I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse

In fact this was the most logical approach I'd think of, anyone would think of. But these Hescos aimed to do something different. They wanted to hit the shields and release the barrier standing between their forces up there and my forces here.

The more I thought about this, the more unsettled I became. Something was wrong here, terribly wrong without doubt.

If they got a way to send out tons of forces through the forts, then why would they bother linking the entire battlefield together?

All they had to do was to just send more forces from out there and let them come and join the fight. Was it the rate of their forces that made them make such a decision? Or was it something else?

I couldn't tell.

And when I thought about these weapons, I still grew more suspicious about them. They were enough to take down tons of armies without blinking.

So why didn't they just use them? Why did they just aim at the shields?

Even if I got all these thoughts, I knew I wouldn't be able to get the right answer right now. All I wanted to do was to stop these weapons from turning my shields into a useless pie.

Without hesitating any longer, I moved my chariot fast. There were tons of threats everywhere right now, but the greatest threat came from none other than these weapons.

If the Hescos thought that I'd sit by the side, watching them devastate my shields without doing anything, then they were wrong.

Most of the armies they brought out to protect these weapons were already on their way down to the lowest layers. They wouldn't be able to step in and help in defending these weapons in time.

"Take these down!" Since the addition of Sara and other generals to the battlefield, I didn't need to use the sharp edge of my fallen gods.

They were left on my chariot, working as watchers on the side. But now it was time for them to shine.

I pointed in cold blood towards all these grand weapons, giving the order to destroy them in one fell swoop.

The next moment the entire world shone brighter and the entire higher layers were bathed under flickering blinding lights.

The attacks landed fiercely and without showing any mercy to the weapons and Hescos protecting them. The entire place shook violently and I couldn't tell what the result of such a brutal attack was until a few minutes passed.

During these minutes, the entire battleground spread and expanded, turning into some sort of life and death fighting between the two sides at the lowest layers.

The enemies didn't look quite well, as did my forces as well. Both sides were entangled in such a bloody fight, and I couldn't tell who was winning and who was losing.

Amidst such chaotic battle, I knew without using grand weapons or formidable forces, a victory or loss wouldn't be decided this fast.

I wanted to help, wanted to use the rest of my fallen gods to stabilise the situation. I wanted to take out the insane amount of monster warriors lying in my inventory alongside all the warriors I got from Silverlining.

This was the moment in which many of these forces would be put to good use. Or else what was the benefit of having such grand force without having the chance to use them at such deadly and crucial moments?

But before I'd make up my mind, I had to wait first to see the result of that grand attack over these weapons. They were the imminent threat my forces were facing at the moment.

Unbelievable sounds of explosions started to wreak havoc across the world, all coming from the places of these weapons. This was a good sign indeed, but I couldn't celebrate before seeing the result with my own eyes.

After a few minutes, the blinding light at these zones started to fade slowly. I finally started to see the result, and what I saw truly shocked me deep down to the bone.

"These… They are all fake weapons? Dammit!" I gritted my teeth the moment I made out what was left behind the scary attacks of my fallen gods.

The weapons that looked like nothing could challenge them turned into scrapped and melted metal. The remaining of these weapons got scattered across a grand zone, making it like these weapons were made out of cheapest ores in the entire universe.

I couldn't believe it! Was all this just a fake front? A play these Hescos performed to force me away from the ground battle? Force me to retreat?

The moment I realised this my blood started to boil in rage. I got fooled! I was well played by these damn Hescos.

Just thinking about my sense of fear and desire to retreat and take my forces away made me close from coughing up blood.

"Good… Great Hescos, that was indeed great," I found myself laughing without the ability to control my rage. All the weapons around were smashed into nothing. And most of the Hescos who came out here were already back in the underground forts, shielding themselves from the scary blasts of my fallen gods, or on their way down to the lowest layers.

They might have thought I'd be shitless scared from these weapons to the degree of trying to run away. And I was truly going to do so. Luckily for me I didn't.

I coldly turned my eyes towards the swarms of Hescos flying or climbing down towards the lowest layers. I now realised why they were on such an urge to get down there, join the battle despite bringing out such scary looking weapons.

They were fooling me! And the thought of being this close to getting tricked by such a cheap one made me much angrier.

"Attack," without any prior hesitation, I led my chariot down while giving my fallen gods the order with a voice that came from my locked up teeth, "don't stop firing, attack, attack everywhere and anyone of these damn Hescos!"