THE LAST PARAGON IN THE APOCALYPSEC205: Hard Pressed
Inside the meeting room for the Overlords, the Cold Expressionly Lady watched the screen displaying Klaus's battle with the Zombie Kings. Her usual icy demeanor had softened, showing hints of shock, respect, and something else that couldn't be pointed out.
"This kid is something else," she muttered to herself. .net
Suddenly, the door opened, and a redhead with a fiery gaze entered the room. Her eyes immediately locked on the screen—or more precisely, on Klaus, who was fighting within his ice domain.
"What are you doing here, Nari? Shouldn't you be off exploring the Ancient Ruin?" the Cold Lady asked her tone a mix of curiosity and slight annoyance.
"Tsk, I can't just leave without saying goodbye," Nari said with a teasing smirk. "But hey, who would've thought the mighty leader of the Overlords would turn out to be a stalker?"
"Who's a stalker? I just wanted to keep track of things," the Cold Lady replied, her voice firm, though the faintest hint of a smile touched her lips.
Nari's grin widened. "Uh-huh, 'keeping track' looks a lot like watching Klaus's every move."
The Cold Lady shook her head. "He's in the middle of an important battle. It's natural to monitor the situation."
"Sure, sure," Nari teased, crossing her arms. "But still, you have to admit, Klaus is holding his own out there. He's growing stronger every day."
The Cold Lady nodded slightly, her gaze still fixed on the screen. "He is. But the enemies he's facing aren't ordinary either. This battle could be his breaking point."
"Or it could be what pushes him to the next level," Nari added. "He's not the type to back down, not after everything he's been through." Nari in her attempt to be a perfect wingman has researched a lot on Klaus instead of doing her duty as an Overlord. They both are stalkers in a way
The Cold Lady remained silent, her thoughts drifting. She had watched Klaus from a distance for a while now, and though she wouldn't admit it out loud, there was something about him that intrigued her.
His determination, his strength, the way he faced impossible odds, and well, his handsomeness. There is just something about him she couldn't quite place her finger on.
"Anyway, I'm heading out soon," Nari said, breaking the silence. "But before I go, you should probably admit it."
"Admit what?" the Cold Lady asked, her voice cool.
"That you care about the kid," Nari said with a wink.
The Cold Lady's expression hardened, but she said nothing. Nari laughed and vanished from the room, leaving the Cold Lady to sigh in relief. She turned her attention back to the screen, where Klaus was still fighting, hard-pressed but relentless in his killing.
"Amazing," she muttered, watching him push forward despite the overwhelming odds.
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Back in the Demon's Abode, Klaus was doing everything he could to hold the Zombies at bay, but it was easier said than done. The waves of undead seemed endless, and he was beginning to feel the weight of the battle pressing down on him.
If not for the Dragon, which was tearing through Zombies on its own, Klaus knew he would have been forced to retreat long ago. The sight of the Dragon's raw power made him wonder just how strong it could become if he poured more of his Star Qi into it.
But he hesitated. He needed to be calculated in this fight. If he recklessly used his energy without restraint, he knew he'd regret it later. Every second, he could feel his Star Qi being drained, and the battle was far from over.
"At this rate, I won't make it until the ritual is over," Klaus muttered under his breath. He could feel exhaustion creeping in, his body beginning to tire from the constant fighting. His only hope was that Miriam would arrive before he ran out of energy entirely.
The Zombies pressed down on him from all sides, their sheer numbers threatening to overwhelm him. Yet Klaus held firm, his sword cutting through them with precision. He had to survive. There was no other option.
Meanwhile, inside the force field atop the Seven Pillars, the Zombie Kings and the Zombie Lady continue to watch the battle. Their gazes were locked on Klaus, their fists clenched in frustration. Despite sending wave after wave of soldiers at him, Klaus continued to fight, killing their forces with terrifying efficiency.
The Zombie Lady's eyes narrowed, her murderous intent clear. "He's more resilient than I thought," she muttered.
One of the Zombie Kings grunted in agreement. "But even he has limits. The ritual will complete soon, and when it does, he'll be finished."
They all held that wicked, dangerous, and Bloodthirsty look in their eyes as they watched the battle with no hope of joining anytime soon. But they knew they would soon be finished, and once that time came, not even the gods could save Klaus.
The red energy coming from all over the forest was being poured into the pillars and then absorbed into the bodies of the Zombies atop the Pillars. By the seconds, one could tell some changes were appearing in the Zombies, but for now, until the ritual was over, all they could do was watch.
They all knew Klaus couldn't keep up this pace forever. But Klaus, exhausted as he was, still fought with everything he had, hoping that his allies would arrive in time.
Suddenly, a Zombie King managed to sneak into Klaus's blind spot, aiming to sever his head. But before it could strike, Klaus swiftly directed the Void Piercing Needle, piercing the Zombie's skull and spraying blood everywhere.
"I'm losing too much Star Qi," Klaus muttered, feeling the strain of the battle.
He had activated three powerful skills: Ice Lotus Bloom, the Fire Dragon Spirit, and the Bell of Harrows. These were the only things holding the Zombies back for now.
The Ice Lotus served as his shield, a defensive barrier that also enhanced his speed and strike power. Inside the icy domain created by the Lotus, Klaus moved like a god.
While he was physically weaker and slower than the Zombie Kings, within the domain, he had the advantage of manipulating the elemental essence in the air. His Elemental Overlord Talent had made him highly attuned to these elements, allowing him to thrive in the chaos.
The Bell of Harrows, on the other hand, was his secret weapon. Each ring sent out sonic and soul attacks, momentarily severing the Zombies' connection to their defense. This brief lapse in their defenses gave Klaus just enough time to land fatal blows.
But even with this edge, Klaus could feel his energy slipping away. The constant drain on his Star Qi was becoming more noticeable with each passing second. While he was able to recover some of it, the rate at which he was spending it far outpaced his recovery.
The Fire Dragon was doing its part, its tail slashing through the air and sending out waves of fiery arcs. Each strike obliterated groups of Zombies, but like the Ice Lotus and the Bell of Harrows, the Dragon was draining Klaus's Star Qi reserves at an alarming rate.
He gritted his teeth, pushing through the exhaustion. Klaus knew he couldn't sustain this much longer, but he had to hold out. The battle was far from over, and he needed to conserve whatever energy he had left.
Suddenly, a wave of Zombie Kings broke through the ice domain, using some strange ability that Klaus had never seen before. They surged toward him with terrifying speed. His heart turned cold as he counted them—ten Zombie Kings, all with weapons drawn, eyes gleaming with hunger for his blood.
Klaus gripped his sword tighter, knowing this could be it. The Zombie Kings approaching him were far more powerful than the regular Kings for some unknown reason. If they got too close, the odds would turn against him fast. His mind raced, calculating his next move, but before he could act, a sudden heat burst through the cold.
Just when the Zombie Kings were about to reach him, a massive wave of fire exploded in front of him, engulfing the undead in a blazing inferno. Klaus blinked in shock, feeling the searing heat even within his icy domain.
He quickly turned to the source of the fire and saw his Flame Dragon Spirit in action, hovering above the battlefield, spraying fire from its mouth. The flames roared like a living thing, consuming everything in their path, including the Zombie Kings who had dared to come close.
"The fuck?" Klaus muttered, half in relief and half in disbelief
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THE LAST PARAGON IN THE APOCALYPSEC206: Dragons Breath
"The fuck?" Klaus muttered, half in relief and half in disbelief. His Flame Dragon Spirit had just saved his life, but the sheer power it unleashed left him momentarily stunned.
The Zombie Kings, appearing hungry for blood and danger, were now burning, their bodies twisted in agony as they tried to escape the firestorm. Klaus couldn't help but grin, though it was a tired grin. He'd forgotten for a moment just how powerful his Dragon Spirit was or more precisely, how lethal his Chaotic Nirvana Flame is.
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But there was no time to rest. More enemies were coming, and his Star Qi was still draining fast. He needed to think ahead, conserve energy, and keep the battle from spiraling out of control again.
However, before Klaus could come up with a plan, he noticed something strange. The fire particles that had engulfed the Zombie Kings were now being absorbed back into the dragon. In the next moment, like a raging torrent, another breath of flame gushed out, turning the already burning Zombies into nothing but ash.
"The fuck is going on?" Klaus shouted in shock, his eyes wide as he watched the scene unfold.
"Congratulations, brat, your Fire Dragon Spirit has awakened its second ability," a familiar senior voice echoed in his mind. Klaus smiled but was still shocked.
"Well, that's great, then!" Klaus replied, feeling a surge of excitement. Even though chaos surrounded him, he couldn't help but feel a wave of happiness wash over him. But alongside that joy, a sense of concern crept in. The sudden change in his Dragon Spirit's behavior wasn't something he expected.
"Senior, I'm not the one doing that. So how is the Dragon acting on its own? It just saved me from getting ganged up on. Does that mean it knows when I'm in danger? How does that make any sense?" Klaus asked, clearly confused.
"Brat, you should know by now that your fire element isn't the same as it was a few days ago," the senior replied, his tone steady.
"It's not just a regular flame anymore—it's a flame spirit. A spirit can sense when you're in danger because it's now connected to your soul. No matter how calm you appear on the outside, your flame spirit will always know when something threatens you."
Klaus processed the information, his mind racing. It strangely made sense. His connection to the Flame Dragon Spirit wasn't just about control anymore—it was deeper, something instinctual. The Dragon had acted on its own, sensing his situation, even if he hadn't consciously felt it.
"That's... something," Klaus muttered, feeling both impressed and a bit unnerved.
"Don't overthink it," the senior's voice advised. "Your spirit and soul are intertwined now. You've become stronger because of it. Trust the bond."
Klaus nodded to himself, feeling the weight of his exhaustion but also a new sense of security. His Flame Dragon Spirit was more than just a weapon—it was part of him.
With that in mind, Klaus continued his relentless slaughter, though he kept a closer eye on the Dragon Spirit. It was either slashing its fiery tail, releasing arcs of flame, or unleashing another torrent of fire with its breath. The battlefield was a chaotic dance of ice and fire, with Zombies falling left and right.
"Dragon Breath, not bad," Klaus muttered as he cleaved through more Zombies, dodging attacks and fighting with as much focus as he could muster.
He tried to stay optimistic. "If I finish these idiots off, I'll reach level 8, and that'll restore my stats and Star Qi," he reminded himself. But despite his best efforts to stay positive, things were going downhill.
The more he killed, the more Zombies seemed to pour in. He and his Dragon Spirit had already taken down over a hundred, yet there were still hundreds more coming at them.
Bang!
Klaus barely registered the impact before he was sent flying through the air. He coughed, spitting out blood. "Fuck," he growled, his vision swimming for a moment.
His efficiency was dropping fast, and with it, his ability to kill at the same rapid pace. The Zombies were starting to press him harder now, and fatigue was creeping into his body, making every movement feel slower, heavier.
"Die, idiot!" Klaus shouted, forcing himself back up. He stabbed his sword into the head of the Zombie that had struck him with a massive club. At the same time, his Void Piercing Needle shot forward, taking out another Zombie charging at him with hunger in its dead eyes.
But Klaus could feel it—his strength was dropping fast. Every swing of his sword was getting harder, and the fatigue was setting in deeper with every passing second. He was running out of time and energy, and the Zombies were still coming.
High above, the Six Zombie Kings and the Lady Zombie began to hover atop the pillars, their eyes shut now as a swirling mist of red energy wrapped around them like a cocoon. Klaus could sense something was wrong—something was changing.
Looking closely, he saw that their bodies were mutating. On each of their foreheads, a pair of horns started to appear, twisting upward. Strange markings etched themselves across their faces and bodies, glowing faintly with the same red energy. Their grotesque forms were evolving, becoming more demonic-human-like, but still terrifying.
Their heights shot up to around 3.5 meters, their skin shifting from dark and decayed to a metallic, dark-gold sheen, giving their bodies the appearance of living metal. Four of the Zombie Kings sprouted wings—grotesque, bony, and dark—gradually unfolding from their backs. Despite all these changes, one thing remained constant: their eyes, still glowing with a deep, menacing crimson.
Klaus narrowed his eyes, watching the transformation in disgust and disbelief. The red mist around them grew thicker, swirling faster, causing even more monstrous features to emerge. The more they changed, the stronger they looked.
Looking away from the grotesque transformations happening on the pillars, Klaus refocused on the battle at hand. The Zombies swarmed at him with terrifying swords and unyielding ferocity, each one a threat he had to take seriously. Time was running out—he had to end this in the next 15 minutes and level up.
If not, he knew he'd be finished or worse, do something he never knew he would ever do, retreat and run away.
The monstrous changes taking place atop the pillars were anything but normal, even for someone as crazy as him. He needed every ounce of strength he could muster, but first, he had to cut down the smaller Zombies, who were far from simple fodder.
Klaus knew if the ritual atop the pillars finished and the six Zombie Kings along with the Lady Zombie joined the fight, his chances of surviving would plummet. Even with all his abilities, he wasn't sure he could escape at that point. So, for now, he focused on holding on, battling furiously to keep the tide of undead at bay.
He could've escaped and then called for reinforcements. But deep down, Klaus knew that would only be sending soldiers to their deaths. Most of them wouldn't make it, and even if they could turn the tide eventually, the cost would be too high. And there was another reason he stayed—one he didn't fully understand himself.
A part of him wanted to fight. It wasn't just about survival; it was about standing his ground in the face of overwhelming odds. Running wasn't in his nature. If he had the audacity to insult a whole dark organization with unknown power, then, by his own reckless logic, he was crazy enough to take on an entire race of Zombies.
"Luckily, these Zombies don't have the same evolutions as humans," Klaus muttered under his breath, gripping his sword tighter. "Otherwise, I'd be dead by now."
He slashed through another wave, sweat pouring down his face, fatigue gnawing at his limbs. But he wasn't done yet. Not by a long shot.
"Get away from me, you idiot!" Klaus growled, slashing his sword in a sharp arc, severing the clawed hand of a Zombie lunging at him. The creature's dark blood sprayed into the air as it screeched in pain, stumbling back.
"Die!" Klaus roared, his blade flashing again as he drove it through the Zombie's chest, pinning it to the ground. Without wasting a second, he yanked his sword free and spun around, ready for the next wave of Zombies.
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THE LAST PARAGON IN THE APOCALYPSEC207: Eye Of Despair
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Klaus kept cursing as the Zombie Kings began gaining the upper hand in the battle. His killing speed had dropped considerably, so much so that the Void Piercing Needle was now doing most of the killing for him.
He still hadn't leveled up yet, and the fatigue weighed heavily on him, making it harder to keep swinging his sword. The retreat was an option, but it would feel like giving up, and Klaus's pride—or maybe his ego—wouldn't allow that.
"After this battle, I'm going on vacation. Battles suck," Klaus muttered, forcing a smile despite the chaos around him.
"Brat, you should focus on staying alive before thinking about ladies," The senior said in a mocking tone.
"Fuck, Senior! Are you reading my mind or something?" Klaus cursed again, annoyed but somehow relieved by the familiar voice.
"Tsk, who needs to read your mind to know what you're thinking?" The senior's tone dripped with sarcasm, but Klaus couldn't help but smile. That little bit of banter gave him the energy to behead two Zombies in quick succession.
"Senior, you wouldn't happen to have anything that could help me hold on until reinforcements arrive, would you?" Klaus asked, half-joking, though his desperation was real.
"Well, I do, but you'd be dead before you could use it," the senior replied, making Klaus frown.
"Great, just great," Klaus muttered under his breath. His arms felt heavier with each swing, but he wasn't about to quit. The senior was right about one thing: he needed to focus on surviving first.
Despite his bravado, Klaus knew he was running out of time. His Star Qi reserves were nearly depleted, and every move felt like a monumental effort. Yet, in the back of his mind, the thought of the War Goddess on her way coming kept fueling his resolve.
For now, all he could do was fight, curse, and try to stay alive.
BOOM!!!
Suddenly, the seven pillars trembled, and Klaus sensed a surge of overwhelming power from the seven Zombies hovering above them. His heart sank, especially as his gaze fell on the pillar where the Zombie Lady stood. A swirling, chaotic red energy surrounded her, pulsing with a deadly intensity.
"Senior, what's happening?" Klaus asked, feeling the creeping edge of mortal danger. .net
"They've entered the final phase of the ritual," the senior's voice echoed in his mind. "In ten minutes, it'll be too late to stop it."
"Fuck!" Klaus cursed, his mind racing. "That means in ten minutes, seven abominations will be born, and I don't have what it takes to stop them. Fuck!"
He could feel the weight of the situation pressing down on him. The Zombies' transformations were nearing completion, and when they finished, they wouldn't be the same grotesque creatures he had been fighting. They'd be something far worse, something he had no power to defeat in his current state.
Klaus clenched his fists, trying to think of a plan, but nothing came. Time was running out, and his energy was dangerously low. He was already pushing his limits just keeping the endless waves of regular Zombies at bay. The thought of facing seven fully transformed monsters made his stomach churn.
"Do I even have ten minutes left in me?" Klaus muttered bitterly. His eyes scanned the battlefield. The Zombies were relentless, and though he was still cutting them down, it was like trying to hold back the tide with a sword.
"Senior, isn't there anything I can do to disrupt the ritual?" Klaus asked, desperation leaking into his voice.
"There's nothing you can do to stop it alone, kid," the senior replied bluntly. "Your best shot is to survive long enough for the reinforcements to get here, but even that might not be enough."
Klaus swallowed hard, knowing that his options were limited. Retreating was starting to sound more reasonable, but his pride kept him rooted in place. He'd never run before, and he wasn't about to start now, even if it meant facing the impossible.
His mind raced. He had ten minutes, maybe less. If the ritual succeeded, it would unleash seven creatures more powerful than anything he had ever faced. It wasn't just his life on the line—it was the lives of the reinforcement coming.
Klaus gritted his teeth, his exhaustion mounting with every swing of his sword. He had already fought for what felt like an eternity, but the Zombie hordes were still coming. Worse, the ritual inside the force field was nearing completion, and he could feel the power of the Zombie Kings intensifying with each passing moment.
"Damn it," he growled, slicing through another wave of the undead. His body was on the edge of collapse, but he refused to back down. "If I can't stop them, I'll at least make sure they don't take me down without a fight."
Klaus muttered a few words under his breath, and suddenly, his dull, tired eyes ignited into a vibrant crimson hue. At the same time, the sky overhead darkened briefly before the entire area was bathed in a deep red glow. The oppressive energy seemed to pulse around him, charging the air with tension.
"Brat, what are you doing?" The senior's voice rang out sharply in his mind.
"You know," Klaus said, his voice strained but determined, "I'm not sure this force field has any defenses against soul attacks. So why not take out the big guns first?"
He glanced at the fire dragon that was still fighting at his side, breathing torrents of flame onto the Zombie Kings, who were relentless in their attacks. It had been a good distraction so far, keeping some of the stronger Zombies occupied while Klaus handled the rest.
"But you don't have enough Star Qi left to use the Eye of Despair," the senior warned. "At best, you can only use it once, and that means you can only target one of them for maximum effect."
Klaus knew the senior was right. The Eye of Despair was a powerful technique, capable of devastating even the strongest opponents, but it drained an enormous amount of energy. In his current state, he barely had enough left to pull it off once. He'd have to make that one-shot count.
"Then I'll make sure I hit the right target," Klaus muttered, his eyes locking onto the Zombie Lady. She was the center of the ritual, her red chaotic energy swirling around her with terrifying intensity. If he could take her out, it might just buy him enough time.
The battlefield around him was still chaos, with Zombies attacking from every direction. Klaus continued cutting them down, though his movements were becoming slower with each strike. Every muscle in his body screamed for rest, but he couldn't stop now. Not when the ritual was so close to completion.
He focused his gaze on the Zombie Lady atop the pillar, her surprisingly beautiful yet grotesque form radiating with dark energy. "I only get one shot at this," Klaus muttered, tightening his grip on his sword.
Summoning every last ounce of his strength, Klaus prepared to unleash the Eye of Despair. If he could disrupt the ritual by taking out the Lady, it might prevent the abominations from being born—or at least weaken them enough for the reinforcements to stand a chance.
"Here goes nothing," he muttered. Up in the air, the Eye of Despair snapped open and a beam of Red Light shot out aimed at the Zombie Lady.
BOOM!!!
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THE LAST PARAGON IN THE APOCALYPSEC208: Unexpected but Welcomed [Bonus]
"Here goes nothing," Klaus muttered and the Eye of Despair snapped open above him. A beam of red light shot out from it, targeting the Zombie Lady atop the pillar. The light was powerful, and Klaus hoped it would break through the force field.
BOOM
The red beam struck the barrier, and the ground trembled violently. The pillars shook, and for a moment, Klaus thought he had succeeded. But then, as he feared, the force field held strong, blocking the attack entirely.
"Fuck," Klaus cursed, feeling his strength drop to dangerously low levels. He had put everything into that attack, but somehow, the force field had repelled it. His Lotus flower was draining the last of his energy reserves, and his fire dragon's light was dimming.
"Brat, what are you cursing about? Look around you," the senior's voice echoed in his mind.
Klaus, struggling to keep his eyes open, looked up. What he saw stunned him. Over 90% of the Zombies were on the ground, growling, screaming, or writhing in pain. Whatever they were doing, it was clear that they were suffering.
Klaus's eyes widened. "What?"
"Your attack failed to pass through the force field, but it didn't fail completely," the senior explained. "The force field seems to have repelled the soul attack, but instead of bouncing back harmlessly, it spread out and hit the Zombies. That's what you're seeing."
A smile crept onto Klaus's face. He hadn't expected this outcome, but it was a welcome surprise. Without wasting another second, he hurled the Ice Lotus flower forward, aiming for the center of the mass of Zombies.
Though the flower contained little to no star qi, it was still stronger regardless. It moved with cold energy and exploded silently, however its icy force froze everything in its path.
"This is my chance," Klaus thought as he saw hundreds of Zombies immobilized by the explosion. Many were instantly killed by the ice, while others were still hanging on, barely moving.
"My chance to get the upper hand," he muttered to himself, forcing his body to move. He surged forward, using every last bit of his strength to finish off as many Zombies as he could.
The battlefield was in chaos. Some of the Zombies lay dead, while others struggled to stay alive. Klaus gritted his teeth, knowing that if he managed to kill this last group, he would have reduced their numbers to just 50. The thought of getting the upper hand gave him a burst of adrenaline.
He glanced at his fire dragon, still roaring and fighting against the remaining Zombie Kings. "At least it doesn't look like it's dying anytime soon," Klaus muttered. With the dragon holding off some of the threats, Klaus could focus on cleaning up the rest.
Klaus was doing his best, but he could see the fire dragon starting to fade, its flames flickering weakly. His Star Qi wasn't regenerating fast enough, and it was draining faster than he could handle. Find your next read at m_v l|e-NovelBin.net
"Just a few more kills and I'll level up," he muttered, shattering and beheading frozen Zombies as they rushed him. Each kill took more out of him, leaving him more exhausted with every swing. But he held on, refusing to collapse under the pressure.
Then, it happened. "Oh no," Klaus muttered, watching as the flame dragon disappeared completely. At the same time, he was done cutting down the remaining frozen Zombies. His primary sources of power—the dragon, the Ice Lotus, and the Bell of Harrows—were gone.
"I guess it's down to whether I can fight without depending on Star Qi," he sighed. He could still regenerate Star Qi, but it was so slow, barely enough to keep him going in a prolonged battle like this. His reserves were down to the last 5 percent.
"Wait, this could work," Klaus thought suddenly as another wave of Zombies approached. There were about 30 of them, but he noticed something—they weren't as aggressive as before. The dragon's chaotic flames must have left an impact. It wasn't much, but it was enough for Klaus to think of a new strategy.
"Maybe I should try it," Klaus muttered, now fighting without the support of his previous abilities. He moved with pure physical strength, dodging and countering as best he could, relying on instinct rather than Star Qi.
Bang! Cough!
A powerful kick landed on his back, sending him flying across the battlefield. The Zombies were closing in, taking advantage of his weakened state. They were ganging up on him, and he could feel himself slipping.
But Klaus didn't let them gain the upper hand for long. "Not yet," he muttered, a determined glint in his eyes. Out of nowhere, small red needles appeared in the air around him. He had stopped using his Void Piercing Needle earlier, as the mental fatigue was becoming unbearable, but now he summoned the Ten Thousand Soul Needles.
This technique drained less Star Qi and was far more sustainable. Though weaker, it was just what Klaus needed. He didn't fully activate the Eye of Malevolence to conserve energy, so the attack power was low. But it was enough for his plan.
"Eat this, suckers," Klaus grinned, sending the soul needles toward ten of the Zombies. They tried to slash at the needles with their weapons, but the attack didn't aim to harm their bodies. Instead, the needles pierced their souls.
The Zombies faltered, disoriented, and Klaus smirked. "Die now," he whispered, rushing forward with renewed strength, ready to finish them off while they were weakened.
Klaus managed to cut down the ten Zombies, but the remaining twenty didn't give him a moment to breathe. They descended on him like a swarm, their sheer numbers overwhelming him.
"Five more minutes," Klaus muttered, keeping track of the time before the ritual would be completed. The pressure was mounting, and his body was already beyond its limits.
"Just a few more kills for the EXP," he added, swinging his sword with whatever strength he had left. Each slash came with a cost—his muscles screamed, and blood splattered from his mouth as the Zombies pummeled him. He could feel the heavy toll on his body, but he couldn't afford to stop.
"I can use it again," Klaus muttered after catching his breath for just a few seconds. He wasn't using his Star Qi to channel the Moon Slash because he needed it for something more strategic—the Ten Thousand Soul Needles.
Ten more red needles materialized in the air, and he sent them toward ten of the remaining Zombies. The attack worked, giving him a brief opening, but his exhaustion held him back. Klaus managed to kill only three of them before the others surrounded him again.
"Come on!" Klaus gritted his teeth as he summoned the Void Piercing Needle once more. The needles shot through the remaining Zombies, punching holes in them. He barely managed to kill the ten Zombies, but before he could regain his balance, one of the last Zombie Kings sent him flying with a brutal strike.
"Fuck!" Klaus cursed as he crashed into the ground, his body aching and his Star Qi nearly depleted. His vision blurred for a moment, but he forced himself back up. There were still ten more Zombie Kings left, and the clock was ticking. He couldn't afford to stop now.
"Three more minutes," Klaus muttered under his breath, narrowing his gaze and tightening his grip on his sword. His body was battered and broken, but his mind was sharp. He focused on defense, waiting for the right moment to strike with the Void Piercing Needles again. Every second was precious.
"Two minutes," he repeated, gritting his teeth as the Zombie Kings pressed their assault. It wasn't easy—every attack came dangerously close to finishing him. But suddenly, the Void Piercing Needle flashed out, punching holes in five of the Zombie Kings he had baited into coming closer.
Klaus had deliberately let them get near, using his own body as a shield to draw their attention to the sneak attack.
He was trading injury for kills, and it worked. The needle pierced through their heads, killing them instantly. But the cost was high. His left arm hung limp, broken. His ribs were shattered, and his body was bruised and bloodied from the brutal strikes he had endured.
"Die!" Klaus roared, channeling the last bits of his Star Qi into his sword. He swung it with all his remaining strength, slicing through the neck of a Zombie that charged at him from the side.
Before he could catch his breath, something unexpected happened. "What the fuck?" Klaus gasped, leaping backward just as a dark arrow shot through the air. He wasn't fast enough—it pierced his left shoulder, the force of the blow sending him flying.
"An assassin?" Klaus hissed through clenched teeth his gaze cold,
"The Dark Order"
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THE LAST PARAGON IN THE APOCALYPSEC210: Unexpected Team-up
"Are you kidding me?" Klaus cursed as he rolled sideways, narrowly evading another spear attack from the assassin lady, who somehow managed to shake off the overwhelming pressure of the seven Zombies breaking free from their cocoons.
With each passing moment, the pressure from the zombies weighed heavier on him. He didn't need anyone to tell him—they wanted him dead. He had wiped out their entire army and killed every last zombie in sight. Of course, they were out for revenge.
"Listen to me, lady," Klaus snapped, eyes darting between her and the approaching dangers. "Either you scram, or take a good look around. I hope you're not blind enough to see we're in serious danger here!"
He cursed her under his breath for being such an idiot. Sure, she was here to kill him, but couldn't she see the situation had changed? The weather itself seemed to shift with the ominous energy from the Zombie Kings, and instead of revising her plan, she was still attacking him.
'Seriously? Taking advantage of me like I did with those first five zombies?' Klaus thought bitterly. He couldn't help but smirk inwardly. 'Karma really is a bitch dressed in black.'
He cursed again as he blocked another attack from her, barely managing to dodge the deadly precision of her spear. But just as he regained his footing, something shifted. His body was locked in place, stiff as a board, and his heart sank.
From up ahead, a pair of blazing red eyes stared him down—one of the Zombie Kings who managed to get out of its cocoon had locked onto him, its gaze burning with rage.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Klaus cursed out loud, struggling against the invisible force holding him down. The red eyes narrowed, and Klaus knew things were about to get a lot worse.
Suddenly, a burning sensation ignited on Klaus's back, snapping him out of the pressure holding him down. His eyes turned red, and his expression shifted coldly as he locked onto the Assassin lady, who was preparing to strike again.
"Die!" he shouted, his voice icy, as he dashed forward, aiming his sword at her heart. But just as his blade came within 20 inches, he sensed a terrifying attack closing in. There was no time to dodge—he had been so focused on killing the Assassin that he momentarily ignored the danger ahead.
Before he could make any attempt to react, a powerful kick slammed into his face, sending him flying backward. The incoming attack then landed on the Assassin lady's shoulder instead, hurling her through the air. She has saved Klaus, the same person she was trying to kill life.
Klaus crashed to the ground, rolling several times before coming to a stop. He quickly looked up and saw one of the evolved Zombie Kings, now evolved into something even more sinister than a death daemon. Its once-red eyes now burned brighter, and crimson, bone-like wings flapped menacingly behind it.
"Human, die," the creature growled. But Klaus ignored it, his gaze shifting to the Assassin lady lying meters away. Confusion washed over him—she had just saved his life. But why?
Klaus shook his head, trying to focus. He didn't have time to figure out the Assassin lady's motives. The evolved Zombie King was still up ahead, and it was a much bigger threat. However, he still couldn't understand why the Assassin lady had chosen to save him at the cost of injuring herself.
"You don't have what it takes to kill me" Klaus muttered, wiping the blood from his mouth as he gazed at the Zombie ahead. He staggered to his feet, gripping his sword tightly. The exhaustion weighed heavy on his body, but his mind was sharper than ever.
The Zombie King's wings spread wide, and it lunged forward, faster than Klaus expected. He barely managed to sidestep, the creature's claws swiping past him, tearing into the ground where he'd just stood. Klaus swung his sword in response, but the blade barely scratched the creature's tough, metallic skin.
"Damn it," Klaus cursed under his breath, realizing how tough this battle would be. He has leveled up, but he hasn't distributed the points yet. Now, he knew where to put it. But he needed time to do that, seeing another Zombie King breaking free from the Cocoon that had appeared around them at some point.
The Zombie King didn't give him any more time to think, attacking again, this time with both claws extended. Klaus braced himself, ready to take the hit, but just before impact, a shadow darted in between them.
It was the Assassin lady. She blocked the Zombie King's strike with her daggers, gritting her teeth as the force of the attack pushed her back. Klaus stared, stunned.
"Why are you helping me?" Klaus asked again, his voice low and hoarse.
She didn't look at him, her focus fixed on the creature ahead. "Ask me later—if we survive, or if I don't kill you before then."
Klaus didn't bother responding. Whatever her reasons, they shared a common goal for now. He nodded slightly and adjusted his stance, preparing for the next strike. Still, trust wasn't something Klaus gave easily. He activated his Spirit Eye, linked with the Eye of Malevolence, to keep a watchful eye on her movements.
Quickly, he allocated 400 points to his strength and readied the Void Piercing Needle. There was no need to worry about breaking the force field anymore. He was already in the thick of danger, and killing the Zombie King before the next threat showed up seemed like the best option.
"You attack, I'll defend," Klaus said as he activated his Ice Lotus Flower and unleashed the Absolute Ice Domain. The freezing aura spread out, creating a cold, controlled battlefield around him.
In response, the Assassin Lady melted into a shadow. When she reappeared in another shadow moments later, now holding a spear instead of her daggers.
"Weird, but who cares," Klaus thought with a smirk.
The Zombie King let out a thunderous roar, its eyes burning with rage. Without hesitation, they charged together, ready to take it down.
Klaus swung his sword, unleashing a blazing arc of fire that cut through the air toward the Zombie King. At the same moment, the Assassin Lady slashed diagonally with her spear, her attack aimed at the creature's chest.
But the Zombie King responded with a deafening roar. A surge of energy exploded from its body, obliterating both of their attacks in an instant and sending shockwaves rippling through the air.
"What?!" Klaus shouted as the force hit him, flinging him backward. He tumbled across the ground, struggling to regain control.
The Assassin Lady disappeared into a shadow, reappearing behind the Zombie King with deadly precision. She thrust her spear at its back, but the Zombie King reacted quickly, deflecting the blow with a loud clang. Seeing the creature focused on her, Klaus seized the opportunity and unleashed the Void Piercing Needle.
The needle tore through the air, aimed right at the Zombie King's head. But just as it was about to strike, a laser beam shot out of nowhere, disintegrating the needle into ash. Enjoy new stories from m-v l'e|-NovelBin.net
"What?!" Klaus shouted, truly shocked this time. His eyes shot upward, and he spotted another Zombie King, flying toward him.
"Looks like we're going to have to split up, lady," Klaus said, quickly sending his Ice Lotus toward the new threat.
"Explode!" he commanded, and the lotus shattered mid-air, freezing the Zombie King in place for a moment. The creature hung frozen in the air, unable to move as it began to fall.
"Die!" Klaus roared, unleashing another arc of fire from his sword, aiming to obliterate the Zombie King for good. But before the attack could land, a powerful blow exploded the fire arc, saving the falling creature. Another figure stepped into view.
"The third one..." Klaus groaned, feeling the weight of the situation intensify. A third Zombie King—no, Zombie Prince—had arrived. 'Great, just what I needed', he thought, sarcastically.
While the Assassin Lady was barely managing to hold her own against one, he was now facing two Zombie Princes.
And worse, the Zombie Queen might make her entrance soon. Klaus could feel her rage ever since he had been slaughtering her soldiers earlier. He knew he had no choice now—he'd have to use everything he had. The Fire Dragon, the Bell of Harrows, and the Eye of Despair—all of his trump cards.
He wasn't aiming to kill them, just hold them off until Miriam arrived. She would be the one to take them down. "Ten more minutes," he muttered to himself, calculating how long until her arrival.
Boom!
Suddenly, just as Klaus was preparing to unleash his full strength, an explosion rocked the ritual ground. The force field dropped, and Klaus felt a suffocating pressure descend on him. But before he could react, he felt something stir deep within his soul sea.
A strange energy awakened inside him.
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THE LAST PARAGON IN THE APOCALYPSEC211: Six Star Blood Moon Transformation
Suddenly, a powerful red energy shot out from Klaus, parting the clouds above. It created a force field around him, which blew away the approaching Zombie Princes, sending them flying several kilometers by the sheer chaos of the strange energy.
The red moon, which had been fading, started glowing again, this time turning a deep crimson. The clouds overhead grew darker and more ominous.
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Back in the meeting room, the cold-looking lady who had been watching the battle closely continued to observe as Klaus killed the five assassins. Then, the Great Sage assassin appeared. She almost gave the order to fire the missile again, but when she saw Klaus suddenly energized and fighting back, she hesitated.
Then, the Zombie Kings, having completed the Blood Moon Ritual, began appearing one by one, pushing Klaus into a corner.
This time, she didn't give any orders. Instead, she leaned back, watching the intense, out-of-his-league battle like it was a movie. She was secretly enjoying the spectacle when, suddenly, the screen went black.
She quickly pressed a button and started asking the person on the other end of the call questions.
The voice on the other end crackled to life. "We're experiencing interference, ma'am. Something's disrupting the signal," they reported.
The cold lady narrowed her eyes, her fingers tapping impatiently on the armrest. "Interference from what? Find out," she ordered sharply.
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Back on the battlefield, Klaus, enveloped by the chaotic red energy, began to rise into the air. His eyes were closed, his body floating as if controlled by some unseen force.
Inside his soul sea, Klaus stood before the Pentaface bead, which was now spinning rapidly. A red aura swirled around it, making it look dark and ominous.
"Senior, what's happening? What's going on with me?" Klaus asked, staring at the bead. He noticed a strange, foreign energy flowing into it, and something about it felt wrong.
"It's a transformation technique," the senior replied in a calm, almost indifferent tone. "A forbidden transformation technique."
Klaus's eyes widened. The senior's casual response to something so dangerous only made his anxiety worse. "Forbidden?" he repeated, feeling the intensity of the situation, but the senior didn't seem concerned.
"No need to be alarmed, kid. This is actually a good thing," the senior said, his tone still casual. "You've been looking for a way to deal with the Zombies, right? Well, here's your chance. It's up to you now—either you handle it, or it'll handle you."
Klaus felt a cold sweat trickle down his back. "So, you're telling me I'm supposed to embrace this… forbidden transformation?"
The senior chuckled lightly. "Exactly. But remember, it's not all sunshine and rainbows. You'll gain immense power, but if you lose control, this energy will consume you."
Klaus clenched his fists, as he continued to gaze at the strange energy swirling around the spinning Pentaface Bead.
"What's the name of this technique, Senior?" Klaus asked, his voice tense with anticipation.
"It's called the Six Star Blood Moon Transformation," the senior replied, his tone still unnervingly calm.
"It draws power from the six Astra stars through the moon. When you activate it, you'll be struck by six different emotions, each one tied to your personality. In exchange, you'll gain a sixfold boost in power."
Klaus frowned. Six emotions, for sixfold power-up. "But there's a catch, right?"
"Exactly," the senior continued. "You'll have to handle those emotions, keep them in check. If you lose control or let them take over, you'll be consumed by them—forever. This power will either make you stronger than ever or break you entirely. It's up to you. All you have to do is place your hand on the bead"
Klaus swallowed hard. He was about to gain six times his normal strength—more than enough to handle the Zombie Kings and even the Queen. But there was a catch: he'd be overwhelmed by six powerful emotions that could drag him into chaos while he fought to stay focused.
It was a double-edged sword. The power could just as easily destroy him. It was risky—too dangerous, even for him. But Klaus didn't dwell on it. He needed the strength, and the longer he hesitated, the more the Assassin Lady on the outside would suffer.
With a heavy sigh, he stepped forward and placed his hand on the Bead. The moment he touched it, his mind went numb, and then chaos erupted inside him.
Greed, Fear, Jealousy, Anger, Sadness, and Lust—these emotions hit him all at once, pulling him into a confused and disoriented state.
Back on the battlefield, Klaus's suspended body started to radiate a terrifying aura. Then, he began to transform. His eyes, already red, stayed the same, but crimson lines appeared, running from his chest to just below his eyes.
His white hair turned a fiery red and flowed like a river behind him. His grip on his sword tightened, a red aura briefly surrounding it. When the aura faded, the sword had transformed into a spear, two meters long.
His armor darkened to a deep red, marked with glowing runes. Though his face still held his handsome features, red runes and lines now etched themselves across it. Slowly, he descended to the ground, and when he opened his eyes, six emotions flashed through them in quick succession.
Klaus, now something entirely different, clenched his fists for a moment before a small smirk curled his lips.
"Such a small power-up, yet you demand such a high price," he chuckled. "Let's see who gets the short end of the stick."
He turned to where three Zombie Kings were ganging up on the Assassin Lady. Her body was bruised and cut all over—she was barely holding on.
In an instant, Klaus spun his spear and moved. Within a split second, he was in front of the Assassin Lady, blocking an attack aimed at her neck.
BOOM!
The force of his block sent the Zombie King flying, and Klaus followed up with two more swift attacks, sending the other two Zombie Kings staggering backward. He then glanced at the Assassin Lady, his grip tightening on his spear. At that moment, his emotions shifted—greed and anger surged through him. He wanted to kill her.
And he almost did. Klaus lunged at her, spear aimed to pierce her heart. But just as he was about to strike, he stopped and stabbed the spear into the ground instead.
"You need to leave. Next time we meet, all debts will be settled. You saved my life, so I won't kill you now. But be careful—next time, we won't owe each other anything."
With that, he dashed back into battle, clashing with the Zombie Kings once more.
The Assassin Lady stood still, watching Klaus as he battled the Zombie Kings. Her mask concealed any expression on her face, hiding the emotions that flickered in her eyes. She didn't speak or make a move. After a moment, she melded into the shadows and quietly left the battlefield.
Klaus, locked in a fierce fight with both his inner turmoil and three mutated Zombie Kings, barely noticed her departure. His mind was a whirlwind of chaos, so much so that he didn't even realize when she left and appeared several meters away from the battlefield.
"Bell of Harrows!" Klaus shouted. The bell appeared, but instead of its usual golden glow, it was now red, pulsing with a chaotic aura.
Ding.
The bell rang, and a terrifying wave of energy surged out, making the three Zombie Kings roar in agony. Even Klaus, the one who summoned it, felt his emotions intensify. Sadness washed over him, and he clenched his fist, fighting to keep it at bay.
"Not today," he muttered, directing the bell toward the Zombie Kings again. The bell rang once more, hitting them hard—both mentally and within their souls. Seeing them falter, Klaus smirked and turned his gaze toward one of the cocoons suspended in the air.
A 24-meter-long needle, glowing with red energy, appeared in front of him. With a gesture using his fingers, it shot forward in a flash.
In seconds, hundreds of holes riddled the cocoon, and blood began to drip from it. Just like that, one of the unborn Abominations has been killed.
"No!" A painful cry erupted from one of the three untouched cocoons, shaking the entire space.
A greedy look crossed Klaus's face as he muttered, "Why scream now? It's just one of you. Wait until I kill all of you."
Before he could finish, a sharp vine shot up from the ground, aiming straight for his heart. At the same time, two Zombie Kings burst out from the last of the three cocoons, and from the final one emerged a stunning beauty with demonic eyes.
"Die, human!" she screamed, as hundreds of vines surged from the ground, all aimed at Klaus, who stood there with a smile on his lips. He just stood there, his eyes locked on the Zombie lady that now look more like some Demonic beauty than a mere Zombie. .net
The vine moved at a terrifying speed, But just as they were about to pierce him, the Bell of Harrows descended, ringing loudly. The vines were blasted apart before they could even touch him, shattered by the sonic burst.
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THE LAST PARAGON IN THE APOCALYPSEC212: Blood Princes and Queen
The vines shattered, exploding under the chaotic energy unleashed by the bell. Klaus, now being covered by the bell, felt his mind clear of all emotions, returning him to his true self—the way he was before the Blood Moon Transformation.
'I need to finish this battle fast before I lose control,' he thought, now fully aware of how deep he'd fallen into his emotions. He had been consumed by fear, sadness, greed, jealousy, and intense anger. The only emotion he hadn't felt yet was lust, but he knew it was coming.
He looked ahead and saw four of the five Zombie Kings, now transformed into Blood Princes, hovering in the air. Then on the ground, one stood gripping a jagged spiked mace. With his mind clear, Klaus could finally sense the real danger.
"Can I really kill them?" he wondered. Even though his power had increased sixfold, the Blood Princes—and especially the Blood Queen, who was a Tier 8 zombie, a Sovereign by human standards—were no easy opponents.
"Demon Piercing Vines!" Just as Klaus was thinking about his next move, the Blood Queen attacked. Vines shot up from the ground, their sharp, piercing tips radiating with intense demonic energy.
In response, Klaus struck the side of the bell with his spear, making it ring out even louder this time. The vines shattered, but they kept coming.
However, the shockwave, containing both sonic and soul energy, crashed into the Blood Princes, sending them tumbling to the ground.
"My turn," Klaus muttered, shooting forward with his spear aimed at the Blood Queen. His movements were sharp and fast, but not fast enough. Before he could strike, a spiked mace came swinging toward his face.
Klaus blocked with his spear, clashing against the mace, but before he could twist out of the way, a powerful kick slammed into his side, sending him flying.
"Ice Beam!" Klaus shouted, summoning his Nine Stars Ice Lotus Bloom. The first star on the first petal glowed, and a wave of ice shot out, striking a Blood Prince that was charging at him from behind.
Using the shockwave from the impact, Klaus landed on the ground, swinging his spear at another Blood Prince. But before his attack could hit, another Blood Prince lunged forward.
"Shit!" Klaus cursed as he felt vines wrapping around his leg. He didn't have time to destroy them, so he slashed with his spear, cutting the vines in half.
"Come out!" Klaus roared, and the air around him turned scorching hot. In the sky above, a majestic, blood-red dragon appeared, looking fierce and deadly.
The dragon opened its mouth, and a torrent of fire shot toward a Blood Prince diving at Klaus from above. The flames engulfed the prince's wings, setting them ablaze.
It roared in pain but managed to flap its wings, putting out the fire. However, it didn't have time to recover before a powerful arc of fire came slashing down from the dragon, cutting into its body.
Klaus panted heavily, his mind consumed by jealous thoughts despite there being nothing there that could make him jealous. Maybe he wanted wings, but he wasn't sure what he was jealous about. The Transformations didn't exactly come with a manual.
But despite the pain he was in, looking at his fire dragon and the burning Blood Prince that crashed to the ground, he felt happy, but for just a moment.
'I need to find a way to block these emotions' Klaus thought sensing without him inside the bell, he would keep falling into his emotions.
He managed to kill two out of the seven Zombies, But there was no time to celebrate. The Blood Queen moved swiftly, her dark figure gliding toward him like a shadow. Klaus raised his spear, prepared to strike, but she was too fast. In an instant, she was in front of him, her clawed hand slashing through the air.
Klaus barely managed to dodge, feeling the wind from her swipe brush against his face. He countered, swinging his spear upward, but the Blood Queen blocked it with a single hand, the force of her grip sending shockwaves up the weapon. Continue your adventure at m|v-l'e -NovelBin.net
"You won't last long, human," she hissed, her crimson eyes glowing with malice.
"I've heard that before," Klaus retorted, twisting his spear to break free of her hold. He jumped back, creating distance between them, but before he could recover, the Blood Princes surrounded him again. They were relentless, closing in with murderous intent.
"Fuck," Klaus cursed as his mind went numb. Suddenly, an overwhelming wave of lust flooded his body, clouding his thoughts. At the same time, the Blood Queen rushed at him with deadly intent, her movements oddly seductive. For some reason, he found himself distracted, unable to focus on anything but her body as she closed in on him.
"This isn't right... it's all an illusion," he muttered, shaking his head as their weapons clashed—his spear meeting the Blood Queen's claws. The force of the impact sent them both flying back.
"Trap!" Klaus muttered, realizing the danger. He summoned the Bell of Harrows again, and with a loud crash, it fell onto the Blood Queen, trapping her within its sonic cage. Klaus knew that as long as she was in the fight, he wouldn't stand a chance against the last four Blood Princes. They were strong, but he had experience on his side.
"Fuck," he muttered again, feeling the strain as the bell started draining his Star Qi rapidly. The clock was ticking, and he didn't have much time.
"I need to finish this now," he thought, but reality isn't always as one wants it. He must first cut through four abominations and an oddly seductive queen.
"Absolute Ice Domain," Klaus muttered as the entire space around him turned bitterly cold. The temperature plummeted, frost creeping over the ground.
He glanced up and saw his fire dragon locked in a fierce battle with one of the winged Blood Princes. The other two of the three Blood Princes stared down at him, their eyes wild and crazed.
The ice domain worked in his favor, boosting his speed and power, but he couldn't fly—unlike two of the Blood Princes, who hovered in the air with sharp claws ready to tear him apart. The third one, on the ground, wielded a jagged weapon gazing at him from the ground.
Monsters and Zombies don't evolve like humans. They don't automatically gain the ability to fly when they become saints—unless, of course, they have wings. For non-winged zombies or monsters to fly, they must evolve into Tyrant Monsters or Emperor Zombies.
But there are exceptions. Mutated monsters or zombies that grow wings can fly, and these Blood Princes were exactly that—mutants with wings. Klaus knew that if the battle went into the air, he'd be at a severe disadvantage. He couldn't fight effectively up there, so he was doing everything he could to keep the fight on the ground, where he had the advantage.
"Let's take it up a notch, shall we? While your 'Madam' is trapped for now," Klaus taunted, smirking as he glanced at the bell still containing the Zombie Queen. His Star Qi was draining rapidly, but he wasn't about to complain. Trapping the Queen, even if just for a while, was worth it.
"Demon Killing Circle," Klaus muttered as he swung his spear in a wide arc. Instantly, the ground within his icy domain erupted, and a swirling circle of ice about a kilometer wide appeared. The Zombies in the air felt themselves being pulled down, trapped by the crushing force of the circle.
"Now, we dance," Klaus whispered, his voice low but filled with fury. His brain buzzed with anger, but a wicked smile played on his lips as he clashed with a Zombie wielding a spiked mace.
Thanks to his past as Fruity, learning countless skills and techniques from the Soul Temple, Klaus had a vast arsenal to draw from. Hundreds of abilities are at his disposal. But he realized that using even one drained a significant amount of Star Qi. So, he chose the only skill that could tip the scales in his favor.
The Demon Killing Circle. It allowed him to control a defined space where he reigned supreme. Klaus could have used this skill anywhere, but activating it within the Ice Domain—where his affinity with the ice element was strongest—gave him every possible advantage. And with only four minutes of total control, he had no intention of wasting a single second.
"Moon Slash!" he shouted, imbuing his spear with ice as he swung it forward. A sharp, crescent-shaped arc of ice shot out, slamming hard into the spiked mace Zombie, cleaving through it like brittle wood.
"Die, you dumb creatures!" Klaus snarled, his anger surging. His mouth twisted into a bitter smirk as he started cursing the Zombies for obvious reasons.
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THE LAST PARAGON IN THE APOCALYPSEC213: Chaotic Battle
"Die, you big dumb idiot!" Klaus cursed, stabbing his spear at the Blood Prince. The creature snarled, raising its clawed hand to block the attack. Sparks flew as steel met bone, the Prince's grotesque claws barely managing to fend off the blow.
"You will die, bastard," the Blood Prince growled, its voice dripping with venom. "I'll tear you apart. I'll kill you by cutting you piece by piece"
Klaus gritted his teeth, pushing harder against the Prince's defense. His arms burned with effort, but he didn't falter. "Not if I kill you first."
Klaus wasn't concerned by the fact that the Zombie just spoke. He knew they could talk, but right now, that demonic tone didn't faze him. His mind was drowning in anger, clouded by nothing but the burning hunger to kill the Zombies. And then kill some more.
"Idiot, why are you running?!" Klaus roared like a madman, charging forward with his spear aimed at the head of one of the winged Zombies. His muscles tensed as he closed in for the kill.
But just before his spear could pierce its skull, he abruptly stopped. "Moon Slash!" he yelled, swinging the spear back with precision, unleashing a crescent-shaped arc of ice toward another Zombie rushing in from the side.
"Metal Claws!" the Zombie bellowed, slashing its claws forward. A massive spectral claw ripped through the air, colliding with Klaus's ice arc. The impact was devastating, and the two attacks exploded in a flash of light and ice. The shockwave hit Klaus hard, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.
"Die, bitch!" Klaus screamed in anger. He slashed his spear forward unleashing another ice arc, but the spike mace wielder blocked the attack giving the other two enough time to launch their own attack.
Red light shot from the eyes of one and a huge claw made of metallic bones tore from the other aimed at Klaus. Klaus's eyes narrowed as he stabbed his spear forward blocking the claw but he was struck on the side by the laser beam. He could have defended using the bell, but that would be setting the blood queen free.
"I am not afraid," Klaus muttered, though fear crept into his mind and heart as he rose from the ground once again. The emotions hit him unexpectedly. Now, with the pressure mounting, he felt fear—something he hadn't experienced since the start of the battle.
"Two more minutes," Klaus reminded himself. The Demon Killing Circle would deactivate in just two minutes. He had to end this fight before it was too late.
Above him, the Blood Prince and the dragon were locked in fierce combat. Klaus watched in awe, confused by the dragon's overwhelming power. It wasn't even a real dragon, yet it was handling the Zombie with frightening ease. The skill and strength it displayed put Klaus to shame.
The Zombie unleashed terrifying attacks, but every time, the dragon shattered them and countered with fiery assaults.
Roar!
The dragon bellowed, swinging its massive tail forward. A blazing arc shot toward the heart of the Blood Prince. The Prince raised its claws, blocking the attack, but the force behind it caused a massive explosion. If Klaus had seen it up close, he would have understood how devastating the blow was.
From the explosion, fire particles filled the air. Klaus realized the dragon was manipulating those elemental particles, much like he did. But the dragon did it with a grace and style that Klaus hadn't mastered.
The dragon, which had been several meters away from the Blood Prince, suddenly vanished and reappeared behind it in an instant. What followed was a torrent of fire that consumed the Blood Prince, setting its entire body ablaze. The Blood Prince screamed in agony as it began to fall from the sky, burning.
At that same moment, Klaus, whose mind had been assaulted by strange, lustful thoughts, snapped back to focus. He saw the Zombie falling and, without hesitation, unleashed the Soul Gaze from his Eye of Malevolence. A crimson glow surged from his eye, striking the Zombie directly in the chest.
Klaus didn't need the system to tell him he had killed it. He knew the up-close attack had obliterated its soul. He could have used the Eye of Despair, but thanks to his awakening the Eye of Malevolence and that he was using it actively in combat now, and the fact that it has become 6 times more powerful, he knew he would just be wasting Star qi if he uses the Eye of Despair.
"Three down, four more to go," Klaus muttered to himself, steeling his resolve.
But that moment of clarity didn't last long. A wave of jealousy crept into Klaus's mind. "Seriously, what is there to be jealous about with these idiots?" he muttered under his breath.
While he appeared calm on the outside, inside, Klaus was battling against six overwhelming emotions. He had found a way to deal with the anger—by cursing at the Zombies, which oddly helped soothe him.
But now, jealousy was gnawing at him, and he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Jealousy? Against Zombies? It felt absurd.
Still, Klaus knew the truth. He was, in fact, jealous—not of the Zombies themselves, but of their grotesque, powerful wings. As ridiculous as it seemed, the emotion plagued his thoughts, distracting him from the battle.
With no immediate way to calm himself, Klaus realized he had to fight through it. He needed to kill his way across the battlefield and stay focused, or risk being consumed by the emotions clouding his mind.
There were still four more enemies to kill. Thankfully, one had already been trapped in the Bell of Harrows. Despite her best efforts, the female Zombie couldn't break free. Her powerful attacks only backfired, causing her more torment than she could bear, so she stood helplessly, watching Klaus slaughter her minions one by one.
"Dragon's Breath," Klaus commanded coldly, halting his attack to make room for the dragon within the killing circle.
The Blood Prince, prepared to defend against Klaus's spear, was caught off guard. The dragon unleashed a torrent of unholy fire, engulfing the Blood Prince in flames.
"Moon Slash," Klaus whispered, his voice icy as he swung his spear, sending out a sharp arc of ice. At the same moment, his eyes glowed crimson as he used the Soul Gaze. A beam shot out from his gaze, striking the Zombie's forehead.
The ice arc tore through the air, slicing the Zombie clean in half, while the soul-crushing gaze finished what little remained of its existence.
"It'd be best if you two just kill yourselves. My best bud is here with me now," Klaus said shamelessly, glancing up at his Fire Spirit Dragon hovering above him. With the dragon around, he felt safe despite his star qi draining rapidly.
"Human, die!" one of the last two Blood Princes shouted as it lunged at Klaus with its claws. Klaus just smirked and motioned forward. The dragon slashed its tail, sending a powerful arc toward the Blood Prince.
In response, the Blood Prince swiped with a large claw, but Klaus, despite his intense anger, didn't falter. He stabbed his spear into the ground, and sharp ice shards shot toward the Blood Prince.
The creature twisted its body slightly to dodge, but that was all Klaus needed. His Void Piercing Needle shot forward, piercing one of the Blood Prince's eyes.
The zombie, with its demonic voice, screamed like a baby. But that wasn't the end. Before it could regain focus, Klaus directed the Void Piercing Needle again, stabbing its second eye.
"Torture it as long as you want," Klaus growled, anger clouding his mind, as he set the dragon on the now-blind Blood Prince. The dragon lashed its tail, sending the zombie flying out of the killing circle.
The dragon followed, leaving the last Blood Prince for Klaus to handle. Outside the killing circle, the blinded zombie was engulfed in unholy chaotic flames, screaming for its life.
Death—the thing everyone feared—would have been a blessing for it. But death seemed to be on holiday, leaving the Dragon to continue the torture, just as Klaus wished. It was both brutal and necessary for Klaus to feel something, something that would snap him back to reality.
Klaus looked at the Last Blood Prince, who held a spiked mace in his hand and smirked. "Die now," he muttered. He didn't even need a complex technique this time. Tapping into the fire particles lingering in the air, despite his Ice Domain, Klaus moved with lightning speed.
In the blink of an eye, he was in front of the Zombie Prince, ready to strike. But just as he was about to deliver the killing blow, something unexpected happened. His mind went numb, a strange disorienting sensation washing over him. .net
BOOM!
The sound of the Bell of Harrows exploding rang out, reverberating through the battlefield. Klaus immediately sensed mortal danger locking onto him from all sides. His instincts screamed, but before he could react, the Blood Prince saw its opportunity.
The mace swung down with terrifying force. Klaus, momentarily distracted, couldn't dodge in time. The heavy weapon smashed into his side, sending him flying through the air, and crashing into the ground with a sickening thud.
"Fuck..."
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THE LAST PARAGON IN THE APOCALYPSEC214: Falling Into Her Trap [Bonus]
Klaus cursed under his breath as his mind filled with lustful thoughts, far beyond anything he had ever experienced. He could feel his focus slipping away, replaced by disturbing desires.
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Images of the things he would do with none other than the Blood Queen, who had finally broken free from the Bell of Harrows, swirled in his mind.
"What is wrong with me?" he wondered, struggling to regain control. But no matter how much he tried, he couldn't shake off the overwhelming sensation of lust that clouded his judgment. His mind was numb, consumed by fantasies he didn't want to entertain.
"I refuse to believe I can't overcome this," Klaus muttered through clenched teeth, forcing himself to stand despite his body and mind working against him. He looked up and saw the Blood Queen lunging at him with terrifying speed. Without even thinking, his Lotus flower shot forward, exploding in her path.
The impact sent the Blood Queen flying backward, but Klaus didn't have time to savor the moment. The last Blood Prince charged at him from the side, swinging its spiked mace. Yet Klaus barely registered its presence—his thoughts were entirely focused on the Blood Queen. He needed her. He wanted her. He desired her.
His mind was in utter chaos, but somehow, he still held himself back from fully giving in to the lust. The Blood Prince's attack came dangerously close, but Klaus instinctively dodged. The dragon swooped in and took that last Blood Prince away, the Bell of Harrows also activated to aid the dragon.
The Bell of Harrows rang again, disorienting the Blood Prince further. Klaus barely glanced at it, knowing the dragon and the bell would handle the monster.
"That should take care of it," he mumbled as he moved away, leaving the Blood Prince's fate in the hands of his deadly summons.
But now, his focus was entirely on the Blood Queen. He hated that his body reacted this way, yet part of him couldn't resist the pull. As much as he knew she had to be killed, the desire to possess her battled with his will to end her life. Klaus felt torn between two conflicting urges—lust and murder.
Standing before her, his mind went blank again. Despite having been around beautiful women many times before, the intensity of this feeling was unbearable. It was as if the Blood Queen's presence alone magnified every carnal thought he had, and it was driving him mad.
His mind raced as he tried to fight it off, working overtime to counter the lust, while his hands still moved to prepare for a killing blow. But the distraction was immense. He struggled to stay focused, feeling like his grip on sanity was slipping away.
"Human, you killed all my people. Now, I will kill you," the Blood Queen said, her voice cold and dripping with malice.
Her words cut through the fog in Klaus's mind, but even though he heard her threat, the sensation she invoked within him only intensified. He knew he had to kill her—there was no other choice—but his body seemed frozen in conflict, torn between the urge to destroy and the irrational desire that held him captive.
Klaus took a deep breath, forcing his thoughts into order. This was no ordinary battle; this was a war for control over his own mind.
"At least Mom is more beautiful than her." Klaus's mind suddenly flashed back to the moment he awakened his Eye of Malevolence and accidentally caught a glimpse of his mother. The memory hit him hard, opening a small space in his mind that felt both forbidden and strangely comforting.
He didn't need to dwell on how wrong it was to use those memories in this way. The guilt didn't matter now; it was just too shameless. But it sparked a surge of urges within him. His mind began flooding with thoughts—lustful thoughts that twisted and turned like a wild storm.
This time, though, the images weren't of the Blood Queen. Instead, they were of the ladies in his life: Lucy, Ohema, Miriam, Nadia, Nia, Asha, Anna, Lily... All the women he had ever harbored lustful thoughts for came rushing back, overwhelming him with desire.
Inside his soul sea, the Penface Bead, which had been glowing with red energy, began to dim. A golden aura started to surround it as if the energies were battling for dominance within him.
Suddenly, the senior voice echoed through the space. "Shameless but effective. He seems to have found his way out."
On the outside, Klaus smiled as his mind reveled in the whirlwind of lustful desires. The chaos he felt earlier transformed into a more focused energy. With newfound determination, he turned his gaze back to the Blood Queen, who was shaking off the ice energy that had encased her.
Klaus felt a rush of power coursing through him, fueled by the fantasies swirling in his head. The momentary distraction from his lustful thoughts allowed him to regain some clarity. He could sense the Blood Queen's fury as she glared at him, her eyes blazing with vengeance.
The desire to kill her remained, but now it was tempered with a strange sense of confidence. Klaus knew he could use this moment to his advantage. Instead of succumbing to the chaos, he could harness it.
"Moon Slash!" Klaus shouted as he slashed his spear, sending a powerful ice arc toward the Blood Queen. He immediately dashed forward, aiming his spear at her heart.
But the Blood Queen was faster—much faster. She stepped back and twisted her body, avoiding his attack. A moment like this would have left him dazed before, but not this time. His mind was already focused on the battle, so he kicked out, landing a solid strike on her stomach.
The force of the kick sent her flying back, and Klaus quickly followed up with another ice arc, which connected squarely with her body.
"Hunting Vines!" the Blood Queen shouted. From the ground, countless vine-like shards shot up, attacking Klaus from all directions.
Thinking quickly, Klaus stabbed his spear into the ground, causing ice to burst out and freeze the incoming shards. However, the attack didn't stop. His spear was suddenly engulfed in flames as he swung it at the Blood Queen.
In response, she slammed her hand on the ground, raising a wall of vines that blocked his fiery assault. The impact sent sparks flying, and Klaus realized he needed to change his approach.
"Not good," he muttered, feeling a sharp pain in his back. A shard of vine had pierced him, and he winced at the sudden sting. He couldn't afford to be distracted now.
With a swift motion, Klaus yanked the shard out of his back, ignoring the blood trickling down. He couldn't let her see any weakness. He focused on his surroundings, searching for a way to counter her attack.
He needed to find a way out now that he was losing ground. The gap between him and the enemy was widening. He had received a sixfold power-up, but a Tier 8 mutated Zombie was no joke. So while he waited for the Dragon to finish off the Blood Prince, he could only hold on.
His last attack would determine who would stand and who would fall. To unleash that attack, he needed the dragon to block her for a few moments.
Klaus didn't know why his sword had turned into a spear when he transformed, but he was grateful. The length of the weapon allowed him to attack while keeping some distance between them.
"Explode!" Klaus called forth the Ice Lotus again, making it explode against the wall of vines. This froze the vines to some extent. It wasn't enough to shatter them, but it would be enough for him to break through with his next attack.
"Break!" he shouted as he lunged forward, stabbing his spear into the wall of vines. Boom! The wall exploded, and Klaus was forced through it. However, immediately, he found himself on the other side, a cold chill running down his spine.
"Die, Human!" the Blood Queen shouted as she stabbed her sword toward his chest. Klaus didn't know when the sword appeared in her hands since she had been fighting with her claw all this while, but he knew he wouldn't be able to defend against that attack at such a close range.
The spear gave him some distance, but with the speed he used to destroy the vines, He found himself in a tight spot and knew that the moment the sword pierced his chest, he would die.
His mind raced for a way out, but he couldn't find one. He had fallen into her trap, and there was no way to break free.
Suddenly, just as the sword was a few inches from his chest, his eyes glowed brightly, and then his blood splashed out as the sword Pierced his chest
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THE LAST PARAGON IN THE APOCALYPSEC215: Trading Death for Death [Bonus]
The red moon, which was supposed to end 20 minutes ago, finally started to fade. The sky returned to normal, and the forest regained its natural colors. Klaus, who had been thriving off the effects of the Blood Moon Transformation, began losing his power at the worst possible moment. Read new chapters at m_v-l'e|-NovelBin.net
Under normal circumstances, he wouldn't have cared, but this time, he was in serious trouble. A sword had been stabbed through his chest, sticking out from his back—courtesy of the Blood Queen.
Klaus had intended to break her vine wall and overwhelm her with attacks while waiting for the Dragon to finish barbecuing the last of the Blood Princes. However, he had miscalculated. The wall wasn't meant for defense at all.
It was just a smokescreen for the real attack the Blood Queen had planned, and unfortunately, Klaus fell for it. He broke through the wall as expected, but he paid the price with a sword through his chest.
He hadn't expected it at all. From the start of the battle until now, the Blood Queen hadn't used a sword, so he assumed she didn't wield one. But he was wrong, and the sword in his chest was proof of that.
However, Klaus wasn't the only one impaled. Looking at the Blood Queen, Klaus couldn't help but smirk, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth and his teeth stained red.
"You didn't see this coming, did you?" Klaus said, his voice strained, as he stared at the Blood Queen, who was turning pale from the spear now lodged in her chest.
"You expected me to fall for your attack, but you failed to realize I knew you'd try something like that. You can always hide your trump cards, but you can't hide a weapon from me. I tend to be a little sensitive to weapons you see," Klaus added, coughing up more blood.
In truth, the moment she retrieved her weapon, Klaus sensed it. Thanks to the sixfold power-up from the Blood Moon Transformation, despite the overwhelming emotions and tormented thoughts, his connection to weapons never faltered.
For the first time, Klaus saw the potential of his class—the Weapons Overlord. He realized just how powerful it could be.
Throughout the battle, Klaus had formed connections with all the weapons around him, though he couldn't use them as easily as his Void Piercing Needle. Still, this didn't stop him from altering the trajectory of some of the attacks.
The spiked mace from the Blood Prince could have hit him many times, but Klaus used his connection to slow the attacks or move them slightly, reducing the impact. Of course, each time he did this, it caused him mental strain, but it worked.
So when he sensed the Blood Queen drawing her weapon, he knew he had to overwhelm her while he waited for the Dragon to finish off the last of the Blood Princes so he could put his final attack into action.
But he failed to realize he was walking into a trap. Her attack came too quickly, and Klaus struggled to adapt. He knew he was lacking in that regard, quick reflexes.
When she attacked and he was out of options to defend, he used his weapon control ability to alter the sword's trajectory. He couldn't move it much, but he shifted it enough to avoid a fatal blow to his heart.
Yes, Klaus could have moved it further away, but that would have caused him to miss his chance to stab her. And with the mental strain that followed each time he controlled a weapon with his mind, he knew missing that strike would have been dangerous.
So he opted for the old-fashioned approach: you stab me, I stab you. In this case, though, Klaus aimed to make his strike count. Unfortunately for the Blood Queen, she didn't have Klaus's control over weapons, so his spear went straight through her heart. Klaus added something extra—a cold, icy essence that began freezing her from the inside.
"You... you shouldn't have done that," the Blood Queen gasped, coughing up blood, her gaze cold despite her life slowly draining away.
"Oh? Do tell. What shouldn't I have done?" Klaus asked, not faring much better himself.
"The entire Zombie race will hunt you down for eradicating the DarkBlood Demon Zombies," the Blood Queen said as she continued to turn into an ice statue.
"I killed every last Voltox Zombie and I'm still alive. I think it's your so-called race that should be worried. And oh, before you threaten me with that Zombie Empress of yours, know that I don't care," Klaus replied, too exhausted to pull the spear from her chest.
Being so close to her, staring at her twisted expression, he felt disgusted with himself for ever having lustful thoughts about her. The feeling alone made him want to vomit, but he was also sinking into darkness.
The sword had missed his heart, but only slightly. It had grazed it, causing him to bleed internally.
He needed to remove the sword so his Overlord Healing skill could activate, but he was too tired. Now that the Blood Moon Transformation had ended, his strength had diminished considerably.
Suddenly, the Blood Queen froze completely. Using every last ounce of energy he had left, Klaus twisted the spear, shattering the ice. The Blood Queen cracked and shattered, and Klaus fell backward, hitting the ground hard.
The sword was still lodged in his chest, and his eyes grew heavy. He looked sideways and saw the dragon dissipate, leaving a cooked Zombie corpse behind.
"At least they're all dead. I can take a nap now," Klaus said with a weak smile as his eyes closed, drifting into unconsciousness. He no longer had the strength to pull the weapon from his chest.
A few seconds later, a powerful gust of wind swept through the silent battlefield, raising dust into the air. When it settled, Miriam, the War Goddess, appeared.
"Klaus!" she cried. The moment she saw him lying on the ground with a sword through his chest, she rushed to his side, instantly removing the blade. She cradled him in her arms as tears began to fall.
Once again, she was too late to save him. Just like in Arcadian City, she had arrived too late when he needed her most. Her tears flowed freely as she did everything she could to wake him up.
Suddenly, planes and vehicles started arriving in the forest as the reinforcements Klaus had called for forty minutes ago finally reached the battlefield.
Klaus had already killed every last Zombie, leaving the War Goddess holding his cold body in the midst of the silent battlefield.
The soldiers and warriors who had arrived stood silently, staring at the bloodied battlefield and Klaus's unconscious body in the War Goddess's arms. No one made a sound. They simply stood there, watching.
They had come to fight, but it was clear they had arrived too late. However, that wasn't their main concern. What truly stunned them was the sight of Klaus—the same Klaus they knew—having cleared a battlefield full of thousands of these terrifying Zombies, now lying dead and beheaded all around them.
It was too shocking. They were all in a daze, just standing there, trying to process what they were seeing. The War Goddess's tears continued to fall; she was clearly going through a lot.
Suddenly, the sky cracked open, revealing a dark inner space. The whole army looked up at the sudden change, but before anyone could react, a woman they all instantly recognized appeared through the crack.
She looked cold—so cold that none of the warriors dared make eye contact with her. The moment she appeared, she vanished and reappeared beside Miriam. The crack in the sky closed behind her.
"Stop crying, little sister. He's not dead. He just needs time to heal," the woman said, placing her palm on Klaus's chest.
With a flick of her wrist, space cracked open again, and before anyone could fully understand what was happening, the woman, Miriam, and Klaus vanished, leaving behind only the dead Zombies and thousands of Zombie stones (cores).
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