The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse

A heaven’s favorite and a Paragon are natural-born enemies…

When these two find themselves in the same space, only one gets to leave… alive.

Right now, Klaus’s gaze met that of Heaven’s favourite, and all he could feel was the anger he had bottled up all these years.

However, instead of acting on this anger, he first analyzed the situation…

’It is clearly a trap. The moment I attack her, they will use these three weapons to retaliate. Naturally, they merely want to keep me away from the battlefield for as long as they can.’

Over 40 minds work in sync to analyze the situation. He isn’t acting on impulse because he knows that would be the wrong thing to do.

It is not yet time to let go and unleash his demons.

So the best course of action now is to find a way to kill the bitch and get the weapons off their hands.

’These weapons are indeed lethal. But at the end of the day, I can only do it myself.’

Klaus moves, and with him, 30 others move. However, instead of blocking him, they spread out and started creating one big formation just for him.

Klaus ignored them and closed in on Heaven’s favourite.

She is a Vareenite, a soul warrior. This makes her very dangerous… However, Klaus isn’t afraid. If anything, he wants to see how strong a Death-stage warrior is.

He expected no fewer than 40 Death-stage warriors to appear, and so he prepared for them. Although he had stepped into a trap, he wasn’t afraid.

“Let me guess, the heavens showered you with skills, techniques, and all kinds of gifts, grooming you for this moment, so you could play the role of the bait that a Paragon couldn’t resist.”

The lady named Meva looked at Klaus with a murderous look in her eyes.

Naturally, she feels insulted when someone like Klaus questions her. However, the insatiable anger rooted deep in her heart compels her not to take her opponent lightly.

“You are an evil that needs to be destroyed at all costs…” she said, pointing her spear at Klaus. “Today, I will shatter your soul and end your tyranny.”

“Spoken like a true brainwashed idiot,” Klaus smirked, and then a bow appeared in his hand…

The moment the bow appeared, golden lightning that directly affected the soul appeared around his body, causing Meva to frown.

“You can’t seriously expect me to leave my soul unguarded, are you?” Klaus laughed, then moved his body and fired an arrow.

“Now, why don’t I humiliate your employers by using you as target practice?”

“Soul Arrow.”

Klaus fired a second shot, and a 2-meter-long arrow with a phoenix-feather-looking arrowhead flashed out, arriving before Meva.

She struck with her spear and then activated her domain, causing the surroundings around Klaus to change.

He found himself hovering over a large river filled with golden fish. Obviously, these fish aren’t normal ones.

The moment Klaus looked down at the river, he noticed faint ripples of soul energy spreading from each fish. He could feel it at once. These were the souls of people she had killed.

They weren’t mere illusions — they were fragments of souls, trapped and bound by Meva’s domain. Each fish represented a victim she had defeated. And the more she killed, the stronger her domain became.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Meva’s voice echoed as she floated above the river. “Every soul here once belonged to a sinner. You’ll soon join them. Your soul will fuel my strength, allowing me to purify this land.”

Klaus smiled faintly, unsure whether he should curse at her or talk some sense into her. “You mean victims of your so-called righteousness? How poetic.”

A sneer appeared on his face. “I have killed so many of your kind that even I can’t remember the exact number.

They all preached the same righteous message, but in the end, they are all the same. Twisted on the inside, righteous on the outside. This is why your death will be miserable.”

Without hesitation, he raised his bow.

Arrows of pure soul lightning appeared around him. Klaus grabbed one and placed it in his bow. “Let’s see if Heaven’s favourite can handle this.”

The moment he pulled the string, the remaining arrows pointed forward, causing her to frown.

“Rain of Judgment.”

Dozens of golden lightning arrows fired at once, piercing through the air like divine meteors. Klaus knew he was limited inside Meva’s domain, but he didn’t care.

The sound of thunder filled Meva’s domain as they tore through the sky, descending toward her from every angle.

Meva twirled her spear, and her domain reacted instantly.

The river surged upward, forming massive serpents of glowing water that intercepted the arrows. Each serpent absorbed the lightning before detonating into bright waves of soul energy.

“Pathetic,” she sneered, feeling no impact like she expected. “Your attacks hold power, but your soul is very weak. Do you even understand what it means to wield divine lightning?”

“More than you understand what it means to face it,” Klaus replied coldly.

In a blur, he vanished. He wasn’t really aiming those arrows to kill her… He is much more meticulous than that.

The next second, Klaus reappeared above Meva, his bow replaced by a glowing sword crackling with lightning.

He swung down fiercely.

This move took Meva off guard, causing her to barely block it with her spear. Being caught off guard inside her own domain told her what she needed to know about Klaus.

The impact shook the entire domain. Golden ripples burst outward, and the fish in the river scattered like they were afraid of the white-haired monster fighting their master.

Now holding a sword, their clash continued — spear against sword.

Each strike carried intent strong enough to rupture space. Klaus’s attacks grew faster and sharper, with every movement calculated to find a flaw in Meva’s stance.

He wasn’t underestimating Meva at all. She is not weak, and Klaus, who had dominated many battlefields, knew better.

Yet he wasn’t at a disadvantage like one would expect.

But Meva wasn’t ordinary. As Heaven’s favorite, her spear was forged with the intent to smite the foes of the heavens with it.

She thrust forward, and her weapon released a storm of radiant energy that pierced through Klaus’s chest — or so she thought.

Klaus’s figure dissolved into lightning.

“Behind you,” Klaus’s voice whispered.

Before she could react, a golden arrow formed inches from her heart. Meva spun her spear defensively, but the arrow still grazed her, tearing through her armor and burning her soul threads.

She staggered and coughed a mouthful of blood. Meva then glared at Klaus, whose body reformed in the air.

“You—”

Klaus appeared before her again, his expression calm but ruthless. “You relied too much on Heaven’s gifts. Let me show you what happens when your soul isn’t truly yours.”

Klaus pointed the bow up and fired an arrow into the air.

Meva, who realised she was being used as target practice, slashed her spear, raising the water in her domain.

“Soul River Explosion.”

The water surged toward Klaus.

“Weak.”

The bow in Klaus’s hand turned into a sword, and he unleashed a powerful slash, cutting the sea in half.

“If this is the best the heavens can do, then I wonder how pathetic and low they have fallen.”

A golden eye formed up in the air, locking its nefarious gaze on Meva…