The Invincible Full-Moon System



It was not a matter of possible or impossible from the start.

Rex is already determined to utterly destroy the Rastrikan Demons' forces and image, he wouldn't fail no matter how hard it will be to reach that goal, he's confident that there's nothing that could stop him from getting what he wants.

A confidence that has been tested numerous times.

Despite the doubts that he was given by everyone else, he has never doubted himself.

From the moment he planned on showing the world that even the Rastrikan Demons could still be conquered, his mind already raced and concocted numerous plans, coming to a conclusion of one solid plan that would not fail.

Out of everyone, he was the one who believed in the Demon Lords' willpower.

If he wanted to force them to kneel before him, then he would need to accept this fact first.

Just as predicted, Demon Lord Aructh and Mazel rather die than kneel.

Being watched by their own legions from the sideline that already have their morals on the ground from seeing the hideous fate that their fallen brethren suffered, both of them couldn't do anything that would cause the legion to be in a worse state.

A leader must be the one to make sacrifices.

Pride as a Demon Lord of the Rastrikan Demon is something that they need to protect.

However, it was precisely because of this trait that they had that would make the dramatic moment when they finally bend their knees was all the more sweeter and shocking. Ripples of astonishment would course through the watching crowd, including the hearts of the Rastrikan Demon legion who had fervently believed their leaders would never bow.

Seeing the sight of Demon Lord Aructh and Mazel succumb would be destructive for them.

As the progression of the bout went as planned, Rex exposed a brutal smile.

It was a smile that sent a shiver to the two Demon Lords, sensing their impending dooms.

Deciding that it was finally time for the climax of the bout that would ultimately shatter the Rastrikan Demons' fearsome reputation, Rex made his move, swiftly closing in on the two Demon Lords and grasping their faces.

Easily, he hauled them off the ground overbearingly.

No amount of struggle from the wounded Demon Lords could hope to break free.

Brand them...

Whispering an inaudible chant inside his mind, his palm began to burn.

Likewise, Demon Lord Aructh and Mazel sensed an intense, searing heat penetrating their foreheads, intensifying with each passing moment. It was akin to the relentless pressure of a branding iron against their skin.

A painful groan escaped their fang-filled mouths, the heat was different than their hellfire.

Soon enough, Rex's grasp loosens and he lets go of them.

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Half-Blood

Werewolf

High Werewolf

Half-Blood, turn them into Half-Blood. I'll let the two of them experience true fear.

Others might find it difficult to force these Demon Lords to do anything, but that doesn't apply to Rex who has the System with him. Branding the Silverstar Mark on their foreheads and picking the desired outcome, Demon Lord Aructh and Mazel were instantly influenced.

"Akkkhh...! W- What's happening?"

"Rrgghh!"

Both Demon Lords were utterly helpless as the bones inside of them started to move.

More changes started to take effect.

Demon Lord Aructh and Mazel had their eyes widened in sheer horror as they witnessed their once-impenetrable, armor-like skin visibly shedding away, revealing a vulnerable human-like flesh beneath. Simultaneously, the raging hellfire within them began to dissipate bit by bit, painfully.

It was an utterly terrifying sight that the Rastrikan Demons legion couldn't beat to witness.

Roaring in utter desperation, all of them charged at Rex in a thunderous stampede.

However, Rex knows that they are choosing death more instead of watching this horrendous act, and he doesn't want to give them that satisfaction. With a wave of his hand, he summoned Devo and created a black lightning barrier that covered him and the two, transforming Demon Lords.

None of the Dwarves uttered a single word as they witnessed this.

A complete silence covered the entire battlefield as the Rastrikan Demon legion started banging on the black lightning barrier, roaring desperately trying to get inside, but was unable to do anything of that sort.

Such a sight was truly impeccable, the amount of psychological damage was otherworldly.

But in the midst of watching this, the Dwarves started crying.

Drizzles of tears flooded out and made their way down, the sight made them remember the time when their ancestors were colonized and humiliated by the Rastrikan Demons. And at this moment, all of that was paid back in full.

It was their first time to see the Rastrikan Demons this desperate.

Even Huvuki was influenced, he was trying his hardest to not be emotional at this moment.

Despite wanting to, he needs to keep his composure as the King.

"How is this possible, Lady Adhara? Is this also one of Lord Rex's powers?" Huvuki asked.

Upon hearing this, Adhara nodded firmly.

She had never anticipated that the altercation would lead to Rex deciding to turn them into Werewolves just in order to achieve his unwavering goal of utterly destroying the Rastrikan Demons. "Yes, Lord Rex can transform anyone, I mean anyone, into a Werewolf"

"He turned an Undead into a Werewolf for all I know" She added whisperingly, still in shock.

Although she knew that Rex could turn others into Werewolves, she didn't expect that even the likes of the Demon Lords could not resist his power, almost as if he had no limitation. If that's the case, then he could literally turn anyone into a Werewolf.

"An Undead...?" Huvuki uttered, gasping a cold breath.

Out of the Supernatural races, the Undead is the most 'dead' by regular standard.

Undead were Supernatural beings fueled only by Death energy, most of them don't even have functioning internal organs, and the fact that Rex could turn them into Werewolf is quite a shocking discovery.

Crack!

Krrkk!

"Oh, Origin, Why...?"

Looking down at his body, shrinking visibly, Demon Lord Aructh sucked in a cold breath.

Something like this is beyond his comprehension.

Despite their partial immortality, always being revived upon dying, the concept of a permanent death is present in the Demon Race. It was present because the Ancient Humans and the Angel race possessed power that could kill them for good.

Demon Lord Aructh has already thought of ways that he might meet his end.

Physical pain was something he had grown accustomed to over the course of his life, having fought in countless battles, and experiencing death multiple times already. However, the idea of being stripped of his own race terrified him in ways he had never imagined.

His entire life is based on the pride of the Rastrikan Demon.

As one of the Demon Lords, he takes great care of his pride and image as the Demon Lord.

Now that he was not a Demon anymore, he felt an emptiness inside of him.

For him, this is a worse way than the most painful death imaginable.

It breeds an unfathomable dread that overwhelms his entire mind and soul, the prospect of not being a Demon anymore broke his entire being to the point of shedding tears, an act that wasn't supposed to be in the Demon's emotional arsenal.

Crying is not a concept known by the Demon, and yet he was crying.

But this was possible only because of the fact that he had already turned into a Half-blood.

Demon Lord Aructh who was now already turned into a big, muscular bearded man with red spikey hair and crimson eyes clasped his hands in a pleading gesture, a pathetic sight from the previous Demon Lord.

"S- Stop this, please! I- I- I'll serve the Dwarves forever! I'll do anything! Just turn me back!"

A broken remnant of his former self, Demon Lord Aructh begged desperately.

Out of the two, he was the one who was supposed to be more fiery and berserk compared to Demon Lord Mazel. However, the situation was too much for him to handle, and his arrogance was wiped away completely.

Since he's no longer a Demon, his bravado was vanquished.

Meanwhile, Demon Lord Mazel was also inspecting his own body which has now turned into a tall and lean dark-skinned human with very long black hair and gleaming red eyes, "M- My energy... It's fading! Am I turning into a lowly human?!"

Just then, his glowing scarlet eyes darted to Rex in fuming anger.

"Rex Silverstar! What have you done to me?!" He roared, finding this situation unbelievable. 

But his eyes quickly widened in even greater rage as he witnessed Demon Lord Aructh pleading, an unbecoming act for a Demon Lord. "Aructh! For the sake of the Origin, cease this begging!! Do not succumb to his scheme!"

"Regain control, ARUCTH!!" He bellowed thunderously, veins in his eyes bulging in rage.

Despite the shout, Demon Lord Aructh didn't listen and continued.

Watching this progression with cold, indifferent eyes, Rex was satisfied as this had been a productive attempt. It was even more so seeing that the Rastrikan Demons who were still banging on the black lightning barrier becoming weaker.

It was obvious that the pathetic sight of their leaders rendered them weaker.

Although being disrespected or humiliated would incite anger, and thus make them stronger, there was a limit to their emotions. If their emotions exceeded the limit, that anger would turn into despair and dread that would render the two Sins empowering them useless.

Rex smirked at the sight of this, his satisfaction bubbling inside of him.

Taking one deep breath, he then unleashed a thunderous, overbearing roar, "KNEEL!!!"

Even though the roar wasn't infused with anything in particular, the dominance that it carried was like a tidal wave that hit the onlookers hard on their chests. It was more of an irrefutable command than a roar.

Demon Lord Aructh was the first one to fall to his knees, surprising the Dwarven army.

Most of them doubted Rex, but now they were proven wrong.

Harnessing his commanding might as the Alpha of the Silverstar Pack, the newly added pack members, Demon Lord Mazel and Aructh were influenced by this the most, despite having their transformation unfinished.

It was so bad that Demon Lord Mazel had his legs trembling violently.

"No! I refuse! My respect is reserved solely for the Origin!" Demon Lord Mazel groaned, resisting the overwhelming urge to kneel, exerting every ounce of his willpower. "I will not yield! I'd rather be purified and die permanently, rather than die on my knees!"

Surprisingly enough, Demon Lord Mazel persisted even more than a minute.

Rex was amused when he saw this, seeing Demon Lord Mazel refusing to kneel this much made him respect him a bit, but also intrigued him. I already expected him to be the last one standing. But after he succumbed, all of the Rastrikan Demons would kneel to me, and this would be my total victory.

Striding slowly, each step echoing to the surroundings, he stood before Demon Lord Mazel.

Upon seeing a figure in front of him, Demon Lord Mazel raises his gaze.

As their eyes locked in a confrontation, Rex's ruthless gaze was adorned with a sly smile, and his overpowering aura seemed to encompass Demon Lord Mazel's entire being. But just Rex was about to speak, a smile of defiance curled upon Demon Lord Mazel's lips.

"Even if you win this fight, you will lose the war, Rex Silverstar," He said raspingly.

Listening to this, Rex furrowed his eyebrows before he continued maniacally, "Kirgil... Kirgil and his legion are probably already attacking the kingdom right now, and he would pay back this humiliation in full, mark my words"

But to his surprise, Rex's expression didn't waver, he was eerily calm.

"Why is it that everyone always wanted to say their piece in their final moments?" Rex mused with a chuckle, shaking his head. "You are as good as dead, Half-Werewolf Mazel and the dead have no say in the world of the living. So don't worry about that. Just like you, Demon Lord Kirgil would end up the same"

"But for now, kneel..." He added, pointing down and infusing more pressure with his voice,

Crack!

Boom!

Having no more strength to remain standing, Demon Lord Mazel fell to his knees roughly.

It was the ultimate showdown, the two Demon Lords had fallen to their knees, and the tapestries of humiliation had been bore into the Rastrikan Demon legion's mind as Rex stretched his arms to the side in triumph.

Utterly defeated, the other Rastrikan Demons also fall to their knees in despair.

All hope was vanquished from their hearts.

On the other hand, the Dwarven Army witnessed with their own two eyes as Rex Silverstar, the person that they sought for help managed to create a painting of victory, showing to them that the Rastrikan Demons can be defeated.

Despite their fear and everything they went through, it was no longer important.

The invincible Rastrikan Demons had finally been conquered.