I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse-Chapter 1965: Calling the Cavalry!

From Hye’s inventory, he released his fleets, each one packed with his most battle-hardened warriors, Soulers, and Reapers. He didn’t cluster them; instead, he scattered them across the space like seeds, ordering each unit to engage its highest-level ghost-stealth protocols and wait in the silence of the shadows.

Simultaneously, he sent a message to the hidden arrow, the secret asset he had dispatched the moment he realised the extent of the enemy’s plot.

"It’s a miracle they made it in time," he noted, his eyes flashing with great excitement. "Now we can truly begin the grand plan."

He shifted his attention to the long-range sensors. The radar was already beginning to bloom with massive heat signatures. The God Weapon wasn’t travelling alone; it was the centrepiece of a grand, terrifying armada. They would deploy the weapon’s primary mirrors the moment they reached the optimal firing range for the Hescos world.

Hye just had to wait for the right moment. He needed them to start the complex process of rearranging their grand fleet to protect the God Weapon. The moment they began unfolding the God Weapon’s mirrors, they would be at their most vulnerable moment. That was when he would strike.

His plan was deceptively simple: if the enemy wanted to bring a world-ender to his doorstep, he would turn that doorstep into a graveyard.

But his ambition reached further than mere destruction. He wanted samples. He wanted to harvest the wreckage of that advanced technology. He even entertained the near-impossible goal of capturing an intact mirror for the old Gan to dissect back in the lab.

Furthermore, he needed to subvert the escort ships. He needed to understand the energy logistics of the God Weapon, how it was recharged, where the fuel came from, and how to track those facilities to the source.

If he could confirm the recharging hypothesis, he wouldn’t just be winning a battle; he would be identifying the Achilles’ heel of the Toranks empire. He would hunt down every recharging station in the universe and turn them to ash.

All he had to do now was wait for the Toranks armada to come closer and deploy their mirrors. He watched the dots on his screen grow larger, the predator waiting for the elk to enter the clearing. The first to move wouldn’t be his newly deployed ships, but the hidden player he had placed on the board long ago.

[Are you in position?] Hye sent the message out into the dark as the enemy fleet breached the outer rim of the solar system.

[We are ready!]

[We are in the position!]

[Just give us the order and we’ll kill them!]

The rapid-fire confirmations flooded Hye’s message board, a digital symphony of readiness that pulled a calm smile to his lips. The second the communications had been restored after the initial chaos at the Elder Council, Hye hadn’t just sat on his hands waiting for the Hescos to mobilise. He had reached out to Olana, utilising her to broadcast a high-priority cavalry call to his own kingdom’s elites. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Hye was a man who believed in overlapping contingencies. While the Toranks had been busy moving their God Weapon into position, Hye had been quietly pulling the strings of his own forces.

Even before he had confirmed the involvement of the celestial mirror-weapon, he had prepared for the worst, a massive Toranks reinforcement wave. To counter that, he had summoned the absolute pinnacle of his own kingdom’s forces.

By a stroke of luck and the guidance of Olana, his forces had arrived in the sector’s blind spots a full day before the planned collapse of the Hescos defensive network. It was the final piece of the puzzle. Now, with the God Weapon literally unfolding its mirrors in the distance, Hye had recalibrated their mission goals.

[I’m sending the updates about your tasks now. Study the enemy’s arrangements, the current fleet layering, and plan your specific entry points!]

Hye sent lots of data and plans that he had meticulously curated before even coming to space. [Once the signal flares, you have three primary objectives: Total annihilation of the escort enemy ships, the destruction of the God Weapon’s mirrors, and, most importantly, the retrieval of every scrap of wreckage and mirror-pieces you can secure!]

This was the heart of his plan. Hye knew that even with the element of surprise, his kingdom’s forces alone might buckle under the sheer weight of a prepared Toranks armada.

The Toranks were the masters of this universe’s schemes and dirty plays; they didn’t build weapons like this without layering them in redundant defences. To bridge that gap, he needed the Hescos to play their part perfectly.

He fired off a final, detailed message to Moth, including the precise orbital coordinates of his widely scattered units.

[I need you to ensure these specific units are whitelisted from all planetary fire,] Hye’s message concluded with these words. [Exclude them from the targeting systems, and wait for my specific mark to reactivate the planetary defences. If you flip the switch too early, you’ll fry my people along with the enemies!]

Down on the surface of the gargantuan flat world, Moth stared at the message in a state of shock. He rubbed his eyes, the fatigue of the last few days making him wonder if he was hallucinating the sheer scale of the foreign army Hye had just revealed to be sitting on their doorstep.

"What is it? What’s happening now?"

The Grand Elder’s voice was like a low rumble of thunder. He had been watching Moth’s face closely, and the younger elder’s sudden pallor hadn’t escaped him. He stepped closer, looking at Moth in amusement. "Did the human finally show his true hand?"

Outside of Moth’s expectations, the Grand Elder didn’t sound angry or betrayed. In fact, he sounded almost... Satisfied.

"You knew?!!" Moth gasped, his head snapping toward the old man. "You knew he was bringing an army into our territory without permission?!"

The Grand Elder simply nodded, his eyes fixed on the strategic map. "A man like that, a human who takes the initiative to shoulder a war that isn’t his, who dives into the heart of a treasonous nest to rescue another race, he doesn’t do that purely out of the goodness of his heart, Moth."