I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse Chapter 1967: Partially Destroying the God Weapon

The leaders of the Toranks committed a deadly miscalculation. They assumed the first wave of tiny vessels sprang from the Hescos’ dispersed planetary outposts, a frantic final gasp from a collapsing empire. With smug confidence, they reshaped their battle lines, creating openings in their outer shield perimeter to channel the small ships straight into death traps.

This played right into Hye’s expectations. The instant those breaches formed, the colossal vessels roared their engines to life, charged ahead swiftly, and unleashed devastating salvos. Rather than zeroing in on the protector ships, their firepower hammered relentlessly at the radiant, exposed nucleus of the array: the carriers bearing the God Weapon and their deploying mirrors.

Exploiting those fleeting holes in the foe’s defenses, the heavy projectiles and pinpoint lasers crashed into the armada’s core. Titanic blasts erupted across the void, shredding escort frigates into shimmering debris clouds. Critically, multiple massive mirrors cracked and exploded under the relentless barrage.

Stunned by the abrupt assault, the Toranks rushed to seal the breaches. Their tactical discipline deserved respect. The guardian vessels swiftly realigned their tiers, weathering the follow-up onslaught while launching a unified, roaring counterattack.

The conflict kicked off with a crippling first blow, yet the adversary’s overwhelming numbers prevented one hit from triggering a withdrawal. As the mighty fleet steadied itself, the vessels guarding the surviving mirrors pulled back into the protective bubble, persisting in revealing their lethal payload amid the flames.

[Keep them busy for me!] Hye’s directive surged to his allies and commanders. [Draw their fire, lure them into the deep space! Lead them away from the core!]

Hye stayed quiet himself, holding a steady separation from the God Weapon’s convoy. He monitored the live streams intently. The Toranks were bouncing back; they’d sent most interceptors to clash with his kingdom’s troops, but wisely kept a squadron in reserve to shield the mirrors from surprise follow-ups.

"They’re managing this with irritating precision," Hye reflected, ice in his gaze. "But too bad for you—you’re not facing a regular force. You’re up against me. Time to unleash the real chaos. Deploy in waves, strike from all angles! Drive a fleet between their divided units. Force them to pay in blood just to spot each other. Make them crumble!"

That command unveiled the trap’s full scope. From the vacant void the Toranks thought they’d cleared, countless stealth ships from Hye’s dispersed armada abruptly activated. They didn’t charge in one formation; they swarmed in ceaseless, interlocking surges, pummeling the enemy from both flanks at once.

Torank scanners detected no anomalies until the hidden fleet stirred. The initial jolt froze the core defenses for vital moments.

The ensuing carnage left even Hye arching his brows in surprise; the ambush’s triumph surpassed his boldest hopes.

"If you’re this obliging, time for a plan shift," he declared with a wicked grin.

He sent fresh instructions. Myriad small craft darted toward the flaming debris and intact Torank hulls. No artillery blasts; instead, they released armored troops. Upon nearing the exteriors, they disgorged hordes of Soulers and Reapers.

By the point Torank commanders rallied their barrages against the outer threats, victory had slipped away. Hye’s crack fighters had infiltrated numerous vessels, slaughtering crews aboard the key ships in the inner ring. In thirty minutes, the protective shell around the God Weapon’s mirror carriers was rotting from within.

As foes finally synced their retaliation, Hye’s forces incurred true casualties. Amid the frenzy, the otherworldly ships’ barriers proved less effective. Breaches tore hulls, vessels fell. Yet Hye remained unmoved. In a clash this epic, attrition meant nothing. His sole aim: obliterate the God Weapon utterly.

After the opening hour, the Toranks’ colossal push stalled dead. Most deployed mirrors lay as charred shells or floating shards. The God Weapon faced disassembly at its heart.

Each time enemies concentrated on assaults from the Hescos sector, Hye’s kingdom leaders struck back savagely, redirecting focus to perimeter skirmishes and letting more Soulers and Reapers press their bloody infiltration.

Despite Hye’s formidable navy, the numerical edge of his generals’ brought armada dwarfed it.

Still, as time stretched from minutes to hours, the truth emerged: the outer fury drew eyes, but the inner saboteurs delivered fatal wounds. Soulers and Reapers ravaged unstoppably, shattering enemy will bridge by bridge.

The nonstop mirror losses plunged Torank leaders into mad frenzy. Trapped, they couldn’t withdraw without eternal shame, couldn’t press into the kingdom’s iron jaws, couldn’t ready the God Weapon for planet-killing fury.

But a trapped beast fights wild.

Abruptly, the surviving dozen mirrors flared bright. No need for completion; they’d unleash whatever remained.

[Get ready! An attack is coming!] Hye’s alert raced to all commanders and allies. No one knew this horror like him. [The mirrors are preparing to shed. Once the attack path is identified, scatter! Do not maintain your current positions. You have roughly two minutes before the attack hits. Move!]