The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse

Nobody expected that while everyone was asleep, there was a dark knight moving from one shadow to the next, hunting all who thought having strength made them invincible.

He had the strength and the body to do just about anything he wanted without raising any suspicion. If he wants, he can create more than one body to do his unholy.

Klaus knew this time he would have to face his problems head-on, unlike the last time when he snuck off simply because he was not prepared to face several True Immortals.

This time around, he had become an Immortal himself. But aside from that, he could also harness Immortal Rings, so he decided to unleash his Paragon body in this unholy quest.

So far, the main body was a medium-level Early Immortal, while the Criminal body had already reached the peak. The one still lacking was the Paragon body.

It was still at the low level, so he wanted to raise it to the medium level. This way, his chances of killing Lord Varkos will atleast increase by a few folds.

Luckily, he was unleashed just in time as the assassins closed in on the hotel where Klaus was resting.

His first target was a True Immortal who had been following him since he left the Arena. Unlike the several others who decided to walk away, he believed he had what it took to kill Klaus, so he came after him.

He was an archer who specialised in the use of shadow and fire.

His plan was rather simple. He wanted to close the distance between himself and Klaus’s hotel. Then, once he located the room Klaus was staying in, he would use the shadows to move and ambush him.

However, just when he was making his way through the shadows, a hand reached into the darkness and grabbed him by the neck.

”Huh...” he jerked, trying to free himself. The hand came on rather quickly and was extremely tight, giving him little to no time to even react.

He channelled his immortal rings to boost his strength. However, before he could make a second attempt to free himself, the other hand moved and stabbed into his chest, grabbing hold of his heart.

A painful moan escaped his lips. However, before he could muster any resistance, Klaus ripped it out of his chest and showed it to him.

”This is your price of failure.”

He tried to hold on, but his immortal spirit had long since been absorbed, leaving his physical body limp.

The main aim here was to allow the paragon body to level up while also farming potential weapon spirits. So the moment he ripped out his heart, the immortal body was taken with it, allowing it not even a sliver of a chance to escape.

Klaus let go, forcing him to slam into the ground.

He then placed the heart on his chest and vanished into the shadows, leaving not even a speck of dust behind him.

The second kill was another True Immortal who had positioned himself on a rooftop, overlooking the hotel Klaus was lodging in.

In his hand were twin daggers, coated in toxins that promised to leave long-lasting pain, one that would break the soul before killing the body.

He had prepared well, and as he waited, his focus was completely on the hotel. In fact, when Klaus appeared behind him, he had no idea.

He wasn’t expecting anyone, especially the person he was after, to appear behind him.

Klaus took an image of him, then reached forward and tapped him on the back. He felt the touch and reacted, or at least tried to.

Before he could muster the energy to move, Klaus pressed his body against the roof and stabbed a pointed dagger through his neck. ”You really should up your game next time, or else your death will always be laughable.”

While he was dying, Klaus twisted the dagger, amplifying the pain even more.

The dagger he had prepared for Klaus fell, and being the good Samaritan he was, he picked it up and stabbed him from the back, making sure only the tip of the dagger touched his heart.

A muffled scream escaped his lips. However, a few seconds later, his resistance proved futile, and so he died.

Klaus spent a couple of minutes working his magic on the body. After he was done, he left and headed to the basement of the hotel, where the third assassin was.

Meanwhile, inside the hotel room, Klaus had already sealed it shut, so as his visitors started to appear, all their screams and curses could only be heard in the room.

Not even someone standing outside the door would hear what is happening inside the room.

So far, two immortal spirits hovered before him, their expressions pale and filled with anger. They had just died in the easiest way possible, only to end up alive and well in their immortal spirit forms.

Even more painfully, the one who killed them was none other than the person they were after. The mind-numbing thing, however, was that they had no idea how Klaus had managed to kill them when he had not moved since he entered the hotel room.

That was the shocking aspect.

Not even their death left them in shock like the mystery of how Klaus managed to kill them did.

A few minutes later, a third immortal spirit appeared, bringing with him all the questions and confusion the initial two had also brought.

”Just what is going on?” the assassin who was killed on the rooftop asked, but Klaus did not even bother to glance at him.

He merely leaned back and continued to watch as one Immortal soul after another appeared in the lineup. For hours, he remained in the same spot until the clock hit 4 a.m.

By then, 17 immortal spirits stood confused before Klaus’s bed. Somewhere along the line, he even fell asleep. But he woke up just when Paragon returned to his soul sea.

The harvest for the night ended with 17 dead, and that alone proved the point he wanted to make.

Seeing the confused looks on their faces, Klaus smiled.

”You are all here because you thought making 10 billion Heaven Crystals was as simple as killing me. I warned you all, but I guess, as the saying goes, seeing is believing.

You came to see, and well, you saw. So be content with what you have seen because from now onward, your lives will be under my control.

I will turn all 17 of you into weapon spirits, so use the remaining days left in the blood tournament to come to terms with the new direction your lives will be taking.”

After saying that, he waved his hand, and they vanished, appearing in his soul sea. He made sure they appeared inside his first star core, where the thousands of weapons hung over their heads.

This was his way of telling them this would be their new home from now onward.

Not all of the weapons could take weapon spirits. However, he had over a hundred weapons that, if he could find weapon spirits for each, would be wonderful.

One day, his Weapons Overlord class would become a deadly class in all of existence.

The ability to make weapons fight on their own with little to no command would, without a doubt, make anyone very happy.

So today, he managed to obtain 17 immortal spirits, which he would convert into weapon spirits. Tomorrow, if, after the message he had left behind, they still chose to come after him, he would add more.

Regardless, he had made a bountiful harvest, and that was all that mattered.