The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse

The moment the words left Klaus’s mouth, the void itself seemed to recoil.

Klaus is already aware that, despite half of Skyfire’s body now burned beyond recognition, the moment he activated his immortal ring, he had become a threat to him.

Although the boost he got was only 15%, that was more than enough to make a handicap like him threaten a mortal like Klaus.

Klaus knew that, and he isn’t about to joke around.

So he had to get ahead of him, and thankfully, he had the best thing to use. Bloodwork needed a True Immortal’s blood now more than ever. He had just woken up and must feed to unlock some of its seal abilities.

The more he kills, the stronger it grows.

The best part was that its growth was indefinite. The more Klaus slays immortals, the stronger it becomes, until it becomes a weapon to be feared by even supremes like during his 7th incarnation.

And if that wasn’t the best part, since nobody knew a paragon had once used it, Klaus knew that until he awakens Bloodwork’s innate weapon spirit, they were going to have so much fun killing people.

So he went for a powerful strike, and the results spoke for themselves.

The scythe came down in a single, merciless arc.

There was no flash, no deafening explosion—only a thin, blood-red line slicing through space. Klaus harnessed the little blood stored inside Bloodwork and mixed it with his sword qi.

Maybe he added a little Void Law to spice things up.

It carved forward silently, having no resistance whatsoever as it moved. Wherever it passed, space split open as though reality itself had been wounded.

Skyfire’s eyes widened.

The attack coming had death written all over it. This prompted him to retaliate and hopefully defend against it.

He swung his sword with everything he had, sword aura roaring like a cornered lion as he met the attack head-on.

The pillar of light, filled with immersed sword energy, collided with the blood-red slash with the intent of blocking it. However, the result wasn’t what Skyfire was prepared for.

Instead of destroying the blood arc, his sword arc was rather erased.

The sword aura collapsed instantly, devoured as if it had never existed. The blood-red line continued forward without slowing down even by a microsecond.

With no resistance whatsoever, it cleaved through Skyfire’s immortal body. He was both petrified and weakened, so he could dodge.

For a heartbeat, nothing happened.

Skyfire just stood there, frozen, disbelief etched onto his face. It was like he felt threatened, but now that the threat had passed, he could only let the shock wash over him.

However, that wasn’t the case at all. The might Skyfire had already died, his immortal soul sliced in half.

A thin red line appeared across his neck a couple of seconds later.

CRACK.

His head slid cleanly from his shoulders.

Blood did not spray outward. Instead, it was violently dragged toward Klaus, pulled by Bloodwork’s insatiable hunger.

Skyfire’s body convulsed once before collapsing, his immortal ring shattering into fragments of red light and disappearing into the abyss.

Since this is space, his body and severed head remain floating.

The void trembled as the attack from Bloodwork suddenly came to a stop. Killing Skyfire wasn’t enough; it even had more power to shatter the void.

Bloodwork hummed softly, its blade glowing brighter as fresh power surged through it. Klaus exhaled slowly, feeling the strength settle into his body like a familiar weight.

”You couldn’t have awakened at any better time than now, buddy.” Klaus smiled, brushing his hand against the extremely sharp blade of the scythe.

Far away, the remaining Skyfire mercenaries were already screaming. Unlike their leader, who managed to stand his ground for a few seconds, they were too injured to do anything.

Only escape appeared in their minds. However, they had no idea a deadly killer had been sent after them.

From the void, Seraya emerges with deadly intent.

She tore through one Real Immortal, cleaving him in half before he could even activate his defenses. Another tried to flee, only for the void beneath him to fold inward, blocking him from taking a step.

What followed was complete annihilation.

Klaus reappeared beside the last mercenary, but before he could make any move, Seraya appeared and attacked, making sure he didn’t even see who killed him.

Klaus merely raised Bloodwork forward, allowing it to devour their blood.

”Good job, Seraya, but be ready; three more are coming, and there won’t be the element of surprise this time.” The [Grim Void Blade] trembled and then flashed into the void.

Klaus looked at his spaceship and then turned to look to his right.

Icon had already informed him that the next team was en route to his location, so Klaus chose to wait for them. The stronger he made his weapon, the better for what would come later.

As expected, ten seconds after the last Skyfire Mercenary was killed, a much smaller B-class spaceship arrived on the scene, three Real Immortals jumping out instantly.

One wielded a bow, the other two spears.

[They called themselves the Triplets. From what I can find on them, the strongest is the one wielding the bow. However, they aren’t on the same level as Niva or Raxxion, so you can handle them.]

’I like the confidence, Icon.’ Klaus smiled and moved Bloodwork, resting it on his right shoulder.

”A mere Empyrean dares face us,” the bow wielder who goes by Lewin said, his expression filled with disdain.

”No long talk, let’s just kill this sucker and get the girl.” Mig, one of the spearmen with rather cute red hair, said.

Leu nodded and spun his spear. ”Let’s do that.”

Klaus chuckled and pointed Bloodwork at Skyfire’s headless body and muttered coldly, ”Are you three blind or just overconfident? Can’t you see I’ve just killed a True Immortal?”

They blinked a few times and then turned toward Skyfire’s drained body. But that distraction was what Klaus aimed for.

’Seraya, get the bowman.’

The void trembled, and Seraya flashed out, aimed directly at Lewin. He reacted quickly, blocking the blade with his bow. However, the impact shook him, and the recoil pushed him back.

The moment he separated from his teammates, Klaus made his move.

”Blood Killing Vortex.”

Klaus teleported and appeared fifty meters from Mig and Leu. Then, with one powerful attack, he took a spinning slash, instantly manifesting a hollow vortex filled with so much killing intent.

It opened one hundred meters wide but had a hollow interior, allowing Klaus and the two spearmen to gaze at each other. However, being surrounded by a killing vortex didn’t make them feel relaxed.

If anything, they felt like death was looking at them. To make matters worse, Klaus’s next words and the action he took afterwards caused them to break out in a sweat.

”Death looks at you two and smiles happily.” Klaus grinned and jumped into the vortex, vanishing from sight.

”Where did he go?” Leu asked, but before Mig could give him an answer, something incredibly impossible appeared.

From all sides of the vortex, thousands of red blood arcs appeared, humming with so much killing intent.