The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse

Klaus moved like a blur, using the ice mist in the air to propel himself. His speed was several times faster than normal, making him almost untouchable.

Even though he had 800 undistributed points that could boost his stats, he knew it wasn’t time yet. He hadn’t reached a point where he needed them. For now, he is relying on his natural advantage, cutting down enemies to level up quickly.

Most of his vast Star Qi pool was fueling the Nine Star Ice Lotus Bloom, protecting his friends. But that didn’t mean he was limited in how much Qi he could use. With nearly 90 million Qi at his disposal, he had more than enough to handle the battle. The Lotus flower was consuming a significant amount of Star qi, but not enough to leave him at a disadvantage.

“These zombies are weaker than I expected,” Klaus muttered, effortlessly beheading another one. His beheading technique wasn’t officially mastered yet, but it was leagues better than during the City Selection Exams.

Klaus was approaching a realm beyond normal combat. To him, these zombies were like flowers, and he was simply cutting them down, one by one.

On one side of the battlefield, the War Goddess was cleaving through zombies as effortlessly as harvesting wheat. She kept part of her attention on Klaus, watching him kill the Zombies almost effortlessly.

As the protector of the Eastern Region of the Northern Union, it was her duty to guard against threats to the region. Some might argue that a battle of this scale didn’t need her yet, but she couldn’t just stand by and watch.

Truthfully, she had only revealed herself when Klaus arrived. There was something about that white-haired, mischievous younger brother of hers—though not the best behaved—that drew her in. He was the real reason she had joined the fight.

Yes, she was the War Goddess of the Eastern Region. Yes, she was meant to protect the land. But that didn’t mean she had to involve herself in every battle. This time, though, it felt different. Despite her status, and for reasons she couldn’t fully explain, she wanted to fight beside Klaus. And so, without making it obvious, she was subtly edging closer to him.

Uncle Ziggy and the other rowdy uncles were all doing their part. They are now Saints, and comparing them to the other Saints on the battlefield felt like an insult. They are terrifying, to say the least.

Uncle Ziggy was like an underworld gunslinger, each of his deadly shots precise and mesmerizing. His bullets pierced straight through the heads of the zombies, leaving them immobile for a few seconds before they collapsed.

Uncle Xian was unleashing heavy damage with his colossal axe, while Uncle James was carving through the battlefield with his fiery boomerangs. His attacks weren’t brutal, but wherever his boomerangs flew, zombies were sliced clean in half.

Like Klaus, Uncle James’s cuts were precise—through the head, waist, or neck. And despite the zombies being undead, a clean cut through the waist was just as fatal as one through the head or neck.

As for Uncle Mark, he was like a juggernaut, bulldozing through the battlefield. His shield was massive and heavy, making each of his steps carry the weight of a small earthquake.

Then there was Uncle Jojo, moving like a drunkard with his gauntlets, smashing anything in his path. His fighting style was strange but effective. Just when it seemed like a zombie might claw or strike him, he’d sway, stumbling like a drunk, and effortlessly dodged the attack before landing a crushing blow.

“Uncle Jojo, you might want to get yourself a new movement technique. This one is… well, unusual,” Klaus said with a smug grin, glancing at his tall, muscular, gauntlet-wielding uncle.

“Hey, brat, are you looking to get a beating?” Uncle Jojo replied, smashing a zombie’s head, shattering its brain before turning back to Klaus.

Klaus wasn’t the only one thinking it—he was just the only one bold enough to say it first.

“He’s right, Jojo,” Uncle James chimed in, spinning a boomerang at a group of approaching zombies. “That weird movement of yours makes you look like you’re drunk. It’s hard to take you seriously.”

“Says the man using boomerangs,” Uncle Jojo shot back with a grin.

“Are you looking for a fight?” Uncle James narrowed his eyes.

“Bring it on! Since when have I ever been afraid of a fight?” Uncle Jojo growled.

Klaus, smiling, stepped between them. “Uncles, let’s finish the battlefield before you two try to kill each other. We need your strength right now,” he said, watching the two with amusement. From the looks of it, they were both a couple of battle maniacs.

They wouldn’t hesitate to stop mid-fight just to throw punches—or, in this case, boomerangs and gauntlets—at each other.

‘Seriously, how does that even work?’ Klaus thought with a chuckle.

Anna and the others were fighting fiercely, killing to their heart’s content. Anna stood out, showing exceptional skill in leading the hundreds of young warriors who had decided to join the final stand against the Zombies.

Even the usually arrogant Miguel and Lawrence were inside the domain, using its effects to their advantage. They were fighting just as hard as everyone else. Anna saw this as a rare opportunity to make Klaus look good.

Though she wasn’t officially his woman yet, she was determined to make the white-haired youth shine. After today, the headlines would surely read, “Young Master Klaus abandons his strongest defense to protect his friends and fellow warriors from danger.”

He would indeed look good. The lotus flower offering the Ice domain spun gracefully in full bloom, showing no signs of fading anytime soon.

Anna had already reached level 5, the first to do so. Surprisingly, Hanna was the next to follow. She never stopped unleashing her arrows at the monsters, clearly determined to stay by Klaus’s side and continue as his personal assistant.

Danny and the others soon followed. Miguel, Lawrence, and the other young prodigies also leveled up to level 5. After that, they became even deadlier in combat. But they knew better than to step outside the safety of the domain.

Kofi and Henry were also doing their part, protecting the Master stage experts within the domain while keeping a close watch for any threats that might endanger their young master’s life.

The soldiers and Saints who came to support Arcadian City were giving their all. Klaus could see their struggle. However, with the War Goddess and his uncles contributing, they were managing—albeit.

Soon, some began to falter. Injuries started to appear, but they weren’t backing down just like that. Their Warrior Spirit Never Fading.

Dave Arcadian was also doing his best to hold the line. Contrary to what others might think, he was not like those rich Patriarchs who only issued commands from the safety of their chairs. Perhaps anticipating a day like this, his combat skills were as lethal as any seasoned warrior. He fought bravely on the front lines, determined to stop as many Zombies as possible.

Despite the chaos, they were managing the situation—at least for now.

Suddenly, a chilling sensation swept across the battlefield, sending shivers down everyone’s spine.

Out of the darkness a few miles from the battlefield, a 3-meter-tall Zombie emerged, wielding a long, metal-like club with a dark crystal embedded in its chest.

Klaus narrowed his eyes, a small smile appearing on his lips. “A Devil,” he murmured.