I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse

The first wave of their attack came in such a deadly way to cause such rumbling all over the world. The difference between the strength of the two of us was demonstrated in this moment.

They got numbers, and I was superior in terms of attack might.

"Keep firing!"

"Don't mind them!"

"Keep attacking!"

In response to my sudden bellow of attacks, more shouts rose from all around, making me sigh.

These Hectors didn't just amass good soldiers, they also got capable generals, ones who would stand still like rocks in front of death itself.

Such generals weren't this easy to nourish. How long did they train their men to reach such a degree? I wanted my humans to be like them, even better.

"Keep playing with them," as for me, the next move was my technique, "just focus over those far away. Try to damage as many of these weapons as possible."

"What about those forts?" Sara asked, while the forts started to join the fight.

During the initial wave of attacks, few landed over these forts. I noticed the presence of strong shields that absorbed most of the damage.

But they still got damaged, making me realise these forts weren't as good as the flying islands the paragons used to have before.

"Not now," I decided to wait for a good moment and try to break these shields open. Then I'd lead part of my forces there.

Who knew, I might end up having few flying forts in the end.

"Ok," Sara sighed, as she seemed to be craving to go up there and have fun.

As we started this fight in such heated fashion, I started to form my first technique. This technique was useful to gain control over a large number of forces in the shortest amount of time.

What I wanted to do was to create a barrier between the forces around my chariot and the ones extending even beyond the walls of mountains.

I'd let my technique take control over the ones down below, before using the support of the warriors I recently gained to create a fierce momentum that even Hectors wouldn't stand a chance against.

The first batches to get under my control were always the longest! It took five minutes this time to control the first one, making me sure of my earlier guess.

All the forces here were all elites! Such a large number of elites with such capable leaders was something I wanted for myself.

"Jumper, order my fallen gods from now on," as I was totally absorbed in controlling the few tens of thousands of forces down my chariot and turning them into my followers, I had to entrust this task over to the jumper.

"What to do? They are doing great without any instructions!"

"Make them control the tempo," I said what I wanted, "let them attack in a circle that will expand slowly, letting a few tens of thousands in each time."

"You are such a cunning bastard!"

"Thank gods then I'm on your side," I laughed over his remark. This dude really could read my mind out pretty easily most of times.

What I wanted to do was to let the destruction brought forth by my gods be controllable, helping me to gain control of more forces.

When I'd gain more than one hundred thousands here, I'd release them like plaque over the entire army of Hectors.

They wouldn't be alone as I'd get out one million for each of my generals here to lead out. Like this, I wouldn't only push these enemies back, but also gain more as well.

As for the Hectors carrying my threads, they would be protected in the middle of all these warriors.

"Get ready!" After an hour of such brutal fighting, and while the enemy kept firing everything they got at my chariot, I gave this shout to everyone, "You will each get a one million force, leading them to push the enemy away from the path near us."

"We won't go towards that path?" the spearhead asked, and I didn't need to explain myself here.

"Idiot!" but the jumper, who was busy ordering and orchestrating the attacks of my gods, hit the spearhead on the back of his head, "if we pushed them towards their basin, how will our forces fight them then?"

"Ouch! It hurts!" the spearhead complained, but Sara said next, ignoring his complain:

"So we are targeting the armies coming from other basins? What about the army at our back?"

"I will handle it," I firmly said, "just be sure to create enough space for more forces to arrive. Also make sure to guard the Hectors I controlled."

"Will rats spread plague in the city? I like that!" The jumper was getting annoyingly smart out of late. What was it? Was he using a technique to read through my mind or what?

"Just do as I say," I said in warning, "don't forget, we aren't here to kill, we are here to pave a path towards that monster."

"Then..." the spearhead feared to continue his question, or else he might get another hit from the jumper.

Out of all, the spearhead feared my jumper so damn much. He even didn't dare to show off in front of this dude, seemingly getting scared from his reaction.

"You are going to push the enemy back as far as you can, then I'll pour out lots of warriors to hold this zone," I motioned my head towards the direction of the nearby path, "then we will hit the basin and exterminate all the forces there."

"You mean you are going to take control of them, right?" the jumper scoffed, and I ignored his useless remark.

"Then we will move towards the monster, have another brutal fight there with the forces stationed around it before getting our boys out to take a hit at the monster before killing it."

"But how?" the spearhead stole a side glance at the direction of the jumper, "how can we kill such a behemoth?"