The Invincible Full-Moon System

Chapter 1352 Black Scroll of Scalith

Upon the awakening of the Fifthborn—and his governance, over Ratmawati City, the Elpida Alliance was put in turmoil. It was only recently discovered by President Sebrof himself, the existence of Ancient Humans.

In haste, the other eight major cities researched their lands for clues.

A lot has been uncovered because of this.

Starting from the artifacts and remnants from the Era of Might and even those older, coming from the Radical Era. Ancient Humans remains were found mostly from the Era of Might, and along that, the history of other races was also slowly unveiled.

Being one of the pivotal figures of the Elpida Alliance, Conan was very informed about this.

He even takes his time to read the latest findings to expand his knowledge. Your journey continues on empire

Having a direct problem with the Angels, he read and learned about the Angel race the most.

From magical scriptures and inscriptions of runes from the past, he knew that the races back then thought of the Angels highly, going as much to consider them as saviors of the world. It doesn't matter the race, as long as they requested, the Angels would help.

Most races relied on the Angels as they were one of the superpowers of the era.

Even Ancient Humans had asked for help from the Angels.

So helpful that the Angels were too relied upon by many.

Conan even read some scriptures, that mocked the Angels for being so gullible, manipulated into thinking that helping the battle that doesn't involve them was a good deed. Now that he heard this, it seemed Void realized that fact.

But he realized too late that the Angel race was already in shambles.

Even now, the Elpida Alliance accounted for around a hundred thousand Angels remaining.

Compared to Humans or the other Supernatural races, that number was pitiful.

And yet, the Angels were able to dominate somehow.

Hearing Void's voice, Conan could only put on a wry smile defiantly, he knew that Void was firm in his decision, "So taking over the entire world, enslaving those who surrendered, and killing those who refused to bend the knees, is that your goal?"

"Perhaps..." Void replied lightly but there was a brief pause before he answered.

A pause that Conan assumed to be the hesitance deep in Void's heart.

Just like changing a criminal, it would be very hard if not impossible, somewhere deep down their evil remained, and would never be scraped. It goes both ways, it was also the same for changing a good person.

No man can escape his true nature, for it resides not in the surface but in the soul.

Void was also no exception.

Despite that realization, Conan knew that there was no saving him.

He poured everything into the battle earlier, he used his arcane life mana—to resurrect those under him dozens of times, but the end remained the same. Compared to him or all the other from the new era, Void had already reached the tenth-rank realm.

It was true that Void was still new, he wasn't accustomed to his new height of power.

Conan has a chance because of that but even then, it was slim.

Moreover, with the Black Scroll of Scalith also known as the Writ of Darkness, in Void's hand, Conan has no chance. His accomplishment throughout the battle earlier was touching Void's hair, and that was it.

Death cannot be escaped tonight.

"Humor me this..." Conan whispered—enduring the pain from his marred body. "How are you going to end me?"

Void remained silent, his blazing golden hair that reached his back slowly turned ink-black.

He didn't answer the question and instead, continued activating the black scroll.

Swish!

Void's wings unfurled, eight dark, massive plumes stretching out with a silent power.

His wings alone were capable of suffocating the very air itself.

Energy pulsed from the depths of his being, flowing like molten rivers down his arms.

Void smiled, he lifted his arms and cupped his hands, basking in the rain of blood.

"It was returned back to the world, allowing it to cultivate the lands with purity," He added.

Despite the beauty of the scenery and the manifestation of goodness through the blood rain as Void described, Conan snapped from his trance, and realized the twisted wickedness that runs in Void's blood.

Conan lifted his arm and tapped on a screen on it, causing a beeping sound.

"My people have listened to what you said," He smiled in triumph.

As of this moment, Humanity didn't know the ability hidden in the Writ of Darkness.

Now that he was about to die, he wouldn't die without securing the future.

"An encrypted message of your explanation about your precious treasure, has already been sent to the headquarters," Conan continued, sneering at Void for falling to his tricks. "I'm no dead body, I am the messenger. We will stop you, Void"

Upon hearing this, Void lazily glanced over his shoulder with a tilted head.

He was smiling, and his eyes which were now a mix of crimson, and purple blended with the backdrop of the blood rain as far as the eyes can see. Each drop of blood that landed on his body wasn't blocked, drenching his entire being.

Void was beautiful, beating even the beauty of queens and princesses.

But that beauty had twisted into something haunting.

It made him way more like a vicious Demon than an Angel.

"I know..." He said as he lifted his hand.

Conan frowned, if Void knew what he was doing then why explain his treasure elaborately?

Just then, the crimson Life Beads written on the scroll came rushing down to his hand.

A thin black sword manifested in his hand.

Death energy coated the black sword to the brim, so dense that it could easily be mistaken— for the Grim Reaper's weapon itself. Conan looked at this blade and could feel his Arcane Life Mana responding towards it, shuddering to be exact.

"I told no lie to you in our rather brief meeting," Void said as he approached.

His stride was slow but still too fast for Conan.

"Actually, I lied—there was one lie I told you earlier," He continued, dragging the sword on the ground, menacingly. "the cost of killing you, it's not a hundred thousand Life Beads. Rather, it only cost no more than ten thousand. And this sword is the weapon it gave me to kill you"

Brak!

Upon hearing this, Conan fell to his knees as Void suppressed him with aura alone.

He then pointed the black sword to Conan's heart.

Conan gritted his teeth and rose to meet with the Dark Angel's eyes, filled with nonchalance.

"If you know I'm recording you, why are you telling me all of that?" Conan asked.

In the face of death, he wanted the answer to that question.

Despite being betrayed—even though they were enemies from the start, Void was quite kind enough to answer that question, "I took my time to elaborate so that your Humans also knew elaborately that going against me—is a mistake. You're not a message for your precious race but for mine..."

As Void said that, he plunged the black sword into Conan's flesh.

Its tip pierced the heart through before he sliced up—destroying also Conan's spirit core.

Reacting to this, the black sword hummed with death energy, inflicting true death on Conan.

"You Humans are going to stop me?" Void nodded firmly, he didn't laugh but acknowledged it—taking it seriously. "Come. I've been lost and defeated by Humans once—forced to run with my wings tucked. But this time, I'm not planning to let that happen"

"Try stopping me. I will never lose and be defeated again..." He pulled the sword up.

As he did that, Conan grunted in pain as his body became limp, kneeling.

A vanguard of Humanity was killed along with his sanctuary city.