I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse



As for these forces, I already scattered lots of my warriors during the past few minutes inside my shields. By the time I'd visit all the enemy bases, relieve the pressure, and return, I'd start the final wave of clashes against the enemy forces.

And something told me this was going to be the last chapter in this struggle, the first and most decisive big victory of mine over them.

"Let's go," I kept dragging Lucas II behind while jumping from one bubble to another, from one base to another.

He needed bones, lots of bones actually to operate and show the true might of his ability. And that wasn't a problem for me. Yet it reminded me of something…

I didn't claim my bones from the enemies I killed, from the enemies my forces killed, in many places and worlds before the merge!

And that made me wonder if I lost these bones forever or what!

Hopefully not! Please don't take my bones away, not my bones!

I thought about dedicating little time per base to collect bones. However, that wasn't going to work. I might come here after many days or weeks perhaps, by the time many enemies die and collect bones.

So I kept jumping from one base to another, turning all the dangerous fluid into thin air. I asked Lucas II amidst all this about how long his ability would last. And he told me one answer: one day!

Doing all these bases a visit and proper turnover would take more than one day. So by the time half a day passed, and almost twenty continents got visited, I decided to reroll over the ones I visited, let Lucas II reinforce his ability, and check the current situation there.

The forces I left behind were indeed hungry for fighting. I kept upgrading the list of my top warriors over the course of the apocalypse.

I started with Bulltors and shield bearers. Then I jumped into dragons, and then soulers kicked in.

For a long time, soulers kept themselves as my top and most elite force until the appearance of my precious fallen gods. And thanks to their lack of numbers, I was still using lots of common warriors.

But since the day I started to mass produce soulers, got the Bulltors and shield bearers like warriors, introduced the geared troops in my army, and finally got the Kings, I didn't use much of my normal warriors anymore.

They were soldiers, living by the edge of a sword. Take the sword out of any soldier, and he'd eventually die of lack of fights.

So it was pretty much expected to see them fight this hard, even race and compete among themselves to get the next kill.

I liked that! I should get out these boys more often for a walk then.

"Hmm… I believe these bubbles are ok," I scanned the first base I used this tactic at. The warriors got all over the place, hitting and killing the forces inside and outside my bubbles.

Trying to keep Thomas II's ability on and on for these bases would be a nightmare. Doing so would pin me in this place like… Forever!

So plan B kicked in, and I got to take other Avengers to do the job like Lucas II. And to relieve myself from coming here again, I made sure to leave enough stacks of normal bones inside each base.

I soon returned to the base I left from, and continued my march from there.

As I already found a solution for the impending problem of Lucas II ability, I got enough time to not only deploy more forces and expand the area of fighting, but to also start looking for the bombs.

I was so busy fighting the enemy in their playgrounds. And now it was time to relieve a few continents of their bombs.

Of course to do that, I needed drilling machines, and a huge number of workers. And for sure I wouldn't go back and look for all of these.

[You do know how bad the current situation is?] Lily responded back. And for a reason, I imagined her shouting and screaming on my face.

[And?] I didn't care about how hard it was at her end, [It's all bad everywhere!]

[At least you got your warriors and geared forces that I heard legends about! But us? We got exhausted and tired forces, or freshly recruited ones!]

[This is a war! We don't choose anything in wars. Just do with whatever you got, find a way to win, and stop complaining! Send someone to bring me the drilling machines and tons of warriors to the continent numbered twenty-seven]

[You are indeed ruthless! You changed!]

[I've never changed, the world did instead. If you want any help, why not just ask directly about it instead of doing all this drama?]

[Will you agree to help if I ask directly?]

[No way! I'm busy as hell!]

[Then I'll keep creating drama!]

[As if I'd come to help if you ever did so] I laughed, shaking my head in helplessness. It was indeed quite dangerous everywhere, but it wasn't that bad actually as she tried to describe.

She wanted me to step out of my current business and help the scattered forces around. Of course doing this would secure wins in many battles, and risk losing the entire war!

Yet I admired her effort in thinking of new ways for help. Good girl, you got enough time to think about such stuff, and that was enough to tell me how stable the situation over there was.

[Tsk! You are indeed a cold hearted tyrant! I dunno how I'm still working for you!]

[Yes, just give up, leave and go to rest in… Whatever place you like. I'd make Legend take your position, at least he is a man and won't complain every now and then]

[Screw you!] she didn't send anymore messages, and I got that she was too enraged to close the chat without trying again.