The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse Chapter 956: Heavens Reject

If there are people Klaus likes more than beings from the Forbidden Universe, then it’s Heaven’s Rejects.

Just as there are Heaven’s Favourites, there are also the Rejects—those the heavens hold no remorse for. Their day-to-day activities are up to them, and whether they reach the peak will depend on their own efforts.

They are not hated like the way the heavens hate Paragons; however, they are not liked either. Their tribulations aren’t as difficult as the Paragons’, but they also won’t receive kindness like the heavens’ favourites.

Their existence is one thing that Paragons like, and Klaus has now sensed one.

During his many lives, he crossed paths with countless Heaven’s Favourites, most of whom he had killed. However, the number of Heaven Rejects he had t was few.

In his life as Fruity, he t a Heavenly Reject. Although they didn’t beco friends, he managed to see sothing in them. This feeling was now being stirred as he looked at the Black Panther.

To a Paragon, Heaven’s Rejects are diamonds.

In a twisted kind of way, the Rejects by the heavens are the favourites of the Paragon, and Klaus can sense why.

Perhaps in his many lives, he failed to connect with Heaven’s Rejects, but now, with his Star Monarch bloodline, he seems to know exactly what he has to do and what must be done.

The Black Panther is resonating more deeply with his Star Monarch bloodline than any other he had t or given his blood to.

Deep down, Klaus knew the Black Panther also sensed so form of connection with him.

It seed strange and, in a way, very strange, but they both sensed it.

It was like they were ant to et. So, as he toured the Panther Cult barracks and every other place Klaus and Jane were taken, he continued to analyze the Black Panther subtly.

’To think Earth even has a Heaven’s Reject and he had even risen to the Ascension stage in under 60 years... This is good.’

Klaus was already impressed with what he saw, and now, he started planning how to make the heavens bleed even more.

"So this is everyone. There are 2,500 fighters and 500 healers in the Panther Cult. We have already planned everything for the upcoming battle, so the only thing left is for the battle to co."

"I see. This is a good lineup, and with you leading them, I know they will do more than they appear to be." Klaus was impressed with their strength.

There are over 300 Void-stage warriors, over a thousand Ascendants, though most had just reached the Ascendant stage, and the rest are Transcendents.

Their strongest healer is at the Chaos stage.

"I also believe with your force joining mine, we can indeed handle the upcoming battle without much stress," Prince Challa said with a smile.

"I think so, too."

After a few more exchanges, Klaus, Jane, and the Princess left and headed to the Border Tribe to et the Border Guards.

When they were gone, the six generals under the Black Panther approached him...

"So what do you think, my Prince?" one of them asked.

He didn’t imdiately answer them. Instead, she turned and looked at them and then sighed.

"I don’t know how deep his strength goes, but I have a feeling he is no less strong than , maybe even stronger. But who knows? Though you six have to know, if he wants you dead, he can easily kill all six of you with a snap of his finger."

They were all left stunned.

Though their prince might have exaggerated a few details in their opinion, hearing him say all kinds of good things about Klaus was already enough to tell them how important he views him.

Klaus, Jane, and Princess Eshira spent a couple of minutes at the Border Tribe, and after seeing everything there was to see, they left for the Mountain Tribe, where the Mountain Bulldogs were waiting for them.

Klaus had to give it to them; each unit had sothing unique to offer.

He observed that the Panther Cult prioritized the preservation of warrior lives, making their healers their top priority.

anwhile, the Border Tribe and the Mountain Tribe placed more emphasis on the combat aspect, so they had more warriors than healers.

But he knew with over 500 healers in the Panther Cult, they wouldn’t have to fear injuries.

"Looks like your Bast Race has interesting folks, especially the Mountain Tribe. They are easygoing and simple," Klaus said on their way from the Mountain Tribe to go see the last unit, the Dora Minake.

"I suppose you can say that. But you should also know the Border Tribe is also easygoing."

Klaus nodded, but his favorite so far was the Mountain Tribe. They each had muscular fras and wielded heavenly weapons.

Soon, they neared the base of the Dora Minake.

From before the jet even landed, Klaus could already sense a few powerful glares aid in their direction.

This imdiately prompted him to recall the rules.

’No staring at them in the eye for more than five seconds. No handshakes and probably no jokes too.’

When they alighted, Klaus scanned the area and could only count 500 ladies. The weakest among them was a level 7 Ascendant.

Naturally, he was taken aback when he saw they had all bald heads and wielded spears.

"This is their look. Every last one of them uses a spear, and as you can see, they don’t have ti to let their hair get in the way of business, so they shaved that too," Princess Eshira whispered.

"I suppose that is practical in a way." Klaus couldn’t deny the logic behind that.

"General Okoye, pleasure to see you again. This is Klaus Hanson and his sister Jane. I know you probably know more about him than anyone, considering you were the only one who read my mission report, so why don’t you two catch up? Jane and I will have a look around."

Just like that, the princess left Klaus with the emotionless bald-headed demon.

Klaus looked her in the eye, and even after five seconds, he didn’t look away. Then a smile appeared on his lips, shattering all the rules the princess had told him.

"Though we don’t know each other and haven’t t before in this life, I have a feeling we will be best friends."

Klaus extended his hand for a handshake, which for a mont felt like a go-ahead for the Yama King to co from the underworld and claim his soul.

However, to his shock, and perhaps to the warriors around, the bald-headed general of the Dora Minake took Klaus’s hand and shook it.

"I know I will be seeing you again, Master," General Okoye said with a slight smile.

Klaus’s smile also blood. "I suppose you can say I was also looking forward to eting you again, Kaida. Looks like you have beco much more powerful and beautiful even without your true bloodline."

General Okoye smiled. "I think we all know that it is impossible to awaken by bloodline without the master’s blood."

"I guess so. Though I have to give it to you, Kaida, you look good being bald."

The general blushed slightly, sothing that left all the warriors puzzled to the point that a few started wiping their eyes to see if their eyes were deceiving them.