Endless Evolution: Last Star Chapter 1694 1694: New Wings

Whoooosh! Whoooosh! Whoooosh!

The Dark Knight wasted no time whatsoever.

Having just handled Sarka, he lunged straight at Loargh without delay. Sarka clung to life, yet both her arms were gone, and exhaustion gripped her completely. The possibility of her landing another blow on the Dark Knight was virtually nonexistent.

Nothing remained for her but to observe the Dark Knight clash with the others, biding her time until he arrived to sever her life with one swift sword stroke.

"You won't escape me!" the Dark Knight bellowed, matching Loargh's velocity with ease.

A white streak that was Loargh glanced back over his shoulder, his features twisted in sheer terror and astonishment.

'How? How did he get so fast? I'm running at full speed!'

This held true.

Loargh's wings quivered violently while his mind fixed solely on fleeing far from the Dark Knight. Creating separation was vital before any next move, yet the Dark Knight refused to allow it.

This pursuit turned into a pivotal element in Adam's breakdown of the battle. His own confrontation loomed inevitable, Sarka's fate chilled him deeply, but quitting wasn't possible until the moment struck.

'Sarka and now Loargh… I'm sure he's grown stronger and picked up new skills, but against his astonishing speed, it all means nothing.'

Adam's stare intensified as a single truth dawned on him:

'Unless I match Loargh's speed at minimum, only death lies ahead for me.'

He glanced at Vyora, yet she offered scant support. Among their group of four, she ranked as the feeblest and most powerless currently. For her, the Dark Knight proved the ultimate nightmare—immensely powerful, blisteringly quick, and able to devour every assault thrown his way.

Adam found himself cornered in a tough bind. Less than a minute would pass before the Dark Knight slammed Loargh into the dirt, he was certain.

A solution had to emerge from him immediately.

'Fuck! Think! Think! Think, or he'll slice you apart!'

Every power at Adam's command flashed through his mind as he hunted for a way out.

'Should I channel Ancient Energy into my legs? Tsk, not nearly sufficient!'

Dark Energy bound itself exclusively to that lone technique. Useless here too.

Speed boosts eluded all of Adam's other capabilities.

His Nexus stood alone as the potential key. Through the Staff of Defeat, short-distance teleportation became possible in the truest sense.

'Tsk, right when my Nexus is crucial, it's unavailable!' Adam gripped his head tightly. 'What do you know, Gladius? Did my demise factor into your scheme? How can I possibly take down this monster?!'

Adam's eyes flicked wildly until settling on the Dark Knight's shoulders.

Recollections surged: the injuries he'd carved there, mastering a novel application of Imaginary Blades, and amplifying that power during Sky Cube practice.

"Wait… If I managed to adapt this ability slightly, couldn't I apply the same tweak to my others?"

CLUTCH!

Exactly then, the Dark Knight overtook Loargh, clamping down on his shoulder with iron grip.

Loargh's face drained of color as he peered backward.

A savage grin split the Dark Knight's face.

"Caught you!"

SLASH!

His sword arced through the air, severing Loargh's wings and carving a vicious wound down his back.

"ARGGHGHH!!!"

Loargh's agonized roar echoed as blood sprayed forth, his pristine wings exploding into countless shards that floated lazily before his horrified gaze.

BAM!

The Dark Knight's punch crashed into Loargh's jaw, smashing him earthward with impact that sent shockwaves across the whole field of combat.

"Alright, time to put you down for good." The Dark Knight hoisted his blade, ready to impale Loargh's heart.

Just before doom struck, a desperate scream pierced from nearby:

"NOOOOOOO!"

Vyora wailed, hands pressed to her chest.

"Don't you dare! If it's energy you crave… then… then take my life instead!"

The Dark Knight blinked repeatedly, surprise etching his features.

"Whoa, looks like courage beats in that heart after all? Never saw it coming from you."

He flicked his hand in scorn. "Surely you know I plan to slaughter you all anyway. Still, if you insist on going first, I'll indulge you."

Step.

Advancing a pace, he aimed to materialize before Vyora and strike her down like Sarka.

Yet an unseen force halted the Dark Knight.

Adam positioned himself protectively before Vyora, eyes locked fiercely on the Dark Knight.

While Vyora quaked in terror and hopelessness, Adam's look held zero surrender, a fact the Dark Knight spotted instantly.

"You." The Dark Knight jabbed a finger at Adam. "You've got an ace up your sleeve, right? Else I can't fathom your smug confidence."

Adam merely shrugged in reply.

"Not quite. I actually just devised my new trump card right this instant."

"Hah, doesn't that only happen in dire moments?"

Silent, Adam unleashed his full aura in one explosive burst outward.

Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.

Space itself quaked while Vyora's knees buckled beneath the fierce eruption of black-and-white flames surging from Adam.

Quickly, his aura faded away, replaced by black and white threads that swiftly wove into wings sprouting behind him.

He hadn't tapped into this power for ages.

Aided by End Bliss, it let him vanquish Vaarh and endure the perils of the Primal Lands. Such power wrought utter devastation.

Yet it demanded a stationary foe, and Adam realized the Dark Knight would never oblige.

Exactly for this reason, he'd devised a fresh way to wield this ability.

"I'm relying on you," he murmured to himself.

Lone Blaze gave a subtle grin, mastering his three thread varieties internally: black, white, and amber.

"Relax, I grasp your plan. I'll handle everything else."

Right then, the wings—edged in black with a white core—stood complete.

Those amber clusters once blasted energy beams toward Adam's enemies, yet now served a different role.

Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.

Rather than beams of energy, the amber clusters spewed radiant flames akin to a rocket's thruster, granting Adam the blazing speed he craved so fiercely.