I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse

I watched the three sides getting entangled with each other, while the Hescos fell into sudden chaos thanks to such a scheme.

They were just having absolute advantage, this close from crushing my forces and being supreme in the sky.

They were just this close from turning this entire battle to their favour. Even when my forces retreated, they looked like headless flies, taking them all the way over to the precious dens and the priceless line of support of my warriors.

I could imagine their line of thoughts, how even their leaders envisioned turning the table of this brutal war around.

The tables did indeed turn, but opposite to what they expected. The more I thought about what these two sneaky generals did, the more I laughed.

It was great to have such capable people on my side. And that proved my earlier choice of supporting this kid was right.

I watched the Hescos getting entangled in between the two armies that appeared all of sudden. They tried to fight back, but the first kick was really bad.

The Hescos were still having the upper hand in terms of numbers. But under the sudden ambush, their numbers didn't matter much.

The two armies that came from the front and back moved in unison to achieve one goal; divide the Hescos. Under the panic that Hescos felt, this plan worked brilliantly well.

Fighting millions in one go was insane to any force no matter what. But when the Hescos got divided into many smaller groups, things became much easier for my forces.

The apaches merged with the remaining forces of the suits, dived deeper into the lines of the Hescos. The Hescos had to divide up to evade getting killed. And those who were brave enough to stand in the way of the incoming apaches and suits were mercilessly slain.

As for the main killers, this job was left over for the zombies. It was a reasonable and logical decision. After all, the two generals could lead the apaches and suits, but not the zombies.

The zombies moved in ferocious ways, killing every single Hescos standing in their path. As they were still retaining their bloody nature, they grouped over the Hescos, killing them group by group.

That made few of Hescos escape, but it didn't matter much. The ones who were lucky enough to escape such a tight net were either hunted down by the suits and apaches, or shot down by the ground weapons.

It was a total massacre, and the Hescos tried to run everywhere, resulting in expanding the magnitude of this battle to cover the entire sky over the central region.

No matter where they tried to run to, they got shot and killed in the end. Only a few managed to escape to the sky over their crumbling defensive zone, managing to escape with their lives intact.

In less than two hours, the grand number of Hescos diminished by almost fifty percent. The remaining ones were trying their best either to escape, or group together and form a last standing battle for them.

I saw many Hescos coming to their rescue from far away. But no matter what, the moment these reinforcements arrived, more flying zombies appeared to reinforce my forces, entrapping the incoming reinforcements of Hescos, rendering them powerless and pointless.

After this getting repeated for a few times, the Hescos seemed to give up saving their entrapped forces. It made sense to take such a decision, or else they'd end up sending more of their elites to their demise.

From what I noticed, the flying Hescos entrapped there seemed to be the main force they had. After five hours, the entrapped Hescos seemed to lose close to their eighty percent, and the rest were on the verge of getting killed.

During this time, the ground battle became more bloody than before. The Hescos were like wounded beasts after the big loss of their flying legions.

So they tried to make up to that loss by sending more elites to the ground battles. My ground forces got stuck to their positions, unable to step forward anymore.

But for anyone with little brain, it was obvious such a stalemate was temporary. The moment the aerial battle ended, the flying lesions on my side would join and that would turn the ground battle to my favour.

The ground forces seemed to get a grasp of that situation. So even with the desperate retaliation coming from the Hescos, they stood their grounds and didn't retreat nor budge.

They kept fighting bloody battles, losing too much in short hours. But that was worth it. After eight hours, the entire aerial battle power of the Hescos got annihilated successfully. And now it was time for the aerial force to join the battle.

The moment that happened, the ground forces of Hescos looked as weak as paper. They couldn't stop the advance of my ground forces supported by the aerial apaches, suits, and zombies.

When I thought this was going to snowball and be the spark that'd take down the entire defensive zone, the Hescos activated their scary defensive weapon.

A shield started to appear over the defensive zone, coming from the deepest parts and slowly approaching. This defensive shield had the power to take down most of my forces. And even I knew it was going to be nasty.

The first thing the generals did was to call back the remaining suits and apaches. These two forces were priceless and hard to make and acquire. The same also happened to the ground forces which moved back, leaving behind enough forces to act as fodders.

The forces they left behind were mainly the remnants of the first armies that arrived here. They were lacking any cultivating, without enough power to take down Hescos.

But against defences, they were enough to bring harm just like any other forces I had. So by leaving them behind, the Hescos were forced to keep their focus over them.