I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse

Chapter 1624 Attacking The Berserkers

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"Don't you want them right now?" she shouted while I controlled my chariot and went towards the direction of portals she pointed towards.

"No need," I waved my glaive in the air, "this is a personal matter. Start spreading our armies in the twenty continents you selected. Don't ask about expanding anywhere else unless you'll control these places first, got it?"

"I'll do it in no time!" she shouted back at me, while I went closer to the area of the portals. I knew that taking down twenty continents wasn't an easy feat at all.

It took me a long time to control the fifth continent of the enemy before. And even right now I couldn't say for sure that I cleared most of them out of enemies.

So dreaming about clearing these twenty continents in a short time was mere fantasy and wishes. Yet I hoped she could hurry and control them in less than a month.

I estimated it would take such a time to clear all the Selvators and Berserkers regions.

As I arrived at the group of portals leaving towards their continents, I recalled my two friends who got killed by their own people.

Fang might have been a bit trickery, but he was quite dependable. He wasn't an explosive or fighting maniac like Wryly, but he was wise and knew when to speak and what to say.

Yet I missed Wryly more. That Berserker was quite honest, simple minded, and loved harsh battles all the time. He wasn't the type to flinch away from any battle, and that unique way to fight and shout in the middle of it was still fresh in my mind.

Just the mere thought that these two got killed by their people thanks to me, the thought that their people agreed to follow and aid me in times of danger and war, to just flip the switch and turn their daggers at my back, was something enough to make my blood boil!

These damn bastards and traitors… It was time for executing revenge on them. And I didn't think too much about which portal I should visit first. In my eyes, I'd visit all of them and kill all of their people in the end.

Giving them a chance to serve me and my kingdom? No way! I didn't plan to give any of them such an easy path out of this.

In my eyes, getting rid of two races who already got their chances and ruined it was just.

"Hi, hi! Did you miss me?" The moment I went out of the portal I randomly selected, I found myself appearing just in the middle of endless Berserker forces.

They seemed to surround the portal here, aiming to prevent any one of my side to step foot in their continent. But the moment I appeared, my chariot and its shield protected me quite well.

The moment I appeared there, I was welcomed by torrents of attacks. It fell like rain, and got stopped like they were made out of glass or something.

Once their initial attack failed, they all stopped. And with my words, I could feel the atmosphere changing fast.

These folks… They recognised me, hahahaha!

"Sorry for my delay, I was busy paying you a formal and proper visit before. But now it's time to change all this. Please send a message to your paragons, tell them that doomsday is already coming to you, damn traitors, damn bastards!"

I didn't stop after saying these words. The next moment, I called forth all my warriors, led by my Kings and Soulers. "Kill them, leave none alive!"

With these mere words, it was like hell gates opened on everyone here. My warriors weren't weak, and they fought in tons of wars already, crushed mighty enemies, much scarier than these folks.

But I knew Berserkers weren't a race to be underestimated. They were also warmongers and experts at battles like my warriors.

So seeing this fight was quite interesting actually. To honour my dead follower, Wryly, I decided to keep my hands off and didn't use my bubbles this time. I even took my glaive, jumped off my chariot, and started a spree of killing among everyone around.

This race always got my admiration and respect. Even if they were my enemies, I shouldn't kill them in a way that was seen as low and treacherous in their eyes.

It was better to clash against them using the same might they always worshipped, just to let them realise how big the opportunity they screwed was.

Following me was going to be the best decision they ever made! And that was why I decided to fight this race with the thing they loved and adored the most.

Doing this war this way didn't slow down me or anything. My warriors kept coming towards the enemies in huge numbers, killing them fast, pushing the line forward. And as the Berserkers weren't the type to use tactics or tricks in fighting, they matched my head on style of fight with another.

It was bloody and brutal, but it was also swift. When I flew high in the air, I found out that my forces were crushing the enemies like an unstoppable flood. I even doubted if they were just running in the woods without any enemies to kill, they wouldn't travel this fast at all!

Seeing this scene made me uncontrollably laugh. The enemies we were fighting were just the best in direct clashes, but my warriors were already crushing them like fire eating weed.

I didn't know if this was partially thanks to their sense of guilt or what. Perhaps they thought what they did to their own man, Wryly, deserved them to get punished or something.

Or perhaps my warriors grew stronger beyond my imagination. Anyway, I returned to wave my glaive around, killing and hacking anyone I met, moving forward while my chariot kept tagging along from behind.

Taking down a few armies wasn't an issue, but taking an entire continent was. The distance we needed to cover was simply scary. And so after a long time of doing this, I decided to accelerate this process and entered my mirror world.