Endless Evolution: Last Star

Chapter 604 Crimson Blood

Crackle.

The needle shattered into many silver fragments from another strike from the heavy spear, now Adam's last degree of defense was lost.

Nothing else stopped Fromund from picking up his victory, Adam was unarmed and unconscious, no matter how strong his instincts were, he couldn't block the massive spear with his bare hands.

"Gha..."

Hot steam came out at Fromund's heavy sigh, sweeping over his shoulders. He took an uncertain step back, catching his breath.

It was simple for Fromund - he destroyed Adam's needle and that meant the fight was already over. All he had to do was deliver one final strike after which Adam's body would no longer be able to fight in any way.

That would be his ultimate non-fatal victory, which would be accepted by the audience and the judges if there were any.

"Fuck... You hung in there until the very end, didn't you?"

A wide, satisfied smile appeared on Fromund's face, he couldn't hide his emotions since his victory was already obvious to everyone.

Crackle.

Osana's knees crashed into the cold stone as she fell down in despair. She hoped that in a second Adam would rise and win, that he would save her at the very last moment, but... nothing happened.

His lone left eye was still open, but it had no light, and his body, without mind control, could not put up a full fight - only block attacks.

Suddenly, an excited voice came from one particular spectator seat.

"Come on! Finish him!"

Nirosh jumped up from his chair, with a broad sweep of his arm issuing his call to action. His eyes burned with flame, only one hit separated him from getting Osana, completely possessing her as his lower-status wife!

Slick.

In response, Fromund ran a hand through his hair slicked back, a bitter smile on his face.

After hitting the surface a few more times, the momentum finally faded and Fromund managed to rise to his feet.

"Tsk. This is total shit..."

A heavy grimace covered Fromund's face as he spat out a clot of blood. He didn't continue his attack, all he could do was watch for changes that didn't bode well for him. He realized that the initiative was not on his side now.

The spectators were in the same situation as he was, all their eyes fixed on the massive crimson stream of energy that sought to reach the heavens.

For two people, that was enough for them to switch places entirely.

Despair vanished from Osana's eyes, the color returning to her pink eyes along with hope, while the exact opposite happened to Nirosh.

His face turned pale, shivers ran in waves throughout his body and his mouth was wide open in disbelief.

"Grh!" Zarot only grumbled unhappily, "Looks like it's not over yet..."

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Gradually, the energy pillar thickened, gathering at a single point - around Adam, quickly absorbing into his body while hiding his silhouette.

Then, as if at the sweep of a hand, the crimson energy took its form, just as it had with Fromund and his flame armor.

Silvana's eyes widened, looking at something no one had ever seen before, not even she - Adam's Operator.

A long crimson cape of dense energy fluttered in the wind, reaching Adam's knees and traveling to his neck, to two heavy shoulder pads of overlapping layers of sharp steel.

On his head was a helmet covering his eyes and face but not his mouth, a bright scarlet glow was visible through the three gaps grating like a star in the place of his left eye.

From his right shoulder was a lone gauntlet merging with his shoulder pad and reaching to the tips of his fingers, covering every part of his arm with exquisite, intricate, and frightening armor.

A thick chain ran along his arm, winding like a vine - unusually long as if his arm wasn't the main target of the chain.

Before anyone could realize anything, Adam extended his right arm forward, then streams of crimson energy flowed out of his palm towards the pieces of his shattered silver needle.

The Desecrated Knight needed a matching weapon which he was going to create from the fragments of the past.