The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse

Klaus stopped 200 meters away from King Archon and his four Seers.

“Are you the leader of this world?” one of the Seers asked. If not for the mask covering his face, one would have seen the disdainful look on his face.

Klaus, of course, gave him a deserved answer…

“I don’t answer to dogs…” His gaze then turned to King Archon, and a smirk formed on his lips.

“You hiding do know that people in your shadow cannot save you from me, right?” Klaus’s words caused King Archon to frown.

However, Klaus, known for shattering the hopes and dreams of anyone, further emphasized his words…

“You have ten Life-stage warriors and a Death-stage warrior in your shadow. They are all ready to strike when you give the order. However, unfortunately for you, I have already devised 230 ways to kill them.

Obviously, the Death-stage warrior will die first because he will get to me faster, and he is rather weak. The Life-stage warriors will follow suit.”

SLASH

Klaus wasn’t done speaking when a figure dressed in deep green flashed from King Archon’s shadow and lunged at Klaus, slashing his sword at him.

He appeared in an instant, just like Klaus had calculated.

However, knowing he would come very fast was one thing… actually defending against him was a different thing.

When the attack arrived, Klaus stepped back; however, the sword was much longer, so it severed his neck, causing his head to fly off his body.

“Hahahahahaha.” The Death-stage warrior caught it and burst out into resounding laughter.

The next second, however, his expression froze…

“What a pity. To think a mere Death-stage warrior thinks he has what it takes to kill me.” The head he was holding spoke, and then it turned into smoke.

In an instant, the Death-stage warrior coughed, then his body started shaking.

Suddenly, blood started coming out of his mouth, nose, eyes, and all other orifices.

BOOM

His body exploded in a mist of blood. By then, the ten Life-stage warriors appeared within range. The blood mist formed into smaller threads and lunged at all ten of them.

Before they could even notice the threads, they stabbed holes through their foreheads.

“Blood Life Drain.”

Klaus’s voice boomed, and the ten withered away like glass. The blood mist formed into a new Klaus, causing King Archon and the four Seers to take a few steps back, fear gripping them.

Within a span of 6 seconds, Klaus killed a Death-stage warrior and ten Life-stage warriors.

“That was easier than I thought.” Klaus sighed, then he turned back to King Archon.

“How was that for an introduction?”

“It doesn’t change anything. Do you think killing a few warriors is enough to disrupt my plans?” King Archon said, his expression ugly.

The way Klaus saw through him and even killed the eleven hunters he had cultivated and groomed for this moment left his heart beating wildly.

He was in shock.

Klaus merely smiled. “Of course not. I know the heavens made sure you prepared well… Of course, you had to prepare; after all, the heavens are rather shameless in picking a beautiful world such as Planet Nebu to send to the slaughterhouse.”

Klaus grinned.

Moments like this, one had to be arrogant to get under the skin of the enemy.

Klaus is no weakling.

He is very dangerous, and while he would have struggled if he were still at the Void stage, now that he is at the Chaos stage, not even a Life stage warrior can compare to him.

He expected the heavens to come at him with all they had… They did, but their first attempt to kill him ended in abysmal failure…

“At this point, I know it is either you all die or I and my force do. There can never be a third option.

However, know this: even if my side loses, your planet will be reduced to ash… so do your best and, please, say sorry to the innocent on your side.

Klaus turned to leave.

After a few steps, he turned and looked at King Archon, this time with eyes devoid of emotion. “Their death is the price you will pay for becoming lackeys of the heavens.”

Klaus moved away, not touching the king. He still has his role to play.

“My king… I can’t sense or see any civilians in this world. It seems there are none,” one of the Seers said, further causing the expression on King Archon’s face to turn grim.

“Let’s go back now.” His words caused the four Seers to start flying toward the crack. They entered in the next second. As for King Archon, he stopped and stared back into Klaus’s cold eyes before entering.

He had come to sneakily kill the leader of Earth; however, what he received was the death of eleven capable warriors and a warning that left him scared for his own life and that of the innocent civilians, hoping they would win this battle.

When he appeared in his world, his order spread out like wildfire.

“MOVE OUT AND KILL THEM ALL.”

He moved away in a certain direction. After a few seconds of flying, he stopped and gave an order.

“PREPARE THE WEAPONS.”

From one side of the planet, three powerful cannons were moved and lifted toward the crack. A Death-stage warrior clad in Neburian armor flew toward King Archon. “Who is the primary target?”

King Archon waved his hand, and Klaus’s image appeared.

“Kill him at all costs.”

“Rest assured, my king, the Hunterx Unit will bring you his head.” The Death-stage warrior flew away.

In the Neburian army, there is a unit called Hunterx. They are the strongest and most lethal warriors in the Neburian legion.

They have only 550 members

One was the Death-stage warrior who had killed.

the 549 were the ones sending the three C-class weapons. In total, they have 50 Death stage warriors and 500 Life stage ones.

Nobody knew how the Neburians were able to raise such warriors, but they were their trump cards, and now Klaus was their primary target.

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Klaus, who was back on the sideline, brought out the multi-dimensional cube, and with a gesture, portals started appearing all over the battlefield.

From within, one Domain-stage warrior after another started stepping out.

Not only did 3,000 Domain-stage warriors appear, but the rest, who were in the Nether stage, also stepped out.

Before coming into the battle, Klaus had only had 14,708 Nether-stage beasts. However, when the battle began, he used the 17 Bloodline points he had received after the marathon with his ladies to upgrade his Star Monarch bloodline.

This allowed him to raise 3,000 Domain-stage warriors. Now, they had been unleashed, and the major trump card Klaus had was released with them.

“Kill them all.”

Klaus gave the order, and they went into battle. After them, a figure clad in completely dark clothing appeared, holding a zither.

“What are your orders?” Maud, the puppet that Klaus had bestowed the blessing of death on, asked, kneeling in front of him.

“Go and harvest as many souls as you can and bring them to me.”

“I will not disappoint, Lord Death.” Maud turned into a dark mist and moved away. Klaus sighed, and then he started waiting..

Using the Power of Suggestion on King Archon had drained his mental strength, but it was worth it. Now, all he could do was wait and let the poor king send out all his trump cards.