The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse

Chapter 125: Level 3 Master Stage

The newly arrived King-rank Vampire was both imposing and terrifying. It looked like a new variant, towering and fearsome. Just looking at it made everyone want to abandon the battlefield and never return to war again.

Standing 3 meters tall, it showed it was muscular with dark, hungry red eyes. Its skin was a deep crimson, and the bulging veins on its arms made it clear to Uncle Jojo and the others that they were no match for it in terms of size or strength.

In its hand, the Zombie wielded a massive metal club, so large that it seemed to hold unimaginable power. Klaus, however, was more intrigued by the dark crystal embedded in its chest. It pulsed with intense, ominous energy. Just looking at it told him he was no match for this creature, yet a part of him still wanted to fight it.

Suddenly, a horde of Tier 6 Zombie Generals, numbering in the thousands, appeared on the horizon. Then, another Zombie King arrived. This one was purple, and it too came with thousands of Tier 6 Generals.

Then another one appeared this one a deep violet, followed by yet another horde of Tier 6 Generals. Soon, four more Zombie Kings emerged. At this point, everyone on the battlefield began to panic—even the Saints.

There were now seven Zombie Kings, each comparable to Devil Monsters, and behind them stood over ten thousand Tier 6 Zombie Generals. It was a terrifying lineup, and the human army could now fully sense the overwhelming threat before them.

The human army had thousands of Saints and over 20 Sages now. They knew that while a Sage was roughly equivalent to a Tier 6 Zombie in strength, their human intelligence allowed them to fight and hold their own against dozens of Tier 6 Zombies at a time.

However, the real problem lay before them—the enemies they are about to face are Tier 6 Zombie Generals. These creatures were far more terrifying, and even the Sages began to feel the looming threat. As for the Saints, most were no match for the Zombie Generals—except for a few. Uncle Jojo, Xian, Ziggy, James, and Mark, despite the overwhelming odds, stood tall, showing no fear.

Suddenly, a powerful, crushing pressure descended upon the battlefield. The Zombies that the human army had been struggling against collapsed under the immense force, and in an instant, thousands of them were dead.

”Grandmaster stage and below should evacuate the battlefield. Take the injured with you. Saints who canʼt continue should also leave,” the War Goddessʼs indifferent voice echoed across the battlefield.

The numbers they were about to face were no small threat. The Grandmasters and those below them would be nothing more than fodder to the Tier 6 Zombie Generals. As for the Zombie Kings, it would only take a flick of their hands to wipe them out.

Thousands of warriors began rushing toward the safety of the city. Klaus watched his friends for a few moments, then sighed as he retracted the Lotus flower.

”You all should head back first,” Klaus said, knowing his friends were now out of their depth. The scale of the battle had risen beyond anything they could handle.

”Klaus, are you sure you want to fight these things?” Anna asked, clearly uncomfortable with his decision.

”Donʼt worry, Anna. Iʼll be fine. Whatʼs the worst that could happen? I kill a few Tier 6 Generals, maybe get lucky, and drive my sword through a Zombie King. That would make the headlines more interesting, donʼt you think?” Klaus smiled.

”You...” Anna wanted to pull his ear in frustration but stopped herself, glancing around at the others. ”Just be careful, alright? My sister just found happiness. I donʼt want her to break down if something happens to you,” she said before leading the group back.

They had all leveled up to Level 6, but that wasnʼt nearly enough to bridge the three-realm gap between them and the Tier 6 Zombies Generals—let alone the Zombie Kings.

”Klaus, donʼt die. I still havenʼt gotten my revenge for the humiliation you put me through at the Felin Youth Ball,” Miguel said before walking off the battlefield.

The other geniuses who had been present during the ball and were now fighting on the battlefield gave Klaus meaningful looks before leaving as well.

Klaus watched them go, then turned back toward the last-stand army. There was the War Goddess, the sole Sovereign. Dave Arcadian, also the sole Great Sage. He has been suppressing his realm initially. Although he knew the battle was a life or death battle, the politics and backstabbing from the other cities made him want to hide many things.

Well, not anymore, the stakes have risen and he needed all the strength he could Muster. Hiding his realm was not needed anymore, now, itʼs who stands last as the other fall.

Twenty-four Sages, 500 Saints—including his five uncles, Henry the butler, and Kofi, his chief of security and trusted driver. And then, there was Klaus, standing tall with no trace of fear in his eyes.

”Well, ladies and gentlemen, whatʼs the plan?” Klaus asked with a smile. The War Goddess looked at him for a few moments before replying.

”Klaus, are you sure you can handle the Zombie Generals? These are different from the ones in Oracle. And remember, death here is permanent.” She didnʼt want Klaus to make this decision lightly, and she was right to ask.

”Big Sister, I know you refuse to hug this little one because my status isnʼt high enough. But donʼt worry, after killing these Tier 6 bastards like chickens, Iʼll have enough fame to earn that hug,” Klaus grinned.

”Brat, be serious,” the War Goddess frowned, though, behind it, there was a slight blush that only Klaus and Dave Arcadian noticed. Dave gave Klaus a silent thumbs up in his heart. Even though they were about to face a life-or-death battle, there was no harm in a little humor to lift spirits.

”Donʼt worry, Big Sister, just focus on stopping those Tier 7 idiots. The rest can be handled by us,” Klaus said confidently.

”Donʼt get ahead of yourself. The real threat hasnʼt shown itself yet, so I wonʼt be joining this battle. I need to stay on the lookout,” she said, causing everyone to frown.

”You think?” Klaus asked.

”Yes. There are seven Zombie Kings, so itʼs only natural an Emperor is lurking,” she replied. The groupʼs frowns deepened. But the War Goddess remained calm, her eyes on Klaus, who gave her a meaningful look.

”Uncles, can each of you handle a Zombie King?” Klaus asked.

”Brat, watch how your uncles handle these bastards,” Uncle Jojo, the brute of the group, said eagerly, hungry for the fight.

”Good, then there are two more to deal with,” Klaus said, turning to Dave Arcadian, who nodded.

”Iʼll take care of one,” Dave said firmly.

”Then Henry and Kofi, Iʼll trouble you two to handle the last one. The rest of us will take care of the thousands of Zombie Generals. Letʼs all try not to die—I have plans after this, so death isnʼt an option.”

Klaus glanced at the War Goddess—or more specifically, her chest area. He smiled, then looked toward the horizon where thousands of Zombie Generals were starting to appear.

”Gentlemen, itʼs been great fighting beside you. After this battle, letʼs grab some drinks,” Klaus said with a grin as the Ice Lotus bloomed in his hands. ”Letʼs freeze some bastards.”

Everyone except the War Goddess charged forward. Klaus was the first to reach the horde and detonated the Lotus flower, killing hundreds in an instant. At the same time, he felt a surge of energy flood into his soul sea.

”Iʼve leveled up,” he muttered, feeling the increase in his strength, now at Level 3. He smiled, distributing his points across his attributes.

”Time to behead some bastards,” Muttered, his sword instantly appeared coated with sword qi.