The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse - Chapter 1401: The Burning Angel

Chapter 1401: The Burning Angel

The legend of the Burning Angel is one that almost everyone, regardless of where they are, has heard something about. He is famous, and every aspiring warrior wishes to be like him one day.

His legendary feats in the past and the ones he continues to accomplish to this day are mind-blowing.

So if such a person suddenly decided to teleport a spaceship from millions of light-years away and crash it without harming anyone inside, the most logical choice would be to start begging.

However, what did Klaus do?

He gave the Celestial a smile and then, in a somewhat unaffected tone, he asked.

“Burning Angel, I suppose?”

Lord Victor and his daughter, Rory, became even paler upon hearing what Klaus said. They had lived for thousands of years but had never once set eyes on a Celestial before.

So the fact that their first turned out to be somebody Klaus may have offended, just the mere mention of his name left them wishing for a quick death.

That feeling only intensified when Burning Angel gave a narrowed look at Klaus, the flame wings on his back and the ones in his eyes burning even more furiously.

He clearly was angry, judging by how he said nothing but kept staring at Klaus with deadly intent.

A few minutes later, however, the fire in his eyes dimmed, and his expression became calm. His wings retracted, and the hold he had on Klaus weakened.

“You are not the Paragon,” he said, almost disappointed. Klaus saw this and, instead of taking the win, decided to poke the bear.

“Why do you sound disappointed? Are you that eager to kill someone who is probably way weaker than even me?”

“Kill him.” Burning Angel turned to the side and stared deep into the cosmos. “I don’t want to kill the Paragon. He and I go way back; you can even consider us friends. So no, I don’t want to kill him, I want to fight him.”

“Oh, somehow I find that hard to believe. But let’s assume I believe you, aren’t you afraid the Heavenly Court will come after you? I am from the Zorvian family, so I know quite a lot about the Paragon. The Heavenly Court and he are natural-born enemies, so they will be pissed if you were to meet him and not kill him.”

Hearing his words, Burning Angel chuckled. “Afraid of whom? Don’t make me laugh, kid. I have been alive long enough to know who to trust.”

He paused and gave Lord Victor and Rory a hard look before he continued, “I can tell your heart as a warrior is true, so I won’t kill you. However, for disrespecting my Warrior Tower and making us look like a joke, I will punish you.”

He retrieved an item from his space ring and threw it at Klaus. When he caught it, a powerful force slammed into his body, causing him to fly back and slam into the ground several thousand miles away.

“That is the Seven Dominion Eye Art. You ask if I am not worried the Heavenly Court will come after me for saying I won’t kill the Paragon.

The answer is yes. They are as evil as the demons, and that became plain to me years ago. Or do you think I just woke up and created the Warrior Tower?

Away from that. For your punishment, you have seven days to comprehend the first level of the Seven Dominion Eye Art. If you can’t decide by the end of the seven days, I will kill one of these two. Afterwards, you will have a month to comprehend two levels, or else the last will die.

You, I can’t kill because even now, I can sense powerful people looking for you. But they have nobody looking for them. Call it a punishment for thinking you can get away with everything.”

Klaus lifted himself from the ground, some of his bones broken. Turning around, he saw that Lord Victor and Rory had become even paler now.

Clearly, using them as potential collateral damage was not something they liked. However, instead of frowning, Klaus smiled and reassured them, “Relax, I have never lost a bet in my life, so I am not about to lose one now.”

He stood up and dusted himself off before taking flight again.

“Seven days, you say. What if I can do it in a day?”

Burning Angel showed no reaction, but he seemed intrigued by what Klaus said.

“If you can do it in a day, I will owe you three favors.”

“Just three? Sounds like you want to cheat me.”

“What do you mean?” Burning Angel frowned.

Klaus, however, smiled. “There are seven days in a week. So if I were to use one day to understand your technique, shouldn’t that be six favors instead of three?”

“That…”

Lord Victor and Rory turned and looked at each other. The audacity in Klaus’s words made them wish they had never met him.

However, seeing Burning Angel stare suspiciously at Klaus, they couldn’t help but give the brat a thumbs-up in their hearts.

There is just no way anyone would believe them if they said Klaus, instead of nodding like a baby, actually had the balls to bargain with a Celestial who could snap his neck with a look.

Klaus has the confidence many his age lack, even against true immortals.

“Sure. You have a day to comprehend the first level of the Seven Dominion Eye Art. Failure to do so will result in the death of the young lady. Your time starts now.”

Klaus nodded, then turned to Lord Victor and Rory. “Neither of you has the Flame Element, so this place won’t benefit you. However, you can use the flame essence to temper your Immortal Rings.”

After saying that, he flew 2 km to the east and sat on a stone.

Far away on Planet Virel, his other body was seated in a lotus posture, his four flame spirits in their human forms seated around him.

On their foreheads, their Flame Seals could be seen shining. Clearly, right under the nose of a Celestial, Klaus was using the chance to strengthen his Flame Element.

And judging by how visibly Qilin, Nirvana, Void, and Fury were growing, it was clear he was benefiting more than one would expect.

Meanwhile, back on Burning Angel’s planet, he made the token containing the technique float before him.

On the side, Lord Victor and Rory continued to look at him weirdly. Although he told them how they could benefit from the flame essence in the air, the mere fact that his failure meant their death was preventing them from having the mind and clarity to cultivate at the moment.

Away from them, Burning Angel stood with his gaze locked on Klaus. In his hand rested an item that, upon closer inspection, appeared to be the same token Lord Victor used to uncover Klaus’s identity.

“You clearly are him, but why can’t I sense you are him?” His expression hardened. However, as Klaus began to focus on the technique, he relaxed and waited.

If he managed to comprehend the technique, his suspicion would be confirmed. For now, he could only wait.