The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse

The War Goddess clashed with the Zombie Emperor high in the air, their swords meeting with such force that shockwaves rippled down to the battlefield below. In mere seconds, they exchanged hundreds of strikes, each blow sending shockwaves everywhere.

“You have some power, human,” the Zombie Emperor said indifferently.

“And you will be dying today,” the War Goddess declared, her voice fierce. She launched another powerful attack. Klaus looked up and saw her moving with incredible speed. It was as if she was teleporting between strikes. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

He watched her with a mix of awe and distraction. Her slender legs and well-toned figure were apparent as she swung her sword with fierce precision. Her chest bounced with each powerful swing, capturing Klaus’s attention despite the chaos around him.

Klaus shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. “What is wrong with me?” he wondered inwardly. Despite his confusion, a satisfied smile spread across his face. His determination to win those mountains grows stronger.

The War Goddess continued her relentless assault, her sword slicing through the air. Each strike seemed to shake the very ground beneath her. Her movements were fluid and commanding, a dance of destruction.

“I should probably get back to my killing too,” Klaus muttered, before leaping into the fray once more. He moved swiftly, cutting down Zombies with lethal precision. Now that Uncle Mark was assisting, the number of Zombies began to dwindle rapidly.

Klaus glanced around. His other uncles were also nearing the end of their battles. The Zombie Kings were losing ground, and Klaus could see it clearly in the way their attacks became more desperate.

Suddenly, something caught Klaus’s attention. He felt a strange presence, making him turn in a specific direction. But when he looked, there was nothing. Yet, his instincts told him something was wrong. Without hesitation, he moved toward Uncle Mark.

“Uncle,” Klaus called out, his voice urgent. “I have a way to handle half of these bastards, but I’ll need your help.”

Uncle Mark raised an eyebrow. “What do you need?” he asked, gripping his shield tightly, ready for whatever came next.

Klaus took a deep breath. “I’m going to unleash a powerful area-of-effect attack,” he explained. “But I don’t know if it’ll kill all the Zombies. I’ll need you to follow up with one of your strong attacks to finish off the survivors.”

Uncle Mark grinned, clearly intrigued by the plan. “Sounds like a plan,” he said with a nod.

Klaus smiled back, feeling confident now. He took a moment to focus, preparing to release his attack. The battlefield around them was chaotic, but Klaus knew this could be the turning point.

Uncle Mark stepped back, giving Klaus space to work. The air around them felt tense as if even the Zombies could sense the buildup of energy.

Klaus’s star qi surged, and in an instant, the Ice Lotus began spinning even faster. His focus shifted to the thousands of Zombies surrounding him. At the same time, his golden eyes started to change, taking on a red hue.

Then he felt it—a connection to all the Zombies within a 5-kilometer radius. They appeared to him like glowing orbs, ready to be shattered. Klaus knew he couldn’t kill them with his Spirit Eye alone, but he didn’t need to. His goal was to weaken them.

He planned to stun the Zombies and then let the Ice Lotus finish them off. By stunning them, they would lose access to their spiritual energy for a brief moment, leaving them defenseless.

That was the perfect time to strike, and Klaus intended to make the most of it. He glanced around and saw Uncle Mark preparing for the follow-up attack.

“All Saints and Sages, fall back!” Klaus shouted, and the Sages and Saints fighting immediately retreated. The Lotus flower floated forward, stopping in the middle of the battlefield.

At the same moment, Klaus’s eyes burned with a red glow. Like a flash of lightning, his eyes brightened, releasing a wave of spiritual energy powered by his star qi. It spread across the battlefield, and as he watched the Zombies—or rather, their souls—he saw them dim for a brief moment. That was all he needed.

“Explode,” he commanded.

The flower came to a sudden stop in mid-air and then fell. Before it could touch the ground, it burst apart, releasing an explosion of chilling energy. This time, the blast was louder and far more powerful. Klaus had sacrificed a lot of star qi for that attack, and it took a heavy toll on his stamina. But the effort paid off.

Across the battlefield, around 70% of the remaining Zombies froze solid. Those closest to the explosion were instantly killed, their bodies encased in ice. The wave of cold swept across the land, leaving behind nothing but shattered remains.

At that moment, Uncle Mark’s booming voice rang out, commanding the battlefield.

“Giant Colossal Shield, descend!”

The clouds above darkened, and from the horizon, a massive shield—nearly 100 meters wide—began to appear. Its presence alone brought an overwhelming pressure that spread across a 10-kilometer radius. Klaus could feel the weight of it, but he wasn’t affected. Uncle Mark had placed his hand on his shoulder, shielding him from the crushing force.

The Zombies, however, were not so fortunate. As the colossal shield descended, the pressure on them became unbearable. Their bodies started to crack and then started to shatter under the immense weight. The closer the shield came, the worse their fate became, until they were completely crushed beneath its unstoppable descent.

Uncle Mark’s face turned pale. He had used up all his remaining energy in that one attack, but it worked better than expected. The battlefield was now filled with disoriented Zombies—around 500 of them—staggering from the impact of the blast.

Klaus and Uncle Mark had just killed over 5,000 Zombies, but the effort had drained their strength. Klaus could feel the toll on his stamina, though his star qi and incredible physique could still keep him going.

Up in the sky, the Zombie Emperor becomes enraged seeing the 5000 Zombies crash just like that. It wanted to attack Klaus and his uncle, but the War Goddess didn’t allow it. Her meaning was clear, kill me first before you can get that white-haired handsome.

Thankfully, none of the 24 Sages were injured, so they quickly jumped back into the fight. However, half of the Saints were wounded, while the rest were exhausted. Even so, seeing victory within reach, 200 of the Saints rejoined the battle.

Klaus glanced at his uncle, who was gasping for air. Reaching into his space ring, Klaus pulled out a vial of Mountain Dew.

“Drink this,” Klaus said, offering it to him. But Uncle Mark hesitated. He knew what Klaus was giving him and didn’t want to waste it on himself. But before he could protest further, Klaus tipped the liquid down his throat.

“You can pay me back after the battle,” Klaus said with a grin, dashing back into the fray. There were still more Zombies to kill, and time was running out. Feeling his strength return thanks to the Mountain Dew, Uncle Mark charged back into battle, smashing his shield into the oncoming Zombies.

BOOM.

Suddenly, something crashed down from above, shattering the ice on the ground into a mist of icy debris. As the air cleared, Klaus saw a terrifying sight. The Red Zombie Emperor, a towering three-meter-tall creature, rose from the ground, a giant wound still gaping in its chest. Across from it, the War Goddess stood, her movements graceful but showing signs of fatigue.

The Zombie Emperor clearly is stronger than she thought. But despite that, her grip on her sword never lessened.

“Die!” her chilling voice echoed across the battlefield as she prepared to strike a deadly blow. But just as she moved, two Zombie Kings burst out from the ground, lunging at her from her blind spot. She saw them, but defending against both would be a challenge.

If she abandoned her attack on the Zombie Emperor, she would lose her chance, but if she continued, she risked sustaining devastating injuries. Not forgetting the Zombie Emperor will use the chance to attack.

Suddenly, a massive shield crashed down, blocking one of the Zombie Kings’ attacks. At the same moment, a chilling flower of ice appeared, intercepting the second attack.

“Well then,” Klaus smirked, stepping forward, “let’s see how I behead you.”

At last, he was about to face a Zombie King in battle.