The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse

The plan was simple: use the Ice Lotus Bloom to attack the Tier 6 Zombies, a method Klaus had already tested and proven effective. After that, the Chaotic Nirvana Flame, flowing through the Dragon, would be unleashed to deal with the more powerful Tier 7 Zombies.

Klaus had bet everything on this one massive explosion. Now, standing amidst the destruction, he felt a wave of satisfaction. The explosion wiped out over 40% of the Zombies on both sides, instantly allowing Klaus to level up to Level 7.

Without hesitation, he allocated the 400 points he had earned straight to his Agility. Klaus knew speed would be his greatest asset. He needed to move quickly to keep the remaining Zombies at bay until reinforcements arrived.

“Human, you dare!” The voice of the Lady Zombie standing atop one of the pillars echoed across the battlefield. After the explosion, Klaus had begun systematically taking down Zombies with his Void Piercing Needle. The Lady Zombie, still glaring at him from the top of her pillar started to shout furiously.

Klaus on the other had just smirked. He knew she couldn’t leave the pillar until her ritual was complete, so her threats were empty for now. He didn’t bother replying, focusing instead on thinning out the horde. The Void Piercing Needle required little Star Qi, which made it the perfect weapon for this moment. All he needed was mental strength, something he had been honing throughout his battles.

With every flicker of his mind, the needle darted through the air, piercing the heads of Zombies. Some had already died in the explosion, but those farther away had managed to survive. However, many of them weren’t quick enough to escape the reach of the needle.

The explosion had been more powerful than Klaus had expected, giving him a significant advantage. He pushed his mental strength to the limit, focusing on the Tier 6 Zombies first. They had less awareness of their surroundings, making them easier targets. The needle effortlessly tore through them, one after another. Discover stories with

“Human, I will skin you alive!” the Lady Zombie screeched again, her voice filled with fury as she watched her subordinates get slaughtered one by one. Her eyes blazed with anger, but she was powerless to act, still bound to her ritual on the pillar.

In response, Klaus merely raised his middle finger, a smirk tugging at his lips. He didn’t waste time with words. Instead, he focused on the task at hand, continuing to kill as quickly as he could.

“You guys should stay at bay now,” Klaus muttered under his breath. With a flick of his wrist, the Bellof Harrows appeared before him, its chime echoing across the battlefield. The sound was more than just noise—it carried a powerful sonic wave, combined with a soul attack, aimed directly at the Tier 7 Zombies. He needed to hold them back just long enough to finish off the weaker ones.

Every five seconds, the Bell rang out, each toll sending a wave of force that kept the Zombie Kings at bay. It gave Klaus the time he needed, making the slaughter of the Tier 6 Zombies far more efficient.

Blood splattered across the ground, staining the ice left behind by the explosion. The battlefield was a gruesome sight, littered with bodies. Within two minutes, 70% of the Tier 6 Zombies had been wiped out, leaving only a small percentage still standing.

“Not fast enough,” Klaus muttered to himself, frustration creeping into his voice. His sword materialized in his hand, gleaming in the dim light. Without hesitation, he moved. In one swift, fluid motion, several heads flew into the air, severed cleanly by his blade.

His sword flashed through the air, moving faster than the eye could follow. Each strike was lethal, each swing precise. Heads continued to roll as the Void Piercing Needle continued its deadly work alongside his blade, darting through the battlefield and finishing off any Zombies left standing.

Klaus’s movements were a blur, a dance of death as he carved his way through the remaining Zombies. The combination of his sword and needle made him unstoppable, his attacks relentless. He didn’t give the Zombies a chance to recover or regroup. Every time one moved, it was met with a swift, merciless end.

The battlefield had become a slaughterhouse, with blood pooling on the frozen ground. Klaus showed no sign of slowing down, his determination burning brighter with each kill. The Tier 6 Zombies, though numerous, were no match for his speed and skill.

Above him, the Lady Zombie watched helplessly, her anger turning to desperation. She could only scream and shout from her pillar, unable to stop the massacre happening before her eyes.

Klaus didn’t care about her threats. His mind was focused solely on clearing the battlefield. The faster he could eliminate these Zombies, the sooner he could turn his attention to the real challenge: the Tier 7 Zombies, who were still waiting, held back by the Bell of Harrow’s sonic waves.

“Human, stop what you are doing! Do you want to offend the Zombie Empress? Let me tell you, your so-called Overlords are no match for her!” the Lady Zombie shouted again, her voice filled with arrogance and desperation.

Klaus couldn’t help but smirk at her words. “Keep running your mouth. After I’m done with these idiots, I’ll make sure to wipe that smug look off your face,” he muttered under his breath, his tone calm and unwavering as he continued to cut through the hordes of Zombies.

He showed no mercy. Every swing of his sword and flick of the Void Piercing Needle resulted in another kill. The battlefield was chaotic, but Klaus thrived in the madness. His movements were swift and calculated, his attacks leaving no room for the Zombies to fight back. He knew adding the 400 points to agility was the right move.

“Just a few more,” The senior who had been against the idea of him entering this fight this time still didn’t let the moment slide without praising him and encouraging him to keep on.

Klaus’s lips curled into a slight smile at the sound of his senior’s voice. Right now, he couldn’t care less about some unknown Zombie Empress. He knew that, sooner or later, he would face her. But at this moment, his focus was on staying alive long enough to deal with the 540 Tier 7 Zombies he was keeping at bay.

“If I manage to pull this off, I’m definitely taking a vacation,” Klaus muttered to himself. The reality of the situation was grim—500-plus Tier 7 Zombies were far too many for someone like him, a mere Tier 3 human. By all logic, he should have been crushed under such overwhelming odds.

But Klaus was anything but normal. In many ways, he was an anomaly, a fighter who always rose to the occasion. To him, this was just another challenge to overcome. Looking at the staggering odds, Klaus knew he’d have to fight harder than ever, but there wasn’t an ounce of fear in him.

“I need to level up faster if I’m going to break through this force field,” he muttered, slashing his way through the bloody battlefield. His sword cut through Zombie after Zombie, each kill bringing him closer to his goal.

“Brat, if you survive this and break through to the Grandmaster stage, your strength, and Star Qi will increase greatly,” his senior’s voice echoed in his mind. “These Zombies have a unique aura that will enhance your Star Qi if you absorb it properly.”

“Now that’s what I like to hear,” Klaus said with a grin, feeling a surge of motivation.

“You just have to survive this battle,” his senior added a subtle tone of care in his voice. Klaus’s smile widened. He knew the senior wasn’t just giving him advice—he was showing concern in his own way, reminding Klaus that this was hard, but not impossible.

The battlefield around him was a gruesome sight. Blood painted the ice and dirt, and bodies of fallen Zombies piled high.

“And it’s a wrap” Klaus smirked as the Void Piercing Arrow pierces the last Zombie General. He has some blood on him, but he wasn’t injured, they are the blood of the zombies. Next, the Zombie Kings…