The Invincible Full-Moon System

Chapter 934 Soulreaver Lance

Chapter 934  Soulreaver Lance

"Welcome back, Executor...!"

In front of the castle, hundreds of people bowed deeply and greeted the Executor.

Since there was nothing they could do aside from believing in the hardly-human entity called the Executor who has ruled over the entire Ratmawati City and cities under it, the Awakened, Black Hands, and military personnel dedicated themselves to him.

When the Executor heads back, a communication was sent.

Everyone who was tasked to guard the castle prepared a charade to greet the Executor.

Neatly lined military vehicles from SUVs and even tanks could be seen, creating a pompous path behind the deeply bowing people that ended at the castle's entrance, a sight that was quite marvelous to view.

Despite his arrogance, the gesture cracks a smile on his face.

"Looks like people started to understand their place" the Executor mused, derisively.

Most of the people around the area were already expecting Brigitta to be alongside him, and they also received a message that the Executor brought along new weapons with him, but none of them expected to see something like this.

Under the presence of the weapons, these hardened men and women trembled.

It was a feeling that they recognized clearly.

No real threat was heading towards them, however, the weapons in each of the Executor's clutches were emitting horrendous energy, capable of creating a threatening illusion that activates everyone's natural fight-or-flight response.

Both of them were spears, one was black and the other was gleaming grey.

Out of the two weapons, the black one was about six meters in length and exuded a notably more aggressive energy. Its body appeared as deep space-black, resonating and humming like a formidable black hole, while a ruby-red aura layered it that resembled the darkest hue of blood.

As the Executor advanced, it left behind a trail of dripping, incandescent red liquid.

While the other one is a steely-grey spear of the same length.

Contrasting to the black spear, this one emanates an uncanny, bloodcurdling energy. Its body resonates and gleams like the brightest star and the base of the spear emits a swirling grey smoke that spirals up to the spearhead.

Despite the more aggressive nature of the black spear, people were more afraid of the other.

How could they not when they knew the tragedy behind the grey spear?

A couple of Awakened that were stationed in a small city that unfortunately is in the path of the Executor was almost wiped out to the last fraction of citizens. It's been said that the Executor barged in, and asked them demandingly to sacrifice their lives for the greater good.

He described it as an honorable act to die for the benefit of himself.

Fortunately, he didn't do this homicidal act without a reason.

One of the Awakened in that city explained that this act was done to fully activate the grey spear, whatever that meant, which still seemed to hunger for more souls. Consequently, the Executor determined that the citizen of the city would suffice to satisfy the grey spear's appetite.

Some of the citizens tried to run in fear, but that didn't bore well for them.

Eventually, out of the population of this third-level city, only less than a quarter remains.

Now that the people greeting the Executor look at the grey spear, the news is repeated in their minds and makes them even more terrified as that spear had just devoured close to a thousand innocent people if not more.

Despite warming up to the Executor already, Brigitta still feels her head throbbing.

Her morals were undergoing an imminent crisis.

Seeing those innocent people killed caused this to happen, it was almost as if she got punched directly. In the previous reign of President Sebrof, there was a couple of tragedy such as this that happened.

But it was not to this extreme.

At the very least, he did it secretly and away from prying eyes.

Or better yet, he manipulated them into thinking that this was the right choice.

Contrary to the Executor, who did it openly in plain view and imposed his will without giving the people a choice, President Sebrof appeared like a saint. People were beginning to see this even more clearly, the difference between them, like a transparent surface of water.

Keeping a cool demeanor despite feeling chaotic inside, Brigitta keeps on walking onward.

'It's fine... Everything is fine... If we want to win against the Supernaturals and their awakened older generations, this kind of ruthless leader is needed. Yes... This is okay, this is necessary. Those lives killed are necessary sacrifices for the greater good...'

Brigitta has been repeating these words inside her head along the way.

She was attempting fiercely to hypnotize herself to consider this homicidal act as necessary.

Upon reaching the castle's entrance and opening it with a wave of his hand, the Executor was greeted by Edward and also King John who was also already expecting his arrival and waited patiently behind the entrance.

"Is it okay to assume that your journey has gone smoothly, master?" Edward greeted.

Viewing the two new spears, the answer should be clear already.

Deciding to not reply with words but instead offering a sly grin, the Executor nodded before stretching out his left hand and gently putting the grey spear into the ground in front of him.

Clang!

It produces a deafening metallic ear-irritating sound.

Also, a pulse of numbing smokey-grey energy erupted from the point of impact.

Despite being laid gently, the impact was quite heavy.

Edward knitted his eyebrows when he saw this, and he hesitantly raised his gaze to meet with the Executor's gaze who was surprisingly, smiling at him, "A weapon for you, Soulreaver Lance. It's crafted by me, and assembled with strong souls. Its power could even reach the tenth-rank realm with enough souls devoured, and the First Breath's suppression is lifted"

Upon hearing this, Edward was shocked as he wasn't expecting any gifts.

Despite having a good relationship with the Executor, it hasn't progressed this far yet.

Grasping the grey spear when the Executor gave him an acknowledging nod, giving permission even though he was feeling reluctant, Edward could feel the course of smoke on the spear's surface brushing against his hand, and the power within whispering to him.

It sparks a mental pain, the corruption capabilities of the spear are otherworldly.

'Kill...'

'Use me to impale all...'

'Use me to kill all...'

Edward shrugged off the whisperers and refocused his attention on the grey spear.

Seeing that he could bear the sadistic nature of the spear, the Executor retracted his hand.

Only then that Edward could feel the entire weight of the grey spear.

Boom!

It was so heavy that the bailey's ground trembled as the end of the spear dug into the soil.

A weight that no normal human or most Awakened could bear.

Just this alone showed that this grey spear's weight is completely irregular to the core.

No wonder that despite the Executor seemingly laying the grey spear gently, the impact still created a deafening sound and also erupted a pulse of energy. Turns out, the weight of this marvelous weapon is not a joke.

In a heartbeat, Edward's damned black armor moved and gathered on his right hand.

A blub of darkness covered his right hand.

When it was done, he yanked the grey spear from the ground easily with one hand.

Gazing at the grey spear, inspecting it from top to bottom, a peculiar look appeared on Edward's face, 'Hmm...? It feels familiar for some reason. It's almost like I had seen this somewhere but I couldn't remember' He mused inwardly.

Upon seeing this peculiar look, the Executor smiled cheekily.

"Don't dwell excessively on the spear, direct your efforts towards controlling it is a challenging endeavor. Ensure your mastery of it familiarizing yourself with it. If you haven't grasped it yet, understand that the spear houses a formidable entity within, and controlling it is a challenging endeavor. Ensure your mastery of it within the next three days" the Executor declared before striding purposefully towards the castle.

On the other hand, Edward was still inspecting the grey spear weirdly.

But then, he quickly snapped out of his trance and gazed at the Executor's imposing back.

'Maybe I'm closer to him than the others to him, including Brigitta, but it's too soon to think that he trusts me so much to give me a weapon like this. Just like what he did to King John, he must've had something in mind for me from giving me this spear. I can feel it already...'

Edward gulped harshly at the thought of that.

None of the people around the Executor is truly lucky, they were oppressed the same.

King John is obvious, while Brigitta endures mental pain throughout.

It came to the point that even Edward began to suspect that the Executor kept Brigitta close to him, almost like a secretary, because he took pleasure in the moral dilemma and agony that she experienced whenever he committed atrocious acts.

From Edward's perspective, this kind of torture is something that the Executor would do.

Kindness and honor are not traits that the Executor possessed.

Associating human traits with the Executor is a foolish endeavor, as he's not a human.

Now Edward believed one hundred percent that even if someone dedicated themselves to the Executor for a thousand years, he wouldn't show some kind of appreciation or honor as he was incapable of acting humanly like that.

Thus, it was natural for Edward to think that there was another reason behind this.

Another hidden reason for giving him this spear.

"Why three days? Is there something going on in three days?" Edward blurted out a question.

Upon hearing this, the Executor abruptly stopped.

Pausing for a moment, he then turned. His gaze swept slowly over his shoulder, eyes aglow with a formidable glisten of power that could instill fear in even the bravest of hearts. With a somber tone, he pointed to the fractured, sunlit sky and uttered grimly, "It's going to be the Hare Full Moon soon..."

It was then that a frown crept into Edward's face.

'Hare Full Moon...? What's that have to do with us?' He mused in utter confusion.

Currently, his mind was racing with thoughts.

But the Executor didn't grace him with an explanation and entered the castle, disappearing from view. When he disappeared, Edward stood on his spot still pondering about the matter as he tried to peer through the Executor's mind to no avail.

Unbeknownst to him, while he was thinking, something happened.

A portion of black armor dripped to the ground.

It was a blob of black liquid that started to move slightly, almost as if it was alive.

Like a bullet, this blob then shot into the castle.

Not even Edward noticed this as the blob of black liquid seeped through the cracks of the castle's gate and disappeared. However, King John who was standing by the side, still seemingly in pain saw this from start to finish.

His brows furrowed at the sight of this, 'What was all of that about...?'

Meanwhile, inside the Executor's castle.

"Go and keep an eye on Gistella" the Executor commanded with an authoritative tone.

Upon hearing this, Brigitta nodded sternly and walked away.

Gazing at Brigitta's back going further away before disappearing into the hallway, the Executor trained his gaze forward again before purple Chaos element swirled on his hands as he headed towards his throne.

Just then, a black blob flew towards his hand, like a magnet to a piece of steel.

Reaching the throne, he sits on it leisurely.

With his legs crossed, the Executor raised the black blob in his hand, a flicker of keen interest dancing in his eyes. "Now, let's see what you've been up to in my absence. I'm certain that you've had a conversation with her," he mused with a sinister smile. "This would determine your death, so if I were you, I hope you don't do something ignorant"

Flicking his fingers, the black blob glowed for a second with the same purple hue.

"Oh...? It seems I was correct, you did talk with her" the Executor whispered grimly.