The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse Chapter 1414: Fire Vs Shadow (2)

Nirvana extended her enormous wings broadly while floating over the chaotic battlefield, her form completely composed of intense orange fire.

Klaus intended to rely solely on Fury this time; yet, during the journey, a sudden notion entered his thoughts.

Imagine if he granted his immortal ring to one of his flame spirits?

The idea seemed rather whimsical at first; still, once he seized the advantage, he chose to implement it. This approach would also reveal more of his capabilities. Thus, he called forth Nirvana through the immortal ring.

Observing her suspended in the sky resembling a genuine dragon rather than a mere flame spirit, he felt utmost satisfaction.

Shadow Reaper hacked up blood forcefully, dark liquid spraying across the burned earth. The fissure in his soul expanded further due to the joint assault from the Soul Fury Flame and the Chaotic Nirvana Flame.

His immortal rings whirled wildly around his frame, attempting to steady his state, yet the fires were no longer simply scorching his flesh—they were ripping apart his core.

The Chaotic Nirvana Flames consume essence and moreover enhance the surrounding flames. Therefore, with it engaged, the soul-fury flame inside his soul grew even stronger.

Klaus realized victory was already his, but he aimed to deliver an intensely agonizing warning to all, so he sheathed his sword and conjured four spears, commanding them to rush toward Shadow Reaper.

Prior to him gathering the resolve to fight back, Klaus flicked his finger, and the flames within his soul surged, leading to his total collapse.

The spears pierced right through his arms and legs.

Next, with a simple motion, he was hoisted upward, his limbs stretched out wide. Every bit of opposition was stripped away from him.

Klaus soared into the sky and settled upon Nirvana’s head.

The image of Shadow Reaper dangling in mid-air caused numerous onlookers to blanch in terror. In their thoughts, realizing that not even five minutes had elapsed and Klaus was clearly heading for triumph, left them utterly stunned.

Such an outcome simply couldn’t be feasible.

However, they remained unaware that in a distant location, his wives sensed he was employing the Paragon Mark to boost his power for the very first time.

No unease troubled them, but they detected its activation.

This implied that whereas previously he might have faced some difficulty against a foe like Shadow Reaper, now, with his power multiplied by 27, he could freely wield all four flames.

Prior to ending his life, Klaus initially glanced toward the spectators.

"I know some of you crave that 10 billion bounty so desperately that you believe I’ll weaken post-battle, allowing you to strike me." Klaus smirked while gesturing to his left, where a tiny dark flame flickered unnoticed by all.

In an instant, it burst into flames, revealing a figure perched on a fiery black throne. Upon identifying the individual, the crowd collectively inhaled sharply.

Klaus grinned as he rose to his feet. "From the beginning until now, I’ve only deployed a clone. This ought to warn you that if you pursue me, ensure you target the real body, for from this moment, I can accomplish whatever I desire as long as flame essence is available."

He resumed his seat, and the throne melted away alongside his form.

"Make certain you eliminate me, for a single failure spells your doom, and though your demise would please me, I’ll pursue everyone you cherish and ensure their ends are agonizing. Exactly as this fool intended."

Nirvana bellowed fiercely and parted her jaws, unleashing a horrifying blast of flame that engulfed Shadow Reaper entirely.

She roasted him until he was thoroughly incinerated and finally reduced to a heap of blackened bones that crumbled upon hitting the soil.

Nirvana merged back into his body, as did the white flame. Following that, he gestured, and the twin daggers once held by Shadow Reaper disappeared from the earth and materialized in his grasp.

"Fine daggers." He examined them briefly for a few moments before storing them. Then he faced the primary camera.

"You’d do well to award me the title, since at this pace, I’ll die of boredom." With those words, he departed without glancing behind.

On this occasion, no one raised a cheer.

The astonishment gripping them led all to question if Klaus truly was an Early Immortal or merely masquerading as one.

An Early Immortal shouldn’t possess such overwhelming might. It defied all logic.

Yet, as they observed his exit and the remnants of ash he abandoned, they recognized that even if disguised, his effortless slaying of a True Immortal merited respect.

Upon reaching the waiting area, a heavy breath slipped from his mouth.

[Well executed, Master. Based on your display, it’s likely only the elite will challenge you tonight.]

Icon declared, somewhat delighted by the result.

Upon the bounty’s announcement, Klaus spotted a chance to gather weapon spirits. Nevertheless, he refused to endanger himself by confronting random foes.

He sought only the cream of the crop to approach. In this manner, he’d acquire not just superior weapon spirits but also plunder their possessions.

The elite without question carried vast wealth, allowing him greater gains from them. Hence, he utilized the recent fight to proclaim his monstrous nature.

’We simply need to observe. I’ve already dispatched the alternate me, so before long, this world will grasp the true consequences of provoking a Paragon.’

[I’ve also prepared a solid backstory for the Paragon form. Thus, when he eliminates Lord Varkos, ties to the Paragon will gradually form.

It’ll deliver a severe setback to Supreme Elder Juo upon realizing his long-held misconceptions about you.]

’Fingers crossed for the optimal outcome.’

With that stated, Klaus eased into his seat as the remaining fights continued. Although his duel concluded in under five minutes, others dragged on for hours.

Not all possess his monstrous prowess, so they proceeded cautiously to finish their confrontations. Ultimately, merely 15 of the 32 matches wrapped up before nightfall.

This time around, Klaus didn’t slip out stealthily as previously. He strolled forth boldly as if the venue belonged to him. Precisely then, he detected more than a dozen gazes fixed on him from afar.

’Fools, they refuse to heed the warning.’

He acted oblivious to their presence and pressed on to his lodging. Naturally, he had orchestrated their demise in advance, so the greater their numbers, the preferable.

Following a brief 20-minute trek, he reached the hotel and stepped into his suite.

Only moments passed before the initial group of assassins showed up. Yet today, Klaus had no intention of venturing outside.

Positioned 20 km away from the hotel stood his secondary form, dressed in ebony armor. He perched on a rooftop, a sly grin curving his lips.

"Occasionally, dispatching them solo falls short. I must dispatch yet another terrifying warning, one that will rattle every soul by dawn."

He exhaled deeply and leaped from the structure, touching down lightly on the pavement. Moments later, he faded into the shadows.