The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse

The moment the eye appeared in the air, Meva felt her soul tremble.

She sensed it; the danger in the air was beyond anything she had ever seen before…

“A mere bug who was fortunate enough to receive a few trinkets from the hateful heavens thinks she is the chosen one,” Klaus smirked.

He pressed his palm forward, and the eye hummed, releasing a powerful wave of soul energy. The eye opened, and a colossal beam of lightning fired, engulfing Meva’s figure.

The domain trembled violently as the river boiled and evaporated. Screams of trapped souls echoed, breaking free from their bindings.

They were all released but evaporated the next second. They’d been trapped for a long time, so now free, they immediately vanished into the cycle of reincarnation to be reborn.

When the light faded, Meva hovered weakly in midair, her spear cracked, her aura fading by the second.

“You… monster…” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Klaus lowered his bow.

He made no attempt to finish off Meva. Instead, before he went for the kill, he first turned and looked at the Crack. There, he saw King Archon and the four masked figures appear again.

He stared at Klaus and smirked.

Klaus, on the other hand, grinned and then pointed up ahead.

King Archon raised his head and looked, only to see a dome forming over them. In what felt like a split second, the entire battlefield shifted, and around him now were himself, the four masked figures, 56 Death Stage warriors, and a whopping 600 Life Stage warriors.

The majority of them were from the Hunterx unit, and the others were the mercenaries.

Before any of them could react, the dome formed, and the battlefield right before the Crack was sealed.

All over the many battlefields, everyone turned and looked at this. Klaus’s wives and the various generals panicked when they saw Klaus about to face off against 600-plus terrifying warriors.

Some were compelled to come to his rescue; however, in that very moment, every last warrior having Klaus’s blood in their veins heard his voice enter their heads.

“Relax, everyone. The enemy came prepared, and the only way to ensure their plans didn’t succeed was to do the impossible.

I am now about to do the impossible, so you all should try to hold them back. Help will come, but I don’t know when, so please, try not to die.”

They nodded.

A few Death Stage warriors tried attacking the dome, but it held strong, showing no signs of cracking.

Klaus’ voice entered Danny’s head next. “Buddy, when the time is right, go for it. You are my first trump card, so make me proud.”

Danny’s fist went through the head of a Domain Stage warrior, blasting it apart.

“Don’t worry, Klaus, I will get the job done.”

“I know you will.”

The next person to hear him was Kilian. “You don’t have to be afraid of who you are, Kilian. You are meant to kill, so embrace that and show them what a real killer looks like.”

Kilian nodded, his eyes completely black. His body was also surrounded by dark flames, and around him, the blood from the hundreds he had killed started to boil—probably from the heat emanating from his body.

Mason heard his voice next. “You are more than you are showing now. I know this because we once were life-or-death brothers. Unleash your inner killer and defy the heavens.”

Mason was sweeping the battlefield like a wave. His movement was both swift and deadly.

The five uncles also heard Klaus’s voice in their heads. “I will leave them all to you, uncles. Protect them.”

“We got you, kiddo… just don’t die,” Uncle Ziggy said, looking toward the dome.

“I still have stuff to do, uncle, so don’t worry, I will live.”

All 27 wives heard his voice at the same time. “Ladies, no need to frown… I got this, so relax and protect the Earth for me.”

They were all panicking, looking at the lineup Klaus had purposely waited for to trap, allowing his team some space to handle the millions coming at them.

“Be safe, Klaus,” Lily said, her sword cutting through the torso of a Vareenite warrior.

“I will, my sweet Lily…”

“Remember, you have 27 amazing wives waiting for you… So don’t die,” Lunara said, and Klaus could only smile.

“I know, ladies. Rest assured, I will spend a whole year doing it with all of you till I can’t walk again and pass out.”

They blushed, which was a good thing. Klaus knew they were worried, so he made them relax.

Klaus’s next focus was on his mom, who was standing far away from the battlefield, killing the warriors using her three weapons at her disposal…

The battle had reached the stage where she couldn’t be reckless. So knowing her son was worried, she retreated. Klaus’s soul bodies were also back inside his soul sea.

“Don’t worry, Mom, I will be fine. Just protect my wives for me, okay?”

She could only nod, holding back her worried look. She knew her son was watching her, so she allowed a smile to appear on her face to tell him she wasn’t worried.

Klaus smiled, and then his voice entered Queenie’s head.

“There is a 78% chance somebody or something dangerous will come out after I execute my final plans, so be prepared. Nyxthar and Eryx will help you.

Also, don’t use the Blood Dance unless there is no other way.”

“I understand.”

Klaus nodded and turned to face the 600-plus warriors staring at him. Some were still attacking the dome, trying to break it.

Klaus chuckled and spoke. “Stop wasting your time. This dome formation is being powered by the dead bodies from your side.

The only way it will deactivate is if I will it or if nobody is dying on your side.” Klaus turned and looked, watching as thousands of blood swords stabbed through the bodies of the Neburian warriors, ending them in an instant.

When their bodies hit the ground, they dissolved into the earth and transformed into runes, which flew and merged with the dome.

“As you can see, they aren’t exactly faring well.” Klaus laughed and looked at the faces of every last warrior he was about to face.

“It is rather unfortunate, isn’t it? Most of you came to this mission thinking you would have it easy, only to meet me…” A skin armour formed from the Head of Space covered his body, leaving only his head unprotected.

“Many of you have heard of Paragons but never met one.” The Head of Void also formed into leather armour and covered Klaus’s body.

“You dreaded them, knowing they are the most dangerous warriors to ever walk the face of the universe.” The Head of Time formed into a chest plate, shoulder guards, boots, and a horned helmet made of red metal.

“Too bad you have picked the wrong world to invade today.” Finally, the Head of Death formed into three pairs of feathered wings.

“You’ve picked the wrong Paragon to challenge.” Klaus extended his hand, and a black sword made of mysterious, liquid-type metal appeared in his grasp.

“System, activate my unknown bloodline and class.”

Ten copies of Klaus appeared, and they all unleashed their auras.

“KILL HIM!”

And just like that, the Paragon of the Nine Stars arrived on the battlefield.