I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse

As the shield came to existence, it fiercely hit against the incoming Hescos. Their frontlines slammed violently against my shield, causing nothing but faint trembling waves across the surface of my shield.

Then my threads slammed them fiercer and started controlling them.

I didn't need to leave my shield at this moment. Risking anything while I got the upper hand was a foolish move that I wouldn't commit.

I simply stayed inside my shield and let the Hescos surround my shield. I left everything to my threads. And anyone who got under control got the same order; retreat inside the protective shield and wait there.

I didn't plan on using them in any fight from now on. They were one of my priceless trophies. I'd better keep them intact and use them later on at the warrior den.

Turning them into summonable warriors was the best course of action for such elite and unique troops. I might not do the same for the ground Hescos, but for the flying forces of the first race in the universe, I was willing to act patiently.

Despite fighting in such a safe way, I knew the main drawback of this way. It was so slow. If I wanted to take all of these flying Hescos under my control then I might need at least a week or so.

The enemy wouldn't stand idle all this time, watch me take control of their precious forces. Not to mention the brutal fight still going on in the pit.

I gave myself one day to take control of these Hescos before moving to reinforce Sara and the others. But unlike my expectations, two things happened almost at the same time.

The first came from Sara. she sent a distress message, asking for immediate help.

[Help! It's not going to work this way! We are trapped by forces from all layers!!! Hurry up or else we'll all die!]

I looked at her message weirdly without knowing what to say. I knew the Hescos were destined to breakthrough the lines of defences I left behind, but less than twelve hours just passed!

I thought my warriors would stay alive inside the tunnels for at least one day. For the Hescos to come from all layers in such a way meant only one thing; all the warriors I left behind were killed!

I couldn't believe this! The Hescos already sent their elites to face me here. So how come they did it?

[All layers are breached? Even the lowest fifty?]

[Everything got breached! And now the entire world is filled with densely packed enemies. The losses we are suffering are great! We can't continue like that for one more hour! You have to come and do something!]

I clenched my fists. I thought I got enough time to take more of these precious Hescos away. But if Sara was in such a dire situation, then I couldn't wait anymore.

[Which layer are you at right now?]

[I don't know! We are running like mad dogs hunted on the street!]

[You need to give me something so I can jump near you] For someone courageous and daring like Sara to be in such a state meant how bad the situation there was.

I couldn't just jump towards any layer or simply appear at the ground. I needed to appear just near her armies so I could help them fast enough.

Or else it'd end up just like she said, total annihilation of the entire armies!

I didn't truly care about these armies. After all they were races I got from the Toranks and trained them to serve such a purpose. Even if I'd lose capable soldiers, what I truly feared about was to lose the rare calibre generals.

My human race didn't have such deep roots like other high or even mediocre races in the universe. We didn't have enough generals to satisfy our needs, and most of my generals came from captured races like the Hectors.

If not for that, I wouldn't get enough generals to cover up my army needs at this moment.

I had to intervene, and I got to do it fast.

*Boom!*

However just the moment I tried to move out, a new change happened at the battlefield up front.

The shield of mine that stood erect all this time was now bombarded by a fierce wave of attacks. When I looked up, I saw a familiar scene in front of my eyes.

"It's the same fiend or whatever it is that crushed my shields before!" I instantly recognised the huge palms that left great marks behind after hitting against my shield.

And before I could do anything, I saw another familiar thing happening to my pillar and chariot; both were getting sealed at this moment.

"So you didn't throw the towel yet? Interesting..." I looked at these marks and the new ones that kept appearing in a flashy way with a bitter smile on my face.

The first race in the universe was indeed worthy of that prestigious name. Even when they got beaten up to such a degree, they still had enough depth and resources to find a way to make things difficult for me.

Right now the general situation was like this; either I'd go to save Sara and risk losing the grand five armies and many controlled Hescos and my warriors here, or stay here and let Sara and others die.

[Tell me, can you and other generals and elites make it out alone?] This was my only way of surviving this.

I didn't need to go out there and see who was attacking my shield like this. I now realised one fatal weakness that I totally missed.

In my entire kingdom and armed forces, in the entire elite circle of my people, I was the only one who got artefacts and deadly tricks up my sleeve!

The Hescos lost too much in regard to the normal soldiers and the elite ones. But considering the crop of the cream, the paragons and ultimate leaders of the grand army, they lost none.

And these folks were now starting to move out.