The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse Chapter 1401: The Burning Angel

Nearly every person in existence has heard tales of the Burning Angel's legend, no matter their location. He enjoys immense fame, and all young warriors aspire to emulate him someday.

The incredible achievements from his history and those he keeps performing even now are utterly astonishing.

Therefore, if an individual like that chose to instantly transport a starship across countless light-years and smash it down without injuring those within, the wisest reaction would be to plead for mercy.

But what action did Klaus take?

Klaus offered the Celestial a grin, then inquired in a fairly nonchalant voice.

"Burning Angel, I suppose?"

Lord Victor and his daughter Rory turned even more ashen after catching Klaus's words. They had endured for thousands of years yet never laid eyes on a Celestial until now.

The reality that their initial encounter involved someone Klaus might anger, simply naming him made them crave an instant end.

That sensation grew stronger as Burning Angel shot Klaus a sharp glare, his fiery wings on his back and those in his gaze flaring brighter with rage.

His fury was evident from his silence and the murderous stare fixed on Klaus.

Moments later, though, the blaze in his eyes faded, and his face grew serene. The wings folded away, and his grip on Klaus loosened.

"You are not the Paragon," he stated, sounding nearly let down. Noticing this, Klaus chose not to accept the easy victory but to prod further.

"Why do you sound disappointed? Are you that eager to kill someone who is probably way weaker than even me?"

"Kill him." Burning Angel shifted his gaze sideways and peered into the vast cosmos. "I don’t want to kill the Paragon. He and I go way back; you can even consider us friends. So no, I don’t want to kill him, I want to fight him."

"Oh, somehow I find that hard to believe. But let’s assume I believe you, aren’t you afraid the Heavenly Court will come after you? I am from the Zorvian family, so I know quite a lot about the Paragon. The Heavenly Court and he are natural-born enemies, so they will be pissed if you were to meet him and not kill him."

At his statement, Burning Angel let out a laugh. "Afraid of whom? Don’t make me laugh, kid. I have been alive long enough to know who to trust."

He stopped briefly and fixed a stern gaze on Lord Victor and Rory before going on, "I can tell your heart as a warrior is true, so I won’t kill you. However, for disrespecting my Warrior Tower and making us look like a joke, I will punish you."

From his space ring, he pulled out an object and hurled it toward Klaus. As Klaus grabbed it, a mighty impact struck his frame, hurling him backward to crash into the earth thousands of miles distant.

"That is the Seven Dominion Eye Art. You ask if I am not worried the Heavenly Court will come after me for saying I won’t kill the Paragon.

The answer is yes. They are as evil as the demons, and that became plain to me years ago. Or do you think I just woke up and created the Warrior Tower?

Away from that. For your punishment, you have seven days to comprehend the first level of the Seven Dominion Eye Art. If you can’t decide by the end of the seven days, I will kill one of these two. Afterwards, you will have a month to comprehend two levels, or else the last will die.

You, I can’t kill because even now, I can sense powerful people looking for you. But they have nobody looking for them. Call it a punishment for thinking you can get away with everything."

Klaus pushed himself up from the dirt, with some bones fractured. Glancing back, he noted that Lord Victor and Rory had paled further.

Evidently, serving as possible leverage in harm displeased them greatly. But rather than scowling, Klaus grinned and calmed them, "Relax, I have never lost a bet in my life, so I am not about to lose one now."

Rising to his feet, he brushed off the dust before soaring upward once more.

"Seven days, you say. What if I can do it in a day?"

Burning Angel displayed no outward response, though he appeared curious about Klaus's claim.

"If you can do it in a day, I will owe you three favors."

"Just three? Sounds like you want to cheat me."

"What do you mean?" Burning Angel furrowed his brow.

Klaus, on the other hand, smirked. "There are seven days in a week. So if I were to use one day to understand your technique, shouldn’t that be six favors instead of three?"

"That..."

Lord Victor and Rory exchanged glances. Klaus’s boldness in his statement made them regret ever crossing paths with him.

Still, observing Burning Angel's wary stare at Klaus, they silently cheered the young man on.

No one would credit their tale if they claimed Klaus, far from meekly agreeing, dared to haggle with a Celestial capable of ending him with a glance.

Klaus possesses a boldness rare among those his age, even facing true immortals.

"Sure. You have a day to comprehend the first level of the Seven Dominion Eye Art. Failure to do so will result in the death of the young lady. Your time starts now."

Klaus acknowledged with a nod, then faced Lord Victor and Rory. "Neither of you has the Flame Element, so this place won’t benefit you. However, you can use the flame essence to temper your Immortal Rings."

With those words spoken, he soared 2 km eastward and settled on a rock.

Distant on Planet Virel, his alternate form sat in lotus position, surrounded by his four flame spirits in humanoid shapes.

Their Flame Seals glowed on their foreheads. Evidently, right beneath a Celestial's watch, Klaus seized the opportunity to bolster his Flame Element.

From the evident expansion of Qilin, Nirvana, Void, and Fury, it was obvious he gained far more advantages than anticipated.

Meanwhile, on Burning Angel’s world, he levitated the token holding the technique in front of him.

Nearby, Lord Victor and Rory kept eyeing him oddly. Though he explained how the airborne flame essence could aid them, the threat that his shortfall meant their demise blocked their focus for cultivation just then.

Separated from them, Burning Angel remained with eyes fixed on Klaus. In his grasp lay an artifact that, examined closely, resembled the token Lord Victor had employed to reveal Klaus’s true nature.

"You clearly are him, but why can’t I sense you are him?" His face grew stern. Yet, as Klaus immersed himself in the technique, he eased up and observed.

Success in grasping the technique would validate his doubts. For the moment, waiting was his only option.