I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse Chapter 1973: The Battle over the Spoils of War

The fight intensified rapidly! Toranks and Hescos clashed desperately to annihilate one another, with the Hescos focusing primarily on destroying those irritating mirrors, while the Toranks shielded them fiercely from assaults before unleashing the God Weapon repeatedly.

Amid the chaos, Hye lurked stealthily in the void's depths, observing everything via feeds from his dispersed troops. Just as the Grand Elder predicted, retreat wasn't his intention. Beyond the Grand Elder's foresight, he refused to linger until the Toranks fell.

True victory lay not in seizing mirror shards, but in commandeering vessels bearing whole mirrors. When combat ignited, Hye dispatched numerous tiny ships covertly and steadily, slipping through blatant weaknesses in foe formations, capitalizing on their fixation with approaching Hescos armadas, and unleashing Soulers and Reapers across numerous mirror-laden flagships.

Hours dragged on in the skirmish, and Hye chuckled inwardly as updates poured in about his forces capturing additional vessels.

Deploying vast fleets or troops risked exposure, so he dispatched limited batches consistently, prolonging the takeover of each ship beyond initial estimates.

Still, the outcome proved astonishing! Over a dozen such ships fell under his command! Now, claiming them was all that remained.

"I think this is enough," Hye observed the factions slaughtering each other for hours until scant forces survived, "the Toranks will never touch the homeland of the Hescos, and the latter won't let them even escape. The myth of the God Weapon falls here, ends here, but not for me, hahaha!"

Caught between aiding his kingdom's armada or plundering more from the Toranks' God Weapon, he opted for both! He surged toward his kingdom's fleets, bolstering them with abundant ships and fighters. Then, via staff portal, he withdrew into concealment, biding time for the perfect strike.

"Time to grab my grand prize," he edged toward the cluster of his seized ships, as both armies fixated on mutual combat, blind to the abrupt assembly of a dozen flagships. By detection, Hye had arrived, torn open a portal to his Second Earth realm, and ushered the ships inside.

With his haul safeguarded, restraint vanished. "Attack freely," he commanded, "separate those mothefckers from their mirror ships, and send all the Soulers and Reapers vessels we have to take control of more of them."

Despite his acquisitions, more tempted him. The Toranks' doom sealed when the defensive grid hummed alive. Escape eluded them, assaults failed, and movement invited savage barrages from those barriers.

Hye exploited every weakness, and fortune favored him as Hescos distracted flawlessly. They seized total Torank focus, erasing memory of the adversary who harried them relentlessly for hours.

"What are you waiting for?!!" Monitoring battle feeds, the Grand Elder first detected Hye's scheme. He abandoned his bed, guards aiding his stride to Moth, who nearly collapsed seeing the elder's visage twisted in raw rage!

"Send everything we got, secure these mirrors fast before that greedy human takes them all!"

The Grand Elder grasped Hye's goal, and though peril passed, rivalry lingered between them over war's richest bounties.

No brilliance required to see that amassing most spoils edged closer to God Weapon secrets. The Grand Elder knew its fuel derived from their homeworld. Yet he doubted Hye's time below, purging illicit cities, yielded no massive God Ore hauls.

This insight painted futures for the Grand Elder. Such pivotal arms belonged solely to Hescos. Ore stemmed from their soil. Though method unclear, purging Torank spies and enclaves would snap enemy supply chains.

Limited reserves or not, Toranks faced delays rebuilding comparable arms, shunning overt use henceforth.

This held for Hye too, but instinct warned the Grand Elder this human diverged. Scarce ore wouldn't deter him; he'd optimize it, unearth alternates, or horrifically, mimic and mass-produce it.

The brutal conflict twisted abruptly, all scrambling for loot amid slaughter of lingering foes across Hescos' home turf.

Clashes persisted days into the following week. The Grand Elder showed no mercy to traitors, executing myriad ancient powers post thorough probes into motives.

Treason itself paled; unraveling why empire bastions betrayed their kin demanded answers. Yet findings boiled to base urges: lust for amplified might and dominance.