Chapter 1090 Start of Desperation

Chapter 1090 Start of Desperation

Beating the overwhelming odds, the others managed to block the Chaos Nova arcane spell.

Each one of the strong entities contributed to avoiding total annihilation.

A feat that even catches the Executor off guard.

Like a sunflower at the end of a savage thunderstorm—the morale of the entire Supernatural Army blossoms. Seeing that the reinforcement army's leaders were able to do the impossible—they charged forward like an endless tide.

Despite their numbers being fewer than at the start of the battle, their auras were stronger.

Under their newfound vigor, the Human Army was overwhelmed again.

However, this time, they might not be able to recover.

Cough!

Cough!

Groaning lightly, Evelyn coughed a mouthful of blood a couple of times in utter exhaustion.

She tried to raise her gaze but couldn't, she was too wounded.

"Did... Did he see it?" She uttered weakly in a hushed tone, inquiring something.

Adhara—who was showing Rex that they managed to do it—looked toward Evelyn with the same smile on her face, "He did. Even though he was far away, I can tell from his emotional aura... He acknowledged us, without a doubt"

Glancing to the side from an elevated point of view, Adhara also saw two formidable entities.

It was Gelmar and Dindora who had undergone a change.

"Our success also seemed to have some great side effects," Adhara whispered, gazing at the two commanders with excited eyes. "Gelmar and Dindora, both of them evolved and are now fighting at the frontline because of us,"

Upon hearing this, even though all she saw was darkness, Evelyn bloomed a smile.

"Is that so? I'm glad..." "Yes, it's alright now, you've done enough. We can leave it to them,"

Evelyn's strength waned with each passing moment—and Adhara supported her and gently eased her to the ground—right next to the flag that was circled by a legion of Supernaturals from the allied nations.

Just when she fell unconscious fully, Adhara looked at her with a pained expression.

Scanning Evelyn's body from head to toe, she couldn't help but wear this expression.

Adhara remembered the talk the two of them had right before they departed from the city.

Back then, Adhara told her that no matter what, none of the pack could die.

It was Rex's biggest fear.

Even though the two of them already realized that for some time, it was only now that they felt how deep that fear was from the way Rex planned this battle. Moreover—Calidora also told Adhara about the nightmare he had in her castle.

Calidora forced him to sleep to refresh his soul, but a nightmare struck him instantly.

He called out each of their names in his sleep.

Not to mention that he roared the Executor's name amongst their names in his sleep.

Knowing that fact, Adhara decided to tell Evelyn about it.

Driven by the thought of Rex and the conversation with Adhara pushed her to the limit—not wanting to die and let everybody die which would cause Rex pain. Now, she lay in her human form, her crimson hair matted with blood, and her pale lips quivering.

Although it was thanks to Evelyn that they survived, it still pained Adhara to see her like this.

"Is she going to be okay?" Queen Shanaela came and asked worriedly.

Similarly to them, she was also in a bad condition but not as bad as Adhara or Evelyn.

Keeping a strong front, Adhara nodded her head, "She's going to be okay—just protect her"

Upon hearing this, Queen Shanaela nodded and commanded the army.

Even across his lifetime of battles, only those with an exceptionally unique bloodline, those born to be strong, could block his attacks. To think that his attack was blocked by the likes of Rex's forces is illogical.

He refused to believe it, Rex must've helped them through some unknown methods.

Upon hearing the crisis in the Executor's voice, Rex cackled, "Me...?"

"I didn't aid them at all," He interjected, locking eyes with the Executor intently. It was all their doings, their resilience managed to block your attack. It appears you are the one mistaken all this time, Executor. Now, I'll ask you once more, are you prepared for the resolution...?"

"After all, I can't put a bad front after what they showed me, can I?" He added mercilessly.

Since the others surpassed expectations, Rex should do the same.

Evelyn said to him to make sure that he would win against the Executor—and that's exactly what he was going to do. It was only then that the Executor noticed the ground vibrating—responding to Rex's kingly energy that began to rampage.

He looked around and saw the crimson and black kingly energy expand, covering miles.

It didn't react to anything but darkness and blood.

Fueled with a fierce determination burning in his eyes, Rex extended his hands outward.

He channeled his kingly energy and cast the True Werewolf King Blood Physique, an indirect moon ability he gained from Baralt. Now that he has two types of kingly energies—the moon ability also influences darkness on top of blood, turning into a stronger version.

Rex channeled both kingly energies into an ability of unprecedented magnitude.

As his power surged and expanded, Rex commanded the blood scattered on the ground and the shadows under his dome to rise and heed his call. Dark tendrils of energy and blood—all answered his call and snaked across the battlefield, and converged upon him.

Looking at the blood and darkness swirling around him, the Executor gritted his teeth.

He could sense that Rex's aura was rising alarmingly.

Standing at the epicenter of the maelstrom, bathed in the crackling energy coursing through his veins, Rex's eyes sparked with bloodshot. His power grew exponentially—putting him on exactly equal terms with the Executor.

Rex's increase in power set the stage for an intense showdown—only one coming out alive.

Grinding his teeth in fury, the Executor also responded the same.

Unleashing a thunderous roar, not wanting to lose out to the aura Rex was emitting, he made a torrential of energy and blasted the sky open. He raised his bulging eyes, fully intending to shut down this increase in morale.

If he didn't do this, then the tide of the battle will shift against him.

More regrets came encroaching into his heart as Rex and his forces proved to be strong.

He thought that the main event that he should be worrying about was the Passue Matriarch inside the creek—but it seemed he had underestimated the Royal Black Prince and his pack too much.

Swoosh!

Not even minding Rex who was still powering up with the True Werewolf King Blood and Dark Physique, the Executor darted like a bullet towards Adhara and Evelyn. A devious smile could be seen on his face.

'Even if they managed to block my attack, they are still beneath me,' He thought inwardly.

Glaring at them, his smile broadened, "Die- kahhrghk!!"

Bam!

Mid-way, his advance halted abruptly, as if a force beyond comprehension had seized him.

Coughing a mouthful of blood, the Executor looked downwards to his chest and found Rex punching him with Brutal Impulse—right at the center. He could visibly see the armor of his Gladiator Form crack from the punch as the impact penetrated through.

Forcefully thrown back, he made two clear lines on the ground, trying to stop the impact.

He only managed to do it when he was already hundreds of meters away.

Bending his body down while clasping his chest in pain, the Executor's eyes widened as he was wounded once again. His blood kept drizzling down his lips—and the pain he felt from Rex's punch seeped into his nerves.

Raising his gaze he saw Rex's body slowly being amplified more by cursed energy.

It was a sight that struck a danger signal into the Executor's brain.

"No, I'm supposed to be destined to win!" He exclaimed, pointing at Rex with immense anger as more blood sprayed from every word he uttered. "I'm not going to lose, just you wait, I will definitely kill you!"

The Executor shouted before he turned towards the creek, his desperate intention clear.