The Invincible Full-Moon System

Chapter 686 Crushed Hope

Duntu was absolutely petrified to see the towering Werewolf behind him.

Like red rubies that came from the pit of the darkest part of hell itself, the Werewolf's red eyes seem to bore immense killing intent that knows no equal. Alongside the longer furs and staggeringly sharp fangs that reach its neck, this Werewolf seems to be very old and has seen all kinds of terror.

This Werewolf looks similar to the regular ones but way fiercer.

Although Duntu has a very muscular build and wide shoulders that are as big as the Werewolves, he can't compare to the Werewolf standing behind him right now that has an even bigger body. It's a massive creature that strikes fear into one's heart.

On top of that, there's also a natural plate of armor covering his forehead.

Its shape was akin to three rhombi linked to each other that create somekind of armoring on the forehead, there are also patterns craved on this iron plate that looks like eldrich engravings that is unrecognizable by the two.

Even Skarmdal who is also looking at the Werewolf has his body stunned in place.

No matter how many experiences he had in battle, his body turned unreactive upon seeing the sight of such a grimace that landed right behind Duntu. 'W-Why is there a Werewolf here... I-I'm doomed!' he exclaimed inside his head.

Skarmdal feels like his lungs tightening realizing that a Werewolf somehow reached here.

The sole purpose of the fight he's having with the Tigerman is to prevent the Tigerman from meeting any high-rank Supernatural race and reporting about the Oath Pact. Since the Dwarves agreed and signed the Oath Pact, they essentially agreed to become a traitor.

Whatever he does right now, his fate has been sealed. Torturous death is what he will get.

Although he was a bit stunned for a moment realizing that a Werewolf came out of nowhere and landed behind him, Duntu's eyes flashed, realizing that he can report about the Oath Pact and watch Skarmdal tortured to death.

"Greetings, I am Duntu, Captain of the Ravagers from the Tigerman Kingdom" Duntu introduced.

Cracking a grin as he can't wait to report what he had found and finally help his kingdom to break free from the Dark Elves and Dwarves' siege and become prosperous again, he quickly continued, "I wanted to report a rebellion group, the Dark Elves, Elves, and Dwarves are working together to deserted the war in honor of the Silverstar Pack sparing them"

Duntu can't help but glance over his shoulders to Skarmdal's pale face.

'It's over for you, your entire kingdom will be wiped out!' Duntu thought excitedly, he can already vividly see how the Werewolf would react to this news and butcher Skarmdal, he would also probably get eaten alive.

Just as he thought of that, his eyes got disturbed by shining light from the side.

With a frown on his face, Duntu glanced back at the Werewolf that is still standing unmoving in front of him and caught sight of a glowing symbol, he squinted his eyes to look at the glowing symbol before his body froze.

It was too surprising that he even needs to rub his eyes one more time just to make sure.

But realizing that the shining symbol near the root of the Werewolf's neck was in the shape of a star, terror started to grip him as he channeled his breathing technique again intending to make some distance with the Werewolf.

All of that was futile as the Werewolf grabbed his wrist to stop him from escaping.

Splash!

Skarmdal and Duntu were both surprised when blood suddenly gushed out of Duntu's mouth, they didn't see what happened. It was faster than a blink of an eye, they missed on what the Werewolf did to force blood out of Duntu's mouth.

Duntu feels his body ultimately weaken, and his eyes slowly look downwards to his chest.

Right at the center of his chest was a big hole that was definitely the Werewolf's doing, he can't even react at all. Even the armor covering his torso was torn open, it was seventh-rank battle equipment but the Werewolf tore it easily.

Painful sensations started to envelop his body as blood drizzled down from his torn chest.

Although he was trying his hardest to keep his stand and survive, his legs began to give out, he slowly falls down to his knees like jelly while his wrist is still held by the Werewolf. The moment the Werewolf lets go of his wrist, Duntu's body topples over to the side with a thudding sound.

Under Skarmdal's eyes, Duntu falls dead on the ground as if he was nothing at all.

More than surprise, Skarmdal was confused as to why the Werewolf killed Duntu instead of him. After all, he was the one who is supposed to be a traitor to the Supernatural, while Duntu is one of the loyalists so this is strange.

But then a figure landed beside him, the figure's steps were light like the wind.

Looking up at the figure Skarmdal saw a familiar face, "Fylson, what are you doing here?" he then points at the Werewolf and back to Fylson with even more confusion on his face, "How...? Who-?" he stutters with an evident frown.

"Don't worry, he's on our side" Fylson replied, he smiled before glancing at the Werewolf to nod.

The Werewolf approaches Skarmdal who is still sitting on the ground not knowing what to do, he then introduced himself while pointing at the silver star symbol near his neck, "My name is Flunra from the Silverstar Pack, I'm here to help you wipe the Tigerman by the order from the Alpha"

"S-Silverstar pack?!" Skarmdal exclaimed in shock, he was not expecting this at all.

Even though he had hoped for reinforcement to come from the Dark Elves or the other group of Dwarves, he never once in his mind that he thought a Werewolf from the Silverstar Pack comes to his aid and kill Duntu.

It's completely mind-boggling, the situation feels unreal for him.

"We managed to make contact with the Silverstar Pack, and we've come to an agreement and become allies. Because of that, the Tigerman race is also the problem of the Silverstar pack" Fylson explained to clear some things for Skarmdal.

But even then Skarmdal is still at a loss for words, he's still processing the situation.

Although that was the case Flunra didn't want to waste any time and look into the far horizon, he can sense that there are many people at the other end of the place. It should be the Tigerman race's capital city, which is the best place to search for his target.

Since he was given the chance by Rex to evolve, he has now retained his Werewolf form back.

Flunra would be grateful if he only gets his Werewolf form back, but he also gains some modification that he can tell instantly. Everything about his Werewolf form right now is way stronger and better than the previous one.

It's like being given an upgraded version of himself, it feels weird and oddly satisfying.

Just when he was turned by Rex he becomes a Primordial Werewolf which is like a normal Werewolf but way better in everything, from physique to instincts. But now he had turned into Primordial Paragon Werewolf, he was the perfection of the Werewolf race.

Not only does he is better overall, but he also has high resistance to a Werewolf's weakness.

From the weakness to silver to white rye, Flunra has it all.

With this new form of his that is way stronger than his previous Werewolf form, he decided that he would serve Rex even more by doing everything he wanted without fail. Including taking down the Tigerman race in its entirety.

If he wanted this to work, then none of the Tigerman can be spared alive.

Stepping onto the tip of a huge brown rock that is protruding from the ground sideways, Flunra rejoices in the air of the night. Baring his claws and fangs, he then howled to the sky announcing his presence here.

Just like Duntu, the other Tigerman should be happy to hear the howl of a Werewolf.

Flunra did this in order to make them feel the excitement before crushing their hopes as he did to Duntu, he wanted them to stay there and fight instead of escaping. It would be a hassle for him to track them down one by one.

Aooouuuu!

? It was a long heavy howl that ended in a pitch, the howl reverberated like a soundwave.

Although the King of the Tigerman is still alive Flunra didn't mind it and lets out his overbearing howl. Even though the King of the Tigerman is an eighth-rank realm entity, he was not worried in the slightest.

Back during Rex's massacre in the Vampire Stronghold, he fought seriously in force.

Flunra is able to kill seventh-rank realm entities with the help of his ancient runic power easily, none of them can survive his fearsome attack. But now he's not the same, he's way stronger than back then. If back then he can do that, then imagine what he can do now.

Eighth-rank realm Tigerman? It will definitely fall under Flunra's claws.

With that loud howl to declare his presence, Flunra gathers strength in his legs as the muscle started to bulge. Swifter than the eyes can see, he jumped into the sky and disappeared from the place.

Skarmdal and Fylson were left behind, Flunra just left and didn't even wait for them.

"Aren't you going to help? Or is he going to take down the entire Tigerman Kingdom by himself?" Skarmdal glanced at Fylson and asked, there are still thousands and thousands of Tigerman and they are still very strong.

But Fylson can only smile wryly, "I've brought my own army, but they were left behind..."

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Meanwhile, inside one of the reclaimed strongholds.

"Lady Brigitta, I'm here to report that the Great Barricade has become online again. The barrier has been fixed and the walls have also been fixed, we should be safe again from the Supernaturals" a Cessation Knight reported while saluting.

In front of him is Brigitta sitting at the desk with her hands clasped together.

Although the situation has never seemed to get better no matter what they do, Brigitta is quite glad to hear good news for once. But as the Cessation Knight reported the current stronghold's state and the order from the UWO, her mind dozed off.

While gazing into the void, she keeps tapping her index finger on the desk repeatedly.

Every time her nail hits the desk a sharp noise was made, the increasing pace of the tapping shows that she's feeling impatient or nervous about something. "Lady Brigitta, should I come at a different time to report this?"

Upon hearing this, Brigitta was startled realizing that she doze off.

"I'm sorry, but can you report this in the morning? My mind is not right" Brigitta apologized.

The Cessation Knight nodded his head in understanding before he saluted and left the room, he closed the door behind him lightly before Brigitta can finally lean back on her chair with a sigh and look up to the ceiling.

A moment later, she bites her lower lip remembering something.

"Did I handle the situation the right way...? Did I make the right choice...? I still don't know" Brigitta mutters while she ponders deeply, there seems to be a situation that is still stuck inside her mind and disrupts her focus.

Burying her head on the desk, she then mutters softly, "I did the right thing..."

"Although it made humanity look like a pushover, I definitely did the right thing" she added softly, and she even keeps on repeating it a couple of times inside her head. Almost as if she wanted to hypnotize herself to believe that whatever she did was the right thing.

Just as she rested for a couple of minutes, the door was knocked once again.

Brigitta doesn't have the chance to ask the person knocking as the door is already opened, a figure with a damaged face steps into the room which immediately dissipates her anger from someone barging into the room like this.

"Giana..." Brigitta mutters upon seeing the person standing in front of her.

Walking with an indifferent expression on her face, Giana stands in front of the desk while staring directly into Brigitta's eyes, "I heard from Jasira about the incident some nights ago." she paused to read Brigitta's expression before she continues, "Don't lie to me, I want to know the truth"