I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse Chapter 1968: Summoning Lucas

Hye imparted his precious battle lessons to his comrades and commanders, shifting a looming massacre into a tactical reshuffle. Five hours ticked by since the opening volley, five hours of brutal, drawn-out warfare. Hye knew the moment had arrived to snap the jaws shut.

[Moth, activate the defensive net now!] Hye transmitted, a feral smile creeping across his face. [It’s time to roast these motherfckers!]

Just seconds of quiet stretched out, yet it dragged on like forever. Then a response blinked in, chilling Hye’s veins.

[Give me an hour!]

Hye gawked at the message, his brain refusing to grasp its madness. [An hour? What the hell do you mean, an hour? Don’t say you’ve already lost the defensive centres!]

That stood as the sole sane explanation. Enemy capture of the planetary defence control centres would doom the entire strategy right there. Yet the truth cut even deeper. Hye hadn’t grasped the full rot of betrayal festering in the Hescos’ top ranks.

[The centres are secure, but the problem is here at the Council!] Moth fired back in a desperate text storm.

The update painted a horror show. Hye believed he’d purged all traitors from the Elder Council, but hidden moles lingered. As soon as planetary shields dropped and Hye shifted to space combat, they pounced. A huge bomb plus countless explosives ripped through the primary assembly chamber.

Deaths mounted heavily among faithful Elders, with the Grand Elder himself maimed by the explosion. Hadn’t most leaders relocated to a backup room moments earlier, following Hye’s duel with the God Weapon, the Hescos’ command structure would’ve been obliterated instantly.

Yet the havoc spread beyond elder casualties. Core consoles tying leaders to defence centres got obliterated in the inferno. Rekindling those links meant dispatching runners with fresh gear to every site. Surrounded by turncoats, slipping a courier past turned into a death wish.

[At least tell me you have active portals linked to the centre’s locations!] Hye barked, his temper fraying.

[What use are portals when they open into a warzone?] Moth shot back, terror dripping from every word. [The centres are under siege from the outside. Sending a handful of messengers into that is suicide!]

[Just prepare to open them,] Hye shot back, his thoughts racing ahead to counter this twist. [How long until you can stabilise them?]

Hye refused to linger a full hour while Hescos mustered guts. Toranks already unleashed the God Weapon, and each dark minute on the planetary grid let them regroup. He picked the rawest, fiercest fix on hand.

[Five minutes, top,] Moth answered, stunned. [But Hye, what are you planning to do?]

[You’ll see. See you in five then!] Hye cut the chat, fired up numerous others, and unleashed a barrage of commands to his realm’s generals and buddies. No space for drawn-out talks.

As he orchestrated, the God Weapon mirrors unleashed their first flawed blast. Energy shells sloughed off the mirrors, fusing into a beam that hurtled through void, gaining speed and erasing a dozen vanguard vessels too slow to evade.

Not the apocalypse the Toranks craved, but proof the timer hit zero.

[Keep targeting those mirrors!] Hye ordered his armada. [Destroy every piece of them you can reach!]

Then, when Moth confirmed portals active, Hye skipped messengers. He triggered one and plunged his vessel through.

Hye’s ship emerged to reveal the ruin’s vastness below. The council structure lay bisected by the detonation. Dense clouds of black smoke churned skyward, twisting like shadowy ghosts above the twisted ruins.

Shimmering heat from charred rock screamed the attack’s recency to Hye. That clarified Moth’s frenzy. Shock from the abrupt assault and its ruin hadn’t faded during their exchange.

"You came back?!!"

Hye’s ship breached the portal, and Moth spotted it at once, dashing to greet the human. Despair etched Moth’s features, eyes flicking upward like bracing for divine wrath. "Is everything okay up there? What’s the status of the battle?!"

"It is stable for the moment," Hye answered, his tone icy amid the turmoil. He halted, eyes scanning the smoldering wreckage. "However, the situation on your front is far less fortunate. I am here to intervene. Open the portals and stand back."

Moth acted without delay. Every instant counted. No arguments or extra queries—he pulled away, fingers blurring on a mobile control panel. In under a minute, air ripped with scores of glowing portals ripping wide, each tied to a scattered planetary defence control centre.

"Lucas, listen well..." Hye called his top lieutenant.

Right then, the Soulers and Reapers’ boss appeared. Lucas, a fighter posted at Olana pre-Hye’s arrival in Hescos territory, had endured the split out of need. Passive watch ended now. Olana faced no threats warranting guards. Hye required him here for this ruthless task.

"The situation is exactly as I described," Hye pressed on, nodding at the vortexes. "Deploy all units to these coordinates immediately. Secure the perimeters and eliminate any enemy presence around the centres. Once a center is cleared, report to that man over there."