The Invincible Full-Moon System-Chapter 1073 Contradicting Assertion

Hope seems to be lost.

Rex already used everything he had to block the Executor's attack to no avail.

Even the strengthening effect he gained from the Blood Devourer was not working—and the Amuerus Katana's effect was not working if he couldn't land a hit on the Executor. Turns out the Executor's infamous notoriety was absolutely justified.

No wonder the Supernaturals bore hatred but are also afraid of him.

The Executor's strength is greater than any being that has ever walked the new era.

A being of true strength, destined to sit at the peak of power.

Pushing through the pain with no sign of giving up, Rex retaliated with his dual weapons.

But even then, with a mere flick of the Executor's tails, Rex's attack was effortlessly parried, and both weapons were slapped from his grasp, spinning through the air before stabbing the ground not far from their position.

"Still retaliating? Your stubbornness truly knows no bounds," the Executor mocked.

Rex smirked back dauntingly, "A perk I gain from having to experience the crucible of being weak, something you will never get and understand. You view earned power as a facade of the weak, full of weaknesses—but to me, it's one of my greatest strengths,"

Upon hearing this, the chaos energy within the Executor's body flared like fire.

"Is that so? Then let us see this strength of yours!"

Swoosh!

Out of nowhere, the chaos energy traveled through the Executor's arm and into Rex.

At that moment, Rex could see and sense clearly the relentless infiltration of chaos energy—into the crevices of his being, akin to an unyielding tidal surge. It surged through him, straight to his very core, and moved toward his mind, strangling his thoughts and causing his eyes to roll back, their irises tinted with the ominous shade of purple.

His vision was covered with a blanket of chaos, and his mind was sucked somewhere else.

Pant!

Pant!

Breathing roughly, Rex opened his eyes and found himself in a different setting.

Underneath him was not the dry ground of the battlefield but floors instead. It took him only a moment to recognize where he was, the floor was very familiar to him, and when he raised lifted his gaze, his eyes widened in shock.

No matter what angles he arrived at this place, he would always recognize this place.

"Is this the strength you speak of...?" Standing in front of him near the window viewing the full moon was the Executor.

With a tight grip, he held the necks of Rex's deceased biological parents, their eyes brimming with tears as they struggled to break free. In a wicked mind play, the Executor evilly replaces Ruston, delving into one of Rex's darkest memories.

One that still remains unpleasant to remember, possibly even to the end of time.

Rex sprung to his feet and lunged at the Executor, attempting to claw the smirk off his face.

However, his hand which was supposed to claws landed on the Executor's face.

But it did nothing to him.

"You claim that the experience of weakness is important, it's the source of your power," the Executor said, sneering, his expression twisted with malice. "But it seems your current state contradicts that assertion, all I see from you is anything but power," He added before with a single deft motion, he crushed both of Rex's biological parents' necks, killing them instantly.

Thud!

Both of their lifeless bodies fell to the floor with a heavy thud.

Looking down at them with wide eyes, Rex could see their blood making its way to his feet.

In mere seconds, their blood touches the tip of his feet.

Despite wearing shoes, he shuddered as if he could feel the wetness of the blood directly.

Not even giving Rex any time to recover from what he was seeing, the surroundings blurred again and changed into a different setting. Now Rex was standing in a ruined neighborhood, one that he also recognized instantly.

Mrs. Greene and Robert were standing side by side with the Executor towering behind them.

Just like he did to Rex's biological parents, the Executor impaled them both with his claws—spewing their blood onto Rex's face, forcing him to turn to the side with glassy eyes. It was another, but fresher, dark memory Rex didn't want to remember.

He was forced to relieve his trauma directly for the second time.

It was unclear how the Executor managed to do this, but it felt so real that Rex was stunned.

Approaching Rex with steady strides, the Executor stood towering before him.

Shoving Mrs. Greene and Robert's lifeless bodies to Rex's face, he tilted his head, "Where in this experience do you find strength?" He challenged with a cutting tone. "Your experiences have only bred weakness within you which is why only those who are born with power, pure without any weaknesses could achieve absolute strength. As for you..."

"You will die as your weakling parents did. Meaningless, helpless, weeping, and pitiful..."

A thunderous boom echoed inside Rex's head.

Even though these memories are things that kept him going through his hard times, Rex has to admit that he couldn't deny that there was a semblance of truth in what the Executor was saying—these experiences also birthed weaknesses inside of him.

If I am given the liberty to choose, I'd rather these painful moments never happen.

Rex reflected in silence.

He would never choose to have both of his biological and foster parents die unjustly.

Undoubtedly, these experiences scarred him deep inside.

Contemplating deeply, doubts began to surface in his mind like a high tide.

Am I really unfit to reach absolute power? Did the System make a mistake choosing me?

Oblivious to him, the surroundings morphed again into normal.

Returning to the present reality, the Executor's eyes gradually freed from the clutches of his own chaos energy and so does Rex. Despite this, Rex remained motionless even though the Executor was still clutching his neck tightly.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Carmilla saw what was happening and gritted her teeth.

Even with the Blood Devourer, the Executor was still too strong.

On top of that, she could also see that Rex was not responding, "Do not allow him to get into your mind, Royal Black Prince! Should you falter at this moment, the army would be doomed—the situation is dire enough as it is!'

'Was all of that bravado nothing but empty words...?' She questioned.

Breaking character, Carmilla clenched both of her fists, hoping that this was not the end.

Remembering what Rex said earlier, she trusts that this shouldn't be the end.

He said it himself, as long as he was still breathing, he would not stop fighting.

Roar!!

Graahh!!

Glancing to the side, Carmilla's countenance was ashen as she saw the army was faltering.

Apart from influencing the Executor himself, his transformation into the Gladiator Form that overpowered the First Breath also catalyzed a surge in the Human Army's morale and their offensive output that was enhanced by the Executor himself. All of their weapons hit harder, reacting to the Executor's increase in power.

Earlier, they were having problems with the stronger Supernaturals—those who were at the eighth rank or above prior to the First Breath, but now the Human Army is more effective in taking them as their attacks were enhanced by Chaos mana.

In response to this, a sky-high black blood energy shoots into the sky.

Carmilla's body flared with more energy—able to ignite a reaction from the white sphere.

Swish!

Despite the suppression beam hitting her, she perseveres.

She exerted more force to help her Vampire brethren to stave off the turning tide of war.

But that took a heavy toll on her body as she began to bleed from her nose, eyes, and ears.

Knowing the gravity of her task bestowed upon her by Elder Nolacula to aid the Royal Black Prince, she resolved not to withhold anything. It was do-or-die. Even if it meant pushing her body to its limits, and dying from overexertion—she would embrace her fate as it would be more honorable than not giving it her all.

Kaboom!!

Near Carmilla's position, Brigitta was pinned down by Lord Marcus.

She saw the sight of Rex being choked by the Executor on the far side and was excited.

A manic smile bloomed across her face as she glared at Lord Marcus.

Taking down Brigitta was nothing for Lord Marcus, he was the most trusted pions in his own family who had dealt with threats even scarier than the corrupted Brigitta. However, he was slightly surprised when a surge of energy came from Brigitta.

Lifting his foot off of Brigitta's chest, he created distance with an evident frown.

Not knowing what Brigitta was doing, it was best to keep his distance.

As Brigitta rose to her feet, a sense of foreboding swept through the Vampires in her vicinity, attuned to the dangerous air she exuded. Smeared with a darkening visage—the corrupted wind elements, tainted by chaos began to flicker ominously across her skin.

Instead of exploding outwards, this corrupted wind seeped back into her very skin.

"I'm going to-" Brigitta whispered inaudibly.

Lord Marcus and the other Vampires couldn't hear what she was saying.

But then, a painful grunt escaped her mouth when something happened.

Subsequently, her form began to radiate an inner luminescence, captivating the onlookers as the mana around her began to change. Concurrently, her very physique was also undergoing some form of metamorphosis, one that subjects her to excruciating tribulation.

Everyone was so entranced by this sight that none of them moved from their spot.

Just then, Brigitta raised her gaze, exposing her maniacal smile.

Half of her was already scorched by the chaos energy within her, making her more menacing than before. She began to cackle like a lunatic, the chaos energy seemed to also corrupt her personality—turning her mad.

"I'm going to kill you all!" She screamed—her laughter persisted and became louder.

At the sight of this, the Vampires frowned.

"Lord Marcus, what is happening to her? Should we strike her?" One Vampire asked warily.

Out of most of them, Lord Marcus is more experienced in fighting humans.

Scrutinizing Brigitta's metamorphosis, Lord Marcus' brows dipped into an evident frown. He remembered seeing something like this before, a sense of déjà vu washed over him—but it was a long time ago so it was hard for him to remember.

As no answer came from him, the other Vampires readied their weapons.

In case something unexpected happens, all of them would deal with it and protect Carmilla.

"Groaarghh!!" If the ancient humans could subjugate you—crush all of you into mere slaves," Brigitta's voice thundered, resonating with fierce determination. The pulsating purple light, emanating from within her intensified, turning her into a bright star. "Then we will do it again! Humanity will reclaim its supremacy, we will always stay at the pinnacle!!"

Kaboom!!

Protecting himself from the shockwave that blasted from her, Lord Marcus' eyes widened.

He finally came to a realization of what was happening.

Even though the possibility was slim, the natural instincts of survival made it very possible.

Strike!! Attack her right now!!" Lord Marcus' voice cut through the tension, urgency dripping from every word. "Don't let that light consume her completely! Kill her right now! We can't allow her to finish!" His command echoed, beads of cold sweat tracing down his trembling form, a testament to the gravity of the moment.

In reflex, five strong Vampires darted, doing exactly what Lord Marcus was saying.

All of them react quickly, hearing the urgency in Lord Marcus' tone.

No matter the reason, they must act now.

Meanwhile, one Vampire asked in confusion, "What's wrong? What is she doing, Marcus?"

"Wha-" Lord Marcus started, startled by the Vampire's interruption, before swiftly regaining his composure, mindful of the other's higher rank. "I've witnessed it happening once before. Since it was rare, I didn't think that it was what was happening. But now I'm sure—Evolution, her bloodline is evolving!"

Upon hearing this, the other Vampire sucked in a cold breath and looked at Brigitta again.

Grinding his teeth, he clutches his weapon in hand.

'A human is evolving...? I never knew that it was possible!' He screamed inwardly in shock.