I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse

1769  Why Are They Running Away? That's Stupid!

They all noticed the presence of such an alien group, suited up in different customs, with most of them coming from the other universe. However they were like locusts, never spared a single ship or anyone, killing everything they touched, before jumping off.

They were like a plaque! And without asking useless questions like who they were or whom they were following, both sides recognised the threat on the spot and started to nullify and deal with it.

Seeing such focused firepower coming at his warriors made him evilly grin. [Listen up, expand, move, and cover up a broader area of space, attack randomly, but in teams…]

He started to give further orders, watching them spread out and expanding. There was no fear in them, no hit could touch these warriors.

As such, the enemies got more dismayed by them, struggling to keep up with their ever-shifting moves. To make it worse, these weirdos didn't die, and didn't even suffer anything at all!

Shots passed directly through them, and that just threw all of the ships and fleets here, all the forces on board, leaving them clueless about what they should do.

In the middle of all this, Hye acted!

He went to space, took out his chariot, and started using his technique. From the early moments he appeared out there, and things turned to the worse for everyone.

They now had to deal with those locusts, and deal with these weird threads! Nothing could stop them, and when they failed to stop the threads, they tried to aim towards the owner, aiming at Hye.

The latter kept himself steady, not worrying about anything. The chariot had a strong defensive shield. And even if the attacks depleted the energy inside it fast, he used his bones to replenish that.

He didn't even think thrice before doing this. Bones were precious, but he was going to harvest tons of them after all this would be over.

So spending a little extra here wasn't an issue. And soon enough, the entire world shone brightly, as if it was all formed out of light and not black matter.

"It's just melancholic," Hye sighed when he found himself bathed in such a situation, "and like before, I'll crush it!"

This time he knew it was a bit challenging. After all the ships attacking him were armed with guns that could tear anything. Yet thanks to his bones, the chariot stood its place erect. And when he pushed more energy into his technique, the threads added more followers to him, adding up more forces and ships, relieving the pressure gradually.

It was slow, but everything was building up towards a certain closure. Five days passed. During which, the pressure over him vanished after one day, and then he moved back to his ship, moved and changed his current position. Then he went out and repeated it.

He found out that if he targeted places near where his warriors were active, then the pressure he'd face would decline. Not to mention he'd aid his warriors, accelerating tearing apart this grand gathering of ships and fleets.

The grand gathering of fleets started to look pathetic after four days. By then, they started to think about running away. They weren't to be blamed, as Hye's forces gained the nickname: Immortals!

They grew an infamy on both sides, and news about them spread all over the ships and fleets in the sector.

"It's enough, I can't go on and chase them like this," he sighed when seeing the space growing thin of any big gathering, "at least I managed to deal with such danger. Time to go to another sector…"

Before leaving, he made sure to save more bookmarks. Then he spent an entire week travelling to the second sector, before starting all over again.

This time, he felt how different this was. The enemy seemed to grow scared of his warriors. The moment they appeared, almost all the fighting stopped. Instead of fighting back, they started to run, find any place away from here, any place safe from him and his warriors.

"Done in three days? That's not even good…" he realised the crux of the problem, and couldn't help but laugh. As there was no way to change that, he decided to give Lucas more time to investigate the places of more gatherings.

At the same time, he started to gather his loot, and send his newly gained forces to join up his fleet of Soulers and Reapers tearing apart the enemies everywhere.

He spent three days doing this before he jumped off and started to collect the ships at the first gathering point. As the total number there was quite massive, he had to ask the Soulers and Reapers for help, storing ships in their inventories, before handing him everything later on.

Even with their help, it took him five days to get done from there. Then he started to consider his options.

"Hmm… So Lucas' men found ten other places like this, mostly at faraway places… This is going to take much longer than expected…"

He wouldn't complain if the enemies would stay in their places like sitting ducks. But from the general look of things, just travelling across these zones would take him months! And he was quite sure the disaster happening at the outer battlefield wouldn't last all this time. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"It's better to spend time at nearby spots… There are four right now, enough for me… I'm not a greedy person after all…"

He shook his head, regretting not having enough time to do what he wanted. As he decided, he started to move towards the four gathering points, claiming any loot from there.

At some point, he felt like he grew such infamy that the moment he'd appear, and even before he'd spread out any warrior, ships would start fleeing!

"This is stupid! Why the hell are they running? And why are they running this fast?!!" he couldn't help but tremble in rage. The last gathering spot he reached took him roughly one month, and yet the ships started fleeing the moment he appeared there.