The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse Chapter 1525: The Mad Hunter (7)

It was evident that everyone braced themselves to witness the demise of a legend: the Mad Hunter and his wife, the Angel of Death, along with their five blood guards. A formidable army stood against two demigods and five Immortal Lords, a battle where the latter seemed to stand no chance. However, it soon became apparent that these were no ordinary warriors. Hunter had previously vanquished 15 gods and over 800 demigods, while Lady Elysia had claimed the lives of 8 gods and 745 demigods. The number of immortals they had defeated reached the tens of thousands. Such an accomplishment was a feat even the Paragon had yet to achieve in this lifetime. Unfortunately, their battle should have concluded the moment a Supreme being made an appearance.

Thus, when the two Supremes manifested, their deaths were effectively sealed, and for a fleeting moment, it appeared that way. Yet, just as the spear was a hair's breadth from Lady Elysia’s head, a sword materialized, and the Supreme met his end as his head was severed. A wave of chills coursed through everyone's bodies as the sword appeared and the head was sent flying. Lady Elysia observed it clearly: the weapon was dark from its hilt to its blade. Its surface seemed to shimmer with liquid nanites, creating trails of black fluid when swung. It sliced through the Supreme’s neck, cleaving both flesh and soul.

Lady Elysia wavered, but before she could collapse, a hand steadied her, preventing her fall. A profound chill ran down her spine as she turned, her gaze meeting a man drained of all color. He appeared to possess only black and white pigmentation, a monochromatic palette that lent him an ancient and deeply sinister aura. Bald, his dark eyes seemed even more intense against his stark black and white appearance. He was dressed in a white cloak, which, despite appearing tattered, was surprisingly functional.

"Hi, my name is Gorr."

"Yes, that Gorr."

The gods and demigods recoiled, and even the Supreme who had been confronting Hunter retreated, putting distance between himself and Hunter's group. The reason? Gorr, the God Butcher, had arrived. Gorr released Lady Elysia and extended his hand, summoning his sword back to his grasp. He smiled, his black teeth gleaming against his monochrome visage. "I believe the title should now be Gorr, the Supreme Butcher," he grinned, turning his attention toward Hunter...

"Hi, I believe no introductions are needed. As for why I am here, your son sent me to come fetch you to the Beast Universe."

Hunter acknowledged this with a nod and glanced at the Supreme, who was now observing them along with hundreds of gods and thousands of demigods. "I am afraid that leaving would be extremely hard."

Gorr nodded. "Indeed. However, we have no choice but to leave. So how about we ensure they have no choice but to let us go?" The sword in his hand quivered, emanating such potent killing intent that even Hunter felt a tremor of fear. "I will handle the Supreme Lord, Gorr. You can do what you do best and butcher the gods."

"Very well."

Gorr turned, fixing his gaze upon the hundreds of gods, a smile gracing his lips. "Hello, and goodbye." He activated a skill, instantly trapping 124 gods within a colorless domain, with Gorr positioned above them. "NOOOOO..." Their screams echoed through the domain as their blood began to spill under the God Butcher's assault. Spectators watching from afar trembled, some gagging, while others completely fainted. Hunter observed the scene of absolute carnage and smiled. To him, more bloodshed signified heightened excitement and increased power. His eyes blazed with hunger as he locked gazes with the Supreme.

"Are you sure about this?" Lady Elysia inquired, her expression now reflecting anger. "I had killed a few Supremes before, so adding one more to the list won’t hurt. Also, if I can kill him, then I might just register my first Supreme Sword." As he spoke, 15 swords, radiating divine power, materialized and hovered before him. Upon seeing these swords, Lady Elysia sighed. "Go ahead. I will handle the rest of the demigods." Hunter nodded and surged forward, launching himself at the Supreme, whose face was set in a dark scowl. Before the Supreme could utter a word, a god-level sword swung lethally, causing Hunter to falter for a mere second. Hunter seized the opportunity, slipping past the Supreme's defenses and releasing a cloud of colorless powder before him. "AAAAHHHHHH!" the Supreme shrieked. Hunter smiled and delivered a kick to his face, sending the Supreme flying backward, his body weakening as the poison took effect. Within Hunter’s Puppet Workshop, five alchemists clad in white cloaks erupted in cheers. Many claimed Hunter had shifted his focus from creating puppets to forging swords. However, unknown to them, he had first cultivated five distinct professions: Alchemists, blacksmiths, engineers, artisans, and runesmiths.

These entities were the architects of his blades. For two millennia, during his slumber, these automatons toiled endlessly, anticipating the moment their master’s return to civilization.

Presently, Uncle Mark’s incapacitated form was being tended to within that very sanctuary.

The venom that Hunter deployed against the Supreme, a concoction they christened [Supreme Bane], was merely a preliminary version. Witnessing its efficacy, however, sparked celebration and initiated their full-scale production.

This conflict was far from concluded, and their objective was to ensure that by its resolution, every living being across the cosmos would etch their master’s name into their memory forever.

Howls of agony and despair reverberated across the battlefield; Gorr unleashed a brutal assault on the gods, Lady Elysia wrought havoc upon the demigods, Uncle Ziggy, James, Jojo, and Xian decimated the immortals, while Hunter relentlessly pursued the termination of his seventh Supreme.

One instance, they teetered on the precipice of oblivion; the next, they had decisively reversed the tide, initiating a brutal massacre.

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Klaus observed Gorr’s frenzied combat with an inner smirk.

His encounter with Gorr dates back to the era of the Paragon of Shadow. Gorr was a man utterly shattered, who had implored the heavens for succor for his world amidst a devastating Beast Tide, where countless perished daily.

As a former warrior now devoted to monastic life, he understood that beyond wishing a blessed existence for his daughter, not even he could shield her from this impending catastrophe.

Thus, he prayed to the deities, but they remained indifferent.

Prior to encountering the Paragon, Klaus himself had been among those who harbored animosity towards him, viewing him as a menace to the universe. Yet, in his final moments, cradling his daughter, prepared to embrace death, it was the Paragon who descended and rescued them.

It transpired that the Paragon had detected an emergent crisis on that world and sought to intervene. However, his path was obstructed by twenty gods, which regrettably delayed his arrival.

Nevertheless, upon his eventual appearance, he saved Gorr, his daughter, and brought them under his protection.

Subsequently, upon discovering the Necrosword, Gorr willingly pledged to wield it and serve him eternally. Thus, since the Shadow Era, he had borne the Necrosword, a weapon responsible for the demise of millions of gods.

While Gorr himself was merely a demigod, his blade possessed a completely different caliber of power.

’An impressive entrance, Gorr. Just keep them occupied for another ten minutes… I am en route.’

Klaus registered Eiko’s stunned immobility as Gorr materialized. He contemplated inquiring about it but, upon further reflection, decided to let the moment be.