The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse

“What do you think, Icon?” Klaus asked, drawing a schematic of a formation device he planned to create and use in the upcoming battle.

Icon, who was paying close attention to the battle, answered.

“I believe the Vampire Queen is holding back to allow her sister to match her combat power.”

“That is true,” Klaus smiled, “But can you estimate by how much she is holding back?”

“I can’t estimate her true strength since I don’t have data on how strong she really is. However, based on her profile and skills, and the trump cards in her arsenal, I can work something.

If we were to factor in her bloodline powers and the restriction the heavens have on her, I would say she is fighting at 20% of her strength, meaning she is holding 80% of her powers back.”

“Ha,” Klaus laughed, “You really are innocent, Icon. You see, when it comes to the heavens, they take pride in creating weapons worth fearing, and this Vampire Queen was one beautiful weapon.

Back when we fought, I was at the ’Law’ Core Formation stage, and she was an Empyrean, a stage ahead of me.

However, even back then, with my Core Formation stage strength, which allowed me to kill even Immortal Emperors, I struggled against her.

Do you know why?”

“I don’t, Master.”

“It is because the lady you are looking at is a weapon. Every part of her body is a weapon. She was created to become someone who, regardless of the situation she finds herself in, can always keep going.

This is why it will sound shocking, but the current her is merely using 5% of her power while Miriam is using 25%.”

The beautiful Icon seemed to have been taken aback by this discovery.

“This is disturbing,” she said, and Klaus nodded.

“Indeed, Icon, this is indeed disturbing. Not only is she overpowered, but she is practically unkillable.

Of course, that is good for her, but I still can’t shake the feeling that if we fail to take back her fate, then regardless of the outcome of the awakening, Earth is doomed.”

Klaus sighed, watching as Tifa clashed fiercely with her sister.

Icon studied Klaus’ expression and, as a system, she immediately created ways for her master to handle the possible outcomes.

“The master must be prepared to put her down if things turn out unfavorably. I already have ways to go about that.”

Klaus smiled, “That is easier said than done, Icon. If killing her was that simple, she would have let me do that in the first place.

However, she knew that outcome would be bad.”

“How so?”

“Because if I were to kill her, the heavens would win, and their winning is like a sword through my heart. I cannot kill her, and nobody else can do it either.

This means she must be saved no matter what.”

Klaus laughed, watching as Tifa was sent flying back by Miriam.

“Bastards. They truly came prepared this time. They saw this day, and they planned well for it.”

“So what is the master planning on doing?” Icon even seemed worried.

As a system, although she was still growing, she had been doing all she could to create favorable outcomes for the battle coming.

She had made considerable progress.

However, the past days had seen her hitting a roadblock whenever she factored in Vampire Queen Tifa’s nature as Heaven’s Executioner into her equations. Check latest chapters at novel•fire.net

This left her frustrated, even for a sentient intelligence being.

Klaus smiled and used his thumb to brush Icon’s hair, “I don’t have a way out now, Icon. So I will fight, and the outcome will be determined by how powerful I have become and how determined I am to raise the middle finger at the heavens.”

“Then does the master have an estimation for his winning margin?”

“Indeed. I calculate that winning will be relative. However, factoring in the undistributed 16 Bloodline points, if the opponent is not 3 times stronger than me, then I have a 3% chance of winning and a 97% chance of failure.”

“Then what is the master’s chance of winning if the opponent is at the Life stage and 5 times stronger than the master?” Icon asked and added, “Per the seniors’ data, he indicated that the Heavens’ Adjudicator can break the rules to some extent.

Factoring his data into account and isolating the probable schemes the heavens will play, there is an 18% chance the Heavens’ Adjudicator will be at the Life stage and 5 times stronger than the master.”

“I would like to stay positive, Icon.” Klaus laughed, “But in any case, I would be forced to use the throne if things were to reach that level.”

Icon smiles, knowing her master’s Throne is one that will shake the foundation of this universe again.

Inside Oracle, the battle between Miriam and her sister had been ongoing for the past 30 minutes, but neither seemed to be backing down.

People were enjoying it, considering the first two battles ended much faster.

By the time 45 minutes had passed, the clash grew even fiercer.

“Don’t lower your shoulder, Miriam, that will allow a small, almost hidden opening to appear. Many might not see it, but I can, and others would also.” Tifa used the hilt of her left sword to hit Miriam’s shoulder, sending her skidding back.

“Thanks, big sister,” Miriam said, dashing toward her sister again. Their clash kept getting fiercer. However, Tifa seemed to be using the moment to teach her sister.

“Your left leg is moving too slowly when swinging from right to left.” Tifa blocked her attack and then, using her right leg, she struck forward, hitting Miriam’s left leg.

“Don’t show the direction you will be swinging unless you want your opponent to always anticipate your attacks.”

“Okay, big sister.”

As more time passed, the battle grew fiercer; however, the two sisters were still far from completion.

At least that was how things were being presented. However, as more time passed, Miriam began to sense that something was amiss.

Her sister had been correcting her flaws for an hour already. Of course, she was grateful; however, she couldn’t help but sense something wasn’t adding up.

This prompted her to also start looking for openings for her sister. However, instead of physical openings, she was aiming for emotional openings.

Two hours into the battle, Miriam spotted the first opening, and so she aimed for it.

“Big sister, why do I feel like this is a farewell battle?”

This question caused Tifa to falter. This allowed Miriam to move closer, and before Tifa could recover, Miriam’s sword touched her neck.

However, despite winning, Miriam didn’t smile; instead, she asked a question that caused the entire world to turn quiet.

“Big sister, are you leaving me again?”

Klaus, who to some degree expected this outcome, sighed.

Miriam was intelligent.

Among her sisters, aside from Lulu, Nebula, Sofia, Princess Eshira, and Lunara, who had recalled their past lives, she had also made progress.

She discovered that she was the infamous Tyrant Queen, who was obsessed with a paragon to the point that she waged war on his enemies.

In that life, she was extremely intelligent, and as she began unraveling her memories, her uncanny and tyrannical yet intelligent mind started to return to her.

As such, what would have escaped Miriam if she were just a human without memories of her past life didn’t escape her now that she had become several times more intelligent.

Tifa was left speechless, not expecting her sister to discover the meaning behind their battle.

“I will be back, Icon.” Klaus vanished and appeared in Paradise City, where the competition was being hosted.