I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse Chapter 1972: A Race Between Hye and the Grand Elder

[Are you certain you can reactivate the defensive grid within under twenty minutes?]

Hye fired off this message to Moth right away, then dove into a flood of incoming messages, issuing varied commands to his allies and fighters. He skipped waiting for Moth's full reply and jumped straight into executing the strategy that flashed into his thoughts.

[Sure, I'm already on it…]

[Pay close attention, Moth, I plan to release the Toranks…]

[What the heck…]

[It'll take them over twenty minutes to set up and power their God Weapon. I'll push my limits to delay them even more. But everything rides on you right now. Fail to restore the defensive grid in time, and your world falls, your empire crumbles. Got it?!]

[...]

[Give me a solid yes!] While waiting a full minute, Moth stayed silent. Even after the final message, Moth held back. And there was a good cause for it.

"Consult everyone first," the Grand Elder sat on his bed getting care for his fresh injuries, "secure a firm timeline for restoring the defenses. No mistakes allowed this round, understand?"

Right as Hye messaged Moth, the latter rushed to the Grand Elder for advice. The Elder was stunned by Hye's scheme, but his mind shifted to what enraged the Toranks earlier, spurring them to hurl most of their armada after Hye's trailing ships.

This hinted at a treasure in that convoy, something the Toranks refused to lose to foreigners, a prize worth Hye staking it all. The Grand Elder's suspicions locked onto one object—the sole prize aboard the foe's entire armada.

"I'll handle it immediately," Moth turned to dash off, but the Grand Elder halted him.

"Reach out to our dispersed nearby defense squadrons, order them to advance now," the Grand Elder's gaze blazed with intensity, "assure Hye there'll be no slip-ups at this vital juncture. Relay our plans to him, refuse any pushback.

"Got it," Moth remained unaware of the covert contest brewing between Hye and the Grand Elder to snag more God Weapon mirror fragments and vital loot.

While Moth followed the Grand Elder's directives, the old man couldn't suppress occasional chuckles. "I can't believe I regret not recruiting this kid into our ranks over those worthless humans! Such a priceless talent squandered on outsiders—what a shame!"

He shook his head, then burst into laughter picturing the shock on that young human's face upon hearing the update.

[The Grand Elder demanded this himself?!!] Hye awaited Moth's comeback, but when it arrived, it went beyond mere defense reactivation approval. It detailed the Elder's commands, leaving Hye dumbfounded for a solid minute.

"That sly old timer… Tsk! Dealing with cunning old foxes is tough; ploys that fool folks like Moth fail against sly veterans like the Grand Elder…"

[So…] Moth pressed for an answer, and Hye realized the Grand Elder's clever maneuver had boxed him in. A choice loomed between options, but Hye rejected picking sides.

[No problem, your troops can take this fight!] Hye pretended to follow the Grand Elder's script, [Let's kick it off! I'll unleash the Toranks, and you deal with them solo!]

[...]

Moth stood stunned, clueless on next steps. He sensed entrapment in a grand scheme beyond his comprehension. His only move was passing Hye's reply to the Grand Elder, sparking the elder's body-shaking guffaws.

"Push our forces to max velocity," the Grand Elder halted briefly, "ignore every word from that human. He'll hold back plenty of ships, so ensure our squadrons encircle the Toranks' armada completely—no metal scraps to Hye.

"Ok," Moth's earlier uncertainties vanished; a massive showdown raged between the Grand Elder and Hye. Fortunately, neither dragged him into choosing. He just craved a calm sit-down from one to unravel the chaos.

Hye acted just as the Grand Elder foresaw. He dispersed his personally positioned units across a vast zone, abruptly lifting the blockade on the Toranks. The foes froze in shock initially, then their commanders grasped how their covert ally signal exceeded all expectations.

They wasted no time, beginning to assemble the leftover mirrors. Halfway done, distant ships surged into view, racing their way. Without completing the array, they pivoted the half-ready God Weapon at the approaching armadas and unleashed hell!

The barrage wrecked the attackers, wiping out a third of one fleet instantly. This sight ignited terror among the oncoming forces—not for themselves, but their homeworld.

The Toranks pressed on! They unleashed more God Weapon blasts at another massive incoming fleet. Four additional volleys later, they obliterated nearly half the defenders the Hescos had mustered to shield their realm.

But this delay brought the Hescos' fleets perilously near. And then, they struck back.