The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse Chapter 1492: Jade Ant Queen’s Rebirth (5)

For a fleeting moment, all combat ceased, every gaze drawn to the unexpected appearance of the lava battlefield.

At its center stood Klaus, his sword now wreathed in an aura that defied simple description—neither fire nor anything else, yet it sent tremors through their very hearts.

"What was that?" a human warrior, having retreated but now watching with companions, questioned, his face a mask of disbelief.

"That’s the Renegade Hunter. It seems he’s activated his domain..."

"Blast it, I've never witnessed a domain this fearsome. Merely observing it makes my soul yearn to escape my body. What kind of domain is that?"

"I’m uncertain, but I suspect it’s a Primordial Domain," another chimed in, drawing the attention of several others who looked to him for further explanation.

"I heard from my father that when it comes to domains, there are two main classifications: Primitive and True domains."

A chorus of nods followed; the knowledge was familiar. Primitive Domains are the most commonly acknowledged, wherein a warrior manifests their mortal realm into a domain. Though potent, they pale in comparison to True Domains.

True Domains are born from the comprehension of a Dao. Many dedicate themselves to the Heavenly Laws, considering it the most direct path. Yet, some venture even deeper.

"According to my father, there are individuals who forge True Domains by grasping an aspect of a warrior. I imagine you all understand that a warrior possesses three core aspects: the mind, the soul, and the body."

More nods ensued.

"These three pillars define a warrior and serve as their connection to the Dao, akin to the laws themselves. If a warrior manages to comprehend one of these aspects, they are considered to have taken a significant stride in understanding their true self."

"So, if they construct a domain based on comprehending one of these facets, it implies that as long as they draw breath, their domain remains robust. It also means that whatever law they've mastered will remain effective indefinitely, irrespective of their Law essence reserves."

"Hold on a moment, friend. If I grasp your meaning correctly, you're suggesting that if someone cultivates a True Domain through, say, the soul, then as long as they possess soul essence, their domain can persist and even empower them to utilize their law abilities without depleting Law essence?"

The man who had expounded on True Domains confirmed with a nod.

"Unbelievable," many gasped, their expressions morphing from shock to profound regret.

If only such knowledge had been available sooner.

At this juncture, Klaus had effectively nullified all laws, preventing those around him, those affected by the wooden staff's influence, from employing them – himself included.

However, by unleashing his nascent domain, he had freed himself, or at least partially. It was already well-established that his grasp of heavenly laws was exceptionally profound, serving as his ultimate trump cards; consequently, rendering him incapable of using them was a significant disadvantage.

Now, he could wield them freely, and the most advantageous aspect was his freedom from any concern regarding Law essence.

"But why did you assert that his domain is a Primordial Domain?"

"Within the realm of True Domains, there are distinct tiers, each significantly impacting the domain's strength. We have the True Monarch Domain, the True Divine Domain, the True Supreme Domain, and finally, the pinnacle: the True Primordial Domain."

"I identified his as Primordial due to the orbs floating behind him. There are four of them, each signifying a specific tier. The presence of four orbs indicates a True Primordial Domain."

The assembled onlookers could only stare in stunned silence. Whether this turn of events was fortunate or disastrous, those who had contemplated fleeing the conflict began to suspect they might be making a grave error.

In their minds, a fleeting hope arose: if only they could somehow draw near the Renegade Hunter, perhaps they could glean some invaluable knowledge from him.

Some individuals unconsciously shifted their positions, inching closer to the chaotic battlefield, while others meticulously documented the unfolding events. Once this ordeal concluded and they managed to escape, they vowed to sing his praises, acknowledging their survival as a direct result of his might.

While the crowd collectively marveled at the power Klaus had unleashed, a faint, almost imperceptible smile graced his lips.

'I lack the sufficient strength to harness its full potential, nor can I sustain its use for an extended duration, so it appears to have regressed to the Primordial stage. Nevertheless, this suffices; at the very least, the advantage is now mine.'

His gaze fell upon the assassins, now ashen-faced and their attire consumed by flames, and a chuckle escaped him.

"It is rather regrettable, but I never once envisioned myself being cornered to the extent that I'd need to employ a domain to secure victory. However, now that we've reached this point, I suppose it would be most beneficial if you could disclose the identity of your employer."

"Damn you, brat. I will kill you," the red-masked assassin cursed at Klaus, and then he lunged forward, his dagger poised for a deadly attack.

He only managed to get within 2 meters of him before a large spear formed from the metal element, imbued with soul essence, shot from the ground and went through his heart.

"Unless any of you are a god, then know I have complete authority here." Klaus grinned and then turned to his left. "The same goes for you. Who are you, and what do you want?" he spoke to the wind from how people saw it.

However, a few seconds later, a figure shrouded in dark armour appeared from thin air and pointed his dagger at him.

When the 6 remaining assassins saw him, they all bowed. "Senior Poison, kill this bastard."

"Oh, so you are with them."

Instead of responding to Klaus, the figure smirked at the assassins. "Bunch of idiots. You couldn’t even kill a mere brat."

Hearing his words, Klaus laughed. "As if you were any different. You tried many times to kill me but failed. From where I stand, it seems you are as useless as them all, perhaps even the most useless."

The expression on the man’s face shifted, becoming even darker. He glared hatefully at Klaus and pointed his other dagger at him.

"I will give you a chance to go down on your knees and apologize. I might just have pity and not kill you and these useless humans with you."

The smile on Klaus’s face vanished, replaced with a dangerous look. "I see. Then why don’t I offer you an even better deal?" Klaus pointed at four other places and smirked.

"Instead of hiding like cowards, why don’t you show your useless selves so we can get this done? Or do you think hiding will increase your chances of snatching the Jade Ant Queen once she hatches?"

The man frowned, and from the four places Klaus had pointed, four demigods walked out, their expressions mirroring those of the first assassin, who was also a demigod.

"Brat, die for me," one of them pulled back his bowstring, and an arrow formed in it. In an instant, it locked onto Klaus, causing him to narrow his eyes as a dangerous feeling washed over him.

He was about to raise a defense when a spear streaked through the air, stabbing through the demigod’s chest, sending him crashing into a mountain far away from Klaus’s domain.

A chilling laugh followed...

"Kekekekekekekeke..."

From a cloud of smoke 300 meters from Klaus’s domain, Asmodeus walked out, a black staff in his firm grip.