The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse Chapter 1455 1455: Five Deadly Body Shenanigans

"I thought I'd seen everything, but this goes way too far," King Alric muttered, both shocked and faintly amused while observing Klaus's four forms unleashing ferocious strikes.

From any perspective, it was utterly impossible for one individual to embody these four figures locked in aerial combat. Klaus's main body brandished a massive red scythe pulsing with dense blood qi, whereas Rhazor gripped a broadsword.

Such pinpoint accuracy and concentration in their actions left even a battle-hardened veteran like King Alric gaping in admiration. Not a single motion was squandered; each strike hit its precise target.

Klaus blurred with speed beyond his wives' ability to follow. Rhazor matched that velocity, appearing so casual that it was obvious he wasn't straining at all.

"Does he turn this monstrous every time he advances a rank?" Lista overcame her timidity to inquire.

That the primary body pushed harder against Rhazor—an Immortal King—revealed the enormous chasm separating them.

Tifa, familiar with Klaus during his Paragon of War prime, grinned. "This is mere child's play. The Klaus I remember dominated as a monster across the board." With a sigh, she shared a tidbit, "Back when he was Magnus, those spiteful heavens dispatched me to slay him, naturally."

He was merely a demigod then, while I had ascended to God King. Actually, they handed me an artifact that sapped 40% of his power. Yet after three grueling years of combat, defeat was mine.

Accepting that defeat took time. But once I did, a vital truth about him emerged. This rascal always triumphs if you don't eliminate him in the battle's opening phase."

"Why's that?" King Alric questioned. Though the boy's father, he grasped how little he truly knew of him.

Lily took the floor this time...

"Because beyond his freakish power, he adapts from every error. The fight prolongs, his might surges until you can't keep pace. Then you die, no escape possible."

All his wives, bearing grudges from hostile encounters, wore knowing smiles.

Each had clashed with him lethally in their pasts—Lily nearly succeeded multiple times, Nia even lopping off his left arm and blinding one eye.

They held every edge initially. Ultimately, he crushed them not just on the battlefield, but between the sheets too.

The Paragon earned his title as history's deadliest entity. Indeed, his peril threatens all, women most of all.

Continuing their vigil, onlookers noted shifts in Rhazor confirming Tifa's words unfolding.

He started utterly at ease. Now greater exertion showed, intensifying minute by minute with added force.

"Tired yet?" Meanwhile, spear-wielding Orion halted to taunt Efad. The striking green-haired man grinned, twirling a crescent blade on one finger.

"I could go all day, pal." To demonstrate, his crescent disc divided into two, then four, soon multiplying to 32 razor-edged orbs whirling behind him.

"I've barely tapped 2% of my power. You've burned through 2.75%... You're losing badly."

Orion flashed a smile and winked at Queen Leah. Efad glanced over, only then grasping he'd fallen into his own trap.

"Bast-"

BOOOM

Dust billowed as he smashed into shattered earth and sharp rocks.

"I'll slaughter you, bastard!" Efad burst from the debris, charging Orion. But Kaden's commanding roar echoed across the ruined world first.

"ENOUGH"

Like puppets under supreme command, the four forms halted abruptly. Moments later, they wheeled to fix murderous stares on Kaden.

"Oh really," Klaus queried, manic glee igniting his gaze.

"Did this jerk just hit us with Star Monarch Authority?" Orion demanded, lethal intent leaking from his left eye's edge.

"Let's hack off both arms and dump him in a space tunnel for a year," Efad proposed; Rhazor agreed with a nod.

"I second that."

Klaus bared a feral grin. "Settled then. On three, we strike."

Ere the countdown began, Kaden bolted behind Goddess Nivara. "Grandma, rescue me from these bullies!"

Goddess Nivara blinked repeatedly, thoughts adrift on how to handle this. To her, every one of the five forms was her cherished grandson—self-inflicted bullying defying all logic.

Now that she has turned mortal, her delicate mind stands no chance of grasping the chaos unfolding. Klaus and Kaden are one and the same, yet to any onlooker, Kaden might seem like their deadliest foe.

This situation feels utterly strange and downright eerie. Still, as a tender and caring grandma, she simply beamed and clasped Kaden's hand.

"Gather around, kids." Captivated by her affectionate touch—which every one of them sensed through her holding Kaden's hand—they hurried over to her.

"How about we return to Planet Caelmir, where the air is clean and smells nice? I will cook your mom's favourite dish, and we celebrate my becoming a mortal again and you becoming," she paused and looked between the five handsome brats before she added,

"four True Immortals and an Immortal King."

Klaus and his four bodies nodded, their faces lit with wide grins. "That sounds like a good plan, Grandma."

She gave a nod, and they aided her in rising to her feet.

Through Klaus's blood, she had surged all the way to the Nether stage. This was a boon, yet she needed at least a year there to properly forge her body.

Klaus aimed to handle her just as he had with his ladies.

Her physique would be refined until she could deliver a slap to a Nether stage warrior, exploding their head without drawing on her cultivation.

Thankfully, with her God body, progress would come swiftly. Her class tied into both Death and the Angel race.

[Death Angelic Queen]

This class grants her command over Death's innate gifts and regal angelic power as befits a queen. Klaus even perceived her death connection growing stronger.

Over on Planet Kumil, Maud—who had tailed Rhazor (criminal body)—likewise detected Klaus' grandma's tie to the Death Realm. She could even locate her position without venturing into the Death Realm.

It proves her firmer anchor in death's essence, meaning that later, when her grandson rises as Overlord of Death, he could readily elevate her to Subject or even Queen.

After all, good things must always remain in the family.