The Invincible Full-Moon System

Chapter 1059  Assembly of the Supernatural Army

From the towering cliff, Rex and Mavenna gazed down upon the vast Supernatural assembly.

A sea of otherworldly beings sprawled across the landscape before them, a strong coalition of multiple Supernatural races united for the impending war, separated into three divisions that were very distinct from one another.

On the left was an army of crimson tide, pulsating with horrendous blood energy.

Each of their eyes was aflame with hunger, their flangs gleamed under the sun, dripping with the suffocating bearing of an animal—craving for blood. A palpable aura of lethality washed over them, a malevolent force ready to unleash chaos upon the world.

It was the army of Vampires, prepared by Elder Nolacula himself.

Despite the famous sun-vulnerability, these Vampires don't seem to be affected at all.

Surveying these Vampires from atop the cliff, Rex focuses on their armored forms, searching for the artifacts that the modern Vampires use to protect themselves from sunlight. Usually, those passable Vampires wore a ring to traverse the scorching day.

However, none of these Vampires seemed to be wearing any.

Rex couldn't sense any protective energy, and the sunlight was hitting their skin directly.

I assume these Vampires are all from the older generations.

Amongst them, the Vampires from the third generation stuck out like a sore thumb, as all of them have more bulky and scarier forms. But the other generations were not vastly different from the modern Vampire, so Rex wasn't sure at first.

Furthermore, there were Vampire troops that Rex had never seen before.

Some took the forms of an astral being—like a blood shadow.

Out of thousands of Vampires lined up across the horizon, these astral Vampires were only a handful. In each legion, there were only two of them. Enchanters, huh... I get that Enchanters are special and rare, but I never expected them to be this rare. There are only 30 of them.

Intrigued, Rex's eyes then fall to one Enchanter that stood out from the rest.

Compared to the others, this Enchanter had black blood energy instead of red like the rest.

Moreover, she was standing at the very front.

Upon making eye contact with Rex, this Enchanter made a subtle yet graceful bow.

Seeing that she was treating Rex with surprising respect, considering that the Vampires were not supposed to be that friendly with someone like him, he placed his hand above his chest, giving her a subtle nod in return.

Now, he turned his gaze to the division at the center.

Sprawled at the center was another army and this one emanated unfathomable heat.

Even the ground beneath them was spewing out magma.

Unlike the division of Vampire legions, this division was a kaleidoscope of red and blue—they were seething with scorching energy. A maniacal and destructive energy enveloped them, a mirror to their twisted inclinations within.

One could feel this force radiating pure malevolence.

Just their presence alone exudes a palpable bloodthirst, akin to a crimson tidal wave.

Among their ranks, there were multiple humongous creatures that could easily reach 10 to 20 stories building. Donned with grotesque and monstrous features, this was the Demon Legion, a mix of red and blue Demons—prepared by Elder Tilrith.

It was not composed of normal types of Demons either.

Excluding the regular blue and red Demons and Succubus, there were also Hellhounds.

Similarly, the Demons from the third generation were vastly different.

Compared to the other generations, the Demons from the third generation took the form of a varying animal instead of a humanoid form. Nevertheless, just like the other generations, the third-generation Demons are stronger the more monstrous they are.

I can't believe Elder Tilrith could govern these Demons, I'm impressed.

From a sweep of his eyes, Rex could see that there were multiple Demons that could match Demon Lord Ranath or even Elder Tilrith in terms of power. He could feel the auras coming from them were akin to a thousand needles stabbing into his skin.

Naturally, these Demons were an Archdemon—governing the power of the seven sins.

Most of them took the form of a monstrous animal.

Rex could distinguish them from the rest due to one feature that these Archdemons have.

"What are these halos above them?" He asked with a frown.

Upon hearing this, Mavenna turns her gaze toward the Archdemons that have a halo above their head, reminiscent of an Angel, "It's the Halo of Misdeed—think of it like some sort of emblem ranks or even a King Mark of the Werewolves. It designates the worthy bearer with the power of the seven sins, and it can shift from Demon to Demon depending on whether there was a more deserving Demon around"

"For example, the Archdemon of Wrath,"

Mavenna continued, pointing at a Demon that took the form of a monstrous, horned lion.

"His Halo of Misdeed is colored red, and it's still shining brightly, meaning that there was no other Demon that is more deserving than him to hold the power of Wrath" She explained—trying to make it clear for Rex.

Listening to her attentively, Rex nodded his head as it was easy enough to understand.

Only four of the seven Archdemons of the seven sins are present, and among them, the sins of Wrath and Pride have the strongest aura. He pondered, looking at the monstrous lion and also a Demon-Eagle hybrid. Then, his eyes shifted to a sleeping bear Archdemon with a light blue halo above its head. But my intuition is telling me that one is the most dangerous one—the Archdemon of Sloth.

Sensing his gaze, the Archdemon of Sloth opened its eyes slowly.

At the sight of Rex's piercing gaze, he sprung up and went to hide behind a big Demon.

Rex frown even more at this as the Archdemon of Sloth might be acting timid, but he can tell that it was the strongest one around. He had trusted his intuition to survive, and he definitely going to trust his intuition on this one.

Initially, Rex expected to have only this lineup, the Demons and Vampires.

However, he was surprised by another race joining the fight.

On the other side, beside the Demon Legions was a gathering of odd-looking creatures.

Compared to the other divisions, the size of this division was the smallest. If the Vampire and Demon legions numbered over five thousand, this one barely reached the two-thousand mark, revealing a significant numerical disparity. But even then, it was far more unified than the other legions, all of them had pallid skin and featureless faces cloaked in an eerie, dark energy.

Each one exuded an unsettling aura, whispering their unseen transformations.

Anyone who dared cross these entities would find their own families trying to kill them eerily.

Just one look is enough to tell that they were from the Shapeshifter Race.

I know that Elder Tilrith and Nolacula were asking the other races to join forces to defeat the Executor, but I know that none aside from the Demons and Vampires would want to be led by me, so their arrival is quite surprising.

Rex furrowed his brows at the sight of the Shapeshifter Legions.

Despite the fact that they were expelled from the high-rank Supernatural race category, with the death of King Oddity—plunging their kingdom into chaos, they managed to restore their original harmony and recover from the chaos.

Obviously, this was the work of their Elder, Elder Enima.

Aside from the difference in body proposition of male and female Shapeshifters, every single one of them looked the same. But like the other divisions, the third-generation Shapeshifters have some differences to them.

Instead of opting for the pallid skin, there was this weird emerald tone to them.

Even though it was faint, the tone was clearly there.

Knowing that Rex was observing the entire armies that he gathered one by one, and is now looking at the Shapeshifters, Mavenna explained, "If you are wondering about the ones who had a different skin tone, you're right, they came from the third generation. Other races call them Perfect Shapeshifters, thanks to something they inherently possess, the subdermal adaptive mesh,"

"It's some sort of inherent mutation beneath their skin, able to enhance their resilience, even providing natural armor against physical harm, additional camouflage, and also facilitates for a quicker transformation, making them more deadly in combat situations,"

Rex crossed his arms and felt troubled by this lineup of Shapeshifters.

Also, these Shapeshifters from the third generation have a mouth that naturally smiles.

Calling them unsettling is an understatement.

No individual Shapeshifter sticks out from the rest, they are making me uneasy.

Unlike the others, the Shapeshifters have no distinctive character, or for better words—all of the distinctive figures of the Shapeshifters are hidden under the veil of normality. A thing like that could give a cold shiver to anyone.

Only the third-generation Shapeshifter sticks out.

But as for individual Shapeshifters, there doesn't seem to be anyone who catches his eye.

Despite not being as visually striking as the Vampires, the Demon Enchanters were easily discerned amidst the crowd—their figures draped in demonic robes or possessed a wide range of demonic energy, embodying the power of Warlocks.

It was almost as if they were all cloned beings of the other.

All of their auras are more or less the same, indistinguishable, I couldn't sense which one of them is stronger than the other—as expected from the Shapeshifter race, their abilities for deceit and stealth and paramount compared to the others.

Even the Shapeshifter Enchanters were completely blended with the others.

Despite not being as visually striking as the Vampires, the Demon Enchanters were easily discerned amidst the crowd—their figures draped in demonic robes or possessed a wide range of demonic energy, embodying the power of Warlocks.

Only the Shapeshifters were the ones that are different.

"Most of the high-rank races kept a good relationship with the Shapeshifters, knowing what they were capable of. It was safe to say that none of them wanted to be visited by one that takes the form of someone dear," Mavenna said with a chuckle. "Only my race has the guts to rattle the Shapeshifters"

"Well, it's most likely because we have the Executioners of Tyro to fight them," She added.

Rex had learned a lot from Mavenna.

Aside from needing her help in the incoming fight, he didn't expect her to be this resourceful.

But then again, she's very old despite her child-like personality.

Naturally, she knows a lot of things.

Glancing at a couple of ball-like creatures reaching about ten meters in height, shrouded in an ensnarement of tentacles, Rex asked, "What about those creatures, are they also some sort of Shapeshifters?"

"Yes, they are criminals that were turned into mindless creatures, controlled by an Alpha"

Mavenna replied, rubbing her arms, feeling a cold chill.

She doesn't like to look at these ball-tentacle creatures, she is disgusted by them.

Upon hearing this, Rex was surprised, "Quite a severe punishment, I must say..."

Knowing what kind of troops are under him is a must before going to war, especially when it involves the war against the Executor. He needs to know exactly what their abilities are and capitalize on their fighting prowess to the fullest.

Due to that, checking the entire army is needed before he goes to the war.

Even though the assembly of Vampires, Demons, and Shapeshifters is an impressive sight—creating this big army was an impressive sight, it was also a testament to the formidable force they were going to face in the very near future.

Rex would be foolish if he didn't anticipate that the Executor has an impressive lineup too.

Considering the stake at hand, this time, he will not hold back.

The Executor was definitely going all-out, unlike their first encounter when he was clearly not serious, playing around with Rex. Albeit the Moon Ability catches him by surprise, it wouldn't be the same case this time—it won't be that easy.

Just as he was pondering in silence, a couple of figures came to him.

Looking up at three figures, floating before him, Rex recognizes them as the Elders.

Elder Tilrith, Nolacula, and Enima were floating in front of him.

"Have you finished your sightseeing, Royal Black Prince?"

"We can't have you be impressed now... this army wouldn't be able to defeat the Executor"

It was then that Elder Nolacula and Enima commented.

Upon hearing this, Rex waved his hand in hubris.

He knows that despite the army they amassed was quite impressive, it was still not enough to take down the Executor. Only through his carefully cultivated plan, there was a chance the Executor would be defeated in this battle. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Gazing at Mavenna on the side, Elder Tilrith squinted her eyes sharply.

But then, she shifted to cast a peculiar look at Rex and opened her petite mouth, "Go down Royal Black Prince, we'll introduce you to the commanders. We will also hold a briefing, I'm sure you have a lot of things to say before we march,"