I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse

She didn’t say anything else. Were these creatures worthy of such protection, to send all these fiends out to silence Sara and bury the secret she spotted down with her?

Or did she spot something else, something she thought was trivial and not worthy to mention and it was related to a bigger secret?

I couldn’t tell until I’d see for myself.

Just seeing all these fiends marching towards one direction made me drool for them. “I can’t let them escape, or else I don’t deserve to be named Hye!” I took such a heavy oath on myself, deciding to not let a single one of them escape.

That made my earlier decision to withdraw from such a battle much wiser.

If I joined, then the enemy would get alarmed and might get scared. I’d regret it for a long time if all of these fiends ended up running.

So I kept flying at a very high altitude, hoping for my chariot to not get spotted by anyone.

As I rose to such height, I managed to see the things Sara spoke about.

I saw huge bodies, formed entirely of metal. They looked as if they were giant monsters or races, yet their bodies weren’t formed of any flesh like any other.

Instead, all I saw was bodies made entirely out of metal like ores. I saw joints, shields, legs and trunks made entirely of metal. Yet these things had very lively looking eyes, and a face that could show human-like emotions.

I didn’t know why but seeing these made me recall the old human obsession about AI and their revolutionary thoughts about making robots with minds like humans or even better.

These things down there… They looked like machines, robots, or manmade things, and yet they also looked lively like any other race.

I now realised why Sara got confused about such creatures, not finding the right words to describe them back then.

However this wasn’t the crux of the issue.

Even when I spotted millions of them standing in neat lines, forming some sort of a formidable looking great wall that stretched towards two East and West, entrapping the entire zone inside, this didn’t ring any alarm inside my head.

However, what really looked quite troublesome, enough to make my heart clink on its own, was the sight of these grand holes behind this line of defence.

These robots, or Exomachines like what I decided to call them, looked quite formidable. If the fiends got such value in my eyes thanks to the gears they got, then these Exomachines were something far more precious.

Their entire bodies were like a treasure trove in itself. Not to mention the revolutionary idea of them was priceless!

Just taking a bunch of these and delivering them to my research department was enough to change the entire future path of my kingdom.

I couldn’t tell what weapons or tricks these Exomachines had. However, for some reason, the enemy didn’t deploy them before. And that meant they weren’t that formidable.

At best, they’d be armed with the same gears the fiends got, or even a bit weaker version of these. If the enemy had such strong forces from the start, then why wasting their kin in the previous battles and didn’t just use such scary forces from the start?

It was either this force wasn’t that terrifying, or it really was. However they came with a sole weakness, and that was their size.

If the enemy didn’t use them before then it must be one of the end weapons they got to use when things would go south. And that must be related to the few numbers they got compared to other forces the enemy had.

I didn’t know if they found such a race in a relic of a long gone civilisation like the grand third line of defence the enemy had, or perhaps they could make them. But one thing was true about them, they looked alive to be a race, but they didn’t give me the vibe of being one.

Something must stand in the path of such formidable evolutionary forces. The more I thought about it, the more I got convinced that the enemy just found them in one ancient relic.

The enemy proved to be lacking in terms of research and technology. They got the third line of defence from one long lost civilisation and race, and yet they couldn’t get a head or tail about the technology behind such a deadly weapon.

If that was the case, then in my eyes the Holy Ones turned to be some sort of scavengers. They got the ability to roam around many cosmos, visiting tons of universes, and found endless treasures left behind by long gone people.

They weren’t that special. And that would explain how they couldn’t mimic or break down the concept behind these Exomachines.

That didn’t mean I wouldn’t be able to do it! I got a large group of brilliant folks back at my research department. Giving them such specimens would be more than enough to open a new path for my weapon industry.

As for the problem of turning these into a mighty race, I was sure I’d get an idea when I’d get more intel about these things.

But for now I could already see a few strong points in them that would come to be quite troublesome later on.

For a first, they gave me the same feeling my shield bearers had.

That meant they might have some sort of a combined skill to be used when attacking or defending.

If their number wasn’t that high then such a combined skill wouldn’t matter. But I felt like their number would reach a staggering one hundred million if I put the grand region here in consideration.

The next problem lies in the creatures themselves, or should I call them machines? Anyway, they gave me the impression that they wouldn’t be easily tamed or might be immune to my technique.