The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse

“What has happened?” Queen Lunara asked, staring at the cracks appearing in the sky.

Veylor smirked. “It’s the heavens being uptight. Master only took a few of their trinkets, but they seem to hold a grudge” As someone who had already undergone a tribulation as a forbidden being, he had the right to call the heavens uptight.

Queen Lunara didn’t share his enthusiasm. To her, this wasn’t something to scoff at.

Strangely, she felt a strong urge to dive into the tribulation and ensure Klaus wasn’t in any danger, despite watching him stand with a calm expression on his face.

‘What is going on with me?’ she wondered, gazing as the fourth tribulation descended in the form of thousands of cavalry riding on their mounts with weapons pointed at Klaus.

“Since you came, I can only be polite and unleash my fury.” Klaus extended his hand forward, causing 42 weapons, a fraction of the total number of weapons in his soul sea, to appear behind him.

“It’s been a long time since I trained my spirit master class. Now is the time for me to do some much-needed training,” Klaus smiled as the 42 weapons surged forward and started decimating the ranks of the cavalry.

However, a few seconds into the massacre, a sudden anger burst out of Klaus’s body. It was similar to the fury he felt, causing him to nearly kill Kate Duncan.

He didn’t know why, but killing the Cavalry doesn’t feel right for some unknown reason.

The cavalry was once an army of elite warriors that fought during the War of the Immortal during the Immortal Era.

Legend has it that right after the primordial era fell, the Immortal Era began, during which time the immortal race, made up of different beasts, humans, and aliens, fought against the rebellious mortals.

Back then, the immortals controlled everything, considering that after the primordial era, the god realm broke away from the rest of the worlds.

This caused the immortals to grow unchecked, and they used their influence to suppress the mortals to the point where they had no say in anything.

The mortals practically became slaves to the immortals.

However, one mortal stood up and said no to the immortals. Through his rebellion, the rebel force was built. Through him, races united, and enemies set aside their differences for a single cause.

The cavalry was the elite unit of humans, demihumans, and supreme humans. They fought against the immortals and fell with dignity.

So, watching the heavens use the essence of such brave warriors to suppress him for some reason pissed him off.

He truly didn’t know why the heavens would be this shameless, but killing the cavalry didn’t sit right with him.

[Brat, the third soul egg is forming. However, I can feel you don’t like what is happening. Just know that the heavens want to use any means to plant a heart demon in you.

Don’t give them a chance. The moment you let a heart demon form, they’ve already won half the battle. So don’t falter and stay focused.]

The senior sounded worried, not that he shouldn’t be. If Klaus indeed formed a heart demon, his chance of progressing would be very low, so it was best if he didn’t.

However, despite the senior’s warning, Klaus’s mood still hadn’t recovered. Instead, he was growing even angrier as the minutes passed.

“Why do I feel like I am betraying a friend, sworn brothers?” Klaus was very angry, and without even realizing it, a faint dark mark appeared on his forehead.

The senior, who sensed this, spoke in a grim tone.

[Klaus, snap out of it.] His voice shook Klaus’s soul sea, causing Klaus’s consciousness inside his soul sea to snap back to reality.

On the outside, Klaus stopped. He looked at the hands he was using to control the weapons, and a disgusted feeling overwhelmed him.

He brushed his hand, but that didn’t solve anything. The cavalry was also speeding toward him, so he knew he could not just stand there.

He must do something.

“Nirvana, handle the rest.” The orange flame dragon formed from the Chaotic Nirvana flame roared to life and started decimating the ranks of the cavalry, while Klaus moved back and sat down.

He took the dagger he had used for the sculpture back into the No Man’s Land forbidden zone. He formed a thick white ice block, making it stand tall in front of him.

This was the only method he knew that could give him some clarity.

His hand moved and started carving shapes on it.

“What is he doing?” Queen Lunara asked, watching Klaus work on the thick ice.

“I am as clueless as you are,” Veylor answered, looking at Klaus with a frown. However, their answer came a few hours into the carving when the heavens roared angrily.

The sky, which had healed from the cracks, started opening again, this time creating large openings. The ground also began shaking, and large cracks started to appear in it.

But despite this disturbance, Klaus never stopped carving on the thick ice. Five hours later, he stopped, but then the sky cracked open, and Mars seemed ready to break in half at any moment.

However, Klaus just smirked and watched this. He pressed his hand on the thick ice in response, now bathed in a rather powerful energy.

If any immortal were to be present, they would probably try to seize the sculpture.

That is because on the thick ice were thousands of cavalry, seated on their mounts, each pointing their weapons toward the sky, where thousands of immortals were also pointing their weapons at them.

In front of the cavalry stood an almost bare-chested man who held a bow in his hand. His hair was braided into fourteen thick braids, each standing on end.

There was no doubt that this person was Knox, Klaus’s second incarnation, the one they called the divine archer.

The sculpture contained all of this, and around it was a suffocating Immortal qi that any immortal would kill for.

Klaus pressed his hand on it, but before doing anything, he turned toward Veylor and Queen Lunara.

“Veylor, take her out of here, and no matter what happens, don’t let her come near me.” Klaus hadn’t even finished speaking when Veylor took the queen by the shoulder and lifted her into the air.

“Klaus…” She called out, trying to break free, but Klaus smiled before returning to the sculptures. Veylor is stronger than her so she couldn’t break free from his hold.

With tears falling from her eyes, she was whisked away from the surface of Mars. Klaus didn’t want any harm to come to her, so he sent her away before focusing on his tribulation.

He stared hard at the sculpture before a deep sigh escaped his lips.

“Brothers, sisters. I am sorry I didn’t do this years ago. You all can rest today.

I failed to meet your expectations, so I will make another vow.

While I draw breath, I will make it my mission to punish the heavens until they come crawling to your graves.” A smile appeared on Klaus’s face.

“Nine-star Paragon Diagram: Activate.”