The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse - Chapter 1522 - 1522: The Mad Hunter (4)

The 25th Heaven’s Army is made up of 500,000 warriors. There are 350,000 immortals ranging from True Immortals to Immortal Lords. Aside from them, there are 140,000 demigods, each a force to be reckoned with, 900 gods, 98 Supremes, and two Celestials.

The Heaven’s Court is known as one of the giants of the universe, not only because they have stopped the Paragon time and time again, but also because they have the warriors to back their claim.

The 25th legion had been stationed at the borders of the Beast Universe, a place that most demons pass through to get to the Righteous Faction territory.

Their 10th unit, commanded by ten gods, 20,000 demigods, and 50,000 immortals, was the closest to the location where the Mad Hunter was tracked, so they were deployed to take him out.

The first to arrive on the scene were 10,000 immortals, 2,000 demigods, and three gods.

The next batch was 10 minutes away. However, they believed that with this much force, they would have the upper hand.

After all, what could seven people do against such an overwhelming unit?

However, they were terribly mistaken.

The Mad Hunter wasn’t given that ‘Mad’ title for nothing. He was someone deserving of that title, and the entire universe is aware of this.

From time to time, dungeons open, and beasts sent by the Foreign Race come out. If they are not cleared early, an outbreak capable of destroying an entire planet within hours would erupt.

When Hunter was just a True Immortal, he travelled to a planet in the Demon Universe, where his mission was to train with monks and learn how to control his emotions.

It was a few weeks after he and his brother slaughtered an entire settlement of demon savages who liked to prey on the weak.

While he was with the monks, a dungeon opened, and in less than an hour, there was an outbreak.

That planet was meant to be home to demons who sought peace, so an outbreak wasn’t something they were prepared for.

Hunter had to step in, and for six hours, he fought and killed over 300,000 Foreign Race beasts, making sure not even a single person living on that planet was touched.

Among the 300,000 monsters, 3,000 were demigods.

After the massacre, he was given the title Mad. Soon, his name switched from Hunter to the Mad Hunter, a befitting name for a hunter whose blade doesn’t rest until the last foe is cut down.

Now, watching from all over the universe, all who knew the legend of the Mad Hunter could only stare with their jaws hanging loose as the red-haired Blood Demon killed with a calm look on his face.

Swords zipped through the air, killing and drinking the blood of their victims.

Hunter himself moved like a blur, with three gods surrounding him. All three of them had already sustained grave injuries, while Hunter looked squeaky clean.

Even if he were injured, with blood filling the space, he could heal.

A god wielding a mace appeared behind Hunter while a sword-wielding god appeared in front, hoping to trap him in. However, Hunter didn’t even bother to move despite the attacks coming at him.

“You people never learn.”

Just as he said that, a scream came from the god wielding the mace.

Under everyone’s stunned gaze, the god lost his hand, causing the mace to fall. But he never even got the chance to look at his severed hand when a sword pierced through the mouth he used to scream.

When it came out the other side, the god’s body withered, and he dropped, dying like he was merely a bug.

The sword that killed him trembled, waves of energy surging out of it.

The other god with the sword and the one holding a shield retreated, their expressions showing fear. Hunter smirked and turned toward the sword with a smile.

“Go back inside, Lucian. The battle is still far from completion, so become a God Sword as soon as possible.”

“Okay, Master.”

The sword vanished, and Hunter turned back to the two remaining gods. “Well then, I need more God Swords, so how about you hand over your heads?”

He moved and arrived before the sword-wielding god, his wide slash landing on the god’s shoulder.

His armour managed to block some of the attack, but it was cut, and his shoulder was also injured. Even so, the moment the sword left his skin, a kick landed on his head, sending him flying back.

The shield bearer frowned and threw his shield, hoping to send Hunter flying back. However, he was soon horrified when Hunter vanished, appearing behind him.

In a fluid motion, his sword moved, and the god was stabbed through the heart. Hunter controlled another sword, which stabbed through his head, and like the first sword, this one absorbed the blood and core of the god.

“Same thing, Mika. Become a God Sword.”

“Okay, Master.”

Just like that, two gods died, and the third one was next.

Uncle Jojo was moving across the battlefield like a drunkard, a technique he had created and mastered over time. As he swayed from one side to another, a grin could be seen on his face.

His gauntlets, coated in ice, only needed one true blow to draw holes through hearts or shatter heads. He didn’t even bother to cover his back since he knew Hunter had his back.

They had fought together many times, so all five Blood Guards only focused on their massacre, knowing there were at least five demigod-level swords watching their backs.

Uncle Xian was also making all axe wielders watching proud. One may think an axe wielder would have a much slower killing speed due to how heavy their weapons are.

Uncle Xian was proving them wrong while showing them all that even with a heavy axe, his killing speed wasn’t being affected.

On the side, Lady Elysia was still seated, her expression calm, though one could tell just by sitting there that her aura kept rising.

In the past, whenever someone died in their race, she became stronger. At first, many thought she had a hand in their deaths. However, it soon became clear that her bloodline and class made it so that as long as she was within the proximity of death, she grew stronger.

Millions of deaths occurred while she was on Earth. While they weren’t as powerful as the ones she had experienced in the past, she gained so much from it, and now, with two gods dead, over 500 demigods, and thousands of immortals killed, her strength far surpassed what one could imagine.

While this massacre was ongoing, inside over a dozen spaceships, thousands of furious warriors watched as their fellow warriors were being slaughtered.

One bad thing about technological advancement in this era was how easy it was to stream just about anything. This battle was being streamed live, and so they could see how two of their gods were slaughtered among thousands of others.

Some of the ships were several light-years ahead, so it was clear they would arrive much faster than the others.

Inside a ship several light-years away, two Celestials sat with furious expressions as they watched their warriors being slaughtered.

“Today, if these bastards don’t die by my hands, I will change my name to Stupid.” His anger burned with untamed killing intent.

“Relax, Lu. We will kill him today, even if his so-called father were to appear and try to save him.”