The Invincible Full-Moon System-Chapter 1097 An Executor No Longer

"Kaahkk...!"

In another part of the Dead Man's Creek, the Executor is hurtled and crashes hard.

Blood gushed from his mouth as he sustained a forceful strike that sent him staggering back.

Standing on his way to reach his goal, the Shapeshifters, blending with the environment and couldn't be set apart seamlessly managed to strike the Executor with a ruthless attack, their collective tentacles morphing into a formidable whip that lashed out at the Executor.

Observing his surroundings, the Executor couldn't tell where the Shapeshifters were.

He couldn't believe anything that he was seeing right now.

A tree or even an inanimate object like a boulder might be a Shapeshifter in disguise.

Not to mention—on top of the Shapeshifters that somehow managed to put him in an illusion world—they also cloaked some Passues in the area with their power, fully erasing their scent—sound, and even aura.

The Executor was constantly attacked and always on edge.

Pivoting his gaze downward, he could see a grotesque, bleeding cut below his abdomen. freeweɓnøvel.com

Knowing that defeating the Executor with their own power is hard—the Shapeshifters opted to use the Passues to their advantage instead—and it was evidently working. Looking at the Executor from the shadows, Lyra smiled as her plan worked.

It was evident that the Executor was not in his best shape.

He needs to constantly focus on the chaos monsters to heal them alongside fighting.

Not to mention, he was exhausted from summoning the chaos duplicate.

Due to those very reasons, the Executor was now stranded in complete solitude, surrounded by Shapeshifters who wanted to kill him. Panting heavily, his pupils were dilated as more and more attack came at him, and he was forced to up his defense.

Mere seconds passed, and he already parried six consecutive, vicious attacks.

Each one of them was fueled with the dark power of the Shapeshifters.

As time passed, more wounds appeared on his body, and the Shapeshifters became bolder.

Coming out of the shadows, the Shapeshifters—particularly those from the third generation, attack the Executor directly. Every attack came from a group of three Shapeshifters or even more, overwhelming the Executor.

However, even though he was exhausted, the Executor was not a pushover.

Boom!

Flaring his chaos energy, the Executor vaporizes three Shapeshifters around him.

Regardless of the innate mutation that these third-generation Shapeshifters had that boosts their resilience, the Shapeshifters couldn't block the Executor's attack. But even then—more Shapeshifters came to replace their fallen comrades.

More and more Shapeshifters fell, and corpses started piling around him.

But the Executor's condition was also getting worse.

It kept going until eventually, the Executor lost his focus and got enthralled by tentacles.

Bashed on the face by two Shapeshifters that morphed their arms into a shield, the Executor was dazed and got his limbs wrapped by dozens of tentacles that gripped him. He could not react in time and got held in place.

Appearing ten meters away from the Executor was Lyra, her form was oozing with power.

"Hello, Fifthborn..." She greeted and strode closer.

Upon hearing this, the Executor looks up and recognizes a familiar face, he recognizes Lyra.

"I have never seen you act like this," Lyra mused, sizing the Executor up and down. "Not once have I thought that you would act this way when you have always been meek and indecisive, is it because your siblings are not here? Was that the reason for this act of yours?"

Listening to her mockery, the Executor grimaced, his face was darkened.

Her words irritate his eardrums, and he showed it clearly.

Crossing her arms in front of her at the reaction, knowing that her guess was true, Lyra could not help but feel amused. It was a great feeling to be in this setting, looking down on a being feared by many Supernaturals.

She never had the chance in the past, but the Royal Black Prince made it possible now.

Fortifying her safety, more Shapeshifters circled the Executor.

Harnessing their dark powers, they cast a binding spell on him—securing him further.

It was only then that Lyra stood in front of the Executor.

"Regardless of what you think of yourself right now—you will never possess the power to do anything alone," She continued—giving a signal to the other Shapeshifter as he knocked the Executor to his knees. "A defect will always be a defect..."

Like thunder, her voice echoed inside the Executor's ears.

Her words exploded inside his mind, surfacing the past as the Executor clenched his fists.

———

Inside an expansive chamber, a haven of gold and white splendor is the Fifthborn.

He is draped in a reinforced leather tunic, high combat boots, and a black hooded cloak with purple shade accents. Resting upon his noble brow was a crown of regal purple, a symbol of a high-ranking individual, adorned with meticulously crafted leaves that shimmered lightly.

A crown reserved only for those with special privileges.

Currently, the Fifthborn was facing another figure, violently glaring at him.

Judging from the medallion she wore, and the air around her, she seemed to be a general.

Or at least, a high-ranking individual in the military.

Remaining silent for a prolonged amount of time, fixing a piercing gaze at the Fifthborn who kept his head hung low—the general tilted her head. Though she heard the report that was brought by the Fifthborn, she couldn't help but feel there must be some kind of mistake.

She waited for the Fifthborn to clarify, but there was nothing coming out of his mouth.

It was only then that the general realized that there was no mistake.

"You brought a thousand Awakened to repel the daring Angels that boldly decided to siege a portion of Viscount Eannuld's land, and you managed to do exactly that, but you lost three...? Three commanders?" the general recounted blatantly.

But as she said that, the anger became more and more evident on her face.

Kept looking to the ground, the Fifthborn nodded, "Yes..."

"I decided to send one of the Executors," the general started, oozing with lethal energy that spread throughout the chamber. "wanting to minimize the losses against the Angel's forces, and yet this is the result?! Where will we put our faces if we lose that much in such a small-scale battle?!"

Boom!!

Standing on the side were two other figures wearing the same crown as the Fiftborn.

Upon hearing their conversation, the two cackled quietly.

However, even though they wanted to be discreet, their volume was enough to be heard.

"What are the two of you laughing at?" the general asked sharply.

Clearing his throat, one of the two figures advanced, a cheeky smile playing on his lips as he leveled a condescending gaze at the Fifthborn. "My apologies for any impertinence, General—but please be understanding to my little bother. He's, well, how should I put this, still trying to find his footing?"

Recognizing the blatant ridicule, the general glanced at the Fifthborn.

But she found that the Fiftborn was not reacting, he didn't say anything to the mockery.

"Is that so? Aren't you Executors birthed strong and perfect?" the general raised an eyebrow.

Smiling innocently, the figure shrugged his shoulders, "We are intended to be that, yes, but it doesn't apply to all of us. Anyway, let me handle the matters—I'll make sure to not disappoint you, General"

"What are you going to do?" the general asked, interested.

Confidently, the figure replied, "Of course, I'll strike a blow to the Angels to make it even"

"Good, you do that and report to me when you're done," the general nodded.

Now that the matter was resolved, she gracefully took her leave, mindful of the myriad tasks awaiting her attention. In times of war, relaxation was a luxury none could afford, particularly not one of her standing.

As soon as she left the chamber, the two figures turned to the Fifthborn instantly.

Both were looking at him with distaste in their eyes.

Instead of the figure who was talking to the general earlier—the figure who remained silent throughout the exchange approached the Fifthborn. As the figure drew near, the Fifthborn could feel a shiver down his spine.

"I tried my best, Percival, leave me alone..." the Fifthborn muttered with a shaky voice.

Giving no mind to the Fifthborn's words, the figure, Percival unleashed his chaos energy.

In mere seconds, the chaos energy that his form was emanating spread to the entirety of the chamber they were in, cracking the walls and everything inside with its might. Arriving before Fifthborn, Percival pulled his arm back.

Unleashing a forceful grunt, he punched the Fifthborn hard on the fact.

His punch sent ripples through the dimension and sent the Fifthborn crashing into the wall.

One punch is all it takes to completely crack the Fifthborn's skull open.

Grabbing the Fifthborn's hair roughly, Percival lifted him up and struck another blow directly to his abdomen—cracking and shattering the armor he was wearing instantly, "I warned you once, and I said that I will not tolerate you staining our reputation, Fifthborn,"

"I'm- I'm not trying to, please, brother...!" the Fifthborn pleaded, cradling his stomach.

But Percival was irked when he heard the Fifthborn calling him brother.

Showing relentless brutality, Percival delivered a merciless stomp to the Fifthborn's stomach, the force piercing through his form and cracking the floor beneath him. It was another strong blow that damaged his internal organs severely, gauging out more blood from his mouth.

Not stopping at that, Percival delivered a few more for great measure.

"Woah, calm down or you'll kill him," the other figure commented from behind playfully.

But Percival didn't mind him and looked down arrogantly at the Fifthborn.

"Don't you ever call me brother again," He said hatefully. "Being associated at the same level as you is a disgrace for me. We, the Executors are pure, free from any form of weakness, but you, on the other hand, are impure, riddled with weaknesses. To think that you even failed at such a meager task is even worse than I expected. You are a part of the Executors no longer—the Executors only has four members, and it will be applied immediately"

"Even Father thinks the same, which is why you are only the Fifthborn, nameless" He added.

Pivoting around, Percival headed to the door with rough steps.

Casting the Fifthborn one last time, the other Executor waved at him, "Bye-bye, defect!"

Raising his blurry gaze, the Fifthborn reaches out his hand weakly.

"B- Brother..."

———

Lyra was able to trigger the Executor's past trauma to haunt him once again.

Despite the Executors being notorious in the ancient past, she was one of the few who knew that the Fifthborn was ostracized by his own brothers for not being anywhere near as strong as the others.

She used this method as it would be effective in stalling time as Rex requested.

From the looks of it, she was right.

'Regardless of how weakened he is, there's no chance for us to kill him. We can only injure him and pin him down like this, but other than that, we don't have anything to kill him with. It's up to the Royal Black Prince to do it,' Lyra pondered with a nod.

A high concentration of energy was needed to kill the Executor permanently.

Something that the Shapeshifters are incapable of producing.

"Go and report to the Royal Black Prince that we managed to capture the Executor, but there is no saying for how long," Lyra instructed a Shapeshifter, and the Shapeshifter deftly moved in haste to deliver the report.

However, as soon as the Shapeshifter left, Lyra noticed the Field Spell was trembling.

It was the Field Spell that created an illusionary world for the Executor.

Due to the complexity of the Field Spell—able to remain even if the Enchanter was dead, the Field Spell is hard to deactivate or even influence. But now—it was trembling visibly, and this made Lyra quickly turn to look at the Executor again.

Just as she turned around, she witnessed the sight of the Executor's chaos energy riling up.

His body began to be blurred by the purple heat he emanated.

Before Lyra could even react, commanding more Shapeshifters to bind the Executor, another figure came to the fray like a shadow and decapitated two of the Shapeshifters who were in full focus to keep binding the Executor.

With a swing of his silvery spear, the figure broke the binding spell and freed the Executor.

One look is all it takes for Lyra to recognize him as another corrupted Human.

One that Rex warned her about earlier—Edward.