I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse

As they were generals, I didn't need to reason with them using words or personal might. I controlled my chariot, flew directly towards them, moving in a direct path to welcome their approach.

Aside from them being a hot cake in my eyes, a trophy I wouldn't say no to acquire, I wanted to go over them and head towards the place they came from.

I was lucky to find such a paragon nearby. But I doubted I'd find another paragon this easily. The one who kept hammering my shields using his artefact stopped attacking. And that meant one thing; he already started to run away for his life.

The only lead I got was these generals. In such distressed times, the only place that could harbour such a big gathering of generals and elite soldiers would be the main base of the enemy.

And I'd safely assume the presence of at least a couple of paragons over there to supervise over the entire progress of this war.

As I decided to take them under my wing, I instantly put away everything in my hand and started to use my techniques with both hands.

At the same time I spread tons of bones around. I wanted to push my techniques to the max, ending up wrapping this entire force in the shortest amount of time possible.

My sudden reaction instantly took them by surprise. These generals and soldiers seemed to expect my run for my life. Least they knew they just delivered themselves into the mouth of the lion.

I didn't act any polite, and started controlling all of them using my threads. As my chariot passed through them, whoever stood in my path was knocked away and fell to the ground.

Even those didn't escape the fate of getting controlled by my threads. After less than ten minutes, the entire shocking and terrifying forces of the Hescos ended up in my clutches.

Even the ones who were underground didn't escape such fate. They all got under my control, and I forced them all to sign a loyalty contract with me.

Dealing with anyone but a paragon was a breeze for me. No matter how strong or well prepared one was, he'd end up falling under my thread control, signing a contract in the end.

As I controlled them all, I gave the order to retreat all the way back to the initial group of shields around the hole opening.

I waited for this long to gain control over these generals and elites. I wouldn't risk losing any under any circumstance.

If not for me not knowing the precise location of the portal leading to Earth, and I didn't want to waste time in doing the trip out there using the staff, I'd better be more reassured and send them over to Earth.

Yet that group of shields over the hole opening was already a secure zone in this massive war. I sent them off, and headed towards the direction of the main base.

"What's your name?" as I didn't see anything for tens of miles ahead, I had to ask this cowardice paragon about the information regarding their formations and line up.

"I'm Matte," he said, in a shaky tone that showed how scared this dude was.

"Tell me, Matte, where is the main base of the Hectors in this region?" I spoke with a smile that wasn't like one.

He was a paragon, one of the highest authority individuals in the Hescos race here. If someone would know about the location of the main base, the routes of their escape, and much more knowledge, then it'd be him.

"Well…" his tone shook a little before my face changed. I took out my glaive, held it upside down, took out a random fabric and started to clean it from the non-existent dust or blood stain.

When he saw my glaive, his body trembled. It was a shame that I couldn't see his face or else I'd have seen a priceless look of fear over there.

"I… I know little information about the main base and the ongoing operation… I believe… I believe I can't be of any help to you, sir."

"Matte… Oh my poor little Matte… Do you know how much I hate liars and tricksters?" I stopped wiping my glaive, rotated it in circles before fiercely slamming it against the back of my chariot, "even if it was a paragon, I won't hesitate to kill him for lying to me."

My eyes, tone, and attitude were all icy cold. I glared at him with no shred of mercy or apprehension to his current tough position.

As he became my man, he had to fulfil his duties without looking back to the past. I waited and didn't say more. And when a few minutes passed without saying anything, I raised my glaive over my head, with the intention of cutting him into pieces.

"Wait… Wait… I'll tell you what you want to know…" once he saw the same scary glaive rise high up in the air, that Matte was this close from pissing on himself.

"I need to know everything," I coldly said, without moving my glaive away from the air.

"Then… Can you please move this away?" I couldn't see his face, but it seemed he would have an ashen white face at this moment.

His trauma from my glaive seemed to go much deeper than I expected.

"I won't move it away until I'm satisfied with your answers," I didn't show him any speck of mercy and waited for him to spill out all the beans he got.

Under the threat of my glaive, Matte started to speak about what he knew.

I didn't need to ask anything and kept glaring at him. As I kept my silence, he kept speaking and telling everything he knew about the general layout of the Hescos forces here.

And when I didn't say anything, he went from just telling me general information into giving me secrets and many details about the Hescos way of planning this war from the start.