I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse

So I kept shouting, raising their morale, and even went to the extent of announcing the losses of the enemy every now and then.

“Good boys! Ten thousands are dead now.”

“Great! More than twenty thousands are killed.”

“More are dead! Good job!”

In fact I never counted any losses here. I just made up such big numbers and kept exaggerating what my forces were doing.

The real loss might be something bigger than what I said. Yet saying losses in such a way made an immediate impact over the shuttered souls and spirits of my forces.

One by one they started to stand up and look around. They looked much livelier to my eyes than before, making me grin in satisfaction.

Now they were better than before, and it was time to let them heal their bodies for a bit.

And to do so, I hurriedly opened the market and started to buy a large number of healing potions and pills from there.

Then using my chariot, I started flying around and throwing these pills and potions to them.

“Use these to recover,” I kept shouting while taking a slow tour around. This might have cost me a fortune, but they were worth buying.

With these pills and potions, my forces down the ground started to recover on a rate visible to naked eye.

Of course that wasn’t feasible without raising their morale. With shattered souls, they wouldn’t make such a difference.

Even if they got slightly better, I didn’t urge them to act. I had first to find a good plan for our escape from here.

Just rushing them out of this trap would bring more losses and might also bring a negative impact on them. This fight seemed to go towards a heated up clash at its end. A big fight must erupt between my forces and everyone else.

With this, even if we lost more, their morals and self esteem would still be preserved. Who knew, we might even crush a good deal of our enemies and end up controlling a good deal of land.

With most of my big army being intact, I had a good chance at controlling more lands now. The darkest vision about losing most of my forces and saying goodbye to most of my planned territory didn’t happen luckily here.

So I had to revise everything, and start to plan for another fight before calling this a day.

As they started to heal, I kept attacking everyone around. I didn’t need to shout anymore, as the ongoing brutal fight was attentively watched by all of them.

[We are ready]

[We can fight]

[Let’s get our revenge, boss!]

[My boys are ready]

[I want to fight everyone]

[I’ll f*ck those bastards!]

[Bring me on your chariot, babe]

The last two messages came from the jumper and Hilary. Of course the jumper was the kind of the guy to not let his grudges die down on their own.

As for Hilary, she just wanted to be with me. It was a wish I couldn’t grant for her right now. ρꪖꪕᦔꪖꪕꪫꪣꫀ​ꪶ​

[Just rest for now] I sent this message to everyone, [The time for you to fight isn’t far away]

[I heard there is a paragon of my race here]

[I got the word from my paragon, a rival one is here]

These two came from Fang and Wryly in order.

[I’m going to kill them] I sent this message to both, clarifying my intentions here. I didn’t plan to play that long with the Hector paragon. After all, I got tired from killing his paragon.

If it was another race, then killing more would leave them weakened. But such races seemed to have an endless supply of paragons like they were cabbage or something.

On the other hand, killing Berserkers’ and Elevators’ parsons had much more impact here. If that happened, then the future of these two would be limitless.

Like this one paragon seat would be void in each race. Not to mention it would send a strong warning message to other paragons of their races.

Come at me with the risks of losing your lives; that was the simple message I wanted to send here. Not only to the remaining paragons, but also to their own paragons as well.

The performance of these two paragons with my boys in this fight from the start wasn’t that satisfying to me. They got ditched from the start and got such cold shoulders for no reason.

By killing these pardons and letting these two own their dead bodies would send a strong message to their own paragons as well.

Don’t mess up with us; that was the message I intended to send to their paragons.

But there was a slight problem here.

[Do you know where your paragons are?]

[I’ll look for such info] Fang sent.

[I… Don’t know such a thing] Wryly was useless in such regard as always.

[I’m waiting for the good news] I sent to Fang.

[Just ask your paragon, he must be aware of his rival’s location and activity all the time] I sent to Wryly, [Also tell him you will bring back a paragon head tonight] I added, to make sure that paragon wouldn’t do anything funny.

This last statement was a warning. I didn’t like these two paragons, especially the one of Wryly.

I never forgot that this dude sat his eyes over Hilary. So I’d never remove the possibility of him selling us out to the other paragon, warning him about our intentions.

So I made sure to say that Wryly would bring back a paragon’s head, not just the one here. That meant if Wryly’s paragon messed up, then he would pay the price for it.

Of course it was apparent that the one to do that wasn’t Wryly or Fang, but me. And such a message was sent from me to that damn bastard.

All I had to do now was to wait, look around for any sudden movement. After all, a paragon trying to run away wouldn’t leave his trusted aides behind.

He would run away in a big envoy, one that I’d be able to spot even from miles away.

I didn’t trust Wryly’s paragon, so I had to be cautious and not lower my guard against him.

[Tell me what exactly happened here]