The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse Chapter 1370 1370: God Of War Art

The God of War Art is a technique he found when he first opened the Tower of Inheritance. He didn't touch it back then, but he had it at the back of his mind that when he one day becos an Immortal, he would learn it.

The main reason was that he had heard of the God of War before.

During the Primordial Era, there was a warrior who was proficient in all the arts of combat. They said he could wield any weapon and use any fighting style he deed perfect for a specific battle.

Nobody knows when he vanished, but it was said that he left his battle art for a worthy warrior to inherit.

Klaus had searched for it during the Renegade Era and the Calamity Era. Both Fruity and Magnus searched for it for thousands of years, and he is sure his other incarnations searched for the sa thing, too.

Now that he has gotten his hands on it, there is just no telling how happy he feels. He had already concluded that the idea of his Weapons Overlord class ca from that battle art.

The ability to use any weapon is similar to the God of War Art, so he is both happy and thrilled to have finally received the main thing.

If he can learn this technique, there is a good chance he will be able to utilise his class more effectively. The stars know he would need his class fully utilised with the kind of life he is about to live.

He picked up the manual and walked to a cultivation mat and sat down. The mont he sat down, his mind cleared, allowing him to fully concentrate on the task at hand.

Klaus made the manual hover before him for a few minutes before concentrating his consciousness into it.

This isn't his first ti interacting with technique manuals that send one's consciousness to a realm where one must interact with the technique's runes before grasping its content.

The mont his consciousness entered the realm, he blacked out. When he regained consciousness, he found himself in a mist of clouds, seated on one of them.

A couple of kilotres away, a towering statue with six pairs of hands stood imposing and extrely handso. If not because Klaus had seen many giants in the many lives he had lived, he would have mistaken it for a giant.

Well, he wouldn't be blad, considering it is a giant statue that looks almost real. He focused on the statue for a few minutes before he willed the cloud to move closer.

As he moved closer, he began to see more of the statue than he had initially thought. First, in one of the twelve arms, a great sword appeared.

As he moved closer, a spear appeared in another hand, followed by an axe, a mace, a scythe, and soon all kinds of weapons filled the twelve arms.

It was after the twelve hands were occupied with weapons that Klaus noticed a figure appear on the head of the statue. By then, he was twenty ters away from the statue.

Just when he saw the person, his body was lifted into the air, and before he knew it, he was standing on the head of the statue, facing a handso man, more handso than even him.

He is tall, fairly muscular, and oozing with rizz simply from how perfect his dark hair fell down his back.

"I am Ares. How may I address you?" he spoke, his voice much deeper than Klaus's.

"Klaus."

"So tell , Klaus, where did you find my manual?" The question ca out casual, but it carried so weight. Klaus knew this was where he would determine whether he was worthy of learning the God of War manual or not.

So giving him a precise answer is a must. Thankfully, the three weeks he spent researching the owner of the inheritance tower weren't for nothing.

"I received this manual after inheriting the tower from a legendary warrior nad Odin."

Ares furrowed his brow, a bit intrigued, a bit apprehensive.

"There are many mysteries of the universe, Klaus," Ares said, taking a step forward. "One of those mysteries was the one called Odin. So say he was born on the sa day the universe was born.

So say he ca from beyond this universe.

Many said many things. But there is one thing I am certain of: the na Odin cannot be ntioned casually.

Zeus, Poseidon, Indra, Shiva, Tyr, and the like are nas that have been wiped from the records mainly because of the power they carry.

Not just anyone can ntion those nas and stay alive for long. In fact, those nas are banned from ever being uttered, not when the last child hasn't appeared yet.

So tell , Klaus, why were you able to ntion his na and stay alive?" Ares was standing before Klaus when he asked, his eyes looking directly at his face, reading everything about him.

He panicked but remained standing, showing no fear whatsoever. Ares looked imposing, but Klaus had already lived full lives and rembered them, so he tapped into that experience to keep his calm.

But when he tried to speak, his answer caught in his throat. Eventually, he spoke the words he wanted to say.

"I am a Forbidden Child."

Ares raised his brow…

"A paragon, huh. So you actually exist." A pale smile appeared on his face, then turned into laughter, one that ca from deep within his soul. "Destiny is indeed a bitch."

Klaus allowed Ares to have his fair share of laughter. He seed amused by sothing, so he let him have his laugh. After five minutes, he cald down and turned to Klaus.

"You were a myth, kid. During my ti, when everything went to shit, it was said you would co. The one destined to end it all, they said.

I died before it all happened, so I never t you. But I guess eting you today is destiny. You and I share so form of destiny that I am sure had sothing to do with my battle art. Otherwise, soone like , a being destined to kill the paragon, wouldn't be smiling with you right now."

Klaus took a few steps back, his expression turning dark.

"But then again, that bastard ca and destroyed the tiline, so I suppose our eting today is destiny's way of telling I now have a new mission."

"Which is," Klaus asked, his expression still dark.

"Help you."

Klaus stopped frowning as his expression turned from dark to confused. Just now, Ares said he was ant to kill him. This ant he was ant to kill Klaus in his first incarnation.

That, in a way, made him a bit apprehensive. It is not every day one ets their enemy and smiles with them, so he was scared there for a second.

But hearing him say his job now was to aid him was a bit shocking, all things considered.

"Why?" He asked.

"Beat , Klaus. All I can tell you is that the mysteries of the heavens go beyond what you know. There is more at play than you can start to imagine.

I was ant to kill you, not because you were a threat. You were soone outside the rules, and so the universe would love you eliminated.

However, if she had sent you here today, then it ans sothing is terribly wrong. So wrong that the universe needed a paragon's help."

Ares smiled and then added with a grin, "Yes, Klaus, the heavens want you dead, but it also needs your help."