The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse

Rhazor was happy that the War Couple didn’t make things hard for him.

He recognized their strength and knew he wasn’t strong enough to take them on alone. So he used Ember and Nyrela to win their favor.

Not that he was required to do so. They, after all, owed him for the part they played in the death of his Beast Legion and so many innocent people. So his request was reasonable, and luckily, they had accepted it.

But then again, Rhazor had no idea that Ember had already called and issued a very strict warning to her parents before Rhazor arrived.

She had learned from Klaus that an incarnation of his was on his way to the Ancient Battlefield. So after her marathon with Klaus and her meeting with some of Klaus’s wives, who were now her sisters, she called to tell them of what was coming.

So they were already prepared to face him. Luckily, Ember was very clear about her threat, so they had no choice but to accept what Klaus had requested.

”The details will be sent to you an hour from now,” Gpako said, leaning back in his chair. ”However, take this as a warning, for I won’t repeat myself again.”

Rhazor nodded and started to listen...

”The Ancient Battlefield is vast and dangerous. I have lived here for close to 2 million years, and I can tell you for a fact that there is nothing easy about this place. So, Paragon or not, you have to be extra careful and don’t bite off more than you can chew.

Many came, eager to leave their mark, only to be erased here, so trust me when I say the time ahead of you will be very dangerous, so dangerous, in fact, that you would wish you had never come here. You can take my word for it or not. Regardless, I am not really bothered.”

He closed his eyes, leaving Eshun, who seemed to have also accepted the fact that the Paragon they had wished to kill in the past now stood before them, but they couldn’t bring themselves to attack...

”Good luck, Paragon, because trust me, you are going to need it.”

Rhazor just smiled and nodded. ”I am not worried about myself. I am more worried about what I am going to do to the Foreign Race.”

With a smile on his face, he left the hall and returned to the reception where he was registering his group.

After he was gone, Gpako opened his eyes and turned to look at Eshun. ”Do you think his return is a good thing or the worst thing to happen to us?”

”I don’t know, but Ember seems to speak highly of him. The Paragon we knew was dangerous, but he is now terrifying. Maybe he is good news, or maybe he is the worst kind of evil we would have to be cautious of.

Regardless, he isn’t a threat to us, so we can allow him to do what he came here to do.”

”I think you are right. But we should keep tabs on him, though, just in case he decides to go overboard and threaten the safety of this outpost.”

Rhazor had no idea his presence in the outpost had already started drawing attention from both allies and enemies.

After returning to the operator, he registered his group and, upon obtaining the ID, left for the next section, where he would take the warrior bands.

They are unique bands that every warrior has. They record their kills, which are then used to earn Ancient Points and ranking tokens. These points can be exchanged for goods, and the ranking tokens are used to determine the ranking of a warrior.

After obtaining all that, Rhazor returned to his teammates and handed over their IDs and bands. Then he explained something to them while he waited for the information he had requested to be sent.

Luckily, it didn’t take long for him to receive the information, which Icon quickly processed and revealed all there was to know to him.

After about 20 minutes of back and forth, Rhazor managed to gain a fair idea of what to expect in the Ancient Battlefield.

”So I have good news and some bad news... I will start with the good news.” His pals grew alert, ready to find out what they had walked into.

”So the good news is, there are millions, perhaps billions, of targets for us to kill. In fact, we will have no shortage of enemies to kill. Aside from that, we have also been granted unlimited access to missions, meaning we can pick just about any mission.

Standing on that, you all must know that there are five different types of missions. We have white missions, which are mostly reserved for Demigods. They are simple, with most of them involving the gathering of supplies.

Then there are blue missions reserved for Gods. These ones have tiers ranging from Tier 1 to Tier 4. Tier 1 is less dangerous than a Tier 4 blue mission.

Then green missions are reserved for the Supremes. They also have four tiers, the same as blue missions. Then come red missions meant for Celestials.

That is where our interest lies now. We are here to kill Celestials, a lot of them, so Asmodeus can use them to create a legion of undead no one can oppose.

Every last one of you possesses the strength to take on a Celestial and win, so I am not worried on that front. But we also have to handle the black missions, which mostly concern Pseudo-Primordials.

Those are dangerous missions, but I trust we can handle them, and if all goes according to plan, we might even hunt down the Primordials of the Foreign Race and kill them all.

The bad news, however, has to do with the other side of the Foreign Race. They are masters of technologically advanced weaponry and inheritance.

According to the information I have, they have several doomsday weapons that can threaten any of us, so we have to be extra alert. Luckily for us, we have someone very good at sensing danger.”

Everyone turned and looked at Gorr...