I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse

It was such a grinding brutal carnage that left none alive. I didn't aim at this, and just let my threads spread and infect forces lying behind the frontline of the enemy.

And once that happened, I waited for ten minutes until my technique reached its full capacity of controlling enemies.

I got control of tens of thousands, close to one hundred thousand. I could use the power of my bones, but this would be a total waste.

My bones turned out to be such precious material, and I got to preserve them and not rashly use them like before.

In addition to that, what was the point? I'd end up doubling or tripling this number? Then what? I'd get nothing else to do in my power to turn these forces under my wing.

To do so in this world, I had to force each single one to perform an oath with me. It was just too damn troublesome and time consuming, and I wouldn't get to revise what each one wrote on the ground.

And I needed to do the same, not only once, but tens of thousands of times. Just thinking about this made me drop such an idea. It wasn't practical, not even close.

So I got another way to use these forces here. And that was what I said once my technique reached its limit.

"Attack all the forces near you, don't stop until you are dead," I shouted at these forces, giving them the order to act as a kamikaze group.

This was the only possible and useful way for these forces. Like this, they'd create havoc. And the ones falling from them would be instantly replaced by others thanks to my threads.

Just like this I ended up controlling a fixed amount of kamikaze groups in the middle of the enemy lines. And no matter how hard the enemy tried to wipe them out, they failed thanks to my threads kicking in and replacing those who already fell.

I wouldn't end up having any single soldier on my side this way, but I'd also end up messing with the enemy formation and causing enough ruckus to relieve the pressure over the frontline of my forces.

In less than half an hour, the fruits of my tactic showed themselves clear to my eyes. The frontline of the enemy lacked any reinforcements at a certain zone where my technique was working its magic there.

Then from this collapsed zone, my forces pushed to both sides, cleaning more of the enemy forces like they were death gods reapers.

This helped in pushing the frontline forward by a large distance. And with this I also moved to the front, pushing my technique and the controlled forces to hit much deeper lines of the enemy.

Five hours! It took five hours to finally create a deep gap inside the enemy lines, and the central zone was already just a couple miles away.

The lords here tried their best to throw as many forces as they could, trying to stop the kamikaze group of mine. Yet no matter what they tried, nothing worked.

This was way outside their control, and I never stopped spreading my threads over to control more of the enemy soldiers.

"F*ck you!"

Just as I arrived this close up, the two lords seemed to realise the main problem here. It was me, and they got to take me down if they wanted to survive this.

So with such a loud curse, I watched a group of flying islands coming towards me. They were around twenty in number, not that much actually but were almost two thirds of what the two lords had at this moment.

Flying islands… That indeed brought many memories back to me.

"Come out!" and as the two finally took the bait and came at me, I didn't hold back anymore and called for my dragons and fallen gods.

It was time to show them how terrifying I was.

"Attack these islands like we used to do," and in such a leisurely and carefree way, I pointed at the direction of the twenty islands and gave them the order.

Having twenty flying castles was something good indeed. So far I didn't see any lord arm up his forces in such a way.

But it wasn't enough to stop me, not even close to make me feel a little pressured.

*Rumble!* *Rumble!* *Rumble!*

And to add more to their misery, these islands lacked the sturdy shields of the ones I fought against before. The shields got smashed after a couple of attacks only, making the islands vulnerable and open for my little force attacks.

They started to fall in groups of three and five. In less than a few minutes, not a single one was present.

And unlike what I expected, the fight kept going on, meaning that the two lords weren't on board of these two islands.

"So you just sent these to keep me busy? Nice distraction tactic and such waste of good soldiers and islands," I sighed. They thought these flying islands might keep me busy for more time.

And this wasn't a first. They did the same by sending their elites to buy their forces time.

Back then they had lots of forces and advantages. So it made sense to do it. But now? It looked a bit weird.

"Don't tell me…" it suddenly flashed past my mind, "are these two trying to run away?"

There were two ways to control any land in this world. One by killing the lord, and the second was by exterminating all the forces and ruining all the buildings inside any land.

If these two lords managed to slip away with part of their forces, then it would be impossible for me to gain any of the two lands. It might look like a cowardly move, but it was the perfect defensive counter for me.

These two might go to asylum to any of the surrounding lords and keep themselves hidden for now. Damn! What I did with Lang's enemies was about to happen to me right now! How ironic!