The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse

Immediately after the Eye of Despair appeared, cries of pain and horror erupted from the soldiers deployed by the three legacies to prevent Klaus from entering the city.

Their instructions were to use force if necessary to ensure he never entered. The humiliation Klaus had put them through was too much for them to swallow, and they wanted nothing more than to see him gone.

But while their men were tasked with beating him up and sending him away, they hired the Triple Zero Mercenary Group to do the killing. They wanted him eliminated, and if a mercenary did it, the blame would fall on them.

Of course, they never expected the Dark Order to make an appearance. However, when they heard what Klaus said, they felt a sense of relief. They knew the dark order would kill him.

Their happiness was cut short, though, when Klaus casually killed the sage who had sneaked up to attack him.

Their horror intensified when the Eye of Despair appeared in the air. Klaus wasn’t holding back; he wanted to see the effect of the recent upgrade on the bead. With the upgrade, three skills were unlocked, and now Klaus had activated the first one, “Night of Terror.”

The skill taps into the minds and souls of people and monsters, sending them down a path of horror so gory that after they are pulled out, their lives will never be the same. For many, they would prefer death over the horror contained in those eyes.

Klaus didn’t know how deep the skill’s effects would go, so since it used soul strength to operate, the first thing he did when he got down from the jet was activate the Soul Hook skill and link with all the Saints and Sages around him, slowly stealing their soul strength.

He did not touch the souls of the Great Sages, fearing they might notice and ruin his setup. The time he spent talking with them was merely a delay tactic to steal more soul strength.

When he had enough and knew it would be sufficient to consume them, he unleashed the eye. Now, under its gaze, Klaus couldn’t help but smile evilly—a smile that made those watching from their various homes shudder in their booths.

The Saints and Sages were screaming from the horror they were experiencing, and Klaus was more than happy with the results.

However, he noticed that even though the Great Sages were struggling to focus on him due to the terror flashing through their minds and souls, they seemed to be adapting.

But Klaus wouldn’t allow that to happen.

“Looks like we have some strong minds and souls here. Fear not; I came prepared. You would each get your dose” Klaus said with a smile, despite the painful cries surrounding him.

He watched as the Great Sages struggled to lunge at him and smirked.

“Night of Agony,” he muttered coldly.

Immediately after he said that the space that had darkened slightly began to turn red. From the eye in the air, a red mist started to exude and spread throughout the area.

The moment the first person was enveloped by the mist, a cry that came deep from his soul erupted from his mouth, causing Anna and Klaus’s friends, who were looking through the window of the jet, to break into a cold sweat.

They exchanged uneasy glances, clearly shaken by what was happening outside.

“Tsk, what are you guys thinking about? They deserve everything happening to them.” Contrary to what Anna and the others were feeling, Hanna seemed to be okay with everything. In fact, she wished Klaus would just kill everyone and be done with it.

Although she didn’t understand why she was becoming this way, she didn’t care. In her eyes, Klaus was her family, and she wouldn’t flinch if she witnessed him doing anything sinister to his enemies.

To her, they deserved everything that was coming to them. Anna and the others looked at her for a few seconds before returning their gaze to Klaus, who stood there with his hands behind him.

All over the world, everyone watching held a grim look on their faces—sinister, too sinister. That was what was on their minds.

Hundreds of soldiers lay on the floor, screaming their souls out, while the one responsible stood there smiling at their agony.

Many had seen videos of Klaus fighting monsters and zombies; it was a mesmerizing display to many. However, they had never seen this side of Klaus before—the side that made them all quake in their booths.

The side Klaus was displaying was simply too wicked in their eyes. This, of course, was the message Klaus was trying to send, and from the looks on their faces, the message was received loud and clear.

‘He is not someone anyone can just try to suppress. If he could take down hundreds of Saints, Sages, and Great Sages while he was just a Master stage expert, then what happens when he becomes a Sovereign?’

The message was clear.

“I came here to kill only three people; however, they played smart and sent you guys instead. Don’t blame me—blame yourselves for choosing to work for some idiots,” Klaus said, looking at the agony in front of him.

While the [Night of Terror] sent their minds and souls down a path of horror, the [Night of Agony] ensured the most painful torture was inflicted on their minds and souls. It was truly horrific.

But Klaus wasn’t done. He had received three new skills for the Eye of Despair and had only used two; one was still left.

“Night of Retribution.”

Immediately after Klaus spoke those words, the entire space turned quiet for a second before the painful cries erupted again.

The third skill was a revenge-type ability. It plunged their minds into a chaotic whirlpool where their very beings would be under constant torture for something bad they had done in the past. The pain would be amplified manyfold, coming from the weight of their own deeds.

“That’s more like it,” Klaus muttered with a smile, watching as all 729 soldiers wailed in pain and torture on the ground. He stood there for thirty full minutes before suddenly, the space cleared, and the eye was deactivated.

“Now, to the 139 who wanted me down,” Klaus said, taking out all 360 Viper Piercing Needles. They floated around him for a few seconds before merging into a thick, 64-inch needle.

“In your next lives, try to live a good life—one where, instead of backstabbing your fellow humans, you would try to help them instead.” The Void Piercing Needle flashed forward, and soon, the scent of blood filled the air as heads began to burst apart.

The needle moved so fast that within seconds, all 139 Klaus had identified were dead. The Needles destroyed their heads.

He managed to do this because, now that he had awakened the Slaughter Aura, he could sense the aura of most people. The first thing he noticed about those fools was their chaotic, murderous intent.

As for the assassins, they had almost no aura around them—something Klaus had sensed from all the assassins he had killed before—so they weren’t that hard to spot.

Klaus looked in a certain direction and said, “If you aren’t satisfied with these results, you can always find me.”

He walked back to the jet, leaving 590 soldiers behind, some passed out and others traumatized from the terror they had experienced, groaning on the ground. None of them had what it took to stand for the next five hours, so he left.

“People are dead; we can leave now,” Klaus said as soon as he entered the jet. His friends straightened up and stood to follow him.

All over the world, everyone watched as Klaus and his friends entered a car arranged by Lily and left for a hotel she had booked for them.