The Invincible Full-Moon System

Chapter 882 Deep-Rooted Hatred

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Like a surge of shadow from the deepest part of the hellish domain, the Supernaturals that realized the weakness of the Great Barricade started to flap their wings, swarming up like a pack of bees.

It was about time that their effort is starting to pay off.

Almost instantaneously, the Supernaturals reach the top of the Great Barricade.

Some managed to fly over the protective barrier and landed on the walls while others got thrown there. A fight soon breaks out in the sky and on the walls, the thrilling growls of the Supernaturals vibrate the air.

Each of them was galvanized strongly upon managing to land on the walls.

Nobody thought that the night would be any different for the Supernaturals. However, they were dead wrong as Demons and Vampires started their onslaught on the walls, causing as much chaos as possible.

Also, it was not only the eyes and heart that were tested.

The thundering sound of the turrets on the wall was booming in the ears, filling the silence of the night. Massive projectiles fired into the sky, causing the sky to explode multiple times over, sending the flying Supernaturals crashing away.

In addition, the ancient stench brought by these Supernaturals is distracting.

"Turrets! Focused your fire on the Demon 1! It's preparing to move!"

One of the military men saw Demon 1, a code name they gave for the strong Demon at the back of the swarm was about to move. Its massive and fat humanoid body, two tall sharp horns, and also humongous wings that also acted as a cape shows the dominant power it possesses.

Upon hearing this command, the turrets, and artilleries started focusing fire on Demon 1.

Countless bombardments hit Demon 1 directly and yet they only managed to push it a couple of steps back. It was then, a vicious smile appeared on its face before, showing the deep malicious intent it possesses.

Its eyes shimmer with a red bright glow before Demon 1 started to charge forward.

"Lord Irragon is joining! Conquest and Opulence are in sight!"

"Raahh! Eternal Victory is ours!"

"For our Insatiable Lord of Greed! Unleash the ravenous flames of our desires!!"

Some of the captains and commanders that were on the walls heard this battle cry and take a quick glance below while still fighting. But then, their eyes bear witness to Lord Irragon alongside the thousands of Supernaturals charging forward with extreme motivation.

Lord Irragon has stimulated the morale of the Supernaturals, increasing it to the limit.

It was a horrifying sight to behold.

On top of the sheer excitement and numbers that made the air around them sharp and overbearing, the Demons amongst this army started to glow with a yellow light. Not only their bodies but also their eyes.

Fueled with the power of the Greed, they become even more feral and unrestrained.

Kaboom!!

Likewise, the flying Demons also gained this extraordinary enhancement and started focusing their attacks on the turrets and artilleries. Knowing that these advanced sorceries are the reason the army was pushed back.

Completely ignoring the Black Hands and Awakened that were attacking them.

Due to their hard skin that acted like strong carapaces, the attacks from Awakened and Black Hands could only send them spiraling away. Depending on the power of the attack, they would come back and launch another attack.

In an instant, everything started to look extremely bleak for the humans.

Just then, a couple of Black Hands came from behind the Great Barricade and climbed the wall. About six of them came, and their eyes were fixed and sturdy even facing the dire situation in front of them.

One of the flying Demons saw them, and in reflex fired a big fireball from its mouth.

Swoosh!

Upon seeing the incoming fireball the size of a medium-sized abode, the Black Hand at the very front, holding the handle of a big saber on his back sped up and clashed against the fireball heads on.

Surprisingly, the man pierces through unscathed, almost as if his body is made of diamond.

Caught off guard by this, the flying Demon descend down like an eagle.

But despite its vicious attempt of wanting to rip the man to pieces with its lethal claws, the man unsheathed his saber and did one slashing motion. It was fast, faster than the Demon's eyes.

Nothing happened for a solid second, yet the Demon halted in its tracks.

As the man got closer to the Demon, there was no change in his facial expressions. He did not even glance at the monster, focusing not on the Demon but fixed ahead instead. However, without warning, when he reached right in front of the Demon, its body was sliced in half cleanly.

It simply got sliced cleanly, separating into two parts before the man passes through it.

Some of the onlookers has their eyes widened when they saw this.

The man was able to penetrate through the Demon's carapaces and sliced it in half!

A fearsome feat that none was able to accomplish.

Even a volley of bombardment only managed to do little to nothing to the Supernatural army.

Despite not knowing anything about the older generations of Supernatural races, modern humans quickly learned that their defensive capabilities are paramount. It was hard to kill them, their bodies were akin to a shell.

But not for these six Black Hands, they were the chosen ones.

Just like that these six people in black robes started to help reinforce the walls, fighting off the Supernaturals that managed to reach the walls effectively. Others' blades and guns were deflected by the Supernaturals' naturally tough skin, yet their blades are not.

Meanwhile, Lord Irragon is still charging forward.

An immense amount of demonic energy has already gathered, swirling around like a tornado.

Like a raging rhino that has gone berserk, Lord Irragon flapped its humongous wings that were not able to lift its body but could still increase its speed. Facing down, Lord Irragon also pointed its horns forward before the muscles on its legs bulged.

Out of nowhere, Lord Irragon leaped toward the protective barrier.

Under its strength, the ground beneath its feet cracked wide as Lord Irragon takes off.

Swoosh!

Powerful rays of yellow energy started to concentrate on the tip of its horns, the dense demonic energy depicted a sensation that they could pierce through anything. Lord Irragon also aimed high on the protective barrier, knowing that the higher the barrier, the weaker it gets.

If he hit the protective barrier high enough, it will definitely break apart.

Fearing for Lord Irragon's strength, the Awakened and Black Hands didn't stand idle.

Doing a patriotic feat without a hint of fear in their eyes, many of them started jumping down from the walls and standing in Lord Irragon's way, trying to do whatever they can to stop its advancement.

Be it casting a spell or even using their bodies as a body shield, it doesn't matter.

However, their attempt was futile, their bodies exploded when they touch the yellow energy.

Upon seeing this, Lord Irragon was drowned in laughter.

Not once in his life that he even thought that this kind of thing will happen, life always finds a way to surprise anyone. If someone told Lord Irragon in the past that Demons are going to be superior to humans, surely that would result in a burst of loud laughter.

It was impossible, and yet the thing he thought was impossible is happening.

"Puny humans, It's still surreal that humans have gotten this weak. Time has been cruel..."

Focusing back on his attack, the yellow glowing horns, Lord Irragon thrust his head forward like a spear. In an instant, a loud crashing sound can then be heard, rippling through the air powerfully.

A huge smile appeared on Lord Irragon's face when he heard this.

But then, Lord Irragon realized that something, it doesn't seem that its horns hit the barrier.

"An Archdemon of Greed, how unsightly"

Out of nowhere, an arrogant voice suddenly creeps into the ears.

Lord Irragon wanted to see the person who said that and managed to stop its momentum, yet moving from this position proves to be hard. Both of Lord Irragon's horns were gripped tightly to the point of actual pain.

Shockingly, Lord Irragon got lifted and thrown back to the ground.

CRASH!!

Being thrown back down like a bullet, the ground exploded and created a huge crater. 

All of the charging Supernaturals stopped abruptly and raise their gazes when they witnessed the powerful Lord Irragon get slammed back down to the ground, it shocked them to the core.

It was then their eyes bulged when they saw a black figure descending from the sky.

Crawling on the figure's skin is immense pride and arrogance, moving gracefully in a god-like manner with oozing dark energy coming out of his body. The Supernaturals know this figure too well to not recognize him.

It was the Executor...

Just when the tide was about to shift in their direction, the Executor spoiled their victory.

Taking over the Great Barricade and rampage through the cities of humans was already in sight, however, the Executor has other plans seeing that he takes the time himself to personally come here.

Landing on the ground gracefully, the Executor scours his eyes through the Supernaturals.

Smirking mockingly, he then whipped his arm.

Swoosh!

Under the gazes of the onlookers, a basic black spear with a deep purple spearhead, taller than the Executor himself appeared. It should be extraordinary since the Executor is wielding it, yet there's no special feeling about the black spear.

But the Supernaturals didn't care about the spear and fixed their eyes on the Executor.

Deep-rooted hatred could be seen burning their eyes.

Contrary to what the humans on the walls that were excited at the sight of the Executor thought, the older generations of Supernaturals were not intimidated and were instead becoming even more berserk.

Just the sight of the Executor alone made their vision dyed in red color.

Not one of the Supernaturals didn't experience a flash of gruesome memories of the war in ancient eras where their friends, families, and people were absolutely enslaved, tortured, and killed for the amusement of the Executors.

It triggered ancient anger inside of them, fueling the fire that shouldn't have blazed.

Lord Irragon stands back on his feet once again.

Standing towering in front of the Supernatural army that was itching to rip the Executor apart, Lord Irragon slowly raises its gaze to glare at the Executor with its yellow glowing eyes that depict the same anger.

A chilling silence enveloped the entire battlefield, increasing the tension to the limit.

Even the sound of their beating hearts could be heard in their eyes, that's how silent the battlefield has become when the Executor arrived. In a brief moment, Lord Irragon then pointed at the sky.

Swish!

CLANG!!

Out of nowhere, a big demonic bastard sword fell from the sky.

Reaching out his hand to hold the big demonic bastard sword, Lord Irragon then opens his mouth, "By the witness of my lineage, with blood-soaked words and fervent devotion, I offer myself to eternal damnation..."

Lord Irrigon started chanting, and his energy started climbing higher and higher.

"What is that demon trying to do?" Brigitta asked in horror.

Seeing the sudden enormous increase in energy, she could feel her own skin crawl in fear.

The Executor couldn't hide his smile as he know exactly what Lord Irrigon is doing. A devilish smile appeared on his face, he seems to be excited, "It's a ritual to erase oneself from existence, asking permission from the ancestors to convey that pleads to the Demon Origin. Essentially, sacrificing its life and existence in return for power"

Upon hearing this, Brigitta gasped in shock.

For Lord Irrigon to have no hesitation in erasing their own existence, the hatred must be very deep. The Executor must've done something so heinous that the price of Lord Irrigon's life and existence is nothing as long vengeance is accomplished.

"Lord of the Devils, hear my prayer, and assist me as a vessel of devastation!!"

Swish...

KABOOM!!