The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse

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. Enjoy more content from

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.