The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse

During Nari’s tribulation, a dragon lady appeared, demanding that she take a new blood essence that would revert her back to the path of a Great Calamity, something they so desperately wanted.

Nari, of course, rejected her offer and killed her.

However, the being that appeared back then wasn’t that powerful. It was a sliver of the true form of the lady.

But the one standing before Klaus is a true pink dragon—a real dragon extending a whopping 400 meters. The mere sight of how colossal it looked made Klaus wonder just what the heavens wanted to do.

Suddenly, the dragon transformed into a young man, taking on a handsome, pink-haired human form. He’s about 7 feet tall and has two pink horns on his forehead, slightly scaly hands, and sharp claws.

“My name is Eldrin. I am a messenger from the heavens sent to punish you,” the dragon man, Eldrin, said, looking coldly at Klaus.

“What a pity,” Klaus muttered, shaking his head. “Judging by your looks, you don’t even know who I am or what I have done. You just blindly follow their command and come to throw your life away.”

“You should be concerned about yours. I came to kill you; now, prepare to die.” Eldrin charged his claw, staring at Klaus with a murderous look.

“Tell me this: do you know who you were sent to kill?” Klaus asked, but before he could get an answer, something snapped in Eldrin, who charged at Klaus.

It was as if the heavens didn’t want him to say anything or listen to anything Klaus had to say. Essentially, they didn’t want any interaction between them.

“Too bad, you will die for nothing.” Klaus extended his hand, causing a spell diagram to appear before him.

He then turned his hand anticlockwise.

“Spatial lock.”

That was the only thing he said before Eldrin came to a stop, frozen mid-charge

Eldrin’s eyes widened as his momentum abruptly stopped, his body frozen in mid-air.

His claws, poised to strike, hung meters away from Klaus, yet he couldn’t move a muscle. The air around him seemed thick, as if the very space had turned solid.

Klaus didn’t even bother to pay much attention to him. He was more focused on the skill he had just used.

Back on Earth, the little girl who was around 5 years old when Klaus left had miraculously grown to twelve years, becoming cuter. At the moment, she was seated on Klaus’s mom’s lap, drawing symbols in the air.

“What are you doing, Pickle Berry?” Klaus’s mom asked.

“I am helping big brother with something.” She turned and smiled at her. “These symbols are just my way of giving him more control over my skill.”

“What is it called?”

“Spatial Lock. It allows him to lock the space around anyone whose strength or understanding of the law pales in comparison to me or big brother,” Pickle Berry said with a smile.

“What about these small things?” Klaus’s mom grew curious, so she asked.

“They are the strength levels. So far, big brother can increase strength by 2, 4, and 6 times. Not that he needed the four and six, considering nobody would resist them,” Pickle Berry giggled.

“I pity the one who forced him to use this skill. Knowing him, something must have happened to him that made him very angry.” Klaus’s mom sighed.

“Don’t worry, Mother. Big Brother is stronger than you think. And considering I am here, it means he is in no harm.” Pickle Berry finished the last symbol and merged it with the spatial lock diagram.

She then hugged Klaus’s mom. “Mother, never leave us, okay? If you do, Big Brother will be devastated.”

Klaus’s mom held her tightly. “What nonsense are you talking about? I won’t be leaving now or ever. Where would I go?” She was taken aback by Pickle Berry’s statement.

However, she couldn’t help but wonder why she had said something like that. Watching how exhausted Pickle Berry had become, she held her and let her relax for now.

Back on Mars, Klaus felt his control over the spatial lock skill rise, making him smile through his cold expression.

“What… what have you done to me?” Eldrin’s voice was laced with shock and disbelief.

Klaus stood there, his gaze cold as he watched the dragon-like figure struggle against the invisible force that bound him.

“I told you,” Klaus said, his voice low and cold, “you’re too quick to follow orders. You never questioned why they sent you here or what this all means. You’re just another pawn.”

Eldrin’s body writhed, but the spatial lock was unyielding. The more he struggled, the tighter it seemed to become, until even his sharp claws couldn’t break the invisible chains that held him.

“You’re nothing but a tool,” Klaus continued, his eyes narrowing. “A weapon of the heavens, but in the end, you’re just like everyone else—useful until you’re not.”

“Release me!” Eldrin bellowed, his voice thundering with fury, but Klaus didn’t even flinch.

Watching a messenger of the heavens struggle felt good, so he stood there, his calm and cold presence radiating his angered spirit.

“You don’t get it, do you?” Klaus took a step closer, his tone becoming more menacing. “They sent you to kill me without ever asking if I was worth killing.

They never considered what would happen once you got here. You, and all the others like you, are nothing but pieces on a board, manipulated by forces you’ll never understand.”

Eldrin’s eyes flickered with doubt for a brief moment, and Klaus saw the tiniest crack in the facade. But before he could speak, Klaus raised his hand, and the spatial lock grew tighter.

The pressure was immense, enough to start breaking Eldrin’s bones. He tried to return to his true dragon form, but Klaus held him down.

“You’re weak,” Klaus whispered, his voice cutting through the silence. “And your strength won’t save you now. In your next life, don’t listen to every call from your sugar daddies and mommies.”

As Eldrin gasped for breath, struggling to free himself, Klaus’s hand twitched. The spell diagram glowed brighter, pulsating with power.

He cranked it up to four times the strength. His understanding of space law wasn’t much, but he could do this much thanks to Pickle Berry. Trapping the dragon was just his way of seeing how much he had grown.

Eldrin’s body began to tremble, his form slowly losing its grip on the world around him. “This… this is not how it was supposed to end,” he muttered.

The reward he had been given was now taken from him. His gains had become somebody else’s. Klaus didn’t even know this would be the outcome after killing him, but he most definitely enjoyed venting.

One Heaven’s messenger’s kill was a step closer to achieving the vow he made to the Cavalry. He would have more tribulations, and even stronger ones would come.

“The heavens won’t let you off.”

Klaus’s expression remained unchanged. “I would love to see them try. I have faced hundreds of thousands of your kind and walked out smiling. So what makes you think they have what it takes to come after me?”

With that, Klaus increased the force to six times, crushing the bastard to pulp.

He wasted no time and flew into the 10th level