I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse Chapter 1966: The Attack on the God Weapon Starts!

The Grand Elder’s amusent at Moth’s naivety was palpable. He watched as the younger elder struggled to reconcile Hye’s heroism with this new point of view.

"He is doing this because we share a common enemy," Moth argued, though his voice lacked conviction. "He wants the Toranks gone as much as we do."

The Grand Elder let out a long, weary sigh, realising it was ti to provide the young elder with a valuable lesson.

"Look at the board, Moth. If this were just about the enemy, a logical man would have retreated. He would have taken his people and hidden deep inside his own hidden territory, letting the Hescos and Toranks grind each other into dust. That is the safest play."

The Grand Elder paused as he looked at the icon representing Hye’s small ship.

"He didn’t just help us survive a coup. He is attempting to pull a deadly thorn from his own side by destroying a weapon that threatens everyone. But more than that, he is a Sovereign. No matter how much he might personally like us, or how much he values our common enemy shared status, he must act to fulfil the ultimate benefit for his people."

"I see," Moth said, his head dipping in a slow nod of realisation. The pieces were finally clicking into place. Hye wasn’t just a wandering warrior; he was a king protecting his borders by fighting in soone else’s backyard.

"He didn’t disappoint. He brought the core of his kingdom’s military strength. I honestly have no idea how or when he managed to move that many fleets across the universe to our spot, but we have dozens of large fleets, currently sitting in a cold-stealth state around our holand."

"Interesting," the Grand Elder murmured, his eyes flashing with a sharp, dangerous light that suggested he was already calculating the post-war political landscape. "And what does our young sovereign want? To be whitelisted in our defensive exclusion matrices, I presu?"

"Well..." Moth was startled for the third ti that hour. The old man was reading the situation as if he were reading a familiar book. "That is exactly what he asked for, but... Sir, is it wise to give a foreign power total immunity from our planetary fire?"

"Do as he says," the Grand Elder commanded, cutting through the young elder’s mounting anxieties with a single, firm gesture.

"Watch him, Moth. Watch him closely. After seeing everything he has done, watching him mobilise an elite expeditionary force while our own houses were still bickering over treason, doesn’t it make you wonder? Doesn’t it make you wish we had such a capable, far-sighted young man in our own ranks?"

"Well... I hadn’t thought of it that way," Moth stamred.

The Grand Elder stepped forward and calmly patted Moth’s shoulder, his expression softening into one of ntorship.

"Just do as he says. This isn’t just a once-in-a-generation prodigy we are dealing with. We are witnessing a figure that appears once in an entire race’s history. E

very move he makes, every deception he weaves, every unconventional tactic he employs... It is a masterclass; he’ll do all this in style. Why don’t you start by asking him how he brought those forces here? Perhaps you might learn a thing or two about far-sighted planning and the art of the long ga."

The old man was visibly amused, his mood buoyed by the sheer audacity of the human’s plan. He wasn’t just pleased with Hye’s performance; he was pleased that Moth, one of the Hescos’ most promising future elders, was positioned as a front-row observer to this brilliance.

As long as Hye continued to ascend, Moth would be forced to mature in his shadow, eventually benefiting the Hescos empire in ways no one could yet foresee.

[It’s done!] After several long minutes of silence, Moth’s response finally flickered onto Hye’s console. [Your kingdom’s fleets are now secluded from our defensive net. They are officially friendly to our sensors. But I have to ask... How and when did you summon an entire armada to our doorstep without us detecting a single warp flare?]

Hye looked at the reply and allowed himself a calm smile. He didn’t answer imdiately. Instead, he broadcast a high-priority signal to his friends and generals, authorising the full-scale deploynt of the fleets.

Simultaneously, he signalled his scattered Soulers and Reapers to move into their strike positions. Only then did he push his own scout ship to its maximum speed, streaking toward the heart of the incoming Toranks armada.

[Well, I’ve been moving them in pieces since the very first ti you unlocked space to bring to the Elders Council,] Hye replied, giving a general outline of the tiline without revealing the specifics of his entire plan.

His nerves were cold, his pulse steady. He didn’t fear the upcoming clash because he knew he had played his cards right. Regardless of the casualties today, he was certain of two things: the Toranks God Weapon would be shattered, and its remains would be sitting in Old Gan’s laboratory within the week.

Then, the void ignited.

The battle didn’t start with a single shot, but with a massive shift in enemy layout. The grand Toranks fleet escorting the God Weapon suddenly fanned out, their formations expanding into a defensive sphere.

It felt as though they had sensed a ripple in the dark, or perhaps they were simply following a standard protocol learned from their previous, bloody encounters with Hye.

Hye watched the sensor feeds with focus as the first few massive mirrors began to unfold from the God Weapon’s core.

He didn’t wait for them to pri. He gave the mark.

[Attack freely!]

Those two simple words tore the gates of hell wide open. The first strike ca from Hye’s kingdom generals and his friends. Their fleets attacked in previously planned tactics, the small, high-agility ships surging out first.

They acted as a swarm, drawing the initial panicked volleys from the Toranks defensive fleet. As the enemy’s defensive fire beca preoccupied with the gnats, the heavy ships moved out, joining the fray, their cannons already glowing with the intent to kill.