The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse

Chapter 1082: Wedding Of The Century (1)

“Hi, this is Mumskid, with the Controversial News Channel reporting live from the wedding grounds where our very own Klaus Hanson will be marrying his 27 wives in what promises to be one of the grandest weddings ever witnessed in the history of Earth.

As you can see, the invited guests have already started arriving.” A new face, a beautiful Asian lady, appeared on everyone’s screen reporting the events from Klaus’s wedding.

After it was discovered that the face of the Controversial News Channel was the Princess of the Bast race, a new reporter took charge.

Of course, her name is anything but ridiculous.

Mumskid had been mentored by KKkickinIt in the past years, so she is well-equipped to handle the channel into the foreseeable future.

“I know we all are aware of the ladies who, from today onward, will be known as Mrs. Klaus or perhaps Mrs. Hanson, whatever works, I guess.

However, to make the day more official and show everyone the kind of amazing women who will become the other half of our protector, Klaus Hanson, I went undercover to get more intimate info on them, and I will be sharing it with you all today.”

Hearing this, everyone’s interest was piqued.

They all wanted to know more about the ladies who would be supporting their man in the many tough times ahead. Currently, Klaus is the most respected and influential person on Earth.

Everybody likes him, which is odd considering he is a paragon.

But they all love him, and as such, he has become something of an idol to many. This naturally made them overprotective of him.

So in a way, they wanted to know the women in his life.

Thankfully, the Controversial News Channel had them covered. With their owner set to become one of these women, she managed to get her people in to gather some tidbits for the blog.

Lucy’s images appeared.

They showed one in her combat form and one in her everyday appearance. When she is not in combat, her appearance reveals that she leads a regular and normal life like everybody else.

“I think we both know and recognize the Queen of Vine, Lucy Ross, the first woman to capture the Overlord of Earth’s heart.

What many of you don’t know is that she is actually a real queen of a secret race on Earth. From what I was told and what I discovered, she is the Queen of the Sylvan race.

They are a race of healers, and from what I discovered, the life and death of our warriors will depend on them.

So after the awakening, if your brothers and sisters come back to you and say how close they came to death yet somehow they didn’t die, know that the Queen of the Sylvan and her people were the reason.

She has a significant role to play, and therefore, supporting her in your prayers would be ideal.” Discover more novels at NoveI[F]ire.net

The next image is Miriam… “Up next, we have the War Goddess herself.” Mumskid smiled…

“Turns out even our Overlord Klaus has a thing for the heavy-chested ones.” She giggled, “I was told exclusively that from the first day he set his sights on her chest… errrh, I mean on her. The first time he set his sights on her, he fell in love with her.

Rumor in the 27 women’s harem says his dream of sleeping between some rather pleasant pillows was what drove him to pursue her. Thankfully, our very own War Goddess didn’t deny our prince his fantasy.”

Everyone watching couldn’t help but laugh. It was nice for them to hear a more human side of Klaus and his wives. Of course, Mumskid was overexaggerating some things, but it was all true.

This made everyone extremely happy.

Even the men of culture who heard what drove Klaus to pursue Miriam could only give him a thumbs up.

Hashtags #BoobsAreTheWay, #Boobs4life, and #BoobIsPillow started going viral on the internet. Klaus, who was watching this, could only shake his head and smile.

“This lady is even more shameless than Princess Eshira,” he muttered, already aware of this insider information given to Mumskid to spice things up.

“But this is nice… After all, in three days, the world will come to an end, so there is no better time to make people laugh.”

Klaus watched as the next lady appeared. This lady, of course, was Ohema, the princess of the Moon Race.

“I was told Princess Ohema was Klaus’s secret guardian, providing for him just when he started out as a warrior.

She protected him both physically and financially, and even now, she continues to support the empire he is building. Talk about women in finance… I say she is the idol of every young female entering the business industry.

However, make no mistake, she is also a warrior capable of protecting her man and everybody else.”

As she continued with her introduction of the ladies, more guests arrived.

These guests included the various Heads of the Great Families, Legacy Families, Military Personnel, businesspeople, notable warriors, friends, and family.

Meanwhile, Klaus was already clad in a fine Italian suit, hand-stitched and ironed using an old coal box iron, which gave it a rather ancient, pleasant smell.

His five uncles, namely, Jojo, James, Xian, Mark, and Ziggy, were also around him, all clad in fine suits and ready.

But they weren’t the only ones. Around him, clad in little suits, were his nine soul bodies. They looked so adorable that Klaus could only shake his head, wondering what his mom was thinking, dressing these troublemakers.

Of course, Paragon, his first soul body, which represented his first incarnation, was not thrilled about being used as a parade item for Klaus’s wedding, but after being convinced by Klaus’s mom, he agreed to allow himself to be dressed.

Now, standing with his other eight identical brothers, clad in a purple suit, he couldn’t help but smile, knowing it wasn’t too bad after all.

“Your Pops would be proud of the man you have become, Klaus,” Uncle Ziggy said, sipping wine.

Klaus smiled and responded, “I know, Uncle Ziggy. Too bad he isn’t here with us.”

“True. But wherever he is, I am sure he is watching all this with a smile on his face.”

“I hope so.”

Klaus’s mom entered the room in that instant, looking very stunning.

Naturally, Klaus’s good looks were inherited from his mother. However, even he paled in comparison to the silver-haired beauty who was clad in a silver gown.

Her beauty was accentuated by the way her gown clung perfectly to her body. It was like she wanted to make a statement today, telling everyone who the mother of the most handsome warrior in the universe, as Klaus claims, was.

“Come on, Mom, at this rate, you are just trying to outdo me in the good look department on my own wedding day,” Klaus said, giving her a small hug.

“It is not my fault your looks aren’t adequate to match me,” his mom said, squeezing his hand, telling him she was there for him.

If there was anyone happier, then it was she whose son was finally marrying his many wives.

“There is one person missing,” Klaus’s mom said, but at that moment, the door opened, and Old Lu walked in, looking bald as always.

“It is almost time,” he said, flashing Klaus a happy smile.

With his Uncle Monk finally by his side, Klaus knew the time had come…