The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse

Chapter 1580: Forbidden Lava Dragon

The Lava Wyvern had no reason to reject Rhazor’s offer. She needed help, and there was only one person in all of existence who could help someone like her.

The Forbidden Race was forbidden in this universe, so unless there was another Forbidden who didn’t live by the rules, then helping her was out of the question.

But Rhazor didn’t care about the rules, and he could make others not care about them, at least to some extent.

So, knowing the kind of people the Forbidden Race were and the kind of power they wielded, he chose to help her.

If, after losing her bloodline, innate talent, and all kinds of things, she was still able to hold him back for that long, then making her a subordinate was only right.

Later, when and if he got the chance to go back to the Forbidden Universe, or at least to the chunks that remained of the once-powerful universe, having her by his side would ease the hearts of the forbidden beasts.

So, with two weeks and four days before the formation opened, Rhazor gave her his blood and started to wait. It wouldn’t take too much time, since after Icon’s upgrade, she had fixed all the flaws in his bloodline and empowered it.

Aside from merely upgrading his Beast Legion using Atomic’s help, he was also elevating their bloodlines to the Supreme stage for now.

Once he became a Demigod or God, he could make all their bloodlines Celestial-grade and finally fulfil the promise he had made to them.

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[Three Days Later]

Three days later, the River of Lava churned and started to boil. Rhazor, standing atop a mountain twenty kilometres away, looked toward where the lava was starting to boil and smiled.

“It is happening,” he muttered.

Three days ago, before giving his blood to the Lava Wyvern, they had a short yet informative conversation…

“What is your name, lady?” Rhazor asked, his gaze scanning the scaly body of the Lava Wyvern in her demi-human form.

“In the Forbidden Universe, I was called Amaru, but that was such a long time ago. You can still call me the same if you don’t mind,” she answered, and Rhazor nodded.

“Amaru, such a nice name,” he smiled, and Amaru just stared at him. Emotions were things most Forbidden beings found hard to express, so it wasn’t surprising to see her stare at him like a doll.

“Before I proceed, what can you tell me about your bloodline and other aspects? I mean the you before the Heavenly Dao’s suppression.”

“My bloodline as a Lava Dragon allows me to harness the power of true lava. I wielded the Deadly Lava Flame, ranked 145th on the Forbidden Flame Chart. I had three innate abilities and five bloodline abilities.

“If I were in my true form when we fought, you wouldn’t have had it easy at all. In my true form, even at the God King stage, I would have been able to fight Universal Gods and survive against a Supreme if I gave it my all.

Also, unless someone wielded a flame or other elements that surpassed mine, then defeating me would be basically impossible.

“Lastly, I was a Celestial, inching close to the Halfway Primordial stage.”

Rhazor furrowed his brow and asked, “Are there Pseudo-Primordials in the Forbidden Universe?” Since she knew about the realm above the Celestial stage, he had to ask.

To his shock, Amaru nodded.

“There is at least one hundred Pseudo-Primordials in the Forbidden Universe. However, there are also seven Primordials, two of whom are from the Curse Forbidden Clan. I don’t know if you are aware of them.”

“I am,” Rhazor replied, but he was visibly shaken by the news.

His mind tried to make sense of this revelation, but even he couldn’t. It wasn’t because he lacked insight into what he had just heard; it was more that he hadn’t expected there to be that many Primordials in a destroyed universe.

Amaru read his expression and explained further, “I don’t know how one becomes a Primordial, but from what I heard, the moment Primordials start to appear, it means the Great Catastrophe has arrived.

“Our race was destroyed before that could happen. But that doesn’t mean our destruction is over. The universe will have to reset, and so it is making way for people capable of changing its fate.”

Rhazor became excited learning something new.

He asked, “So you are saying Primordials are beings the universe wants to place its fate in their hands during the Great Catastrophe.”

“Yes. And from what my friend said, the more of them that appear, the weaker the universe becomes.”

Rhazor nodded and took a moment to process this new piece of information. He wondered how many Primordials the universe had produced so far.

Suddenly, it struck him that there was still so much he had to learn, and the only way to do that was to become stronger and venture into the universes beyond.

Clearly, this universe alone was merely a small pond, and he was far too large a fish to remain swimming within it forever.

“Thank you very much, Amaru, for revealing this information to me. When we are done here, I would like to know more, and if possible, we will soon travel to the Forbidden Universe so I can help your people and learn more.”

Rhazor gave her his blood, and three days later, the heavens had lost their hold over her.

The Lava Pool surged violently, and suddenly, a deafening roar erupted from deep underground.

ROARRRRRRR!

The entire lava pool burst apart as a colossal dragon exploded out from beneath it, her enormous wings spread wide and dripping molten lava.

She soared into the air and began circling overhead, releasing waves of lava that rained back toward the ground below.

By sheer size alone, she measured over five hundred meters from the tip of her snout to the end of her scaly tail.

Each wing stretched nearly two hundred meters wide, its structure appearing more metallic than flesh and bone.

Her body was covered in dark crimson and black scales that gleamed beneath the volcanic region’s fiery light. Two massive black horns curved from her forehead, giving her an even more imposing appearance.

As she moved through the sky, Rhazor could feel a terrifying pressure pressing down upon him, one so powerful that he knew if he were to fight her now, he would be forced to reveal far more of his strength than he had during his battle against the Lava Wyvern.

Thankfully, he could feel the connection between them, so he had nothing to worry about.

After circling the region for a while, Amaru descended and landed, then transformed back into her demi-human form.

This time, although her skin remained red, the colour had become noticeably lighter and more vibrant.

The scales no longer covered large portions of her body and could only be found around her neck, elbows, parts of her forehead, and, if she were naked, the lower part of her back.

Her wings had disappeared as well, though Rhazor could tell she could summon them at will.

As for her attire, she wore futuristic red-and-black armour crafted from a blend of metal and leather. A three-meter-long glaive with a jagged double-edged black blade floated beside her as though it possessed a will of its own.

Her crimson-red hair had been tied neatly behind her back, and a flame-shaped tattoo could now be seen on her forehead.

When her deep-red eyes settled upon Rhazor, he felt as though a terrifying predator had fixed its gaze upon its prey.

‘Not a complete transformation, but this will do for now,’ Rhazor thought with a smile before gesturing for Amaru to come closer.

As she moved, every step left molten lava marks upon the ground.

“How do you feel?”

Amaru examined her body for several more seconds before answering honestly.

“Better than I ever imagined.”

She then dropped to one knee and bowed deeply.

“Thank you, Lord Paragon. I will repay your kindness in whichever way you desire.”

Rhazor smiled.

“We can start that repayment by stealing a Flame Dao Crystal right from under the noses of some very powerful people.”