All Chapters of The Awakening Of The Last Knight.: Chapter 221
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Chapter 221, The Coup.
It was the day the presidential election results were announced, and it was an official holiday. Everyone had gathered at the headquarters for training. Hamza turned on the news, even though Malek had said he didn't want to watch the official media or hear their voices. But Hamza insisted; he wanted to see what would happen, even if it was just out of curiosity. The screen confirmed it: the President had won again, clinching a preposterous 90% of the vote. Hamza snapped the TV off, the silence that followed louder than the broadcast. Malek’s face was a stoic mask. "It's completely expected," he said, his voice dangerously flat. Marwan, sensing the anger simmering beneath the calm, whispered, "Just calm down, man." Malek didn't even look at him, his gaze fixed on some distant point. "I am calm," he replied, each word measured and cold. "It doesn't matter to me at all." The heavy silence that followed the news broadcast was stifling. Laith, sensing the dark cloud settling over Malek,
Chapter 222, Their Symbol.
The door to Hadi’s office was Ajar. Malek knocked once and pushed it open without waiting for an answer, Ali closed on his heels. The room was shrouded in shadow, the only light coming from a single desk lamp illuminating Hadi’s face as he set down his phone.“You’ve heard,” Hadi stated. It wasn’t a question.“The whole country has heard by now,” Malek replied, shutting the door firmly behind them. “What are our orders?”Hadi leaned back in his chair, the old leather creaking under his weight. “I just got off the phone with the Union President. His orders are clear: we are not to intervene.”Ali stepped forward, his brow furrowed in confusion. “Not to intervene? In a military coup? How can we not?”“His exact words were,” Hadi said, his voice taking on a cold, quoting tone, “‘Let the army and the government fight each other. It is not in our interest to take sides; both factions are corrupt and are worse than each other.’ We stand down.”“It’s just… strange,” Ali muttered, running a h
Chapter 223, Their Date.
Everyone stood silent, their eyes on their leader as he prepared to deliver his speech.Hazim took a deep breath, scanned the faces of his men, and then began to speak."In the name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful.Based on the association's decision, I the leader of The Knights of Askalan group, declare that we will not intervene and will exercise restraint in light of the current events. I declare that we will uphold our duty to protect the people and the sons and daughters of the nation, and we will be present in the streets and anywhere our citizens need us. We renew our pledge and commitment to our principles—the principles of sincerity in jihad, lifting injustice from the oppressed, and resisting injustice and oppressors with a pure intention for the sake of Allah Almighty. We will not hesitate to protect the citizens in the event of an escalation of the dispute between the government and the army, and in the event of chaos, Allah forbid, we will be present to pro
Chapter 224, The Traitor.
The soft clatter of cutlery against plates was the only sound in the room, competing with the grave voice emanating from the television. Malik sat with his family around the dinner table, their meal half-forgotten as they watched the national address. On the screen, General Abo Sarhan, leader of the army, stood sternly behind a podium, the national emblem looming behind him.He was listing the government's crimes, the corruption, the embezzlement, the failure to serve the people. With each reason, his voice grew more resolute."...and for these reasons," the General declared, his eyes staring unflinchingly into the camera, "the national army had no choice but to intervene to save the nation from collapse. As of this moment, a military council will assume control. We will, in due time, reveal a timeline for new, free, and fair elections. Until then, I, General Abo Sarhan, will take on the heavy responsibility of leading the country through this transitional period."Malik let out a qui
Chapter 225, It Falls On Them.
The Black Knight with a face etched with grim determination, pointed to a location on a detailed city plan.“The meeting is here,” he stated, his voice a low rumble. “Tonight. Abo Sarhan is meeting with one of the ghoul generals. This is our only chance to catch him in the act.”Malik leaned in, studying the map. “Just the three of us?” he asked, a hint of skepticism in his tone.“It has to be,” the Black Knight replied firmly. “Any larger group risks exposure. We move quickly, we move quietly. Our objective is to intercept the meeting. If we can capture him and present him to the court with evidence, we will. But if that proves impossible…” He let the sentence hang in the air, its grim conclusion understood by all. After the Black Knight laid out the audacious plan to move against Abo Sarhan that night, a heavy silence fell over the room.The Black Knight turned his intense gaze on Hazim. “There is no time to consult anyone,” he insisted, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Ever
Chapter 226, A Silent Conversation.
The Black Knight’s daughter, who had been silently and furiously monitoring a complex array of screens, suddenly straightened up.“I have him,” she announced, her voice all business, devoid of its earlier emotion. “His secure convoy diverted from the predicted route. He’s heading to the northwest mountain range, just outside the border. The signal is emanating from a series of interconnected cave systems there. If you want to intercept the meeting, you must move immediately. His arrival is imminent.”The three knights were already in motion, grabbing their final pieces of gear. The Black Knight gave his daughter a single, curt nod of acknowledgment. There was no more time for argument or farewell.Within minutes, they were speeding through the night in a rugged, unmarked vehicle, leaving the city lights behind for the dark, imposing silhouette of the mountains. They drove in silence, each man lost in his own thoughts, the gravity of their mission settling over them.They abandoned the
Chapter 227, A Dangerous Position.
The deal between Abo Sarhan and The general ghoul was about to be secured. The ghoul stood tall, his voice like a hard stone. "The terms are acceptable, human. But our army grows impatient. They need to be fed."General Abo Sarhan nodded, a slick, diplomatic smile on his face. "Once I have full and uncontested access to the Barrier Technology Center's main system, our cooperation will be far more efficient. You have my word." He leaned forward slightly. "And as for our previous agreement, I assure you the human corpses currently held in the Akarma central hospital will be delivered to you. Consider it a down payment."Ta'lab let out a rasping sound that might have been a laugh. "A generous down payment. But do not be late. You have four days to deliver the corpses. My warriors' hunger does not abide by human schedules." With that, the massive Ghoul turned and began to lumber toward a dark fissure at the rear of the cave, his guards falling in behind him.As the meeting clearly drew to
Chapter 228, A Chase In The Forest.
Malik didn't stop to think; he just moved. When the bat-like ghoul screamed its warning, he threw himself from the tree branch. He hit the ground hard, the impact shaking his whole body. Behind him, the forest exploded with angry roars and the sound of many ghouls chasing him.He ran as fast as he could, dodging between trees. Branches scratched and pulled at his stolen uniform. He could hear the ghouls everywhere, getting closer from every direction. The giant bat-ghoul flew down low, its sharp claws missing his head by inches. Malik knew he couldn't outrun the flying ghoul, so he decided to fight.In one smooth move, he pulled his new weapon from his belt, a new blade that Hadi gave him a few days ago. With a quick flick of his wrist he made it open up into a strong, sharp war fan.An energy sparked along the metal parts of the fan, shining with a bright blue light. As the bat-ghoul came at him again, Malik turned quickly, set his feet, and swung the fan in a wide circle.A powerful
Chapter 229, The Fate Of A Nation.
Malik and Hazim had defeated the bat-like ghoul with relative ease, but in its death throes, it released a piercing shriek that echoed through the trees, instantly revealing their position to every other ghoul in the forest.“We have to run, now!” Hazim had shouted, his voice tight with urgency.They fled, their footsteps pounding against the forest ground as a flood of ghouls gave chase. As they ran, Hazim pointed ahead. “The border is close! Once we’re past the barrier, we’ll be safe!”Just as hope flickered, a ghoul with stretchable limbs shot its elongated arm through the underbrush, its cold fingers clamping around Malik’s ankle. Malik spun on his heel, his blade a silver arc in the dim light, and severed the creature’s hand. No sooner had he done so than a smaller, wiry ghoul launched itself from a low branch onto his back. Malik grunted, stumbling as he tried to get rid of the shrieking creature clawing at him.“Hold still!” Hazim yelled. He lunged forward, driving his own dagg
Chapter 230, The Preparations For War.
The news, delivered by a weary and wounded Malik, hit the headquarters like a storm. Hadi’s face drained of all color as he listened, his hands beginning to tremble.“They did what? They have the President?” he stammered, his voice rising in pitch. “Without consulting anyone? Without a plan? This isn’t a rogue operation; the military will see this as treason! Are they trying to get us all killed?”He began to pace, a nervous wreck muttering about military crackdowns and the end of the Knights. Haitham, ever the calm one, moved swiftly to the small brewing station and poured a small cup of strong, dark Arabic coffee.“Here, my friend,” Haitham said, offering the cup. “Drink this. Panic will not help Hazim now. We need clear heads.”Hadi took the cup but his hand shook so violently the dark liquid sloshed over the rim. He couldn’t drink it.From the doorway, a younger voice cut through the tension. Laith, who had been listening, stepped into the room. “My brother knows what he’s doing.