The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse

No matter how strong Klaus is, facing over ten Death Stage and three dozen plus Life Stage warriors at the same time isn’t something to take lightly.

Klaus is constantly pushing his body to the limit, evading, defending, and countering all attacks coming at him. He had no time to breathe since every second, attacks kept coming.

However, despite all this struggle, Klaus didn’t seem to be struggling…

It is true that he is under a lot of pressure; however, Klaus hasn’t reached the point where his life is threatened.

Attacks are landing on him, and he keeps feeling the pain; however, despite all that, he has a small smile on his face.

Klaus jumped high into the air, then raised the dual swords he was wielding, bringing them together. The two swords merged and formed into an axe…

“Mountain Splitting Strike.” He unleashed an attack on one of the Life Stage warriors. But this attack was neutralized by a shield-wielding Death Stage warrior who stepped in.

However, the smile on his face didn’t falter. Instead, Klaus turned his boots into large metallic boulders, so heavy that he was pulled from hell with so much force.

The ground trembled as Klaus landed, the sheer weight of his strike leaving cracks spreading like veins across the battlefield.

Dust rose, and the air grew thick with killing intent. However, while everyone saw dust, Klaus saw poison —a slow-acting poison that was gradually being added to the battlefield.

If one’s brain works like Klaus’s does, then they will know that in a battle against people who could easily kill them, the best approach is to be cautious and create a battlefield that suits them better.

Klaus is very patient, so he was fighting, aiming to kill, while also figuring out a way to walk out of this alive.

The Life Stage warriors surrounded him again, circling like vultures waiting for a mistake.

But Klaus didn’t give them that chance. He can’t afford to give them a chance, especially when he still doesn’t know how the four masked figures are tracking his moves.

With a swift motion, he slammed the butt of his axe into the ground, sending a shockwave outward.

The weaker ones who were much closer to him stumbled, their balance lost for a split second—just enough time for Klaus to strike.

He targeted one of them, so he moved, the axe ready for a swing.

“Heaven’s Engine”

The three-layered gravity disc appeared over this poor Life Stage warrior, instantly suppressing him.

“Strike Through”

Klaus swung the axe with so much force that the head he severed shot into the air and vanished from sight.

“Poison Dagger”

However, before Klaus could turn around and move to his right, an assassin appeared before him and stabbed him with a dagger through his chest.

⟪You have been poisoned. Poison: Jade Mantis Venom⟫

⟪Blood Healing Activated…⟫

⟪Poison Neutralized⟫

In under a second, the Paragon System worked on the poison before Klaus even moved back.

“What?”

The assassin who vanished through the shadows appeared far from Klaus and muttered, shocked, that the poison was neutralized even before he dug out his dagger from Klaus’s chest.

“No need to be shocked. Poisons don’t work on me,” Klaus grinned and turned into ice mist, appearing behind a Death Stage warrior. However, a chain came from behind him, aiming to shatter his skull.

Klaus caught it and channeled his lightning element, sending it through the metallic chain to land a powerful soul attack on the attacker.

He coughed a mouthful of blood and moved back to heal. However, Klaus knew he couldn’t have a second chance to get this opening, so despite a sword coming at him, he tapped into his Spirit Master abilities, and a spear flashed out, driving a hole through the bastard’s head.

However, he paid a price for killing another opponent.

The sword cut through his chest, drawing blood…

However, something happened the next second that caused Klaus to widen his eyes.

“Rewind”

Just when the cut appeared on his chest, his armor, which was formed from four heads of the nine-headed Ancient Hydra Dragon, healed him.

No…

Calling it healing is an understatement. The head of time rewinds the injury, reversing it by a second.

So while Klaus was cut, the Law of Time made it appear as though he wasn’t injured in any way.

’Thank you, Aechron.’ The head of time is called Aechron.

Klaus blocked a spear thrust, but he was forced back a few steps…

However, before he could move, one of the Death Stage warriors, covered in dark armor and wielding twin scimitars, appeared behind him with speed so fast Klaus barely tracked him.

Klaus twisted just in time, his axe clashing with both blades in a thunderous impact that sent sparks flying.

“You’re fast,” Klaus muttered, locking eyes with him. “But not fast enough.”

Before the warrior could react, Klaus drove his knee into his stomach, then followed with a headbutt that sent the man crashing backward.

His nose broke, and blood started oozing out.

“Rule number one… Never take compliments from your opponents.” Klaus laughed, but he jumped back and slashed his axe forward, which transformed into a broadsword.

His sword cut through a sword arc unleashed by a sneaky swordsman, hidden and constantly looking for openings.

The broadsword turned back into an axe just when another Death Stage warrior lunged in from the side, this one using a spear.

Klaus ducked under the thrust, grabbed the shaft, and yanked him forward before smashing the flat side of his axe into his jaw.

The impact was so fierce that the warrior’s helmet shattered.

“Rule number two… Never wear a helmet to an axe fight.”

A grin formed on Klaus’s face, infuriating the warriors, who were doing their best to at least severely injure him.

“Pull back”

Suddenly, all warriors attacking Klaus pulled back, allowing the Paragon to have a breather. However, the next second, an arrow was aimed at him and was fired.

At first, Klaus thought it was a mere arrow… however, when it drew closer, he was heavily mistaken.

The arrow cut through the air, spinning with a piercing whistle. Klaus’s eyes narrowed the moment he sensed the distortion of space around it.

“This isn’t an ordinary arrow”. Klaus used a void step to move back, but the arrow followed.

The moment it neared him, the arrow split into ten identical ones, each carrying a fragment of spatial energy.

“Spatial arrows…” Klaus muttered, his axe flashing as he swung upward.

“Tch.” A chuckle escaped his mouth, knowing he had landed himself in trouble now.

However, despite the trouble he found himself in, Klaus was thrilled. He knew it wouldn’t be the last danger… in fact, it is just the start.

The instant his weapon connected with the first arrow, the rest shifted direction mid-air, bending space itself to bypass his guard.

Klaus stomped hard, releasing a surge of gravity that distorted the surrounding space and forced the arrows off course.

It was a precise and well-timed move, yet one managed to graze his shoulder, slicing through flesh and armor alike.

The moment blood dripped, the Hydra armor glowed faintly.

“Rewind,” echoed again, and the wound vanished as if it never happened.

A low growl rumbled from the distance as the archer stepped forward, a tall, slender man cloaked in silver shadows, his bow radiating the aura of space law.