The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse

“Feel what a true beam feels like.” Uncle Ziggy’s revolver dripped with energy as a lightning bullet was fired.

Up in the air, the domain stage warrior saw a bullet approaching him. He raised his defense in time, confident he could block the bullet…

Yet he died.

The bullet went through his forehead and came out from the back, showing it wasn’t a simple strike. However, the most shocking part is that not even the strong defense was able to withstand that attack.

“The Anti-Law bullet, huh?” Klaus mused, knowing that his uncles would soon become the five most targeted warriors on the battlefield.

When he first gave everyone his blood, it had no effect on six people. One was his mom, and the other five were his uncles. It felt like his blood was nothing to them.

However, despite everything, Klaus continued to give them his blood until finally, something happened.

His five uncles didn’t gain anything fancy, just one skill called ’Anti-Law’.

Essentially, this law permits his uncles to circumvent the law (domain) of their targets. So, once a warrior uses their domain law to strengthen their defense or attacks, they can easily block these attacks or completely ignore the defenses with the Anti-Law.

What Uncle Ziggy used was that skill, and it had proven quite useful.

“Mountain Splitter.” Somewhere else on the battlefield, Uncle Xian’s battle axe cleaved through hundreds of Nether stage warriors, causing even a few domain stage warriors to cough mouthfuls of blood.

“Here I come.” Uncle Jojo, too, arrived, and with his gunlet dripping with ice, he started shattering bodies and kicking butt.

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[Planet Nebu]

“This is shocking,” one of the masked figures standing beside King Archon said. “It is like our opponents are not afraid of our domain stage warriors.”

“Indeed. They seem to have them figured out, and even Ascension stage warriors are facing domain stage warriors on our side.”

“There also seems to be an issue with that Archer. She alone had killed over 14 domain stage warriors.”

The third person was talking about Hanna, who had, in fact, killed over a thousand Nether stage warriors and even 14 domain stage warriors.

“Let’s not forget the Necromancer and the five new arrivals.”

King Archon’s expression changed on hearing that one person was able to kill 14 domain stage warriors. That shouldn’t be possible, not by a long shot.

At most, a domain stage warrior should be able to fight two major battles, and that should be all. However, here he learned that one person could kill 14 of his.

Two possibilities appeared in his mind.

It is either that there is something at play on the battlefield enabling them to easily kill domain stage warriors, or he is up against monsters trained to kill domain stage warriors like flies.

If that is the case, then he will not have a good time.

“Send more domain stage warriors. I don’t believe they will be able to handle more of them.”

The command was given, and over 10,000 domain stage warriors moved. One had to say, the heavens really schemed well.

During Klaus’s 7th incarnation, he had fewer than 20 domain stage warriors on his side. However, he faced over a thousand domain stage warriors. Now, Klaus has quite a number of domain stage warriors, and from the look of things, they are very powerful.

This means the heavens have reasons to pair them against a planet like Nebu, which, for the last 25 years, has been recording domain stage warriors in their midst.

In a way, the spiritual qi in that world is very dense, making domain stage warriors a common sight there. Now, however, they are being crushed…

“Another thing, they are not dying,” the first masked person said. “Whenever we kill any of them, they come back to life, showing we aren’t reducing their numbers at all.”

“The necromancer must be killed,” the second masked man said.

“Indeed. He must die.”

“Then I think it’s time we deploy the mercenaries on Varren Moon,” King Archon said, looking toward a certain moon.

“Yes, we should.”

The order was given, and over 210,000 mercenaries were deployed. Of course, not all of them joined. The arrogant ones didn’t move with the rest.

Most were the leaders of powerful mercenary teams, with even a few already at the Life stage. This showed their strength was not weak.

But even so, thousands of them moved, and just like that, Earth was about to face its first big threat.

Klaus stood calmly on the sword, watching the battles rage on. Suddenly, thousands of warning messages began to appear on the paragon system, prompting Klaus to take immediate action.

“Lunara, Ohema, time to get to work.”

Ohema, who would be fighting by her mother’s side, moved when she saw more warriors who weren’t clad in any armor that resembled that of the Neburians or the Kathorians.

Ohema is an archer; however, she is also a Poison Empress. Unlike Hanna, who uses the lightning element, Ohema uses poison to form her arrows.

Naturally, that was something Klaus knew would come in handy right when the odds showing up were beyond what he could easily handle.

“Poison Arrow.” Her body exuded a purple mist as she pulled back her bowstring. Then, with a quick release, poison arrows shot from thin air, raining down on the new arrivals.

They all saw the arrows coming and defended against them. None died. Not even a scratch. It was like the arrows unleashed weren’t lethal.

However, its true nature was revealed the next second when some of them started feeling dizzy.

“It is poison… Kill her fast to neutralize it.”

Those who realised what had happened moved to get their hands on Ohema, who had tricked them into not taking her first attack seriously.

Now, as she watched them come at her, a half-face mask appeared, covering her mouth up to her nose.

Her bow even transformed into a much bigger metallic bow, the kind that could fire kingdom-piercing arrows.

“I will take the left side,” Ohema said to her mom, who nodded. “Then I will take the right side.”

Naturally, that meant the Grand Elders and the rest of the lunar Legion would take the center.

As they moved and revealed their nature as a warrior race, the resistance the mercenaries faced was firm.

Lunara was clad in reddish-orange battle armor, her scythe lit with flame. Ohema was also clad in purple armor, ready to kill.

Klaus watched as his two ladies led their people to battle, and he was happy for them.

However, he started to become vigilant.

Ten more on his side had died; however, they were back on the battlefield thanks to Asmodeus. Klaus had already sensed the danger building up when this new batch arrived. However, in the next couple of minutes, he started to believe the heavens had indeed worked overtime for today.

The battlefield had already started to spread, covering a large part of the Equatorial Union. However, it was still too early to make any more decisions.

“Queenie, Initial Plan B.”

Klaus gave his Asura queen a command, and at once, over three million warriors in the Earth Alliance retreated. The weakest among them was at the Peak Chaos stage.

“Aoi, Lulu… replace them.”