I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse

I was ready to sacrifice tons of my elites. So if I got the option to sacrifice machines and war guns instead of true elites, I'd gladly accept the exchange.

Machines and war weapons could be made all the time. But training an elite would cost much more time, effort, and resources.

Besides, I could guarantee the making of more weapons than training new elites.

"But there is a catch here," I looked at Garry in the eye. Someone as smart and daring as him wouldn't miss such a small flaw in his plan.

And from the look over his face when I said these words, I got the feeling that he knew but didn't expose this flaw on purpose.

"I can send drones," after gazing up at me for a long minute, he sighed and added, "I can promise to take down any target hit by my drones and grenades. But…"

"But what?" Legend couldn't help but ask in confusion while other generals exchanged looks between each other.

It seemed obvious that Garry and I were speaking about the same thing, without really speaking directly about it.

"The drones need to be protected," Lily was the first to notice this after me.

"Ah! You mean…" other generals soon caught up, realising how challenging this task was.

"We can just stick them to the frontline," Isac shrugged as if this was a simple issue to handle, "we first let our forces hit the defences and keep them busy then… Bang!"

She slammed her first over her palm while mimicking the sound of an explosion. We all looked at her in weird way, while Garry muttered:

"This may work, but…"

"But what? It's going to work!" Isac was excited about her idea and seemed to be carried out by the feeling of thinking about something no one else thought about.

"He is greedy," I explained what Isac missed amidst her excitement, "he wants to aim at as many key points as drones can reach."

"This…" Isac's eyes widened as she moved them around me, Garry, and her friend Lily. when none of us said anything, she continued to say in immense shock, "this is crazy!"

"We have to do it this way," Garry paused before adding, "if we gave such scary enemies time to prepare themselves against the drones, we will fail midway."

Garry was right. The Hescos weren't just your common day enemies. They were unique. Just one glance at this complicated structure of defence was enough to make anyone realise this.

If we risked and gave them time to prepare and adapt to our offensive tactic, then there was a good chance for them to crush our tactic and stop our drones.

And so Garry was right to think about targeting as many key points as possible from the start.

"If you are thinking so, then we have to send escorts with them," Isac turned and pointed in two directions, "select one of these, either armed flying monsters or apaches."

"No," I was the one to refuse her suggestion. It was enough to lose the drones. But sending any of these two would mean also losing more.

"Then what shall we do?" Everyone turned to me as if I had to solve this on my own.

I didn't speak at once, kept myself looking at the two big drawings of mine and Isac's. I reviewed all the assets and forces I had, trying to find one that was suitable enough to do such a task.

As I was lost in my thoughts, a weird shout came from a direction before I saw someone running towards my chariot.

"Loran?!" I watched Loran running fast until he climbed all the way to the deck of my chariot. He went down to the ground after I started to open other worlds.

I already forgot about him. And seeing him running like that made me feel weird and confused.

"What happened?" I looked at his face and could see a mixture of excitement, pride, and happiness.

Something great must have happened. But it wasn't the right moment to listen to his happy events.

I needed to think about a way to solve the problem of attacking the grand defences out there.

"Lord… They are done!" Loran seemed to want to jump up in delight but when he saw our solemn faces, he stopped.

"What is done?" I already had an idea about what he was speaking about.

Loran was the general leader of the zombie race under me. So if a zombie like him was feeling such delight, there was one thing that could have happened to make him feel like that.

The theory he spoke about, the solution for the zombie plague, seemed to be successful.

I left many zombie teams at the first world I opened to clear the zombie dens using the plans of Loran and his race. And frankly speaking, before seeing what they could do I didn't believe in their success.

After watching how the zombie teams worked and purged the zombie dens, I figured this method would really work.

Seeing Loran running all the way here, with such a happy look on his face, made me know the zombies out there had succeeded.

I didn't know how Loran got to know something like that. His teams were fighting in another world, one that was separated from ours and only linked to it via the portal I initiated.

Aside from that, if Loran came to me at any other time, I'd have screamed out in joy and celebrated with him over the good news.

But this wasn't the right moment nor place to hear about such news.

Even if I always dreamt about having the problem of zombies solved, I was burdened about how to defeat the Hescos.

"Did they do it?" I knew it was unfair for Loran to be welcomed by such a cold atmosphere. So I tried to give him the warmest smile I could fake using, "how did you know?"