I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse Chapter 1965: Calling the Cavalry!

Out from Hye’s inventory poured his fleets, brimming with his fiercest battle-tested warriors, Soulers, and Reapers. Rather than grouping them tightly, he dispersed them through the void like sown seeds, instructing every unit to activate their top ghost-stealth protocols and lurk silently in the enveloping darkness.

At the same instant, he dispatched a message to the hidden arrow, that covert asset he'd sent off the very moment he grasped the enemy's full scheme.

"It’s a miracle they made it in time," he observed, eyes blazing with fierce exhilaration. "Now we can truly begin the grand plan."

His gaze turned toward the long-range sensors. The radar screens started lighting up with enormous heat signatures. The God Weapon journeyed not in isolation; it formed the core of a vast, horrifying armada. The instant they hit the ideal firing range for the Hescos world, they’d extend the weapon’s main mirrors.

Hye simply needed to bide his time for the perfect strike. He awaited their start on the intricate maneuver of repositioning the massive fleet to shield the God Weapon. When they began deploying the God Weapon’s mirrors, that vulnerability would peak. Then he’d unleash hell.

His strategy appeared straightforward: should the foes drag a world-destroyer right to his threshold, he’d transform that threshold into a vast tomb.

Yet his goals stretched beyond simple ruin. He craved samples. He aimed to salvage the debris from that cutting-edge tech. He even dared dream of seizing a whole mirror for old Gan to tear apart in the lab.

On top of that, he had to hijack the escort vessels. He required insights into the God Weapon’s power systems, its recharge methods, fuel origins, and paths to trace those sites back to their roots.

Should he verify the recharge theory, victory wouldn’t just mean a battle won; it’d expose the Toranks empire’s fatal flaw. He’d scour the cosmos for every recharge outpost and reduce them to cinders.

Now, all that remained was patience as the Toranks armada drew nearer and unveiled their mirrors. He eyed the expanding blips on his display, the hunter poised for the deer to step into the open glade. The opening move wouldn’t come from his fresh-deployed ships, but from the stealthy piece he’d positioned ages ago.

[Are you in position?] Hye transmitted into the void as the enemy fleet pierced the solar system’s outer edge.

[We are ready!]

[We are in the position!]

[Just give us the order and we’ll kill them!]

Confirmations poured into Hye’s comms panel like a barrage, a virtual chorus of eagerness that curved his lips into a serene grin. The moment links restored amid the Elder Council’s early turmoil, Hye hadn’t idled for the Hescos to gear up. He’d contacted Olana, leveraging her to rally his kingdom’s top elites with an urgent summons.

Hye thrived on layered backups. As the Toranks maneuvered their God Weapon into place, he’d been subtly directing his own troops.

Long prior to verifying the celestial mirror-weapon’s role, he’d braced for the direst scenario: a colossal Toranks backup surge. Against it, he’d called forth the elite cream of his kingdom’s might.

Through fortune and Olana’s lead, his troops had slipped into the sector’s unseen zones a whole day ahead of the scheduled Hescos shield downfall. This completed the scheme. Now, as the God Weapon’s mirrors began to spread far off, Hye adjusted their assignments.

[I’m sending the updates about your tasks now. Study the enemy’s arrangements, the current fleet layering, and plan your specific entry points!]

Hye forwarded heaps of data and schemes he’d crafted meticulously before venturing into space. [Once the signal flares, you have three primary objectives: Total annihilation of the escort enemy ships, the destruction of the God Weapon’s mirrors, and, most importantly, the retrieval of every scrap of wreckage and mirror-pieces you can secure!]

This formed the core of his scheme. Hye realized that despite surprise, his kingdom’s forces might falter against a fortified Toranks fleet’s onslaught.

The Toranks ruled this universe’s tricks and foul tactics; such weapons came wrapped in layers of backup shields. To close that divide, the Hescos had to execute flawlessly.

He shot a last, intricate message to Moth, detailing the exact orbits of his spread-out units.

[I need you to ensure these specific units are whitelisted from all planetary fire,] Hye’s message ended. [Exclude them from the targeting systems, and wait for my specific mark to reactivate the planetary defences. If you flip the switch too early, you’ll fry my people along with the enemies!]

On the immense flat world’s surface, Moth gaped at the message, stunned. He scrubbed his eyes, exhaustion from recent days blurring his vision as he pondered if he imagined the immense alien force Hye had unveiled lurking at their gates.

"What is it? What’s happening now?"

The Grand Elder’s tone rolled like distant thunder. He’d scrutinized Moth’s expression, noting the young elder’s abrupt paleness. Drawing near, he eyed Moth with a hint of mirth. "Did the human finally reveal his real play?"

Beyond Moth’s expectations, the Grand Elder showed no fury or sense of betrayal. Rather, he seemed... Pleased.

"You knew?!!" Moth exclaimed, whipping his head toward the elder. "You knew he was bringing an army into our territory without permission?!"

The Grand Elder merely nodded, gaze locked on the tactical display. "A man like that, a human who grabs the reins to fight a war not his own, who plunges into a den of traitors to save another race, he doesn’t act just from pure kindness, Moth."