The Invincible Full-Moon System

Chapter 1047  Veil of Death

Both races were the most dominant forces in the early days.

During that time, mutated animals were also a fierce contender for the top of the food chain.

Everywhere he goes, the danger of death always loomed over him.

Origins and their forces clashed over territories and resources, expanding their nations and annihilating anything that stood in their path. By the time Flunra was twenty years old, the sight of blood and death had no impact on him anymore.

It had become the norm, this is simply life.

Sometimes, due to the threat of the mutated animals, there was a cease-fire between them.

A hopeful semblance of peace.

Flunra has tasted peace and doesn\'t know how to feel.

However, things changed for the worse when Humans started to gain power.

Joining the great game to rule the entire world, the Humans soon dominated the entire fight and expanded massively. Each of the existing Supernatural races was defeated, and slowly had their territories taken by the Human empire.

All due to a single Human that changed the entire course of the war.

From that point on, the Supernatural races banded together and wage war against Humans.

Moreover, from that point on, war has never stopped, even once.

Nothing will change as everyone is busy thinking for themselves—one has vied for peace.

But it was different now.

Due to the stroke of luck or fate, Flunra found himself becoming a member of the notorious Silverstar Pack, with an Alpha that had a desire, albeit unclear, for peace. Rex has shown an extraordinary talent, forcing Flunra to believe that he might be the one.

In his era, peace might actually come true.

Only the strong is respected in this world, and Rex has the potential to suppress everyone.

Just like the Human who dominated all Supernatural races in the past.

An opportune moment also came with the awakening of the Executor. Flunra realized that the Executor was not favored by the Humans of the new era, reflected by Giana, one of the pillars of humanity came seeking Rex\'s help. If anything, with the Executor acting as a common enemy, peace might actually sprout.

Peace will be more likely after the Executor\'s demise.

It was unclear whether this desire for peace stemmed from a hidden desire deep within him or from a profound respect for Rex, making his desires align with Rex\'s. Nevertheless, Flunra understood that if Dorlus continued, the prospect of peace would vanish in an instant.

"By the decree of the Lunirich Gods, I will execute"

Positioning the radiant blue spear in front of the weakened Adhara, Dorlus\' eyes flickered.

He was exuding the hue of violence, undisturbed by Flunra\'s plea.

"No... Please, Dorlus! It could be me, don\'t do this!"

Flunra\'s one last shout acted as a signal for Dorlus as he ignored the plea and infused more moonlight energy into the spear. In a jolt of the moment, the spear fired forward with a fast motion, hitting Adhara\'s stomach cleanly.

Splash!

BOOM!

"NO!!" Flunra screamed in horror, he couldn\'t believe Dorlus really went for it.

Beneath the relentless thrust of the spear, Adhara\'s eyes widened in agony. A mouthful of blood escaped her lips as she was violently hurtled, crashing into the wall with a powerful shake—impaled through the abdomen brutally, pinning her on the wall.

Like a blossoming flower, her blood splattered behind her, dying the wall with gore.

In slow motion, Adhara\'s body reverted back to her human form.

She was hissing in extreme pain before her head hung low, and her body lost its strength.

"W- What have you done...?" Flunra uttered whisperingly.

Dread gripped him tightly as he beheld the horrifying spectacle, a silent scream trapped in his throat as his gaze locked onto the nightmarish scene. Both of his eyes reflecting pure, unbridled terror of the consequences of this moment.

Upon seeing his expression, Dorlus, in a twisted way, was very amused.

"Fear not, Arnulf. I made sure her demise won\'t be swift," Dorlus said with chilling composure as he nonchalantly approached Flunra once more, seizing his head. "I made sure to make her demise a slow descent into agony, allowing you the pleasure of witnessing the gradual death brought by the White Omicron, while I torture you slowly... and painfully..."

Despite the threat, Flunra\'s ears were ringing violently right now.

He couldn\'t hear a word he said.

Moreover, even if he heard what Dorlus said, he wouldn\'t break down in fear of the threat.

Flunra was more fearful of the consequences if Adhara met her death.

Even though Dorlus was already smacking his lips in anticipation, readying himself to torture the living hell out of Flunra to repay all he did in the past, Flunra only fixed his eyes onto the pinned Adhara on the wall.

Blood kept on drizzling down the wall from her impaled stomach.

It was a brutal scene that numbed his mind.

However, a string of sanity snapped him out of his daze before his eyes regained their light.

Diverting his gaze from Adhara, his resolute eyes fixed back upon the princess. No matter what, he was determined, fully committing to fulfill Adhara\'s wish by successfully awakening the princess, and finishing the task given by Iseldra.

Swoosh...

Just like that, he began to put all of his focus on awakening the princess.

Observing Flunra desperately pouring all his efforts into completing the awakening process, Dorlus laughed as he had never seen Flunra this pathetic. Even in the face of death, he had never exhibited such profound desperation in his countenance before.

He always kept his composure and found a way out of the impossible.

Now, Flunra already accepted that there was no way out, and did the only thing that matters.

"Good, keep trying, Arnulf," Dorlus uttered in satisfaction. "Don\'t break down on me, I want to have some more fun with you. It\'ll be too disappointing if you lost your mind already before I could torture you"

Licking his blue claws, Dorlus advanced and swung vertically, aiming at Flunra\'s shoulder.

Slash!

He aimed at the shoulder that was already wounded from earlier.

It forces Flunra to writhe in pain.

Even then, he perseveres through the pain, desperately praying for the princess to wake up.

With the current state of the situation, only the princess could help.

Only the Ice and Snow Princess could hope to defeat Dorlus, a third-generation Werewolf, possessing incredible strength and combat power. Not even Flunra, with all of his growth, could hope to defeat Dorlus.

Flunra needed help in order to do that.

Maybe if Adhara was still fine and they fought together, there\'s a chance to win.

But now, fighting Dorlus alone, the chance of winning is very small.

In the next few minutes, there were only Flunra\'s screams filling the entire place as Dorlus\' atrocities commenced—testing Flunra\'s regenerative abilities to the fullest. He was toyed with and tortured, suffering gruesome wounds over and over again.

Dorlus was completely sadistic, and brutal.

He waited for Flunra\'s wounds to recover, before torturing him again.

His spite for Flunra, who always slipped out of his hands in the past, made him act like this.

Additionally, Dorlus came prepared, taking out a pouch of silver powder.

It was not a regular pouch of silver powder either, it was enchanted, capable of hurting any Werewolf five times than normal silver powder would. Casting a devilish smile, he grasped Flunra\'s muzzle and force-feed him the enchanted silver powder.

Flunra felt his mouth and throat melting, trying to spit out the silver powder but couldn\'t.

Completely different from messy torture, Dorlus feeds him enough silver powder so that his regenerative abilities won\'t be overwhelmed—creating a perpetual state of pain as the silver powder wrestles with the regenerative abilities equally.

Just from this alone, it was clear that Dorlus was already preparing himself for this moment.

He already planned to do this from the start.

Meanwhile, Adhara choked on her own blood, gasping for breath roughly.

Every part of her body was hurting severely, the pain made her extremely weak, showcasing the extent of the damage she suffered. Moving her hand was akin to moving a heavy anchor, and each movement caused a sharp pain.

A crimson cascade painted her world, draining her vitality.

Despite the pain, she could hear each of her heartbeats in her ears, echoing in the hollow cavern of her weakening body. Darkness crept, her world blurred, and her senses dimmed, with the cruel reality of mortality clutched her.

\'How- How long did I pass out...?\' She muttered inwardly.

It was obvious that she passed out earlier.

Moreover, she also couldn\'t remember what had happened to her.

Adhara only remembered seeing Dorlus piercing her chest and hauling her from the ground.

After that, she couldn\'t remember anything.

Time slowed down in the harrowing moment, and the boundary between life and death was blurred. Breathing heavily—each causing a sharp sting, she struggled and raised her gaze to look to her front. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Even through her blurred vision, she could tell that Flunra was in trouble.

His screams of agony echoed inside this dome.

Realizing that the battle persisted with the princess still unawakened, Adhara\'s instinct took over and forced her to raise her hands and grab ahold of the spear. Despite her attempts to extract it, more blood spewed from her mouth and stomach.

It made her even weaker as her regenerative abilities were blocked completely.

Dorlus infused the power of the Yule Moon into the spear.

Swoosh!

Looking down at the spear, she saw the small Flamy was extremely worried about her.

Flamy tried to overpower the Yule Moon\'s power with its own fire to no avail.

Adhara smiled weakly when she saw this, trying to tell Flamy that she was fine even though she was clearly not fine. Regardless of her burning desire to break free and help Flunra, she realized that she couldn\'t do it.

Her body reached its limit.

Dorlus was too strong, and the Yule Moon\'s power was too strong.

On the tip of her breath, she tried to keep her eyes open, desperately trying to stay awake.

She feared that if she passed out, she wouldn\'t wake up anymore.

\'Am I dying...?\' Adhara uttered as her breaths started to become shorter and shorter.

Keeping her eyes forward, she reached out her shaky hand, conjuring a violet-purple fireball—the last vestige of her fire powers that she could gather. Not even taking the time to aim, she fired the fireball, striking Dorlus squarely in the back.

Boom!

In a desperate attempt to help Flunra, this is all she could do right now.

Undisturbed by the purple fireball, waving it as nothing but a tickle to his back, Dorlus turned before he laughed maniacally, seeing that Adhara was still defiant even in the face of death, and it was quite pitiful to see.

"Look at her, Arnulf! Watch as she breathed her last breath" Dorlus exclaimed.

He grabbed Flunra\'s head, forcing his exhausted eyes to look at Adhara—pinned on the wall.

Closing his ears, Dorlus added, "Any second now... Let\'s watch and bid her goodbye"

"L- Lady Adhara..." Flunra uttered weakly, his body torn to shreds.

Despite the deadly predicament they were in, Flunra\'s eyes flashed back to life as Adhara\'s unyielding will gave power to him. He pressed on to awaken the princess in defiance, giving nothing except awakening the princess his focus.

But seeing that the tiara was aglow brightly, Dorlus decided that it was enough.

He would resume this after he stopped the process.

Brandishing his predatory claws, stained with the amalgamation of Adhara\'s and Flunra\'s blood, he poised them menacingly before Flunra\'s eyes, wearing a malicious smirk, "Now, come and bid your farewell to your arms. Know that this time, unlike the past, you won\'t be able to regenerate them..."

Upon hearing this, Flunra gritted his teeth as he watched Dorlus slashing at his arms.

If he lost his arms, then it\'s over, they would fail miserably.

On the other hand, Dorlus\' smile spread wider and wider as his claws were nearing Flunra\'s arms, intending to sever them. However, in the last second, the sharp part of his claws met against a steely resistance.

Clang!

"What...?" Dorlus raised his eyebrows in utter shock.