The Invincible Full-Moon System
Chapter 1067 It's Unsightly

Chapter 1067  It's Unsightly

A couple of seconds were all she needed before she could escape from the battlefield.

Gistella was mere moments away from steering clear from the fight, but she was intercepted, and forced to halt her momentum abruptly. Even though the teleportation mark was about to activate, she couldn't go further as a creature stood in her way.

It was a creature made of pure darkness that had the curves of a humanoid woman.

On top of her body of pure darkness, sputtering dark purple aura, the same color as her eyes—her form was also adorned with golden accents, like accessories used in the past. Looking up at Gistella, the creature tilted her head.

"Are you going somewhere?" She asked, her voice was clear and ethereal.

Her voice made it seem like each and every single word was uttered two to three times.

Upon hearing this, Gistella's eyebrows dipped into a frown.

Appearance-wise, she could already tell that this creature was another summoned creature deployed by the Executor to keep an eye on her from the shadows. Gistella didn't even see or sense this creature monitoring her apart from the others.

Surely, the situation she was in was really sticky.

But even then, Gistella tries to keep a cold mind and contemplates her reply carefully.

"I already did what he wanted, and now I'm making myself a guarantee," "A guarantee...?"

"Just like I said to him, I want him to kill the Vampire Princess, and this fight has nothing to do with me. Staying here would only risk me getting in the way of the fight, and he might use me as a shield, so I'm leaving"

A cackle escaped the creature's mouth when she heard Gistella's daring words.

"Use you as a shield? It won't happen, the Werewolf Prince has zero chance of winning"

"Regardless, let me leave and I'll come back after the fight ends,"

Knowing that she couldn't outmuscle the creature before her as she couldn't sense the exact limit of her power, a battle of words was the only thing Gistella could do. She was capable of making an excuse on the spot, and there was a chance that she could leave.

"Go back to your palanquin,"

"If you are really that scared of me escaping, then you can come with me"

Gistella was desperately trying to reason here.

But in her mind, she only wanted to go further until the teleportation mark was activated.

A few more meters behind the creature than she would've been gone from here.

Despite the convincing excuse, able to make the creature ponder for a fleeting moment, the answer remains the same as the creature shakes her head once again, "No. Go back to your palanquin or I'll force you to go back"

Clicking her tongue, Gistella turned around.

She wanted to make an attempt as she was very near but refrained from doing so.

Attempting right now would only make her look very bad as the chances are too slim for her.

'How do I get out of here before the fight escalates...?' Gistella pondered dejectedly.

Meanwhile, on the frontline, the battle was becoming intense.

Both Maltrox and the Archdemon of Pride continued their vicious advancement, heading to the Human Army with bloodlust eyes, but were intercepted by a haunting silhouette—flying towards them, intercepting their movements.

Judging from the eerie air around this figure, it was not hard to recognize her as the Witch.

Separating from Brigitta and King John, she decided to confront the Archdemons who were closing in very quickly. Out of the other Supernaturals, they were already about fifty meters away from the Human Army.

Aside from the laser beams from the new model of tanks, nothing was able to injure them.

It would only be a matter of time before they reached the Human Army.

Due to that very reason, the Witch came in between with rigorous cursed energy around her.

Even though both Archdemons saw the Witch intercepting them, none of them seemed to be slowing their advancements. Maltrox was the one leading, and he let out a powerful roar, the overbearing cue that he wouldn't back away from this confrontation.

His mane started to flutter with demonic energy as he made a flaming dash.

Possessing ten times the size of the Witch's body or perhaps even more, his towering figure easily shadowed the Witch. In a blink of an eye, Maltrox charged at the Witch, slamming his head towards her.

Swoosh!

Clang!!

A frown crossed Maltrox's face when he saw the Witch blocked his charge, unflinching.

Not stopping at that, in the next second, he was sent crashing away.

Ignoring the rag-dolled Maltrox, the Archdemon of Pride appeared right beside the Witch in a flash before striking her with a vertical hammer fist. His attack hits the unsuspecting Witch—exploding the ground with Hellfire in the process.

But similarly, he frowned seeing his entire body heated up, as if he was burned alive.

"Hex of the Exiled?!" He exclaimed in shock.

Kaboom!!

Suffering the same fate as Maltrox, the Archdemon of Pride got thrown skywards.

Even the Executor couldn't resist the might of the five Forbidden Conjour of the Grimoire—a perfected method of curse made by the entire holders of the Witch of Chaos title. Both were underestimating the Witch too much.

Anything that doesn't possess cursed energy would replace it impossible to resist this power.

Making a big leap, the Witch landed before both Archdemons again.

"Given your knowledge of the Hex of the Exiled, both of you should know that attacking me is futile," the Witch asserted dominantly, her frightening eyes bearing down on Maltrox and the Archdemon of Pride who was still recovering from the previous attack.

Under the Hex of the Exiled effect, the damage the two caused got reflected back.

It was natural for them to be disoriented by their own powerful attacks.

Listening to the descending tone the Witch was using to address them, the two Archdemons began to sinisterly laugh. An occurrence that prompted a questioning frown to appear on the Witch's face, feeling that something was wrong.

"You shouldn't have acted like this, Witch," Maltrox commented raspingly.

But before the Witch could decipher what he meant by that, her senses picked up an aura.

Swoosh!

Out of nowhere, a humongous bear appeared behind her.

Not even being able to react in time, she got swiped with big paws across the battlefield.

"Kaahkk!" A grunt escaped her mouth as she screeched against the ground.

In the process, she hits a couple of Demons that were still charging at the Human Army.

Quickly recovering from the attack, she darted her eyes back to the Archdemons and found that there was another presence among them—the Archdemon of Sloth that boasted not a single trace of aura around its form.

Additionally, her eyes bear witness to a transformation happening to the other Archdemons.

Both Maltrox and the Archdemon of Pride were a Red Demon thus the two had their demonic cores spewing out hellfire chains, way more intense than the others, that tied them together—mixing them into a singular entity, enhanced by the Sin of Wrath and Pride simultaneously.

ROAR!!!

Standing in place of the two Archdemons was a bigger, and more monstrous Demon.

It oozes out demonic energy that attracts the white sphere in the sky.

Under the empowerment of the Sin of Wrath and Pride, both stimulated by the Witch's tone moments ago, the suppression from the white sphere hardly worked on them which caught the Witch off-guard.

Now she understand what Maltrox meant by what he said earlier.

'Tch! Dealing with these Demons is going to be troublesome,' She pondered in agitation.

Zooming out of the battle near the Human Army, there was a single figure piercing the entire charge of the Supernaturals with extreme precision. Her movement was simple yet fierce at the same time, akin to a gale of wind.

She was a hooded figure, clad in full armor of silver, and emanating arcane wind mana.

Humans who saw her would recognize her as the surviving pillar of humanity, Lady Brigitta.

Rather than remaining by King John's side, who valiantly held the line with a few of chosen Awakened, aiming to give the army more time to take more Supernaturals out first, Brigitta had a different objective in sight.

Her aim was to take down the Field Spell, empowering the entire Supernatural Army.

Carmilla was her main target.

"I'm going to kill all of you! Humanity will stand!" A resounding battle cry escaped her mouth.

Arcs and curves of blood dance in her vision as she cuts through the Supernaturals.

Equipped with only a longsword made of pure enchanted silver, she confronted the charging wave of Supernaturals heading in her direction. Many of them couldn't be underestimated—but Brigitta was faring well, her onslaught was a grand spectacle.

Clashing hand-to-hand with the Supernaturals, her arcane wind mana flutters violently.

Each swing of her longsword created a powerful gust of wind.

Moreover, the veins on the right side of her face protruded, visible through her skin, and their hue an unnatural shade of black. Similar to Edward, she too was corrupted by the Executor's power, though the corruption manifested differently in her.

Unlike Edward who gained a living armor, her wind element was corrupted instead.

One could see her wind mana containing a sliver of purple shade.

Nobody in the whole entire world has an element remotely close to her, she was the only one who had a corrupted element. Brigitta was way stronger with her new corrupted element, yet she was also suffering internally.

Harnessing her element puts a huge burden on her body.

But the cost was nothing compared to the triumph of humanity, she will persevere.

"Raaghh! Arcande Magic, Squall Assault!"

Swooosh!!!

Making a cleaving motion, Brigitta created a crescent-shaped energy slash that managed to split anything it touched into two. Only a handful of Vampires and Demons that were located before her when she launched this attack survived the attack.

It shows just how much her element got stronger to be able to do this kind of feat.

Fueled by the desire for triumph, Brigitta was relentless.

Just then, a colossal demon, towering like a monolith, interposed itself in her path and made a horrifying with its gargantuan arms toward the tiny, vexatious ant, wreaking havoc amidst their ranks.

Each lumber step quaked the earth beneath its immense weight.

Gazing at this colossal Demon with determination, a pair of wings sprouted on her back.

Flapping her wings strongly, she harnessed every last ounce of arcane mana within her and confronted the colossal Demon's arms—threatening to crush her beneath their weight, with her sharp longsword in defiance.

Crash!!

Surprisingly, her strike brought a terrifying power and knocked the colossal Demon back.

Its humongous body stumbled back and fell, followed by a wailing cry.

Upon seeing the colossal Demon's body come crashing down, a collection of Vampire mages made a light gesture with their hands and threw the colossal Demon to the side, avoiding the colossal Demon to crush them and Carmilla.

Looking at this, Brigitta felt a sense of invincibility coursing through her veins.

But in the next second, her pupils dilated at the sight of a red beam.

Crash!!

'Wh- What happened...?'

Brigitta questioned herself as she looked at the thunderclouds-covered sky with wide eyes.

She was flying earlier yet now she was back on the ground.

'Did I get slammed back down?'

Glancing to the side, she found a Vampire adorned in a clean regal tunic and cloaks, clasping her face with a firm grip. A pair of crimson eyes regarded her with unsettling calmness as if nothing could stir this Vampire's emotions.

He was the one responsible for slamming Brigitta to the ground.

It happened so fast that even she couldn't grasp her head around what had happened.

From the glasses of her eyes, she thought she had teleported.

"Please, don't think that you are invincible," the Vampire whispered raspingly.

Pressing Brigitta's face stronger, deepening the crater behind her, the Vampire maintained a look of nonchalance—his expression stoic, "Such a look doesn't suit you, it's unsightly. In the end, this power isn't truly yours but the Executor's, so don't presume arrogance as if you are the one who owned it..."