The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse Chapter 1531: Banished

Klaus’s declaration left everyone in a state of stunned disbelief, his own followers and the Heavens Executioners alike.

"I can see the shock on your faces. I expected as much," Klaus chuckled, a smirk playing on his lips. "The truth the Heavens Court desperately concealed from you all is that, back in the Primordial Era, the founders of the nascent Heavens Court invited me to join their ranks to defend against the Doom Universe’s onslaught.

Naturally, I saw no reason to refuse.

Knowing their intent was to safeguard this universe, I joined them when our goals aligned. For years, we fought valiantly, successfully repelling both the first and second waves of attack.

During that time, I forged many friendships, only to later have some of those very individuals turn their weapons upon me and mercilessly slaughter my loved ones. A true testament to loyalty and trust, wouldn't you agree?

The Heavens Court concealed this truth solely to maintain their absolute control over this universe, ruling it like petty monarchs."

Klaus let out a booming laugh, his voice thick with animosity and rage.

"What they conveniently omitted is that after we managed to push back the Doom Fiends following the second wave, I personally ventured into the Doom Universe. Using my own life as a linchpin, I eradicated them from their very source. Yes, it was I who annihilated the Doom Universe, not some so-called Forbidden Race."

Gasps rippled through the assembled crowd.

Those present, and countless viewers watching from afar, felt an icy dread cascade down their spines. Some even seemed to forget the simple act of breathing.

With the entire universe bearing witness, Klaus couldn’t possibly be fabricating such a monumental claim. His own reputation was on the line; he would never stoop to tarnishing it with a lie.

Consequently, what he spoke must indeed be the gospel truth. This was knowledge far beyond the grasp of ordinary individuals, yet Klaus recounted it as if it were the most mundane of details.

The Heavens Executioners attempted to interject, to refute his statement, but Klaus gave them no such opportunity.

"Fast forward to the aftermath of the Primordial Era’s collapse, a conflict in which I sacrificed my life to seal those abominations away—a detail they also conveniently forgot to mention—the Heavens Court fractured into numerous pieces. In the ensuing chaos, rogue gods attempted to seize power through brute force, and for a time, they were terrifyingly successful.

However, my manifestation as the Divine Archer inspired a rebellion. I know many of you are aware of the Cavalry of Defiance, even though the Heavens Court sought to blacken their name.

We, mere mortals, immortals, and demigods, stood against the gods themselves, and we emerged victorious. I once again fought alongside the Heavens Court, alongside formidable beings such as the Barbarian Queen, the Dwarven Ancestor, and the Great Titans. We spilled our blood to liberate the universe, and ultimately, we succeeded.

My arrows put an end to countless gods, and because of that, you pathetic remnants find yourselves standing before me now."

At this declaration, ancient beings who possessed fragments of the true historical narrative began sharing their accounts online for all to witness.

Yet, Klaus’s revelation was far from over.

He aimed to ensure the universe fully comprehended his character and past actions, enabling them to form their own judgments.

What better moment to unveil these truths than when it had just been mistakenly admitted that the Heavens Court indeed bore responsibility for the massacre on Planet BlueCrest two million years ago?

"And so, I returned as the Asura God. Knowing the trials I had endured, I ensured the Asura Race dedicated themselves to defending this universe. Those who still preserve the untainted histories can attest that the Asura Race served as the unwavering guardians of this cosmos.

Yet, in the end, we were annihilated, leaving not a single soul—not even a child or a pregnant woman—spared. Since that horrific day, it has been a relentless cycle of massacres.

Years before I became the Renegade Monk, my mother, my closest friend, and my entire family were brutally murdered.

Since that fateful event, my mother has never found peace in any of my subsequent incarnations. Therefore, tell me, do you truly believe I would be in the wrong should I decide to eradicate every last one of you?"

The 93rd Heaven’s Executioner scoffed, sneering, "Empty words without a shred of proof. We all know the Asura Race were murderers, preying on innocents and using their blood to bolster their strength. Do you deny these widely known accusations?"

Klaus let out a hearty laugh. A part of him yearned to rip off his mask and reveal the furious expression beneath to everyone.

"Do you genuinely believe the blood of mere human weaklings held more value than that of Chaos Beasts? Or perhaps the Heavens Court neglected to inform you of their own role in the eradication of the entire Chaos Beast race?"

The 93rd Heaven’s Executioner’s expression faltered; he was left speechless, unable to counter Klaus’s damning retort.

"You know what? I honestly couldn't care less if you believe me or not. All I know for certain is that soon, when the Asura Race makes its triumphant return, the Heavens Court will be utterly obliterated."

"WHAT?!"

"What exactly are you implying with such a statement?"

"Haha, you truly believe I didn't foresee this? After I ascended to become the Asura God, the Heavens Court deemed me a menace. They expected me to submit to their oath. When I refused, they unleashed their forces, slaughtering my beloved people, sacrificing countless brainwashed warriors in their wake.

Unlike them, however, my affection for my people runs deep. Thus, I ensured their demise was not permanent. Soon, they shall return, reborn with even greater strength and deadliness.

Therefore, take this opportunity to accept my mercy. To those unwilling to face me, step to the left. After today, there will be no return. Embrace my compassion one final time, for it is the last you shall ever receive."

Klaus observed impassively as a contingent of warriors migrated to the left, signaling their withdrawal from the conflict. This battle, they understood, was not theirs to wage.

Regrettably, not a single warrior from the Heavens' ranks moved. A smattering of mercenaries and a handful of hunters also remained steadfast.

The 90th Heavens Executioner chuckled, a derisive sound. "Observe, this is the essence of true loyalty. They stand unyielding, devoid of fear, even before a Paragon."

"Then, allow me to extend my most profound apologies to the families of these impending departed souls. My sincere regrets for what is about to transpire. As you all witness, I made an attempt, but they chose to stand their ground. A display of blind loyalty, if I may say."

A palpable tension settled over the onlookers, tightening their anticipation.

Klaus momentarily closed his eyes. Upon reopening them, a terrifying aura of death emanated outward from his being.

With a casual flick of his hand, a yellow fruit materialized in his palm. Many gasped at the sight. Wasting no time, he conveyed the Origin Fruit to his mouth.

BOOOOM!

His aura erupted, ascending with breathtaking speed – Demigod, then God Ascension, and soon he was climbing higher still. Astonished gazes widened as Klaus achieved the rank of a Universal God.

Yet, he afforded them no moment to recover.

He slammed his foot upon the earth and brought his hands together, quickly forming intricate hand seals. The complexity of these seals baffled even the most skilled Seal Experts present, leaving them utterly clueless as to his intentions.

Abruptly, Klaus opened his palm, revealing a swirling purple spell diagram.

His Peak Universe God aura began to wane as he cradled the diagram. Witnessing this decline, the Heavens Executioners sneered.

"Drawing upon power that vanishes in an instant. What a pathetic display."

Klaus merely shook his head. Just as his power receded to the Immortal Lord realm, he hurled the diagram towards the Heavens Army, proclaiming with resonant authority,

"FORBIDDEN ART: PURGATORY BANISHMENT!"

The diagram expanded rapidly, unfurling into a vast formation. Before any sound could be uttered, an absolute, unyielding presence seized all within its grasp, dragging them away, their very souls vanishing into the void.