I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse

The attack came in sudden fashion, taking the incoming Hescos by surprise.

The Hescos never imagined my forces kept such a big hand hidden. And what gave them more surprise was the fact that these attacks dealt great harm to the Hescos.

The Hescos were a proud race, very confident in their suits. They had no reason to doubt their suits to take such hits and defend against such attacks without failing.

But reality proved them wrong. Just watching them from afar forced a big smile on my face. I could see loads of Hescos dying and much more getting different degrees of wounds.

The Hescos never escaped such deadly attacks. Even the flying ones didn't fare any better than the ones at the ground.

Many were killed, and many more were wounded. But that wasn't what made me grin in such content and happiness.

When the first wave of attacks landed, another wave of attacks started to follow. And in the middle of all this mess, the forces with suits who laid all this time in wait started to move.

The waves of attack came towards the distant Hescos. But that meant the ones that appeared from the ground in the middle of my forces were free.

Leaving such force unhindered would bring more trouble to my forces. And thinking about using the big guns against this group was insane.

The missiles and rockets used wouldn't differentiate between a friend or a foe. So using the forces with suits was the best way to handle such a tricky situation.

And above all, I admired the timing that the grand general used the forces with suits to handle the Hescos in the middle of my forces.

This was a simple move, but it meant that the grand general was indeed a genius. I loved having more of such brilliant and capable generals by my side.

I saw my human arsenal of big guns in action before. But I didn't get the chance to watch these suits.

I still had one stored in my inventory, and I didn't get time to play with it. But if these suits proved to be strong, then I'd surely start using my own suit.

I looked over and the first thing I noticed was these suits enabled their wearers to fly. And their flying speed was quite fast.

Long trails of smoke gushed out from their backs, leaving behind long lines of different coloured smoke while the suit owners were flying towards their foes.

Just from looking at this scene from my perspective, I felt how strong these suits were.

The overall number of these suit owners was in hundreds of thousands. But weirdly enough, only ten thousands moved out while the rest lied in wait.

The more I looked at such an arrangement, the more I admired this grand general's mind and military tactics.

Even when he got such a chance to hit the enemy hard, he didn't lose his cool and kept thinking about further steps ahead.

Keeping most of the suit owners behind was a risky move, but it was worth it. Even I couldn't say for sure that these ten thousand suit owners were enough to handle the hundreds of thousands of Hescos scattered among my forces.

But if he made such a decision, he must have his reasons. And like this, most of the suit force would be kept hidden, giving the enemy a false impression without doubt.

That was a good move. I wouldn't even think about doing such a thing. After all, I didn't need any tricks like these to trick the enemy. If I spotted an enemy, I'd use everything in my power to crush him without showing mercy.

The sight of these incoming suits attracted the attention of the Hescos coming out from the ground. I knew their tactic required the digging Hescos to work as vanguards, distracting the defensive troops and messing with their lines.

Then when the aerial and ground Hescos would arrive, only massacre awaited my forces.

However they never expected me to have such deadly weapons. Right now the aerial and ground Hescos troops were struggling to march forward, even stepping over the dead bodies of their kind with each mile they crossed.

Their advancement speed got lowered dramatically, and they even showed many gaps in their tight and formidable formation.

That was expected. But despite all these losses, they kept pressing forward.

If one looked at this situation, he might think the grand general of the Hescos was poorly performing. However I knew he was forced to do that.

If he stopped the attack, then hundreds of thousands of Hescos would be massacred. Even if he decided to sacrifice these forces, he couldn't protect the faraway Hescos without fully withdrawing from this battleground.

Hescos built tons of defences, sacrificed lots of time and resources to turn this place into such an impregnable fort. But weirdly against their expectations and planning, they were the ones thinking about running away, not my forces.

It was funny. But thinking about running away and leaving all these things behind was a grave mistake.

This might be considered a tight defensive formation made out by the Hescos. But if my forces controlled this region, then all these defences would turn out to be serving my troops.

In other words, these defences would turn from being a knife threatening my forces' throats, into a mighty shield protecting them.

If the Hescos thought again about coming to my forces, they'd have to pay a much heftier price than they were paying right now. And victory wasn't even guaranteed on top of that.

They couldn't escape from here, couldn't retreat and station themselves at the forts and walls they built. The only way they got there was to keep moving forward. And by that, they got to suffer more deadly strikes from my big guns.

Watching them suffer made me happy. I even laughed at their struggle. They thought high and haughty of themselves. Least they expected me to be a nut hard to crack.