Endless Evolution: Last Star Chapter 1585 1585: Eighth member

Though the seven Lords appeared more than capable of handling a single mysterious hunter with ease, the woman who had commanded Liliane's squad to seize Adam Vinter held a different view entirely.

This prompted her to reach out to the Old Horn. She was aware that Adam Vinter would undoubtedly have a guardian watching over him. Whether it was Frida or another figure, she anticipated interference.

Admittedly, this enigmatic hunter might have proven to be nothing more than a frail pushover, yet... At this moment, it was clear to all that summoning the Old Horn had been a wise choice on her part.

The ice wyverns probably wouldn't manage to shred the red-haired girl apart completely, yet they were bound to inflict several injuries that would edge them nearer to triumph.

Goen had relied solely on his fundamental energy so far, and victory was already within his grasp.

Tap.

The Old Horn clamped down on the red-haired girl's shoulder with a vise-like grip, nearly causing her discomfort.

"You know. Maybe we don't need a weakling like you, what do you think?"

She swallowed hard, terror surging in her gaze. Unfamiliar with this beastly figure, his mere words and intimidating aura were sufficient to set her teeth rattling.

Gradually, the Old Horn lifted his hand, then gave her shoulder a companionable pat.

"Hahaha! Don't make that face! I'm just kidding! You know, trying to find common ground with the new team!" The Old Horn laughed.

Whooooooosh.

In one swift stride, Liliane positioned herself before her. This deviation from her strategy didn't faze her, as she was confident Adam and Alexia remained trapped. Victory would come either through Goen or their efforts.

"Who the hell are you?" Liliane directed her rapier toward the Old Horn.

Before he had a chance to reply, the young man's voice echoed:

"Hey, lady, I wouldn't advise you to point your weapon at him."

"Hah!" The Old Horn chuckled. "That boy is right. I came here because your miss personally asked me to. She knew that someone would protect Adam Vinter, just like last time."

Liliane's brow furrowed. Her Miss dispatching aid like this signaled a lack of faith in their capabilities.

"Come on, she was right." The Old Horn waved his hand as his eyes shifted to Goen. "That hunter. Hah, you're lucky it wasn't the one I thought it was. Although for you kids, he's still too strong, isn't he?"

Tap.

Liliane prodded the Old Horn's chest with her rapier's tip.

"Agh?"

"Since it was her decision, I'll temporarily accept you into my fifth team. But, I am the captain, and you must obey my orders."

Oddly, the Old Horn simply grinned widely. The spark of determination in Liliane's eyes appealed to him.

"Alright, but I'm used to attacking from the front and acting aggressively. Do you have a place for me in your formation, lady captain?"

Liliane nodded.

"Yes. You will attack alongside me. Since Miss has decided that you are necessary for victory, it means you possess enormous power."

The Old Horn smirked as his aura expanded several times over.

The ice wyverns wheeling overhead halted abruptly before fleeing from the Old Horn at the greatest distance they could manage.

Proximity to such a perilous entity was a risk they dared not take.

Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.

A massive axe, featuring an extended handle and razor-edged blade, materialized from the thick blue energy in his grasp. This weapon demanded a mighty fighter who could barely wield it with both hands, yet the Old Horn managed it effortlessly with one.

In truth, he had assumed his complete form now. In contrast to the rest, he required no human guise to attain the peak agility and velocity his physique allowed.

Clutch.

The Old Horn seized his axe firmly, frost thinly coating his fingers, as the surrounding chill plunged sharply, remarkable even amid the Primal Lands.

Liliane's exhalations turned frosty while her stare intensified. Having witnessed the Old Horn's Arc, she felt assured that its might guaranteed their success.

"Hey, have I been waiting long?"

All eyes turned downward to Goen, who idly scratched at his ear with nonchalance.

"I need to get ready for dinner soon. You know, I have to cook for myself, I don't have any servants. So, how about we get down to business?"

Liliane flourished her rapier, fixing a piercing gaze on Goen.

"Ready?"

The Old Horn licked his lips.

"Of course. Go ahead, show us what you can do, captain of the fifth team."

Upon her cue, the seven launched their assault in unison. The young man alone stayed back, observing Goen from a vantage point above.

The smoke barrier stood robust and brimming with power, drawing no attacks toward Adam and Alexia. They understood that reaching the pair required overcoming Goen beforehand.

Step. Step. Step.

Goen advanced steadily, positioning himself at the lake's center with a blank expression. His footfalls were so serene that the water remained utterly still.

Within an instant, Liliane materialized on his left flank, the Old Horn on his right. The gleaming rapier and frozen axe descended upon him at the same time.

"Now, you won't be able to dodge our simultaneous attack!" Liliane thought triumphantly as her rapier neared Goen.

But...

Goen ignored her completely. He pivoted, baring his back, as his arm extended toward the Old Horn.

With his bare hand, he halted the Old Horn's axe, the resulting shockwave encasing the lake's core in ice.

'What is he doing...?' Liliane puzzled, thick smoke mirroring in her widened, astonished eyes.

Her rapier, forged for a Lord, failed to pierce the shield formed purely from Goen's energy alone.

"W-What? That's impossible!" Liliane cried out, gearing up for another blow.

Goen glanced at her over his shoulder.

"Hmm? Is it so hard for you to accept that you are so much weaker than someone else?"

WHooooooooosh.

Before comprehension dawned, Goen seized her wrist and hurled her toward the ashen-faced man who had snuck up from behind, thwarting his stealthy strike.

Adam swallowed nervously while observing the events transpire.

This was precisely the level of strength he yearned to claim for himself.