I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse Chapter 1971: An Unknown Fleet Approaches!

Hye felt no rage; instead, he chuckled in a wicked and entertaining way at Moth. The other had tumbled straight into his scheme, pulling nothing from him in return. After ending the chat with Moth, Hye dove back into his current mission, unleashing vast numbers of his ships and packing them with ordinary soldiers.

He had depleted massive numbers of his Soulers and Reapers up to now, whether by staffing the early ships he launched before or assembling colossal armies at the Hescos' home planet. Therefore, he opted to reserve the leftovers in his inventory, for any emergencies.

The instant his massive armada appeared, the dynamics flipped entirely. The Toranks' leftover vessels shielding the God Weapon mirrors couldn't even halt their advance. Plus, the adversaries ditched any plans to grab extra mirrors, scared of Hye snatching even more.

The sight of that enormous fleet creeping forward relentlessly toward them sparked genuine terror among the Torank commanders. At once, they summoned back over half the squadron pursuing the three captured mirror vessels.

As this occurred, Hye's comrades and officers sensed his hand in the shift. They charged ahead, slamming into the surviving foe ships and shoving them away too.

Ultimately, the Toranks sacrificed three ships without wrecking them, got boxed in by a colossal fleet from every angle. Worse still, they held back any mirrors to blast chunks of this armada or tear openings in its compact array.

Hye deployed all his troops at a spacing that locked in a deadlock. The Toranks, as aggressors deep inside their bitter rivals' core stronghold, sat far from their nearest backup. Thus, a stalemate ranked as their ultimate nightmare scenario.

Whenever they lunged to breach or strike his ranks, brutal counterblows forced them back with heavy casualties. Hye reshaped the whole battleground into an upside-down Wild West face-off. Any assault meant huge defeats, forces dead even—no edge without massive gambles.

One gamble the Toranks attempted involved launching a handful of mirrors. Each time, Hye hit back with his suicide arrow assault, obliterating those mirrors plus extra carrier ships.

After a few more rounds of this, the Toranks swore off trying again. They realized they faced a patient, sly predator who reversed the game, crippled their top asset, and pinned them in fatal straits.

Like sand slipping through fingers, hours flew by, and five later, Hye's fiercest fighters seized the full defense hubs on the Hescos homeworld.

[I have two pieces of news, one good, and one bad!] Mere moments after those five hours, while Hye stayed locked in dominating the Toranks utterly, Moth fired off this message.

[Tell me both and I'll decide!] Hye replied offhand, issuing commands for another arrow strike to launch.

[The good news first, then… The control centres are finally under our control!]

[At fcking last!] Hye sighed, [When can you reactivate the defensive grid? And don't forget to exclude all of my new ships from the exclusion list, ok?]

[I'm already doing this right now as we speak!] Moth paused before adding, [I can reactivate the defensive net in less than twenty minutes. Yet there is the next piece of news that you need to know first… A huge, unknown fleet is approaching us as we speak…]

[What do you mean by unknown fleet?!] Hye didn't grasp it, [Are they part of the Toranks forces?]

[To our knowledge, no. They belong to an underground, mighty, nasty, and infamous force…]

[They are theirs!] Hye leaped to that verdict before Moth could elaborate or share more details on this group. Guessing wasn't tough; he knew major powers all ran shadowy underworld units for shady dealings.

Hye didn't need to probe the motive; he grasped it perfectly. His iron grip had the Toranks unraveling. They couldn't stomach defeat or delays. Handing Hescos extra time equaled their own doom warrant, not the foes'.

It looked like they'd drained nearby allies into the grand fleet Hye had shredded and besieged for ages. Their sole play left was unleashing a covert force they controlled. And fortune smiled with one so close.

[How can you tell that?!!] Moth reeled at Hye's swift call. He'd consulted the Grand Elder, who matched it exactly. Though Moth doubted, two sharp minds aligning sealed it as truth.

[Never mind about why, tell me how long before they'll arrive here…]

[They are almost here!] Suddenly, Moth's reply stunned: [They are less than ten minutes away from your outside fleet. That's why I'm telling you, it's grave news!]

[Well…] Hye absorbed it, [How big is this fleet exactly?]

[As big as the initial Toranks fleet that came here with the God Weapon!] Moth's words offered Hye zero relief. This spelled a tough bind.

He'd shelled out dearly to trap the Toranks' armada breathless for hours. But this approaching host would grant them revival.

Clashing with such a behemoth nearly upon them, sans barriers to block it, brought dire tidings. Hye saw this as the Toranks' last gasp before total collapse and rout.