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

Amusement radiated from the Grand Elder over Moth's innocence. He observed the junior elder wrestling to merge Hye's heroic deeds with this fresh perspective.

"He is doing this because we share a common enemy," Moth protested, his tone carrying little certainty. "He wants the Toranks gone as much as we do."

A deep, exhausted sigh escaped the Grand Elder, who knew it was time to deliver an important lesson to the young elder.

"Study the board, Moth. If it was only about the foe, a sensible leader would pull back. He'd gather his forces and retreat into the depths of his secret realm, allowing Hescos and Toranks to exhaust each other completely. That's the most secure option."

The Grand Elder halted, fixing his gaze on the marker for Hye’s modest vessel.

"He didn't merely aid us through the coup. He's extracting a fatal barb from his own flesh by dismantling a threat to all. Yet beyond that, as a Sovereign, no matter his personal regard for us or our shared hatred of the enemy, he prioritizes the supreme welfare of his own people."

"I see," Moth replied, his head lowering in a gradual nod of comprehension. The puzzle pieces snapped together at last. Hye was no mere roaming champion; he was a ruler defending his frontiers amid another's conflict.

"He didn’t disappoint. He deployed the heart of his realm's armed might. I truly can't fathom how or when he transported so many fleets across the cosmos to our location, but dozens of massive fleets now lurk in cold-stealth mode near our homeworld."

"Intriguing," the Grand Elder whispered, his gaze igniting with a keen, perilous gleam hinting at his scheming over the postwar power dynamics. "And what does our youthful sovereign demand? Whitelisting in our defense exclusion grids, no doubt?"

"Well..." Moth jolted in surprise for the third instance that hour. The elder grasped the scenario like an old tale. "That's precisely his request, but... Sir, is granting a outsider force complete shield from our world’s firepower prudent?"

"Grant his wish," the Grand Elder ordered, slicing past the junior elder’s rising worries with one decisive motion.

"Observe him, Moth. Watch with keen attention. After beholding his feats—rallying an elite strike force while our clans squabbled over betrayal—doesn’t it stir curiosity? Doesn’t it spark envy for such a visionary, capable youth among us?"

"Well... I hadn’t considered it like that," Moth stuttered.

The Grand Elder advanced and gently clapped Moth’s shoulder, his face warming with a mentor's kindness.

"Simply follow his instructions. We're not facing a mere prodigy of the era. This is a legend born once per civilization's saga. E

very scheme he crafts, every ruse he spins, every bold strategy he unleashes... It's pure genius; he'll execute it with flair. Begin by inquiring how he ferried those armies here. You could glean lessons in visionary strategy and playing the endless game."

Clear delight lit the elder's features, his spirits lifted by the human's outrageous scheme. His satisfaction went beyond Hye's exploits; he relished placing Moth, a top prospect among future Hescos leaders, in prime view of this genius.

Should Hye keep rising, Moth would grow under his influence, yielding unforeseen boons to the Hescos dominion.

[It’s done!] Following tense minutes of quiet, Moth’s message blinked on Hye’s display. [Your kingdom’s fleets are now exempt from our defense web. Our scanners mark them as allies. But I must know... How and when did you assemble a full armada at our threshold without a hint of warp signature?]

Hye eyed the message, permitting a serene grin. He held off replying. First, he sent a urgent broadcast to allies and commanders, greenlighting total fleet rollout.

At the same time, he directed his dispersed Soulers and Reapers to assume attack formations. Only afterward did he accelerate his scout craft to top velocity, hurtling into the Toranks armada's core.

[Well, I’ve been shifting them bit by bit since you first opened space to escort me to the Elders Council,] Hye messaged back, sketching the broad schedule while concealing his full scheme's details.

His nerves stayed ice-cool, heartbeat even. The looming battle held no terror, for his gambit was flawless. No matter the losses ahead, two truths stood firm: the Toranks God Weapon would crumble, and its fragments would grace Old Gan’s lab soon.

Then, space erupted in chaos.

The clash erupted not from one blast, but from a vast reconfiguration of foe lines. The mighty Toranks convoy guarding the God Weapon abruptly spread wide, arrays blooming into a protective orb.

It seemed they detected a shadow in the void, or maybe adhered to drilled responses from prior savage clashes with Hye.

With intense focus, Hye monitored the scans as vast mirrors first emerged from the God Weapon’s nucleus.

He refused to let them activate. He issued the command.

[Attack freely!]

Those brief words unleashed pandemonium. Hye’s realm commanders and comrades struck first. Their armadas unleashed rehearsed maneuvers, nimble fast-attack craft darting ahead.

Swarming like insects, they provoked the Toranks guards' frantic barrages. While foe guns chased the pests, capital vessels advanced, diving in, weapons charging for devastation.