The Invincible Full-Moon System

A structure was formed naturally between the three captains after the great war.

Knowing each others' strengths and weaknesses—there was no doubt that Gelmar stood at the top, the strongest captain of the Clarentium Empire. Since the evolution of his bloodline, he had grown so strong.

Individual strength-wise, Gelmar was the strongest.

He could beat the other two captains in a duel.

Dindora excels in wide-scale battles, she has more utilities to shift the tide of a battle.

On the other hand, Linthia is the strongest mental and spell-wise.

If she managed to achieve her evolution, she would undoubtedly be a terrifying support.

Now, ever since his evolution to Midnight Steel Elf bloodline, he became more attuned to the breeze of wind in the night. He could locate danger, through supernatural whispers—making him someone who wouldn't get ambushed easily.

Gelmar was no fool.

He could sense the oddness of these people and sniffed their bad intentions.

President Sebrof didn't send them here, someone else did.

But the question still remains, who?

'Ten people... No, more than that, are hiding other than these four'

As Gelmar followed the group—his eyes darted left, and right, locating the people—who were hiding from him. Most of them are covered in a concealment spell but covering the entirety of their presence would be hard.

None of them has the same level of stealth as Kyran so there was bound to be a mistake.

In this case, Gelmar was able to hear the change in sound from the wind.

His pointy ears picked up the shift in the wind and managed to detect them.

"I know you're not sent here by President Sebrof. If you're planning to attack me, I suggest you rethink your decision. I am taught by my Emperor to show no mercy—so, if it started, I can't hold back..."

Upon hearing this, the four figures stopped dead in their tracks.

All of them didn't move and stayed silent.

But each one of them could feel the tension rising like currents, increasing with each second.

"Now!"

One of the soldiers at the front commanded, turning and raising his rifle to shoot.

Gelmar swiftly moved when he sensed the twitch in their muscles.

Drawing the sword from its sheath, he executes a cleaving, circular arc to his behind.

Late to react, the slash sliced through the rifles of the soldiers behind him and with another stroke, the steaming sword slashed through their armor, drawing the first blood. Gelmar did not stop there and turned into a shadow, activating a movement spell of his.

He closed the distance to another soldier, thrusting and pulling his blade with precision.

As he did that, he brandished his sword, cleaning it from the drawn blood.

All of this happened in the time it took for the soldier at the front to ready his rifle to shoot.

"Do you still want to keep going?"

Suddenly, the last soldier gulped when he felt the tip of the blade touching his neck.

Gelmar was already poised and ready to kill the soldier if need be.

Of course, the soldier also already pointed at Gelmar's heart with a finger on the trigger.

In hindsight, the soldier felt like there was a chance that he was faster.

But instinctively, he could feel that death would come and take him if he tried to do so.

Seeing that the soldier's finger on the trigger loosened, Gelmar nodded inwardly—as he was now able to use this soldier as a hostage, 'Making a move under the name of the president, I think the one—who orchestrated this, is one of the Humans' higher-ups. I needed to capture one and question him'

Knowing that Rex has a history with President Sebrof, Gelmar would play nice.

He would save President Sebrof some trouble if he executed this well.

Just as he thought of that, however, the soldier raised both of his hands.

Gelmar knew this gesture, this was the gesture Humans used if they were surrendering.

Clink!

Hearing a light metallic sound, Gelmar looked down and saw a pin below him.

Raising his gaze again, he saw the soldier already pulled out and activated a grenade.

"Long live the alliance!"

Kaboom!!

Not expecting the soldier to be brave enough to be a suicide bomber—Gelmar was propelled back, from the explosion. He felt his skin was scorched, the explosion seemed to be boosted by something—it was not a regular grenade.

Crashing to the ground, Gelmar quickly recovered.

He wanted to stand up but groaned when he felt pain across his body.

Inspecting his body, he saw multiple shrapnel penetrating his skin deeply.

Gelmar grabbed a piece and pulled it out.

Looking at this piece, he quickly realized that it was silver, enhanced pure silver.

"Graargghkk!" Gelmar grunted in pain when the pure silver began to scorch his insides.

Despite the change in the era, silver is still the bane of most Supernaturals.

Even though the pain was extremely sharp and debilitating, Gelmar couldn't sit still, his ears perked when he heard a rattling sound of gunshots, rapid bursts from a machine gun. In the next second, before the bullets arrived, Gelmar already dissolved into a liquid shadow.

Several dozens of meters to the side.

"Where did he go?!"

"Keep your guards up, he's definitely still in the area!"

Six soldiers in sleek advanced armor could be seen behind a cover, three facing ahead while the other three covered their tails. All of them searched for Gelmar—through their advanced goggles, able to detect foreign energy aside from mana.

One of the soldiers facing behind saw his interface suddenly spiked.

It beeped rapidly inside his helmet, sensing a concentrated energy.

But before he could react, a shadowy figure already leaped out of his shadow like a ghost.

Gelmar's eyes glowed fiercely, he decapitated all three soldiers in front of him with a swing.

Firming his gravity with his feet, he turned with the intention to kill the other three.

Bang!

Just before he could do that, someone sniped him from the side.

Gelmar was hit, the bullet penetrated mercilessly through his chest, leaving a gaping hole.

He was thrown to the side from the force, slamming against a rock.

Feeling another source of pain, Gelmar hissed.

Capitalizing on this opportunity, the three soldiers stood up and opened fire at him.

Gelmar raised his other hand and channeled his nature energy—creating a whirlwind of wind that acted as a barrier and blocked the rain of bullets. Under the influence of his bloodline, it was working wonderfully.

His wind was able to solidify and turn into steel, easily blocking the bullets.

As he was being protected, he stabbed his fingers into his wound and took out the bullet.

Looking at it, his eyes widened in shock.

Pew!

Before he could register what he was seeing—he was startled when a bullet passed through his barrier—and missed his face by an inch. Shifting back to his barrier—he was surprised to see some of the bullets managed to go through.

"Fire affinities," Gelmar grimaced. "the bullets are made by mutated animals with fire affinity"

Elves would be disadvantaged against anything related to fire.

It was a long-standing fact and these people came prepared to take him down.

Rising back to his feet, Gelmar commanded the barrier to turn into a straight sharp line and threw it—at the soldiers firing at him. Breezed by this attack, the soldiers found their heads decapitated from their bodies.

"Killing me would need a lot more than this!" Gelmar shouted. "Come out, whoever you are!"

"Come and try killing me yourself!" He taunted, searching for the leader.

Upon saying that, Gelmar swept his gaze across the dark landscape, searching for any sign of movements. His senses were dulled, the pure silver was doing its magic, so he could not rely on the wind anymore.

But then, he turned to his right sharply.

Blitz!

Gelmar frowned when he saw a glimpse of red lightning currents from his periphery.

As far as he was concerned, the red lightning element belonged to President Sebrof.

Suddenly, a mark appeared on the ground either side of him.

Realizing that it was a spell, Gelmar used his nature energy to intercept the completion of the spell, but his body stiffened abruptly. He began convulsing hard, as he slowly looked over his shoulder, seeing that a bullet penetrated him.

Unlike the others, this one was infused with red lightning.

It electrocuted and immobilized him as soon as the bullet embedded itself inside of him.

Despite the violent urge to fall down to the ground—Gelmar tried his very hardest. to see the person who had done this. He couldn't see anything, the person was covered by the shadow—concealed completely from his vision.

Unable to hold on, Gelmar fell forward, immobilized.

Only then did a mysterious figure come out of the shadows, puffing out smoke.

The figure handed a human-sized sniper to the two soldiers beside him nonchalantly.

It was as if this was an everyday task for him.

"Make haste..." the mysterious figure said and took a seat on Gelmar's body. "If you took too long that would be making me look bad, no? I always wanted to look good so don't make me go there myself"

"Yes, Sir!" the rows of soldiers replied and instantly rushed away.

Only the figure remained behind, biting on a cigar with a relaxed, slightly bored look.

Glancing towards Gelmar underneath, the figure tapped the back of his head several times.

"No hurt feelings, Captain. It's business as usual, I don't dislike you or anything"

"At least not initially. Now that you've killed some of my men, I dislike you a little bit"

Moments later.

"Captain!"

"Captain!"

"Captain, wake up!"

Opening his eyes, Gelmar pushed himself up and looked around with heavy breaths.

He found himself back inside his hut, sleeping on his table.

Frowning hard at this weird occurrence, he stood up and stripped his armor to check his skin but found nothing underneath. No wounds, no nothing, "Did a convoy come to meet with me, earlier?"

"Convoy? I wasn't on my shift earlier so I don't know," the soldier replied.

Despite the oddness of the situation—as he might've fallen asleep while he was cleaning his sword, Gelmar stood up, and rushed out of his hut, 'Did I dream all of that? Or is it a vision to warn me of what was about to happen?'

Contemplating about this, Gelmar quickly shook his head, "No, it can't be a dream"

Feeling the battle was too real to be a dream, Gelmar decided to believe otherwise.

It was better for him to treat this otherwise compared to treating this like a harmless dream.

"Captain, where are you going?" the soldier followed behind him with rushed steps.

Not heeding the soldier, Gelmar dashed outside of the encampment, and headed to check, the place where the battle had taken place, "If it did actually happen—and they're trying to cover it up, I should find something they missed"

Going around the place, Gelmar found nothing, it was completely clean.

He couldn't find a single trace of bullets but the place was still not as he remembered.

Some of the trees or rocks were moved—the place was definitely cleaned.

But Gelmar still couldn't be sure through this alone.

Standing still, his mind raced, trying to figure out what was happening.

"If that battle actually happened, then why didn't they kill me? If they go through—the very trouble to lure me out, they should be planning to kill me," Gelmar pondered aloud, thinking of every possibility. "Unless..."

Realizing something, Gelmar ran back to the encampment in a hurry.

He ignored the greetings of the other soldiers and headed to his hut.

Opening a treasure box, Gelmar's eyes widened as he found the entire box was empty.

"I knew it! It's real!"

Not wasting a single second, he ran to the backside of the encampment.

Casting his nature energy, a mound in front of him was opened, revealing a formation.

It was the teleportation formation he made to send messages.

Finding traces of energy lingering inside, Gelmar's expression paled.

"No... they were searching for Dargena City's location," He muttered, this was a troublesome situation. "but even then, how did they perfectly match the mound I made exactly? Just who are they?"

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