I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse

And what I saw made me smile despite trying not to.

The fire got extinguished, and the two layers of shields merged together. This just didn't add more lands to me, but also helped in expanding the outer shield zone outside for miles.

If before the space was limited and the fiends were piled over each other, then right now the place could accommodate too many folds of such fiends.

Not to mention during the time I stopped using my board, the fiends fought desperately against my warriors. The two sides suffered great losses. But I didn't care at all about my warriors.

If I lost even all of them, then I'd simply summon more. And that was exactly what I did here.

As my board got into action, the fiends were now bound to the ground once more. As for my forces, they first got suppressed before they slowly started to adapt.

And then another wave of brutal killing started. As for that dude, he seemed to lack any way to defend most of his forces against my deadly shield strike.

Few holes kept gushing out fiends inside for almost an hour before all the holes started to get busy again.

Seeing such a stream of walking treasure chests towards me made my heart throb fiercely while I exerted great control over my expression to not show such excitement.

This was simply great! I estimated to have tens of millions of sets of gears out of this battle alone. Not to mention the endless number of bones.

I kept repeating the same move once every two hours, and slowly started to decrease the time interval to one hour after two days.

This battle kept raging on for an entire week. By the end of this week, the time interval was as low as once per half an hour.

The number of shields I summoned was beyond count right now. The amount of ground I controlled increased by many folds, adding more space to accommodate more fiends.

During this time, Isac sent a distressing message about the changes that started to happen at the ground back there. I simply gave her the order to ask any of my Avengers V to replenish the ground ability again. And I even asked her to start adding more ground and come closer to the direction of the big noises.

After one week, I felt it was enough. I planned to put an end to such a long battle, kill the enemy and claim my victory.

During this time, the enemy never stopped sending out his fiends. He even tried to stop my shields and bring them down by using that fire and even the cloud abilities at least five times in this period.

I used the attacks of fire to light the spark of my shields' fierce attacks. Even if the clouds wouldn't trigger that strike, I waited for a day or two before releasing the offensive skill.

I waited each time for the fire to be used and left enough time for it to hit my shields and accumulate damage there.

One time that dude seemed to grow impatient and came here in person. He used the fire skill all over the place, and that made me lose almost all of my warriors.

I simply countered it by stopping my board artefact, then used my pillars to form another layer of shields.

Then after two days of doing so, I activated the berserk attack skill of my shields, exterminating the fire down and merging the two layers of shields once again.

When the enemy realised this was a futile endeavour, he didn't use such a method again. Or perhaps he felt scared by the great effect of my gravity artefact, or got feared of being too close to me.

His first time succeeded as I never expected such a move from him. But after he used it already once, it was easy for me to detect his position once he tried again. And that would endanger him once more.

As he was frightened from coming near me, I got nothing else to do about him for now. However that didn't mean I ended up with a loss here.

Just the number of entrapped fiends was enough to make me feel satisfied about this battle. Not to mention the number of dead fiends who fell under the weapons of my warriors.

I had to replenish my warriors here dozens of times already. I grew numb from doing that, and I never felt a speck of regret or pain from such a loss.

Mourning the loss of warriors I gained with few bones? And feeling so while I was about to get an endless number of Holy Ones bones? Not to mention the gears... No, I wouldn't be this bitter and greedy.

I looked at the tens of miles covered by my shields and thought about the number of fallen fiends outside my shields and that was enough to make me jump up in delight.

Up till now, all my actions led the enemy to believe I was getting weaker. But as I decided it was enough, and made up my mind to wrap things up, I didn't show any sign of weakness anymore.

Instead I kept supporting my board with my energy for hours without a moment of pause. Even when I replaced my bones, I made sure to not waste a single second in doing so.

The previous show of me struggling to do so was gone. I got enough to arm up tens of millions of soulers and reapers, enough to make a formidable army on my side.

Fearing these fiends? Humph! That was an old tale now.

Just by using my soulers and reapers with gears would be enough to face such a grand army and crush it without the need to use any of this.

And on top of that, with each passing battle, I'd end up gaining more gears and bones. As for the dead soulers, I got enough in my inventory to cover up such losses.