I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse

It was the gravity controlling artefact! It evolved and could now impact time in fixed space, either speeding or decelerating it.

If I poured enough energy inside, then I could make time run fast at the cluster points of groups of holes.

However I needed to test it out first, and right now it was far more important to save more good race members than doing any of this.

"There… There are many of my people!" just when I decided that, Clatinberg shouted, pointing in a direction nearby.

There I spotted the dome shaped shield covering up one hole entirely. It was something special and trademark for the god race members.

"Good! More gods to help," I said out loud, and kept the real source of happiness only to me.

More gods meant the ability to bless more of my race members. If not for the limit quota of each god race member, to just boost the limited number of other races, I'd have left all my warriors behind, standing in a long row to get blessed by whom I saved before.

"Where are you going? They are out there!"

It seemed that Clatinberg was acting quite rational and wise towards anything that was away from his people.

Once his people appeared in the picture, he'd grow silly and quite impatient like this.

"I'm going to kill all the enemies around," I said, "then I'll go and leave enough of my people for them to bless."

"... Thanks…" he knew he got the wrong impression about my intentions. And I just heard his apology and said nothing.

He was still new to join my forces, and didn't yet get who I used to do things.

I usually sought out the source of trouble, doing everything in my power to uproot the evil from its roots.

In the next half an hour, I killed all the enemies in this cluster of holes surrounding the gods' hole.

Then I went to the hole, simply took millions of my warriors out, left them for the gods down there to bless.

I made sure to leave instructions to both sides, explaining in brief what they needed to do, then asking them to follow me after doing all this.

"Aren't we going to wait?" I moved fast the moment I did all this. Clatinberg asked such a silly question, and I just kept my silence.

After some time, he said he got what I wanted to do. This dude turned upside down when things got related to his people. And that wasn't a good sign.

He got a soft spot, a deadly weak spot. If the enemy knew about this, then he'd be always under the pressure of these enemies.

When I was there, the leader of that group of gods came and wanted to accompany me. I'd usually say no to such an offer. But right now my main focus was getting to the place I wanted.

If I let him in, let him bless me again, my artefacts would gain another round of enhancement for sure. But that would also mean I'd lose the value and impact of all this.

And I would never make such a mistake again.

I kept travelling for eight hours straight, and met up lots of holes that I left untouched for now. Only the group of holes surrounding the five gods settlements got destroyed by my fire, and I left my warriors there to get boosted.

"We are here," and just when it'd take forever to reach the place of our little meeting, Clatinberg's voice suddenly echoed in my mind, "it's up there, I can finally feel it."

He pointed towards a direction, and I didn't delay and moved my chariot towards that direction. After flying for half an hour, I finally arrived at a cluster point, and there was a grand portal suspended midair.

Around it, tons of fiends appeared, seemingly trying to break the shield surrounding it.

"Damn! They are trying to break it or go to my friend and kill him!" Clatinberg's sharp mind returned again, before he suddenly shouted in anxious tone, "it's all over if that happens! We can't let them do it! Let me go, let me fight them!"

"Is your friend able to bring forth such a sturdy shield?" I didn't care about any of what he said. Instead, I pointed towards the portal, asking about the weird looking shield.

It seemed like it was part of the portal at the first glance. However seeing all these scary fiends trying their best to take it and failing to leave a single scratch behind seemed a bit peculiar.

One had to know the enemy was trying to take this down for long hours! And they seemed unable to even touch or damage it.

"Oh… About that… It looks like the mighty shield ability of Rofas," Clatinberg paused, seemingly lost in thoughts as he realised what he initially missed.

This dude… Tsk! I decided to make him lead others but not any of his people in any future battle! Or else things would turn quite bad if he led his people in any battle.

His sane mind and cunning true self changed to be someone totally the opposite. Someone like that was a threat if I let his soft spot follow him towards any battlefield.

"Rofas? Is he someone that capable?"

"Every one of us who reaches a certain point in our strength will activate their godline," Clatinberg paused before adding, "for me, it's the ability to mass communicate with others. It's not a big deal, not as impressive as Rofas."

"Don't belittle yourself," I felt like that dude had an inferiority complex with that Rofas, "to me, your ability is much more important."

"For real?!"

"Don't you know how important it is to be able to communicate with the dispersed leaders of a grand army? It's like a god sent ability! It's something that's very crucial in any huge war!"

That dude was indeed belittling himself. And I wasn't trying to comfort him here. What I said was all true.