The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse

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. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

“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