All Chapters of The Awakening Of The Last Knight.: Chapter 361
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Chapter 361 Getting Him Out
The sleek, modern facade of the Orion Residences was a lie. They had stormed the building with righteous fury, expecting a fortress, a hidden lair. Instead, they found… normalcy. Polished marble lobbies, the faint smell of disinfectant and gourmet coffee from a ground-floor cafe, residents in casual wear giving them curious or annoyed looks. It was profoundly disorienting.“This is a residential building,” Hadi muttered, his sharp eyes scanning the directory by the elevators. “It makes no sense. Why bring a kidnap victim here?”For an hour, they operated with a tense, frustrated efficiency. They split up, using Ali’s hacked access to bypass the main security desk. Hazim, a crimson wraith, moved through the basement parking and storage areas, his senses stretched for any anomaly—a hidden door, a scent of fear, the wrong kind of silence. He found nothing but stacked boxes, bicycles, and humming electrical panels.Ali, stationed in a service closet with his laptop, scoured every digital
Chapter 362 The Black Site
The moment the ghoul’s intelligible words hung in the air, time seemed to Stop. Hazim and Ali, their backs to the ghoul in the narrow concrete corridor, moved as one.In a blur of crimson motion, Hazim’s sword, already wreathed in a low, hungry flame, flashed out. The strike was aimed not to kill, but to maim and assess, a lightning-fast slash meant to sever a limb. The blade connected with a sickening tear, and one of the ghoul’s leathery, bat-like wings flopped to the floor.But the creature didn’t scream. It simply leapt backward with a fluid, almost contemptuous grace. As it landed, the stump of its wing twitched and from the torn flesh, new membrane and bone began to reknit with horrifying speed, a second, smaller wing unfurling within seconds.Ali, his own blade humming to life, aimed it at the creature. “Who are you? What is this place? Why did you kidnap Malik?”The ghoul let out a sound that was a grotesque approximation of laughter, a dry, rattling hiss. “We have met befor
Chapter 363 Corruption
The battle in the subterranean bunker had been a furious stalemate. Hazim, a cyclone of crimson and flame, pressed the winged ghoul relentlessly. His sword clashed against claws that seemed forged from black iron, each impact sending shivers of force through the concrete walls. The ghoul was fast, preternaturally so, and its regenerative abilities were maddening, a deep cut would seal over in moments, a burned patch of hide would slough away to reveal fresh, leathery skin beneath.Yet, for all its power, the ghoul fought with a chilling, detached precision. It wasn’t trying to kill him.During a brief lull, as they circled each other in the wreckage of a cell door, the ghoul rasped, its voice cutting through the din. “I will not kill you, crimson one. My master has… reserved that pleasure for himself. He wishes to savor your confrontation in the final battle. I am merely… ensuring you are ready.”With that, it disengaged. Instead of pressing the attack, it turned and with two powerful
Chapter 364 One Man War
The air in the secure conference room at the headquarters was thick with the acrid scent of realized dread. The maps and financial charts that had covered the walls were now pushed aside, replaced by a chilling new diagram Ali was sketching on a whiteboard, a simple, damning flowchart.Government Intelligence (Black Site) → Communication/Summons → Ghoul (Labeeb's servent) → Target: Malik (Knight)He capped the marker with a definitive click that echoed in the tense silence. “It’s obvious,” Ali stated, his voice flat, all emotion burned away by the cold fire of logic. “The government intelligence apparatus is conspiring with ghouls. The president we caught dealing with them wasn’t a lone traitor. He was just the visible tip. The rot is systemic.”Hadi, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, gave a slow, weary nod. His face was pale with a fury he was too exhausted to fully express. “It explains everything. Why the trail for the former president had been stalled. Why the ‘negot
Chapter 365 A New Name
The courtroom, with its air of dusty formality, had become a theater of the absurd. For the third time in as many months, Hadi and the small legal team representing the Knights sat at the plaintiffs' table, their files of evidence neatly stacked, evidence of the former president's treason, of the guild's historic service, of the legal precedents for their existence. And for the third time, the state's counsel, a man with the bored expression of someone reading a grocery list, stood and requested another postponement."The state requires additional time to review the new documentation submitted by the claimants regarding historical guild charters," the lawyer droned. "Furthermore, the matter of the extradition and subsequent trial of the former president is a complex, separate proceeding that must reach its conclusion before this ancillary matter can be fully adjudicated."Ancillary matter. Hadi’s pen pressed so hard into his legal pad the tip snapped. The legitimization of the only f
Chapter 366 The Archetic Of Their Revolution
The underground workshop was a memory. The new headquarters of Ali's Company occupied the top three floors of a gleaming glass-and-steel tower in the city's revitalized tech district. The air here hummed with a different energy—not the frantic, secretive buzz of a basement lab, but the confident, powerful thrum of capital and ambition. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a commanding view of the city Ali had sworn to protect, a constant, silent reminder of the stakes.Ali stood before a panoramic smart-screen, not as a desperate inventor in a stolen lab coat, but as the founder and CEO. He wore a tailored, dark suit, a concession to the world he now had to navigate, but his eyes held the same intense, analytical fire. Before him sat a curated group of investors, men and women with sharp eyes and sharper portfolios, representing venture capital firms and private equity funds from across the region. They had heard whispers of a prodigy, a young engineer with defense and security tech that
Chapter 367 The Forge and the Forgotten
The land was a forgotten expanse of rocky badlands and deep, dry canyons a hundred kilometers far from the nearest city lights. From above, it looked like a barren stretch monitored by outdated satellites as a "geological reserve." But on the ground, hidden by Ali's greatest technological marvel, was an army.The "Veil," as Ali called it, was a sprawling network of fractal-phase emitters and adaptive holographic projectors. It didn't just hide things; it bent perception. To a passing satellite or a stray drone, the valley showed the expected rock formations and shifting shadows. To the naked eye from a distance, it was a heat-haze mirage. Only those with the correct quantum-encoded signal in their retinal implants or vehicle transponders could see the truth.Where there should have been silent canyon walls, the air thrummed with the disciplined sounds of thousands in motion: the synchronized stomp of boots on parade grounds, the sharp reports of energy weapons on distant ranges, the g
Chapter 368 A New Man
The air in Hazim's apartment was its usual tapestry of muted sounds: the soft scratch of a pen on paper, the occasional tap of a keyboard, the low hum of the city seeping through the double-glazed windows. Hazim sat at his large, cluttered desk, a fortress of case files, surveillance photos, and translated intercepts about the UFN. His brow was furrowed, his focus absolute, tunneling down a financial thread linking a shell company to a "cultural attaché" from the neighboring county. He was a man buried in the intricate, shadowy dirt of a silent war.So, when the front door, which had multiple, complex locks simply clicked open and swung inward with a key sound, his hand instinctively dropped to the concealed blade at his waist. He was on his feet, his body coiled, in less than a second.The figure that filled the doorway was not an assassin."Hey, big brother. Miss me?"The voice was deeper, richer, but the playful, challenging cadence was unmistakably Laith’s. Before Hazim could proc
Chapter 369 A F*e Spirit
The atmosphere in the training hall had shifted from playful challenge to a zone of intense, focused gravity. The initial exchanges had been a language, a testing of new vocabulary. Now, the conversation turned serious.Laith flowed into a sequence of movements that were breathtaking in their fluidity and seeming impracticality. He dropped low, his hands sweeping the mat in wide arcs, his legs intertwining in complex, spinning motions, it was pure Capoeira. It was a dazzling display of agility, a dance of evasion and feigned attack designed to disorient and create openings from unpredictable angles.Hazim did not dance. He was the unmoving stone in the river. He didn't follow the flourishes. He simply stood his ground, his eyes tracking the core of Laith's movement, not the decorative spins. As Laith launched into a spectacular, spinning heel kick that was the climax of the sequence, Hazim didn't block it. He stepped inside the spin, his forearm rising to deflect the weaker part of th
Chapter 370 A Knight Returns
The air in the training room still hummed with the residual energy of the spar, a mix of sweat, respect, and unspoken potential. The others had drifted out, leaving Hazim and Laith to talk in private. Laith was toweling off his head, his body thrumming with the aftermath of the fight, the frustration of loss now mingling with a fierce, warm pride at the respect he’d earned.Hazim leaned against the edge of the large table, studying his brother. The playful glint was gone from his eyes, replaced by the cool, assessing gaze of a commander allocating a vital resource.“You learned things out there,” Hazim began, his voice low and deliberate. “Things we don’t know. Angles, rhythms, ways of moving and thinking about combat that aren’t in our manuals.” He gestured vaguely eastward, towards the unseen threat of the UFN and its ghoul masters. “The enemy adapts. They use tricks, psychology, and inhuman flexibility. We need to adapt faster. We need unpredictability.”Laith stopped drying his h