I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse

"Keep attacking it until it dies!" Sara said, "if the Hectors can kill it, then why can't we do it?"

"But what if we killed it and the Hectors secured the lakes? Getting their boys in those bloody pools?" The spearhead was an arrogant jerk most of the time, yet his hunch was mostly on the spot most of the time.

"We will move to secure the lakes then," I shrugged, "we will do whatever we can to take control of this region."

"What about me then?" the jumper suddenly asked, and I got what he wanted to ask about.

"You will move out once we clear the entrance and go inside the basin," I said slowly, "you can get off the radar using the chaos we will create."

"I'll keep you posted," he said, "but you know you have to repeat such fights at other places, right?"

"Something tells me we won't find such big forces at other sites," I looked down at the seemingly endless forces here, "they brought everything they got here as they could trail us. So it's safe to assume they got lesser forces at other places."

"That doesn't mean it will be easy!"

"Just do your part," I looked at him, "and leave the rest to me."

"You are the boss," he shrugged and I didn't know why but I felt this dude said it in mocking way.

"Go out now," it wasn't time to get into another fight with this jerk. As I gave them the signal, I took out three million warriors from my inventory and let them come to this world for the first time.

"Damn! These are weak warriors?!!" When I saw their huge bodies and the sharp weapons they all got, I couldn't help but suck in the cold air of breath.

How were the strong warriors in the eyes of Silverlining then? Beings like my fallen gods or what?

"Go, one million army will follow each of my generals here," I pointed at the three standing by my side as I held the horn with my right arm while controlling the technique with my left.

Then the three took out their chariots and went away, leading their armies at once.

"Spread out," I didn't forget to give another order to my Hectors, "go into four directions, three will follow the three armies, and the fourth will go to the path."

I had to send them directly there despite it being secured with a large number of forces. I didn't intend to use my warriors there for now, as I simply had a better weapon to use.

"Attack there," I ordered all my fallen gods to aim at the path with everything they got, "clear this path for me, boys!"

My fallen gods were enough to do it. The next half an hour was really bloody, where many forces died on both sides.

I didn't hold back myself, even summoned lots of green bones to use as well. I was trying to shorten the time needed to control these Hectors, but all I could do was to increase the magnitude of my threads.

During this half an hour, the three worked their best and forced the enemy back. At the same time, the Hectors infected with my threads were infecting many others, expanding the size of my controlled forces here.

As for the path battle, it was bloody! That damn army standing behind the path was relentless! Every time my fallen gods would clear it, more forces would flock in and fill it up!

But gradually my threads found their way towards the inside of the basin. I focused on controlling as many forces there as I could, fanning my threads in all directions.

The Hector leaders were smart. They spotted my threads. Thanks to the long minutes needed to control Hector, they managed to kill lots of their race and not let them fall under my control.

But no matter how hard they tried, they failed to stop my threads. I kept controlling more forces with each passing minute, while the shouts of the deadly fight kept rocking the entire world.

"So you grew restless at last," as I was doing my best to control all the forces down below using my technique, I got to see something flashing and coming towards my direction.

It came from the direction of the beast's location. It looked like a tiny dot at first, but started to grow fast, getting bigger and breaking up into many smaller dots.

They were the paragons residing in this continent, or perhaps the paragons of the Hector race.

I got the feeling that they were watching from close by. If so, then they would move out when things would grow bad.

"You are calling off your cavalry, and I'll call off mine," I snapped my right fingers, while calling off all the dragons and flying monsters I got.

"Sith, I know you are watching right now. Can you tell me how to summon my own monster?"

[Damn kid! Do you get eyes in the god realm or what?!] the deep voice of Sith came at this moment.

"I just got the feeling that you will be watching," I laughed. Of course he was. Such a big battle, one that would determine lots of things here wouldn't be missed by him.

Especially if such a behemoth was involved in the fight, the baby of such a mighty guardian of a mighty race.

Sith gave me the impression that he was watching my moves all the time. But he selected the moments to show up to not let me doubt his presence.

[I told you before kid, you have to find a way on your own to summon this monster]

"I know, but I'm asking if you got anything," I said while waiting for the incoming large army of flying islands to come in the range of my fallen gods.

I fought lots of paragons before, smashed their islands to pieces many times already. I got enough experience to know what to do. But this time I wasn't facing just one of them, but a large batch of fifty!