The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse Chapter 1450 1450: Absorbing Goddess NIvara's Blood Essence

A grin spread across his face once more upon learning his two new bodies were prepared.

Forming a hand seal, he summoned three additional bodies from thin air, positioning them in a triangular formation behind himself.

Each of the four bodies bore unique appearances; nevertheless, Klaus ensured that everyone nearby viewed them as identical to him. Simply put, their faces varied, yet in the perception of his wives and others, all appeared as Klaus.

The sole distinction among them lay in their hair colors.

"These are all my bodies, Grandma, so don't be too surprised," Klaus chuckled, noticing his grandma gawking at the four bodies in shock.

"I guess I am just stunned, considering all four of them are immortals. It makes me wonder just how you can control all four of them at the same time,"

Klaus chuckled. "I don't control them, Grandma. They are me, so just like how I am talking to you now, they can do the same without me having to give them the command to speak. They can cultivate and level up without me benefiting from it if I don't want to.

Basically, even if this body is stuck somewhere for a million years, they wouldn't be affected because, in reality, all four of them are me, and I am them."

Goddess Nivara creased her forehead, remaining in awe.

"I am just a slightly better version of myself," the criminal body declared, prompting Klaus and the rest to scoff. As they all mirrored the gesture, those present grinned, with some shaking their heads.

"Uhm, can we get started already?" the paragon body inquired, adopting a lazy look on his face.

In response, one of the fresh bodies—the one Klaus intended for the Void World—asked, "Were you asleep all this while?"

Indeed, he had been slumbering when Klaus summoned him.

Whenever new bodies were created, traits from his past lives transferred to them. The criminal body carried a fiery temper from his initial incarnation.

The paragon body exhibited laziness from his sixth incarnation. Now, the Void Body embodied perfectionism, a trait unique to Kaden, who deemed himself superior to all.

Regarding the Earth Body (destined for Earth to train in the Inheritance Tower), Klaus eyed the rogue sharply and detected his gaze lingering on Queen Leah and Lista.

'This bastard.'

Scratching his chin, Klaus faced his grandma again. "Sorry about that. You can say I am a lot,"

"I have no doubt about that," she chuckled.

Klaus chuckled too and issued a final directive to his four bodies. "Priority goes to Mr. Criminal. If there is a chance, he must first become an Immortal Emperor. Then Mr. Paragon will take over. Afterward, Mr. Void will go before Mr. Earth.

I will be the last to go since, among us all, I am the strongest."

All four bodies smirked silently. They yearned to thrash him someday, but for now, he could boast freely.

"Okay, Grandma, you will feel a tingling sensation when I start. Just let it happen. When I am done extracting your blood essence, you will feel your strength drain; don't resist that too."

She nodded. "I am ready, Klaus. Go ahead."

Smiling, Klaus formed a hand seal. Manifesting a formation at his fingertips, he directed it toward his grandma's forehead, where it fused seamlessly.

Instantly, a pentagon-shaped formation materialized, situating each body at a circular node. Simultaneously forming identical hand seals, pillars of white light erupted from the bodies, parting the shattered clouds.

King Alric swept his hand, erecting a dome over the planet. Yet he stayed vigilant, readying a formation for any emergency.

Aware that Klaus's actions defied every heavenly law, he anticipated the heavens' detection—and given their enmity with the paragon, pursuit was certain.

Thus, he stood prepared, as did all onlookers.

A few minutes after the formation integrated with his grandma's forehead, a black, bead-like blood essence surfaced from it, unleashing a potent energy surge.

Klaus executed another hand seal, aiming it at his own forehead this time.

BOOOM

When the blood essence absorbed into him, a mighty aura burst from his form. Swiftly forming yet another seal, his other bodies underwent the identical surge.

Shortly after, he felt their cultivations surging. The Criminal body ascended rapidly—from Low-level Real Immortal to Medium-level in under a minute.

Meanwhile, Goddess Nivara's cultivation plummeted. From God stage to Demigod, she tumbled swiftly through the Immortal stages.

Far distant, the Demon Supreme of Death snapped his eyes open, panic surging through him. Teleporting instantly, he reappeared millions of kilometers away.

Forming a hand seal hastily, he wrenched out a golden core, destabilizing his own cultivation and cracking his core slightly.

"Just what is that crazy brat up to?" Earlier, extracting Goddess Nivara's core had propelled him to Supreme stage forcibly.

Yet without her blood essence, the integration remained incomplete. Her life force alone had sustained stability. Now, bereft of her blood essence, her core destabilized.

Had he delayed extraction, the crumbling core would have tainted his, stripping his Supreme status—and potentially more if unchecked.

"Damn it. Just what did she do?" He glared venomously at the floating golden core.

"Don't tell me she decided to burn her blood essence and start from scratch again." Dismissing the absurd notion, he still puzzled over her sudden blood essence loss.

Teeth clenched, he reached for the core—only for it to flare red. Beneath his shocked stare, a dazzling blast erupted in his face, flinging his body light-years in a blink.

The unforeseen detonation struck full force, inflicting grievous burns. Hurtling through space across thousands of light-years, he crashed into a massive asteroid, halting at last.

Bones shattered, his form twisted from piercing celestial bodies. Worse, his cultivation teetered unstable—compounding the agony of fractures with core management.

From afar, Klaus grinned while Goddess Nivara smirked. Witnessing the event, they knew the Demon Supreme of Death would languish in coma for millennia.

Ample time existed for their vengeance. For now, let him languish in space, deluded that he'd barely survived.

His reckoning had only just commenced.