I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse

I flew on top of my marching forces for another hour. Just a few minutes ago, I got the reports of the arrival of the early forces of Isac.

They weren’t that much, but they started to help Lucia once arrived. As for Lucias, he already prepared a hit force, led by one of his elites and a few of my fallen gods and dragons.

This was enough to stop any assault and buy me time. Something told me the Hectors wouldn’t start their attack until I’d get entangled with that northern army.

The northern coalition army was spreading out slowly yet steadily, placing highest priority over taking over cities and towns.

They brought over lots of forces from the portals there. According to the reports I got, each town and city was now surrounded with their own armies.

So the enemy was turning this northern region into a strong foothold of his. Like this, trying to take down such a region would prove to be challenging.

Not to mention there was a punishment over me and my forces. So like this, the best case scenario they thought I’d get would be a stallement after taking over hundreds of miles up north._.

Then I’d wait for the fifth quest to arrive, compensate for all the difference in stats and remove this cursing punishment before taking these lands off their hands.

This was the best case scenario indeed, but not for me. It would be for them. Like this, they’d end up securing their continent, safeguard against any attacks of mine for now, and also place a dagger at my back.

I wouldn’t risk attacking their lands once again at the upcoming quest. This rare chance I got with their negligence wouldn’t be available easily anytime soon.

This was the best case scenario for them. But for me, my best deal would be by crushing the forces here, reclaiming all the lands I lost, and then going towards their continent and expanding my lands there.

This was the thing I’d aim for, and would see it happen no matter what.

“Keep waiting out there, I’m coming for your souls,” as I had less than half an hour to reach the first forces of that big army, I started to think about something.

If they were slowly marching up at me, fanning out in such wide fashion, then from which direction should I start attacking?

It would make sense to come directly at them from the direction of my capital. Such a move would aim at stopping them from advancing towards my big city.

But they weren’t really advancing at such threatening speed! If I didn’t even come, they’d take much more time than what Isac needed to pull all of her forces back to the capital.

So I wasn’t forced to start this war from such a direction. Thinking like this made me shift my eyes towards a certain direction.

“Starting from there will be quite risky, but it will place more pressure at them.”

I was looking in no other direction but towards the eastern coast.

It would be the least expected place for me to attack at. Besides, it would place me closer to the bridge, making the Hectors more worried about their perfect plan in their eyes.

But that would place me closer to the grand aquatic forces of that race. They would target my army, trying to hit me from the side and back.

I’d get surrounded this way. However, the perks of going there outweighed the risks. Also even if surrounded, I’d just need time to get as many monsters and races under my control before turning the battle tide around.

As I decided, I started to sharply turn the direction of my grand army towards the East. I was almost a hundred mile away from the eastern shores, a distance that would be covered in less than half an hour.

But just after ten minutes of doing so, I spotted a large cloud of dust rising up from the horizon. And it was so broad to fill the entire horizon from east to west!

[Lord! They are moving out! All of the forces in the cities and towns at the forefront are moving with the big army]

[Lord! All the forces I can see are coming towards you!]

“Bingo!” my eyes shone in a fierce way while I knew I just guessed it right.

The enemy’s plan was indeed that bridge, not me!

[Send a word to Lucias, let him dispatch the hit force near the bridge. Don’t let a single enemy touch it]

[got it, lord!]

If the enemy got such panic when I shifted my forces east, then he would also move out his forces lying in wait around the bridge to hurriedly take it down.

So I had to move Lucais elite forces first to buy me some time.

The enemy tried to strengthen their foothold here, ending up ruining everything by this rash decision of theirs.

But they were drawing faster than I imagined! In the next ten minutes, I could almost see their faces!

They were upon my army, and there were almost forty to fifty miles left from the eastern shores.

“Alright then, I’ll let my army move to the east and I’ll handle you myself,” I had two options here. Either I’d keep flying East and let my army stop theirs, or the opposite.

I selected the other solution of course. I could jump anywhere, fly directly towards the eastern shores without much resistance.

Unlike my ground forces, my ability to break free from any fight was much better. I’d just wait for my army to group at the eastern shores before retreating towards them.

Just as I moved out to meet the incoming swarm of enemies, I started forming my first technique.

“Attack the furthest enemies you can reach,” as I finished my technique and lots of black threads gushed out from it, I said to my fallen gods.