Endless Evolution: Last Star Chapter 1587 1587: Three Attacks
Previously on Endless Evolution: Last Star...
All creatures reaching the Lord Level, such as the Phantoms, held immense powers. Actually, they rarely deployed those powers since the moment an Arc got summoned, the fight often wrapped up without further need.
Whenever a Lord called forth his Arc, it typically signaled the battle's close, with the foe's life hanging by a thread—yet not on this occasion.
In certain respects, Goen's predicament echoed Saegar's clash against the Lords of the Befallen Crown.
True danger only emerged once they unleashed their star abilities.
Of course, that hadn't secured victory for the Lords back then, but this time they confronted not Saegar or Kenward, rather an unfamiliar hunter who astonishingly wielded tremendous strength.
Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.
Azure arrows poised to shower down upon Goen from overhead, as fiery pillars erupted from the left side.
His steady gaze shifted leftward, spotting the lightning dragons hungry to bite into his body and rip it apart.
These three abilities at such a caliber could overwhelm nearly any beast in the Primal Lands, yet the mysterious hunter stayed composed.
'Well, what more could I anticipate from them? From their moves, I suspect they've never battled even one Second Rank Phantom.'
Goen pivoted toward the flaming pillars while stamping the earth firmly.
"Back!" Liliane cried out, gesturing with her hand. She figured Goen was at last revealing his Nexus.
The rest responded swiftly, gazing at Goen with terror in their stares. The sole outlier was the Old Horn, intrigued to witness how this hunter would escape the bind.
Tremble.
Space quivered as a surge of raw energy rushed into Goen's balled-up fist.
Liliane's eyes grew wide as she grasped it—Goen was channeling both his energy and bodily force together for the strike.
Crackle. Crackle. Crackle.
The flame-wrapped stone pillars crashed down onto the ground. Fire swallowed Goen from every direction, leaving soon just scattered ashes behind.
"Gha..." Goen breathed out chilly air, peering at the fifth team through the blaze before him.
His muscles tightened, his body bent back, and he unleashed a devastating punch ahead.
The naked fist collided with the stone pillars, unleashing a shockwave that cleared away all in its wake.
In an instant, no sign remained of the hammer man's ability.
This wasn't some power or hidden artifact from Goen. Instead, his raw energy alone sufficed to nullify the foe's assault completely.
The azure arrows and lightning dragons pressed on amid the fifth team's stunned state, and Goen stood prepared.
He whirled abruptly, extending his palms—one upward, the other leftward.
The shockwave deflected the azure arrows and shredded the lightning dragons apart.
These powers proved even weaker than the flaming pillars.
"Ah..." Goen rolled his shoulder like it was mere exercise. "Great. Now I'm definitely awake."
He glanced back at Liliane.
"What's next?"
Liliane's lips quivered. She never imagined three star abilities would prove useless against Goen. This deviated from her scheme entirely.
"Silent?" Goen cocked his head, chill entering his gaze. "I see. Looks like it was foolish to hope for better from you."
Whooooooooosh.
In a flash, Goen materialized before the hammer man, who stood petrified in dread.
"You know, bringing fiery abilities to the snow lands is poor taste."
Goen's raised hand cast a shadow over the hammer man. He sensed his impending doom, yet somehow couldn't budge.
Terror locked him down, blocking even a sideways step. It stemmed from the sheer gap in their strengths.
"Hey."
The Old Horn seized Goen's wrist, halting him right at the brink.
"Don't take it so hard. I doubt this fellow will wreck your peaceful spot again."
Goen shifted his eyes to him.
"Do you think that changes anything?"
"Agh?"
"You arrived to slay one of ours. Taking each of you out is my timeless obligation."
Thrust!
Blood gushed from the hammer man's chest while the Old Horn glanced downward. Goen's left hand had pierced the man's torso to the wrist, shattering his heart ruthlessly.
A chill coursed through the Old Horn's frame as he leaped away, bracing for combat.
"Y-You..." The hammer man wheezed before collapsing at Goen's feet.
His blood soaked the icy earth below, right before his comrades' eyes, those with whom he'd shared countless fights.
"NOOOO!" The axe man bellowed, gearing up to vent his rage on Goen, but the pale man blocked his path in time.
"Stop."
The pale man clenched his lip. Even he struggled to stay detached in this moment.
"If you charge at him now, you'll only earn your death."
The red-haired girl swallowed hard.
'He handled it with such ease... Could he have slain any of us anytime, leaving us helpless to fight back?'
Adam and Alexia, observing from on high, felt the same astonishment. Even Saegar needed his Arc and powers to fell the Lords with a single weapon stroke.
Goen relied solely on his unadulterated might, his form forged through endless conflicts.
Yet... one figure stayed unruffled despite it all.
"Well, well, I didn't expect it this quickly." The young man shook his head, showing no sorrow for his dead companion. "It's his own fault for being weak."
"Hey, you!" Alexia burst out. "Don't you care about him at all?!"
The young man flung his arms out.
"Yeah, something like that. But his death won't go to waste."
His eyes narrowed while fixing on Liliane.
"Because now our captain is truly furious."