The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse

The moment Klaus moved, eleven Death Stage warriors and twenty-two Life Stage warriors also moved. Not all six hundred and sixty-one of them inside the dome could have a go at him at the same time.

While the thirty-three moved to have a go at him, the rest were on standby, ready to jump in and take him off guard.

So they moved, and Klaus, who now had ten more copies of himself, smiled.

“Illusion world.” He activated the illusion, and in an instant, the entire dome was affected.

The thirty-three warriors coming at him halted when they sensed their surroundings had changed. Some found themselves falling down a cliff with no strength in them, while others started to drown.

Klaus knew he had to play smart, or else he would be overwhelmed.

So while the illusion manifested, he unleashed his poison, creating a vortex of poison inside the dome.

“POISON!”

One of the Death Stage warriors who managed to resist the illusion snapped out the rest of the illusion.

“Too late.”

Klaus arrived before Meva, whom he had marked for death a few minutes ago. His sword stabbed through her chest, ending her.

However, instead of throwing away her body, Klaus hurled it out of the dome. When it landed on the ground, she was absorbed into the soil. Then, in her place, a rune rose from the ground and merged with the dome, further strengthening it.

On the other side, a clone of Klaus clashed with a Death Stage warrior and two Life Stage warriors.

On the other side, the other clones attacked.

Klaus was controlling each clone with three minds—one mind for the attacks, one for anticipating their moves, and the last for creating all kinds of kill moves to use.

WHOOSH!

An arrow suddenly moved past Klaus’s head, causing him to turn to a Death Stage warrior clad in blue armor. His bow is eerie, appearing to be made from bone, and the arrow he fired was also crafted from bone.

The feeling of death could be felt from him as he locked gazes with Klaus.

“Surround him. That is his true body,” one of the masked figures said, alerting three more Death Stage warriors to surround Klaus.

This led to him being surrounded by four Death Stage and six Life Stage warriors, each a danger.

The first to move was the Death Stage warrior with the bone bow. He is someone who uses the energy of death, so he knew a dangerous person when he saw one.

Klaus was a danger, and so he aimed to kill him fast.

His fingers drew back, and a spectral skull appeared over his head. The air around him grew heavy, crashing down on Klaus. However, he remained unfazed, his hivemind already calculating the best moves to make.

The bowstring thrummed, releasing a volley of bone arrows faster than sound. Each arrow carried a fragment of death law, capable of piercing through anything living.

’Do it in moderation, Klaus… you still have a tribulation to fight,’ Klaus said to himself. He smiled and then moved, his speed blinding.

The arrows passed through where he stood, hitting only afterimages. He was using Phantom Steps to amplify his movements, allowing him to move very fast.

He reappeared behind one of the Life Stage warriors, his blade already descending.

Clang!

A spear blocked his strike, sparks flying.

The Life Stage warrior snarled, countering with a twisting sweep aimed at Klaus’s chest. But before the spear could connect, a tattoo on Klaus’s arm shone, and a wraith wolf lunged at him.

“Aaaarrgghhhh”

The Life Stage warrior screamed, but the wolf bit into his shoulder before exploding into a mist.

Klaus moved back, distancing…

“Sneaky bastard,” one of the Death Stage warriors roared, stomping the ground. Crimson energy erupted from his feet, forming a chain of molten lava that shot toward Klaus.

Klaus raised his hand. “Venom Veil.”

A green wall of poison surged up, consuming the lava chain mid-air.

Klaus dodged to his left, then, with a wide swing, his sword met a spear. Then he kicked forward, attempting to shatter the armor of the Life Stage warrior, whose left arm started turning to ice.

However, a chain burst out of the ground and latched onto Klaus’s leg. Klaus stomped hard on the ground, causing the 30-meter radius to freeze and shatter.

The chain bound to his leg also shattered.

Just when he was free, another chain of molten lava appeared overhead.

Yet again, Klaus slashed his sword, and the Venom Veil surged, consuming the chain.

The sizzling sound filled the dome as toxic fumes spread outward, forcing the Life Stage warriors to retreat. The Death Stage ones, however, didn’t move.

But Klaus didn’t stop there. He spun his sword in a slow circle, and the poison mist thickened until it became a violent storm.

“The storm is poisonous — destroy it at once,” one of the masked figures shouted, and a Death Stage archer moved, shooting an arrow into the poison storm.

However, he was a tad too late.

Before his arrow entered the storm, a tattoo on Klaus’s arm activated, sending a colossal peacock into the poison storm.

In an instant, the storm turned icy, freezing the entire dome solid.

“Hyno-Shards”

The storm halted for a second. Then it moved again, only this time, it started raining down ice shards, made from poison and Hypnotic Ice.

The warriors caught within this rain created a defense to block them. However, after the first few shards landed on their defense, a frown appeared on their faces.

The attacks, while violent, posed no threat to them at all. If anything, aside from a few scratches, not even the poison could harm them.

“What is this?” a Life Stage warrior asked, but Klaus didn’t answer. His sword moved and cut through an arrow before he used Void Step to move, appearing behind the Life Stage warrior whose left arm was almost frozen solid.

Klaus’s leg moved, and the metallic boot he was wearing transformed, creating a pointed dagger at the tip of the boot.

The spear-wielding Death Stage warrior moved again to intercept, but an ice shard erupted from the ground and shot at him.

This held him back from doing anything. So Klaus’s foot landed on the poor guy’s forehead, his brain pierced by the dagger, which was coated with a potent amount of poison.

The first opponent, excluding Meva, fell… but Klaus was merely starting…

His hivemind was not only for thinking. Now that he was facing multiple opponents, his mind began to create a battle plan. Once complete, it would not only make him immune to all their attacks but also provide a solid roadmap to kill them.

’It is all about the long-term goal… I just have to endure for now.’ Klaus moved in an irregular pattern and started defending and countering all attacks thrown at him.

“My King, we should think of a way to restrict his movement. That is the only way we can kill him.”

King Archon nodded, also noticing the strange way Klaus was moving. He didn’t move the same way twice.

Generally, most warriors have a special pattern they move in during combat. Once these patterns are mapped out, they become vulnerable.

However, Klaus didn’t have a pattern. After all, someone fighting with 250 minds is no simple warrior…

His movements are strange and the mask figures noticed it.

“CHARGE THE WEAPONS”