into the right portal and disappeared.

Rex paused—his hand rising into the howling maelstrom until his fingertips found cold, carved bone. The red skull mask settled over his face with the finality of a sealed vow. As it covered his mouth, he told himself that he was now a part of the Red Skull Elite Force.

Vadyn wanted him to protect the Red Skull Elite Force.

High Lord Rashal wanted him to make a statement to the opposing High Lord.

Both are potential allies that he could use.

Perhaps it was Davina and Lilliana who made him consider expanding his allies.

Not that he would stop the method that had helped him get this far, but change the target a bit. At least for the time being, until better conditions presented themselves. Rex held his nape and made it pop as he stared into the portal.

"Let’s go."

Rex charged in, followed by the others closely behind.

Meanwhile, inside the Grey Realm.

A silent forest sprawled between two mountain ranges, and it only stretched for a few miles. Very small for a forest. Beyond was nothing but dead plain, with most settlements taking place at the foot of the big mountains.

Inside this silent forest, there was a pond of a perfect black mirror.

It held the moon and a thousand scattered stars in its still body.

A father and his son squatted on the muddy bank; their breaths were shallow but silent. The world for the pair was reduced to the scent of the wet earth, the distant chirp of crickets, and the dark shape of what should be a motionless fish right below the surface.

Slowly and silently, the father placed a gentle hand on his son’s shoulder.

He gave a single, silent nod.

It was the signal.

Almost instantly, without hesitation, the son made a fluid leap born of a hundred whispered lessons.

His small hands plunged into the cool water and clamped around the slick, muscular body before it could even think to flee. With a triumphant gasp, he heaved the fish into the air—water droplets scattered like liquid diamonds in the moonlight.

Like a trophy, the son held a silver prize against the vast, quiet night.

And there was a grin of pure elation on his lips.

"Great work, my boy!" The father’s voice was a proud rumble. "You’ve the hands of a true hunter now."

"I’m going to be a Knight in the future!" the son howled toward the sky.

But then, the father’s smile crumbled at the edges, and his clapping hands stopped. His pupils, a moment before soft with pride, suddenly dilated into pinpricks of primal dread. He was no longer looking at his son. He was looking past his son, fixed on the night sky mirrored in the pond—noticing the stars were tilting.

Sliding across the water’s surface as if they had been knocked askew by something.

Realizing that he wasn’t dreaming, the father snapped his gaze up to the sky.

Directly above him, the stars were swirling. And then, with a soundless, violent crack that both the son and the father felt in the roots of their teeth, reality shattered. A cutting wound of bruised light tore the sky, leaking with a wind that swept the entire world.

From it, things began to fall like rain.

Iron vehicles. Jet-black figures. Vast, undulating monsters.

Some crashed into the ground, some floated like Gods, and some soared through the sky with speed.

Boom—!

Boom—!

Snapping out of his trance, the father grabbed his ten-year-old son and ran out of the forest.

He slipped and fell several times as the ground quaked underneath him.

But with the sheer willpower to bring his son to safety, the father kept running with all his might. He leaped through roots, made a turn past a tree, and even charged through bushes. Throughout the sprint, his eyes kept darting to the sky and to the sides.

Above, streams of light crossed the sky, leaving behind glowing trails.

It seemed the Gods were angry at them for all their sins.

Crash—!

Just then, a deafening impact rattled the air as something slammed into the earth mere feet from the son and father duo—the force of it hurled them both to the ground. The father’s arms locked around his boy before they even stopped screeching back.

As the curtain of smoke began to thin, his heart dropped to his stomach.

A shadow stirred within the haze and then rose, straightening into a towering silhouette.

And as if sensing the dread in his heart, this figure looked over his shoulder, revealing its mask.

Before the father could even wrap around what was happening, more figures came down from the sky.

Each impact hammered the earth, and from mentally counting the number of crashes, the father firmly believed there should be more than twenty of them landing across. Once the smoke began to thin and cleared, the figure finally came to full view.

Silent and unmoving.

Soldiers of black.

Inside the forest, dust motes were prominent, but they drifted away from these soldiers.

One by one, the soldiers glanced at the father and son duo before exchanging a glance. Determining the very judgment that this pair would endure. And before the father could understand what they were even addressing, his eyes burned.

One by one, the soldiers turned their attention to the father and son. Their gazes were unhurried, almost clinical—dissecting, weighing, measuring the pair against some unknown scale. Then they exchanged glances, and in that wordless communion, a verdict was reached.

And before the father could understand what was happening, his eyes ignited.

Not with light, but with a searing, inescapable fire that forced him to shut his eyes.

Almost like staring at these figures is a taboo for someone like him.

Soon, the soldiers made way to another that was bigger and more muscular than the rest.

As the entity advanced, the earth itself seemed to hunger for them.

The father felt his body sinking deeper into the ground with every step the entity took—as if the world was swallowing them at its silent command. Beneath the crimson gaze, he understood the insignificance of life; feel it into his bones.

It was a truth that loosened his arms around his son.

Not from failure of love, but from the hollow certainty that love itself was nothing in the dominance of the entity’s verdict. If the entity has already decided that death would be his future, then nothing would be able to stop it.

Once this entity stopped before the father, the world seemed to also stop.

"You there," Rex’s voice slipped out of his mouth, gentle, but the father and son duo seemed to be losing their breath. He tilted his head a little, paying the change no mind, and asked, "Point me the direction to the Grisian Empire."

"He’s stunned," Davina walked over and noticed the father’s locked muscles. "He can’t talk like this."

"I can’t even feel a glimpse of energy in him," Lilliana leaned toward the father curiously. "He’s really weak. I think a normal cat from our realm is stronger than him."

Rex shook his head and used the Moonlight Corruption skill.

He charged the father with moonlight energy until he finally blinked and regained motor control.

"Can you talk now?"

"I-I... Wha—?"

"Okay, don’t push it. Just point me in the direction of the Grisian Empire."

Strugglingly, the father looked around the place he was in, and then pointed in a direction.

Rex nodded his head and immediately signaled with his hand for them to move.

Unfortunately, the Permit only allowed two portals to be opened from the Skull Realm. Opening more than that has complications that the High Lord doesn’t want to deal with, or at least that is according to Alexander.

So, Rex and his group would enter the Grey Realm near the northeast Divine Source.

The main group would quickly secure the Divine Sourced, while he and his group would go southwest.

All the way until they arrived at the Grisian Empire, which was the first major faction within this realm, and it’s about a few thousand miles away. They have a long road ahead, so the group wasted no time making the journey.