I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse

“Come in there,” I didn’t know if I had to speak up or not, but I felt the urge to say so. Once I thought about it and said it, something new happened.

A swirlpool made entirely out of pale green energy appeared on top of the ones I looked at. I was looking at dozens of these giant creatures alongside a hundred of those exiles.

The swirlpool that appeared was so massive, enough to envelope them within. Once they got enveloped, I felt total control over the situation.

If I wanted them to be thrown high in the air then I’d be able to do that. But I just wanted to move them inside my shadow world. And I simply thought about doing that.

*Flash!*

The next second the swirlpool rotated fiercely before shrinking in size and finally vanishing. I felt like a great deal of my spiritual energy got sucked dry by my left arm, leaving me panting and all sweaty.

“Damn! Why the hell did all of my techniques require such an insane amount of energy? Hoof, Hoof,” I painted while resisting the urge to fall.

The next moment I took a few bones and let my energy digest them and guide them into my body.

I managed to move a good portion of them into my shadow world, but that was only one fifth of the entire amount here.

So I had to replenish my energy fast and make sure I wouldn’t stop until getting all of them in.

Once the bones started to dissolve into torrents of energy, I felt better.

“Come in,” I roared at the remaining creatures and exiles, taking all of them in one move.

It gave me more pressure but I managed. After a few minutes, they all vanished and the world looked much emptier than before.

“It’s… Done!” As I ended it, I released a long breath out of nervousness. This simple technique sucked my energy dry again. Even the energy of bones wasn’t enough to sustain such expenditure.

Alright… I was done here. “Come in,” the next moment I called back all of my scattered forces here. Then without even turning to look back, I turned my chariot towards the north west, and started to fly with the highest speed.

I lacked even the slightest direction here aside from such a general one I got from gods.

“I shall consider recording their feedback,” it wasn’t the first time I faced such a dilemma. Also when I went into the dungeon and came out later on, I faced the same problem in finding them.

If my channel would record their channels, then it would be easier for me to track whatever happened to them during this time.

I kept flying in the general direction of the north-west, while looking at the feedback from their channels all the time. They were still fervently fighting, and after three hours they started to look a little tired.

The only advantage was that their enemies were small and weak. Even with their high numbers, they couldn’t get hurt too much. Of course I had a theory about that, feeling that whoever did this was trying to distribute his energy to maintain these illusions.

Such a work was indeed from someone much higher and far stronger than any archlord. Was it an illusionist paragon or what?

I didn’t know, yet this was the most logical explanation I got. Or the only one to be frank.

As my chariot flew for three straight hours, lands below me flashed like they were long dim lines. I couldn’t tell much going on in these lands, but what was remarkable was that all the cities and towns I met were emptied.

I even stopped at a few, checked for any remaining forces there. If I get in contact with any Selvators or Berserkers it would be great.

At least I’d know what went wrong with their archlords. But things kept getting weird in this situation.

I never met an empty city or town before. Even when we were at war, there were forces remaining behind to protect the portals and emblems.

But now? All the cities and towns here were void of any signs of life. That was strange indeed. How come this happened?

Was this related to what my elites were facing right now? Or that there was another disaster waiting for me at the corner?

I was tired! After all this time fighting all over the world, I was growing tired. I needed rest, I needed a long rest. I planned to compete at the upcoming quests, but for now I had more desire to stay put and rest.

I deserved this. And if things went good here, then most if not all of the entire central zone here would be under my control. In addition to the west coast and north, this was enough as a base for my kingdom.

I had lots of things to do and prepare for. I saw lots of things that needed my attention, needed my boys to work their best and try to learn new stuff.

I needed them to start cultivation. I didn’t know how, but Lily and those Hectors at my capital would know a way for sure.

Also I needed them to start learning natural energy attacks. In the last fight against exiles I needed fiery attacks, but lacked a lot.

Not to mention at the battle before this, the spearhead shone and showed his true abilities. But that dude didn’t have full control yet over his power.

He needed time to train, everyone needed this, including me. So I decided, after taking control over most of the lands here, I’d retreat and build my forces up.

Wasting my energy in such a way, fighting on all fronts in such a fervent way wasn’t good. I got great results and gained many good things, but at the same time I lost sight of more important things.

I gathered my team not to let them follow me around like puppets. I needed them to become true generals, able to lead armies on their own and fight any foe without any help from my side.