The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse - Chapter 592

Chapter 592: The GameShow (2)

“Fuck you, Demo,” a Great Sage shouted as he deflected a sword attack from a friend.

Just a few minutes ago, the two were the best of friends. However, Demo was now trying to kill him, and there was nothing he could do but fight back.

It was kill or be killed.

As such, a couple of exchanges later, Hans had to drive his sword through his friend’s heart, ending him in the most heartbreaking way possible.

His painful cry reverberated throughout the battlefield, but the next second, a fellow warrior who had just killed his own friend stabbed him in the back, sending him on his way.

And it wasn’t just them; thousands of warriors, ranging from the Saint Stage to the Sovereign Stage, were fighting each other in a battle-frenzied setting where only cries of pain, anguish, and heartbreak could be heard.

Friends were killing each other, and they had no control over it.

The alliance that was supposed to be killing Klaus was now killing each other. This just didn’t make sense. Duncan and his subordinates, who had rushed over when Klaus appeared, were now facing hundreds of Sovereigns who were under Klaus’s spell.

The Face of Discord was hanging in the air, and Klaus, who was just standing there with his hands clasped behind his back, continued to whisper into their ears. He was not pitying any of them…

However he also wasn’t going after all of them.

No, despite now possessing 25 brains, he wasn’t stupid enough to go after all of them; that was true for the Sovereigns.

He went after some of them, and since they weren’t all from the same factions, the moment they started killing each other and backstabbing one another, the natural effect took place.

Many such battles were happening, all a result of someone killing someone from a different faction. Klaus had planned it well, and now, he was just up in the air, watching all of this unfold with an expressionless face.

“What is happening?” Duncan, who had just beheaded a warrior from his camp, shouted as more and more poured in.

It just doesn’t make sense.

“It seems Klaus is controlling th-”

“KwarrrK”

A sovereign who was answering Duncan’s question was stabbed through the mouth before he could get all the words out…

Duncan felt his bones run cold when the sovereign died from an attack from a Dark Lord…

He didn’t know what was happening, and he didn’t want to know. But deep within, he knew everything was because of Klaus, who was currently looking in his direction with a teasing smile.

“You might want to look…behind you.” Duncan turned fast enough only to be sent flying by a powerful attack from a sovereign wielding a large club.

When he landed on the ground, three more sovereigns rained down on him. Just like that, Duncan would have to kill three more sovereigns from his camp, further weakening his forces.

“AAAAaaaaGGGhhh”

Duncan screamed in frustration as his sword went through another warrior from his camp. He had tried to knock them out. In fact, from the start, he had given the order to knock them out.

But that quickly proved to be a mistake, as for some reason, those they knocked out didn’t stay down. Instead, they woke up and backstabbed their fellow brothers in arms.

“You all should put more effort into it… It’s kill or be killed.”

Klaus smiled and looked in a certain direction.

From the Lightning Source Diagram in the sky, a piercing bolt of lightning shot out, and the next second, another assassin was killed. This one was a sovereign who seemed to have more time on his hands, so he tried to sneak up on him.

“The more you try to save your friends, the quicker they stab you in the back,” Klaus fanned the flames again, watching as friends and foes battled each other, each harbouring the will to live.

*****

Far from the city, the six overlords kept watching the battle with shocking expressions.

“What is happening?” Overlord Mira asked, watching as the alliance slaughtered each other.

“He is using both mind control and soul manipulation to control them. This is akin to my bewitching technique, but he’s is much more powerful,” Overlord Dharma, a Spirit Master, said.

“That green face in the air seems to be the source of this attack. Also, look at him. He keeps whispering something that even I cannot hear.” He paused and crossed his arms over his chest.

“I think he is whispering to them somehow, and it’s working quite well.”

“That is scary,” Overlord Isaac said, making his fellow overlords nod. They were all shocked watching the battle unfold.

“You know, whenever I expect to find Klaus in a struggling situation… things like this happen. The last time was in Union City… I expected him to struggle, but each time, he pulled something like this,” Overlord Tydor said.

The others just smiled and continued to watch.

*****

Meanwhile, all over the internet, everyone was both shocked and terrified at what was happening.

Just like the Overlords’ frustration, they also wanted to see a battle where Klaus would struggle, but at the moment, he looked pretty chill.

Many began calling him all kinds of names, with [The Whispering Demon] being the top and trending one. Though Klaus wasn’t saying the words out loud most of the time, many could tell he was whispering.

The happenings were just beyond their imagination.

Everyone was shocked and senseless, making them finally start to see things in a new light. All those who had bad thoughts against Klaus were now scared out of their wits.

He is a monster.

******

Klaus continued to stand on the sword in the air, occasionally killing all those who came near. He wasn’t letting them come within range.

“The first game will end in two minutes. If you want to take part in the second game, be sure to survive the first.” Klaus said as many started running in the hope of leaving the city.

Of course, he just smiled and let them.

As expected, when they came within the borders of the city, something blocked them. The thing wasn’t visible, but it was there.

Of course, their natural instinct and their will to survive made them begin attacking whatever was blocking their path.

It was a futile endeavour since the blockage was a soul-type formation, and the only way to break free was to possess a much stronger soul strength than the ones holding the formation in place.

Klaus wasn’t worried.

He never expected his five uncles to be that powerful on the soul level, so the demon-killing circle was now as strong as it could be. Not even an ascendant could bypass it.

So, all the people could do was keep attacking while their alliance slowly came crashing down. Klaus stood in the air, watching all this with a smirk.

Inwardly, though, he was scared of himself. His mental capacity and soul strength had risen to a stage even he was afraid of.

The skill he was using, [The Whisper of Discord], requires soul and mental strength, but at the moment, he was using it against thousands of warriors ranging from the Saint Stage to the Sovereign Stage.

…and he was only using three brain capacities. Just three, but the damage was this vivid.

“First game is over,” Klaus said, dismissing the [Face of Discord] and freeing everyone.

Immediately, three Transcendents and five Sovereigns, with Duncan among them, lunged at Klaus. However, they only managed to get within 40 meters of him before Klaus spread his fingers over them.

“Falling Into Despair.” The Face of Despair appeared and snapped its eyes open.

The space around them whooshed, and the eight coming after him froze… Then, their screams filled the air, sending chills down everyone’s spine.

“_”

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