The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse

Now that Klaus isn’t holding back as he did during the Blood Tournament, the moment he attacks, he goes all out.

Of course, if he were to hold back, it would be his funeral.

The Blood Killing Vortex is a replica of the Demon Killing Circle. However, instead of just trapping the opponent, it allows Klaus to activate a hidden skill called [Thousand Blood Arcs].

With just a single swing of his scythe, Klaus manifested thousands of blood arcs, each real and filled with killing intent.

The blood arcs descended like a crimson storm, causing the very space to tremble.

”What the hell is this?” Mig shouted, his expression turning sour. Leu wasn’t happy either; the feeling of dread filled the air, bearing down on them.

They barely had time to react before the vortex roared to life. The killing intent alone crushed down on them like an invisible mountain, making their breathing stagger and their movements slow.

It felt like a True Immortal was descending on them.

Thousands of blood-red crescents spun violently along the inner walls of the vortex, each one humming with a shrill, hunger-filled resonance.

”Defensive formation!” Mig shouted, planting his spear down. The blunt end of the spear shattered the void as a crimson barrier flared around them.

They both poured a lot of immortal energy into the formation, making sure the storm coming wouldn’t shred them to pieces.

Leu moved instantly, his spear spinning as layers of spear intent wrapped around his body like rotating shields.

Space trembled as their combined strength pushed outward, barely holding back the first wave of the blood arcs.

”Hmm, looks like they aren’t simple.”

[They are two high-level Real Immortal masters. So it is perfectly normal for them not to be simple.]

Klaus laughed, his voice echoing inside the vortex... ”Let me kick it up a notch.”

Klaus poured so much energy into his scythe and unleashed yet another wave of blood arcs, these ones humming with more power than the last.

”What in the hell...” Leu turned pale as countless blood arcs appeared again and rained down on them.

The blood arcs slammed into their defences, causing the space to tremble and small void cracks to appear.

CRASH—CRASH—CRASH

Each impact felt like a True Immortal striking them head-on. Mig coughed blood as cracks started to spread across his barrier. The load on him is just too overwhelming him.

They underestimated Klaus, and the price is what they are paying now.

Meanwhile, Leu’s spear aura warped and bent, sparks of red and silver exploding outward.

”This isn’t normal!” Leu roared. ”That’s not an attack from a mortal.”

Before Mig could say anything, Klaus appeared silently, holding his bloody scythe.

He stepped out of the vortex like a god, appearing above them upside down, Bloodwork already swinging. He timed it perfectly and knew when to get close.

So the moment the chance revealed itself, he took it.

The scythe carved downward, its blade dragging the vortex with it. In an instant, the extreme, suffocating energy of death filled the space.

When it comes to killing, there is no one better than Klaus. He had killed gods in his past lives, so mere immortals, provided he had the chance, wouldn’t see him coming.

Mig reacted on instinct, thrusting his spear upward. However, he was a little too late to gather momentum in his thrust.

When the two weapons collided, the impact was immediate.

CLANG

The impact shattered Mig’s spear in half.

But the bloodthirsty Bloodwork didn’t slow down one bit.

The scythe cleaved through Mig’s shoulder, cutting deep into his chest and sending him spinning backward. He gasps for breath, but they came in empty, suffocating gasps, like a cave has been dug into his chest.

The blood that was supposed to drip off the wound flew and merged with the scythe.

But that wasn’t the kill move Klaus planned. He had a more hungry killing move in mind.

Mig’s scream was short-lived as the blood pouring from his wound was instantly torn from his body, streaming toward the scythe in thick, glowing strands. Bloodwork sucked everything.

”No—!” Mig reached out desperately, but his strength drained rapidly as Bloodwork drank him dry.

”There is only one rule when facing Bloodwork. Don’t bleed,” Klaus smiled, with an evil grin mixed in there somewhere.

Mig’s body collapsed into a withered husk. It was left to float into the infinity of space, devoid of all blood.

Leu’s eyes went wide.

”Brother!”

”Ain’t no brotherhood in crime, buddy. So prepare to die,” Klaus turned toward the emotional Leu. His eyes were red, rage burning in his chest.

His rage exploded from him as he forced his remaining power outward, his spear aura igniting into a blazing pillar. If he had an Immortal Ring, he would have used it right about now.

Too bad he and his pals saw Klaus as a weakling, and as a result, they relaxed, letting him distract them for a second.

That second of distraction had cost Mig his life; now, he is next.

Leu lunged forward, stabbing straight at Klaus’s heart, abandoning all defense for a killing blow.

It was like he knew he was about to die, so he went for a killing blow, using his life to score some brownie points.

To his shock, however, Klaus didn’t retreat.

He smiled and winked at him. This sight made him realise he had fallen in yet another trap.

Bloodwork spun once in his hands, a blood-red light tracing the spin.

Klaus channeled some more energy into his scythe before unleashing a swing, letting the scythe’s blade trace a tight arc.

SHRRRRK

Leu froze mid-thrust, eyes wide.

He clearly saw what happened.

It was an elegant swing, one that caused a thin red line to split his spear down the middle. A heartbeat later, the line continued up his arms, across his chest, and through his neck.

Leu’s head slid free, drifting silently as his body remained standing for a brief, surreal moment, like he had been wired on puppet strings.

Then, Bloodwork pulled.

Leu’s blood ripped free in a violent torrent, flooding into the scythe. Soon, his body was left to float, dried, just like Mig’s.

Klaus looked at his scythe for a moment and smiled. ”Looks like we need to kill some more to awaken the first seal.”

Bloodwork hummed as if to say yes. Seeing this, Klaus’s expression grew even more cheerful.

He lifted his hand and snapped his finger.

The vortex collapsed.

In the distance, he saw Seraya hovering over the Bowman, the tip of the carved blade inches away from his forehead. The look of fear could be seen in Lewin’s eyes as he raised his hand in surrender.

’Lord Klaus, he said he had some information,’ Seraya transmitted to Klaus, who furrowed his brow and teleported to their location.

”Speak.”

Lewin tried to ask for assurance, but upon seeing the cold look in Klaus’s eyes and the monstrous weapon on his shoulder, he swallowed his words and began to answer the question.

”I have information on almost all the people who took the bounty and how to dodge most of them.” Lewin paused for a moment, then added, ”But before I say anything, you must promise to let me go afterwards.”

”Hmmm,” Klaus hummed, then a smile appeared on his face... ”Or I can just kill you and read your memory.”

Lewin turned pale.

A few seconds later, Klaus brought him into the spaceship, and they left the area before more mercenaries and assassins arrived.