I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse Chapter 1419 We Can't Do That!!!

The best I could do was to leave behind deep wounds, exploding rivers of lava out of their bodies.

I got the impression that if I followed through, attacking more a few tis, aiming at the deep wounds I left on their bodies, then I could easily kill them.

But I never got the chance to do so. My glaive was indeed overbearing, sending out all of my enemies far away from my reach.

And the enemies never gave any room or chance to follow my first attacks with more to kill those giants at least.

This slowly started to get on my nerves! I wanted to see one of the two formidable races here getting killed on my hands. This would bring satisfaction and quite the relief.

As for the once scary Exomachines, they ended up malfunctioning under my glaive like usual. And with my strength boost, I even cleaved a few into two halves, smashing many parts of others.

They might be scary against others, but against with a strength boost, it simply turned into an overkill.

I kept moving around, laying down one group of shields after another. I didn't leave behind any warriors for now as they needed generals to lead them.

If I threw my warriors simply like that, then things would turn quite ugly and I'd lose most if not all of them.

Putting aside the scary new one eyed giant dudes, the flying suited ones, the other forces of the enemy weren't pushovers!

There were the scary fiends, the hard to deal with silences, and the annoying locusts.

I decided to lay down the foundations first using shields. Then I'd let my warriors out, led by one general in each zone.

And then I'd start to clean the outside forces using my shields' scary attack.

For a reason, I felt like the end result this ti wouldn't be as remarkable as usual. There were the Exomachines, the ones who could shield anything and anyone away from the deadly attack of my shields.

And there were two new races here! I didn't know if they could handle my attack or not.

Not knowing the answer made more focused on trying it out.

"Co down here!" I gave the order to my chariot, and it moved fast and reached my place at the next mont.

"Listen well…" I looked around and before I'd say anything, the jumper was the one to interrupt .

"This battle isn't going to be easy."

"I know that…"

"It's going to be long."

"That's expected…"

"I hate being delayed on what I wanted to do," that dude said, and when I thought he was going to complain about my tactics, he suddenly added, "this world must have a core. Why won't we aim towards it? Why don't we dig deeper, explode this entire damn place to shreds and get out from here?"

"..."

Actually this was the first ti, the first ti I could recall, that this jumper acted this decisively and proposed sothing so brutal and decisive.

He was desperate, he wanted to get out of here as soon as he could.

Delaying ourselves here ant he'd get delayed from going towards the world that held his dude. And he knew that we got less than one month left before the grand opening of the twenty worlds' gates.

If he couldn't get to the world of his man by that ti, then he'd end up waiting for much more. Without securing and stabilising the situations at the twenty worlds, I'd not allow for a single one of them to roam other enemy hobases.

Not to ntion I was the only one with the ability to get anyone towards new enemy hobase worlds. So he needed my help, and I wouldn't ever allow him to do anything aside from handling the situation at the twenty world's first.

He also was sure that the mont the twenty worlds got opened, a hellish period of fight and hard tis were awaiting us.

"We can't do it," I knew what he wanted to do. If we were already underground, why wouldn't we dig deeper and reach the core of this planet?

This was a world, but like any other world it resided on a planet. And like any planet, destroying the core would turn the entire planet into an impossible to live in place, or even explode it to shreds.

This dude wanted to focus on digging the ground, moving to the core, exploding it using my thods, and then ending up ruining everything here.

"Reason?" he calmly asked, but I could feel his endless rage just from this calm tone.

"We need this world," I sighed, before adding, "we actually need every single world here."

"Why? We got many worlds back at ho to conquer! And we have twenty worlds to conquer!"

"You don't get it yet, don't you?" I rolled my eyes before adding, "look around! Have anyone seen such races before?"

"Trying to control them isn't going to work," he noticed how my threads and techniques failed to control the Exomachines before it seed, "and it's pointless! Once we conquer the apocalypse, our journey will be over."

"Wrong!" I decisively responded with a firm shake of my head, "once we cleared the apocalypse, controlled all the worlds in it, our real adventure will have just begun."

"This…"

"Let tell you sothing…" I looked around, gazed at all the others while slowly adding, "you may think we just got unlucky here by eting up such weird and formidable foes. But believe it or not, this isn't our first ti eting such an enemy."

"I never recall eting such an enemy before," the jumper kept leading the debate against , "not in this life, not even in any other life I lived!"

"You are wrong again," I slowly shook my head before adding, "rember the pocket world?"

"What about it?" The jumper was still glaring at , as if he wanted to devour , force to follow his desires and needs, lead him away after crushing this entire world here or even ditch everything and leave.