The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse Chapter 1521: The Mad Hunter (3)

The only discernible difference between Klaus and his father was their hair color. While Hunter sported fiery red locks, Klaus possessed striking white hair.

Beyond this visual contrast, both shared an overwhelming arrogance and immense power, viewing themselves as superior to all others.

Despite being enveloped by a multitude of demigods and gods, and even drawing the attention of beings across the entire universe, Hunter remained unfazed. Without hesitation, he proceeded to insult the Celestial Supreme, a cosmic entity holding dominion over all existence.

Such sheer... audacity!

A glance around revealed the fury brewing in the hearts of every demigod and god present. Yet, Hunter's tirade was far from over.

He rose to his feet, fully aware that their conflict was being broadcasted throughout the cosmos.

"Let's clarify a few points. Firstly, not only did he dispatch thousands of ordinary warriors to eliminate an unborn child, but he also sent the fathers, brothers, and friends of those very warriors to their deaths. He knew full well that a single Celestial could have accomplished the task.

Secondly, in his profound stupidity, he went so far as to curse a mother, ensuring she would witness her son's demise before her very eyes. All this, merely because he harbored a fear that one day, this child might usurp his position as the universe's overlord.

Lastly, while he clearly brushes his teeth – judging by the stench emanating from his mouth – I question why you lot presume to eliminate me without considering one critical detail."

A god, incensed by Hunter's blatant disrespect towards their Celestial Supreme, demanded, "And what is it that we are unaware of?"

Hunter flashed a smirk and turned his gaze towards Klaus's five uncles.

"You see, the six of us are Blood Demons, possessing bloodlines that render us far superior even to Vampires. The only race that surpasses us was the Asura. This means, from the moment the first drop of blood is spilled, we achieve invincibility. The more blood that flows, the more potent we become."

He then shifted his attention to Lady Elysia. "She is the Angel of Death. Essentially, as you all begin to perish, she grows exponentially stronger. The greater the number of deaths, the more formidable she becomes, until she embodies death itself."

Upon hearing Hunter's revelation, several demigods instinctively retreated.

However, a contingent of others advanced with renewed determination.

"So what if you are Blood Demons? You cannot possibly eliminate all of us."

Hunter's smirk widened. "Oh, I wouldn't be so certain about that."

As if to punctuate his words, a sword streaked through the air with impossible speed. Before the nearest demigod could even register the threat, the back of his head was impaled, the blade emerging directly through his forehead.

Astonishingly, as the sword retracted, the slain demigod's body instantly withered into a husk of bones, crumbling into dust. The blade had evidently sated its thirst on the demigod's blood and devoured their core.

A wave of fear swept through the assembled demigods, causing many to recoil while a few swiftly vanished into the void.

Hunter turned to Elysia, a tender look in his eyes. "Allow me to handle the initial onslaught, my love. It has been 20,000 years, and my blades are growing quite parched."

"As you wish. I hold no interest in battling mere demigods." Klaus's mother stated, her gaze sweeping over the grim-faced gods.

Hunter then faced Klaus's five uncles, offering a curt nod. "Gentlemen, let the universe comprehend the magnitude of their error."

Swords materialized from the ether, and soon, screams pierced the silence. The grand battle, destined to reveal the true might of a Paragon's parents to the entire cosmos, commenced.

Hundreds charged at Hunter, yet with a mere flick of his wrist, blades swirled through the air. In moments, the space was awash with blood, and with each fresh influx, Hunter’s power surged.

Uncle Ziggy pointed his revolver forward, giving it a practiced spin. Within the barrel, a ball of lightning coalesced. Then, with a decisive pull of the trigger, a devastating projectile exploded forth.

A demigod attempted to evade to his left, perceiving Uncle Ziggy as merely an Immortal Lord. This miscalculation proved fatal.

The bullet he sought to dodge inexplicably vanished into the void. Before he could comprehend the impossible, a gaping hole tore through his brain, signaling the end of his existence.

"By the Asura God’s divine beard, how I’ve missed slaying demigods!" Uncle Ziggy bellowed with a grin. Three immortal rings materialized around his revolvers, and with a sudden, fluid motion, the era's most formidable gunslinger from the Demon Universe announced his unparalleled skill.

Uncle Ziggy embodied both blinding speed and unerring precision. Every single bullet fired found its mark. Many might proclaim archers as the deadliest ranged combatants, but when one's mastery of gunslinging reaches a sufficient level, even skilled archers would struggle to compete.

"Ziggy, fancy a competition?" Uncle Mark proposed, forcefully slamming his shield into a demigod's skull. The head ruptured like an overripe melon, blood gushing into the shield's concave surface.

"The last time, we were on the run, and my role was purely defensive, allowing you to surpass me – from 145 demigods slain down to your 122. But circumstances have changed. Why don't we see who can claim more demigod lives this time?"

"Agreed. Just know that one of my seals has been broken, so I might actually succeed in killing a god this time around."

Uncle Mark smirked. "You think I have been slumbering for the past few months?"

The moment he uttered these words, his body was enveloped in black and crimson armor. His stature augmented to a towering nine feet, and his shield simultaneously expanded in size.

"You Heavenly Court vermin, the afterlife awaits you!" Uncle Mark bellowed, charging toward ten demigods with a gleeful expression in his eyes.

It seemed that even with three gods already present on the battlefield, he held unwavering confidence in his ability to evade them, especially with his elder brother fighting alongside them.

A blazing boomerang streaked through the heavens, decapitating one demigod and severing the arm of another. Uncle James materialized from the void, intercepted the boomerang, and vanished once more.

Back within the Demon Universe, King Alastor observed Uncle James's impeccable display of lethal precision with a smile.

"This young one has always astounded me with his proficiency in dispatching foes using those peculiar flying objects."

Queen Ophelia, Hunter's mother and Klaus's grandmother, chimed in with a smile. "What else would you expect? His father once Wielded spoons to vanquish gods and Supremes. It would be quite surprising if his son were any different, lest I question whether some monster had stolen him rather than truly fathering him."

King Alastor's smile widened.

When he had tasked Hunter with assembling a cohort destined to become his royal guards upon his ascension to the throne, he had never anticipated the assembly of a gunslinger, a brawler, a shieldbearer, an axe wielder, and, most astonishingly, a boomerang wielder.

Where were the swordsmen and spearmen? What about the archers and mages?

However, he soon came to comprehend the reasoning behind his son's peculiar choices for these five individuals.

As the entirety of the universe bore witness, the five Blood Guards moved with casual grace, dispatching demigods and immortals as if they were mere insects.

"I do wonder if my grandson will grace us with his presence today," Queen Ophelia murmured. She stood as one of the Demon Universe's most formidable Celestials. Her might deterred any challengers from aspiring to the throne, despite King Alastor being the sole Supreme.

Her combat prowess rivaled that of the Burning Angel, and perhaps even King Alric himself.

King Alastor let out a sigh. "Though he is but an immortal, now that his parents face peril, it is only natural that he would appear. My only apprehension lies in the potential consequences when he does."

"Azai ought to arrive swiftly, lest I too feel compelled to abandon the Blood Demon Race. My grandson must not fall into the clutches of the Heavenly Court, not while I still draw breath."