The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse

One good thing about having dozens of brains is the ability to think outside the box.

Klaus has that.

His brain is so big that before they attacked the zombies, he played the Battle 1,002 times and ran hundreds of thousands of scenarios based on what he knew about the zombies, the terrain around their habitat, and what he would do if he were in the Vampire King’s place.

In the end, the only scenario he saw as plausible was sending part of his warriors to attack the defenseless Earth while the major human army was occupied.

Klaus knew that was likely to happen, so he made sure all loopholes were filled with the right people.

It didn’t take much thinking to know that the only place the zombies would attack was Jose City, located several miles away from the Dead Zone.

It was the only place they could attack. Of course, there was the chance that if the zombies went westward, swimming or using a ship to sail the sea, they could attack most cities on the other side of the sea.

But that was less likely to happen, so Klaus knew they would attack Jose City, which would involve moving around the Dead Zone. It was a dangerous area, but Klaus knew the zombies would have a way to traverse it.

He knew that if he were sandwiched between the Dead Zone, the Vampire City, and the human military outpost loaded with dangerous weapons, he would find a way to traverse the Dead Region.

Considering all this, he deployed his uncles to guard Jose City. That was the only way for him to ensure the zombies didn’t pull anything sinister while they attacked them.

And he was right.

An hour and a half after the battle in Savage City began, the five deadly and bald red zombies deployed by the Savage King arrived at the borders of one of the largest cities on Earth: Jose City.

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(Jose City – 45 minutes before the arrival of the five zombies)

Klaus’s uncles, Ziggy, Jojo, Xian, James, and Mark, arrived at the border of Jose City. They wanted to join the primary campaign, but Klaus forbade them, claiming they would steal the spotlight from his friends. So, he gave them guard duty.

“I can’t believe that brat turned us into mere guards,” Uncle James, the boomerang user, said, slumping onto a flat stone the moment they arrived at the border.

The other four uncles did the same, smiles on their faces. They were not angry, not even in the slightest. It was just that the Klaus they knew a while back had now gathered enough force to the point where he didn’t even need their help to go against a Tier 12.

They were genuinely proud of him. But as men of war, they didn’t feel happy being excluded from the primary battle.

“You have to give it to Klaus; he’s become a force that can stand on his own two feet without much help,” Uncle Ziggy, the gunslinger, said, looking toward the direction of the Dead Zone.

“He really has become a force of nature… I just wanted to fight beside him, like we used to do with his father,” Uncle Jojo said with a sigh.

“Well, Hanson was a monster, but I think his son is on another level. Makes me wonder what would have happened if he were still alive…”

The five uncles laughed. They didn’t even want to think about what would have become of Earth if the Mad Hunter and his overpowered son had teamed up.

Of course, it was already too late to think about things like that, but knowing the kind of person Klaus was, they knew he would have become a monster under his father’s tutelage.

If only they knew the brat they were talking about had already lived thousands of years and was bound to live even more. The experience in Klaus’s mind was enough to turn him into someone to be feared.

After all, the renegade monk had once been feared… by the entire universe.

Forty-five minutes later, Uncle Ziggy stood up, a smile playing on his lips as he gazed into the distance. “Looks like we have some company.”

The rest stood up, wearing grinning expressions.

When the zombies breached 200 meters from Klaus’s uncles, they came to a halt. Their bald red heads shone brightly, reflecting the sunlight…

“Gentlemen, welcome to the other side of the Dead Zone,” Uncle Jojo said, flexing his thick arms covered in spiked gauntlets.

The bald red zombies looked at the grinning humans, and instinctively, they knew they were screwed. It wasn’t because they were weak; it was because, as hunters, they knew how it felt to be a predator…

But at the moment, they didn’t feel like predators at all.

They felt like prey… and that didn’t inspire confidence. So they had to make a decision, and quickly. It was without a doubt that zombies gaining intelligence in this apocalypse was the most shocking thing…

“What are you five doing?” Uncle Xian shouted.

“They’re running,” Uncle Ziggy grinned, then turned to Uncle Mark. “Please… do that thing.”

Uncle Mark flew into the air and raised his hand. “Shield Domain.”

Suddenly, colossal shields erupted from the ground, creating a domain of shields around a 3-mile radius.

Each shield was approximately 2 kilometers tall and 2 meters thick. The retreating zombies found themselves trapped within the domain. They tried to fly out, but no matter how hard they tried, they couldn’t lift off the ground.

Inside the Shield domain, flight is not an answer. It was a terrifying skill Uncle Mark awakened when he became an Ascendent.

Grim looks appeared on the zombies’ faces. One of them stabbed his spear forward, aiming to create a hole through the colossal shield. But the moment his spear landed on the shield, a powerful force repelled him, sending him flying back.

The other four tensed, not knowing what to do.

“Gentlemen… since you came, why don’t you stay?” Uncle Mark said, smiling in the air. Behind him, another giant shield hovered, casting an ominous shadow over the zombies.

Uncle Ziggy retrieved his revolver, Uncle James held his flaming boomerang, Uncle Jojo continued to flex his gauntlets, and Uncle Xian held his colossal axe in one hand, resting it on his shoulder.

The smiles on their faces didn’t fade at all.