I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse

The battle extended to reach beyond the limits of the horizon. My forces were running amok after the hurriedly retreating broken forces of that paragon.

But in general there was a threat anywhere. Even those remaining elite forces of that paragon were already under my control.

I knew that my forces were suppressed for such a long time to deserve a chance to fight back. So I decided to call back my controlled forces and leave the rest for mine

Hundreds of thousands of elite humans and Bulltors stood underneath my chariot. I already gave them contracts, making them all part of my forces now.

I didn’t cancel my technique. I was still forcing my threads around to catch anyone I could reach. Also I still have this problem of the remaining Hector elites to handle.

These folks weren’t weak, but they weren’t just like other races that I could handle. They were, after all, the personal army of that paragon.

“You… Come to this side,” I estimated there were almost a couple of thousand of them. Of course that wasn’t a big number, but I had to decide what I should do with them.

Killing them was an option, and it was as easy as flickering my fingers. They were under my control, and wouldn’t even dare to resist or do anything against anyone.

Besides that spearhead was still breathing by my side. He just overexerted himself and was taking a nap. But a good kick would wake him up when needed.

“Now, what should I do with you?” I looked at this group of problems and asked in a loud tone.

“F*ck you!”

“Let me loose and I dare you to a fight!”

“You killed our leader, you won’t get anything from us!”

Unlike what I expected, they could talk. Well, that went beyond my expectations indeed.

“Alright, here is the deal,” I crossed my arms while placing one leg over the edge of my chariot facing them. I intended to show my demeanour here, declaring my strength and superiority over them.

“I killed your boss, so that means technically I’m your new boss. You’ll have to obey me and sign a loyalty contract. Of course if you want to die, I won’t say no either.”

“You…”

“We won’t fight our people by your side!”

“F*ck yourself!”

Oh, they really did love me, hahaha!

“I’ll tell you this, this world doesn’t only have Hectors. In fact you just crushed in here and weren’t part of this damn sh*t. Also your part won’t be in fighting, that would be a total waste of such talents like yourselves.”

“We won’t work as your bodyguards!” ρꪖꪕᦔꪖꪕꪫꪣꫀ​ꪶ​

“Screw yourself!”

“Damn barbaric race!”

I didn’t answer in words. I simply pointed to my fallen gods on the chariot, to the dragons in the sky, and to the chariot itself.

“Do you think I’d need your pathetic help? That’s hilarious!”

My words landed and left them all speechless. Of course I had a role for them to play in my mind.

Provided that we reached an agreement here.

“So, if you agree to help, you can move to that side,” I pointed to the right, “but if you don’t want to live anymore, then you can go this way,”‘ I pointed left and this made quite the ruckus in them.

“Silence,” just as whispers turned into loud arguments, a big dude shouted. From the instant silence that prevailed, I knew this one here was their leader.

Or perhaps he was someone with high authority before in that group.

“May I ask what task you are speaking about?”

“You won’t have to fight your race, that’s something I can guarantee for you here,” I didn’t spill the beans all at once. Before doing anything, I had to make sure I’d speak only to those who would stay with me later on.

“So you are basically telling us we won’t have to fight anymore in the apocalypse?” that giant elite leader looked at me in much doubt. His face was covered in silver fine scales, giving him a really feminine feeling.

But from his voice and actions, that dude couldn’t be a girl at all.

“And do you think we’ll believe you?” he snorted before adding, “we are Hectors! A race many drooled to just have our help in any fight.”

“And here you are, crushed and defeated like worthless worms in front of me, a human,” I didn’t show any sign of anger to his provocation. After all, we were discussing terms, and that was a great thing in itself.

“You are bragging about a single victory that you hardly claimed by hair breadth and much difficulty.”

“It was difficult indeed, but that doesn’t mean you are that good,” I pointed towards the big number of humans and Bulltors I got, “I didn’t just break you, but I also got great gains from this battle. Damn lord! If each battle can end in such a way, I’d ask for no more.”

“…”

Of course my last statement was a mockery out of him and his arrogance. He knew the situation here and knew he had nothing to bargain with.

But he didn’t want to fight against his people, I got it.

“Rest assured, I won’t trust you leaving any fight for you against your race, “I firmly said in a loud and blunt way, “I tried it before, and that race… it was just a regret to let them under my command in the first place.”

I was referring to the illusionists. They never did anything worthy of their presence in my forces. In fact every time I recalled them, I felt deep anger and hatred towards such cowardly race.

Compared to them, this race here was something else. I knew Hector was strong, very strong. So it was a waste to just throw them everywhere and ask them to fight for me.

This would be a total waste for such a gift.

“You seem really serious about it,” that dude gave me a deep look, seemingly weighing what I just said in his big scaled head of his.