The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse

Chapter 1654: Hunter and the Hunted (1)

Just until a couple of weeks ago, Klaus was the Renegade Hunter to everyone. Back then, Lord Mordrika had threatened him, so to make sure everyone knew he and the paragon could be friends, he asked him to help him kill the demon lord.

It was an act back then, but he indeed wanted the demon lord dead, not because he truly desired it, but because it was a message to all Demon Lords and Demon Kings that when it comes to the Paragon, nobody is safe.

He wanted them to understand that he could and would kill any of them with a mere flick of his finger.

So he assigned the Mad Hunter, his father, who was now a Supreme, to get it done. Aside from that, Hunter arrived with his five Blood Guards, who happened to be Klaus’s uncles and were now also Supremes.

However, he never expected Aoi to appear, and a few seconds later, Lady Elysia also arrived.

“Well, I suppose the more the merrier,” Hunter grinned, then he turned toward the thousands of Ice Demons blocking their path.

His words spread across space, reaching the planet’s surface:

“Here is the thing you all, Lord Mordrika will die today, and that is set in stone. Nobody, not even the Demon Emperor, can save him. So it would be in your best interest to step aside and live. Trust me, I would love nothing more than to kill all of you, so make the right decision.”

One of the Ice Demons pointed his weapon at Hunter and shouted:

“Hunter, bastard, aren’t you afraid of dragging the Blood Demon Race down with you? Or do you think the Demon Court won’t dare attack and wipe them off the face of the universe?”

“Hahahahaha…” Hunter exploded in resounding laughter. “You are a funny demon. But since you ask, here is my answer. First of all, I am no longer a member of the Blood Demon Race. They aren’t good enough to have me as their prince anyway.” Somewhere far away, King Alastor cursed Hunter for looking down on his people.

“Secondly, what makes you think the Demon Court has what it takes to wipe out the Blood Demon Race? Or are you forgetting who I am?” He flicked his crimson hair to the side and puffed out his chest…

“I am the Mad Hunter, Father of the Paragon.” His words sent chills down the spines of every Ice Demon facing them.

“This means even if I don’t want to protect the Blood Demons, let me tell you, my son is someone who takes family seriously, so do you think he would let his own grandparents perish?”

His words seemed to settle in the minds of the demons. But Hunter, being Hunter, had to anger the entire Demon Court, so he added, “If before becoming a demigod, he was able to bring the Celestial Supreme to his knees, how much effort do you think it would take to wipe out the entire Demon Court?”

He smirked and raised his pinky. “Not much, I digress. That said, enough talk. Are you losers going to retreat, or should I send you on your way?”

“Screw you, Hunter. You will die here today.”

Weapons locked onto Hunter and his allies, and before they could move, beams from very lethal weapons came from the planet, hoping to wipe the eight of them off the face of the universe in one go.

However, just before the beams could land on them, Uncle Mark moved, and, to everyone’s shock and amazement, towering shields that seemed impervious to anything appeared and blocked the beams.

BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM…

Thousands of beams landed on the shields, but aside from a few dents and smoke marks, not even cracks had appeared in them.

When the bombardment settled, and the shields were revealed, despair spread across the Ice Demon army. However, they had no time to retreat since the very second Hunter’s side made their move.

The shields came down, and Aoi moved forward with her eyes closed. Her sword was still strapped behind her, and one hand was tucked behind her.

Suddenly, she snapped her eyes open. Then, using just her index and middle fingers, she made a sweeping cut, and at once, a thin line of Sword Intent flashed out and moved toward the Ice Demons.

Under everyone’s stunned gaze, the Ice Demons in the path of the sword arc were cut in half, dying before they could wonder just what had happened.

But the sword arc didn’t stop. It moved toward the planet and landed on the shield, destroying it in one go.

All over the universe, swordsmen who had just witnessed Aoi’s sword attack widened their eyes. In fact, even Hunter and Lady Elysia seemed taken aback by how disciplined yet lethal that attack was.

However, they didn’t dwell on it; instead, they made their own moves.

Hunter pointed forward, and hundreds of thousands of swords appeared, each oozing the power of Supremes, while close to 10,000 carried the aura of Celestials.

“Decimate them, guys.”

The swords hummed as if telling him to relax, that they got this. They moved, and space was soon filled with blood.

Lady Elysia moved through space like she owned gravity. In no time, she was within the ranks of the Ice Demons and began cutting them down.

Already, so much death had occurred on the battlefield, and as the Angel of Death, she was being powered up. However, with her Domain of Death now activated, even if the Ice Demons gave it their best, unless she chose to, they wouldn’t be able to get close to her.

The closer you get, the closer you get to death. She may not be the Heir of Death, but her authority over death is on another level entirely now.

She moved from one demon to the next, her silver hair billowing behind her.

Aoi still had her sword strapped to her back, but with a mere swing of her fingers, deadly sword arcs kept decimating the ranks of the demons.

Uncle Mark stood on the edge of his shield, arms crossed, ready for whenever another beam came. His job was to render all attacks from any tech-based weapon null and void.

He had done that, and now he was waiting for more so he could prove his worth.

Meanwhile, Uncle Ziggy had already killed over a thousand Ice Demons, his revolvers spinning and unleashing barrage after barrage of bullets, each finding its mark.

His display made many gunslingers smile.

Uncle Xian had already hacked down so many Ice Demons with his axe that the blade had become soaked in blood.

Uncle James and his boomerangs were also doing wonders.

As for Uncle Jojo, he moved like a drunkard, smashing heads in with his gauntlets. Unlike the rest of his pals, who seemed to have complete clarity as they fought, his battlefield felt like a drunken haze, affecting everyone’s movements, or atleast that is how it seemed.

However, while he looked sluggish, not even arrows fired by the Ice Demons seemed to get close to him. He was always a step ahead, every drunken movement serving a purpose.

He was simply too amazing to watch, and he had already become the hot topic on everyone’s lips throughout both the universe and Dark Space.

In no time, the demons started to retreat from the face of the planet.

Seeing this, Hunter turned to Uncle Mark. “Take us to the surface, Mark. Time to end this and get out of here.”

Uncle Mark moved, and twenty-five layered shields formed before him. Then, like a mountain, he advanced, sending the shields crashing toward the planet.

Bombardments soon came from the planet, but against these shields, they might as well have been trying to tickle him to death.