The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse

The battle was chaotic, with humans clashing against Zombies in a frenetic struggle. There was no clear victory in sight. The Zombies were numerous, but they weren’t gaining the upper hand either. Well, it looks like they have the potential to overwhelm the Humans.

Yet, an obstacle stood in their way: Klaus. He is radiating chilling ice energy, cleaving through the monsters as effortlessly as if he were harvesting wheat.

Though the fight was demanding, Klaus wasn’t at a disadvantage. The contrast between his ease and the struggles of the Saints and Sages was stark, and people all over the world watching the live broadcast were taking note.

In this new era where everything was broadcast live, it was unsettling yet commonplace. Klaus, unaware of the global commentary, continued his relentless assault on the Zombies, his life depending on it—quite literally.

‘Ah, if only they allowed the use of tracking watches here,’ Klaus thought with a sigh. ‘I would have already entered the world warrior ranking chart, or be on the verge of it.’ He pushed the thought aside and continued to cut down more and more Zombies.

Klaus was indeed confident, taking down Zombie generals with ease as if they were mere chickens. The War Goddess, who had been quietly observing, couldn’t help but mutter to herself, “This kid is a monster.”

Watching Klaus fight across realms left her in awe, but it also unsettled her. She was on high alert for the True Terror, a Zombie Emperor—an entity at her own level of power. Despite her concern for Klaus’s safety, she found it hard to remain calm. Some might say she was overly protective of him, but it was only natural. Someone with Klaus’s potential needed to be safeguarded.

Although it was uncertain how long he could maintain his ability to fight realms above his own as his cultivation grew, it was impressive to know he could do so at any time. Once a Zombie reaches the level of King, their power multiplies significantly.

Klaus might not be able to maintain his dominance in fighting three realms above him for much longer, but that wasn’t a major concern. He was growing stronger by the second, and that was what truly mattered.

Within Arcadian City, the young Master stage experts continue to watch Klaus in awe. One of them couldn’t help but ask aloud, “How is he doing that?”

“He’s a monster,” a young lady said, her voice filled with admiration. “A handsome monster.”

Another observer added, “I now understand where his arrogance comes from. He’s a monster among monsters.”

“Even the Sages can’t match his speed in killing,” someone else said. Klaus’s effortless killings made some of the arrogant onlookers want to hide their faces. Their wealth had blinded them to true strength, making them realize how wrong they had been to underestimate him.

“After the battle, I wouldn’t mind offering myself to Brother Klaus,” a young lady confessed, her face hidden in embarrassment.

Her friends exchanged glances but said nothing. It was clear she wasn’t the only one with such thoughts. All the ladies present were captivated by the white-haired warrior’s display of power.

“Honey bitches,” Hanna, standing with Anna and Klaus’s other friends, muttered.

“What? Aren’t you thinking the same thing?” Danny asked with a slight grin.

“No. Brother Klaus is my friend and my boss. I have no such feelings toward him,” Hanna replied with a straight face, making everyone raise an eyebrow. Even Anna was taken aback but could tell Hanna was serious.

Anna wanted to say something but decided against it. Instead, she turned her attention back to the giant screen showing the battlefield.

Klaus was rampaging, and so were his uncles.

The Zombie King fighting Uncle Ziggy was covered in wounds. It had attempted a few counterattacks, but Uncle Ziggy was always a step ahead, forcing the Zombie King to remain on the defensive.

Meanwhile, Uncle James was playing a relentless game of catch with the Zombie King he was fighting. His flaming boomerangs were a nightmare for the Zombie. Each time the creature managed to fend off one attack, more boomerangs would come crashing down, leaving the Zombie King growling in frustration.

Uncle James activated a technique that multiplied his boomerangs a dozen times. Although the clones were less powerful, they were perfect for causing destruction. The Zombie King is struggling to defend itself, its body increasingly covered in wounds.

“Giant Shield Art: Meteor’s Might!” Uncle Mark shouted. A massive, 30-meter-tall shield materialized in the air. He smashed the shield in his hand forward, sending it crashing down with a dangerous and powerful force.

The Zombie King he was fighting charged forward, its club raised high. The club clashed with the giant shield, sending shockwaves through the air. The force of their collision was immense, and the Zombie King struggled against it. However, the shield remained intact. Uncle Mark planted his feet firmly on the ground and pushed his shield forward with renewed strength.

Suddenly, the Zombie King’s leg snapped, forcing it to kneel. At the same time, the crystal embedded in its chest began to pulse with intense energy. It was using the energy from the crystal to heal itself.

“Not again, you bastard!” Uncle Mark growled. He slammed his shield forward once more, unleashing a beam of light that struck the Zombie King’s chest, hitting the dark crystal directly. The crystal cracked for a moment and then shattered.

The Zombie King attempted to rise, but before it could get back on its feet, another giant shield crashed down upon it, flattening it against the ground. And so, Uncle Mark defeated the first of the Seven Zombie Kings.

He wipes a sweat off his forehead but maintains a smile. Though visibly exhausted, he did not miss the chance to taunt his friends.

“Bastards, guess who took down their opponent first?” Uncle Mark called out, glancing at his friends, who were still engaged in their own battles with Zombie Kings.

“What are you gloating about? Get into action and help Klaus and the others!” Uncle Ziggy shouted, making the exhausted Uncle Mark move towards the Tier 6 Zombie Generals.

What followed was a thunderous clash, with the Zombie Generals falling one after another, leaving nothing behind but Zombie Cores and a grotesque mixture of zombie remains.

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Far from the battlefield, a three-meter-tall Zombie with deep green eyes and white markings on its red face stared intently toward the battlefield. Standing beside it are two Zombie Kings, each looking even more dangerous than the ones already fighting.

“I sense someone of my level is on the battlefield,” the white marked Zombie said in a dangerous tone. “I will deal with them. But ensure the others are dead before I address the real threat.”

“It won’t be long before the Queen orders us to retreat from this human settlement. Our job is to make sure there is no resistance left within this region when she arrives.” The marked Zombie’s command made the two Zombie Kings nod in agreement.

“Alright, get to work,” the marked Zombie said. The two Zombie Kings dissolved into the ground, vanishing without a trace.

The red Zombie looked back at the battlefield once more before disappearing as well.

Back on the battlefield, Klaus and the others were fighting fiercely with the Zombie Generals and Kings when suddenly, an immense pressure descended upon them. High in the sky, a terrifying red Zombie appeared, wielding a crimson sword dripping with dark energy.

Without a word, the Zombie slashed its sword downward, aiming to kill anything on the battlefield, Zombies included. The dark energy cut an arc slashing toward the humans and zombies locking them in place.

However, just as the dark energy was about to strike, a blinding flash of sword light cleave through the air, obliterating the attack upon impact. The War Goddess had finally intervened.

A sovereign and an Emperor, ready to face the battle.

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Human = Soveriegn

Zombie = Emperor

Monster = Tyrant