I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse

Chapter 1952: The Hescos Capital Civil War Starts!

The Grand Elder commenced the war meeting with only the elders who had proven their loyalty to the Hescos race. The plan was brutal and simple: they knew exactly which factions and bloodlines the traitors hailed from.

They would arrange a series of decisive, overwhelming strike forces against all of their territories, military bases, and strongholds. There would be no distinction between the guilty and the misguided.

The Grand Elder was not a merciful man. In his centuries of rule, he had learned that in such turbulent times, sparing a potential traitor was like leaving a poisonous dagger at oneʼs back, waiting for the most delicate moment to strike. He ignored the flickers of worry from the more moderate elders, planning the entire purge with cold-blooded determination.

While the Council plotted the internal cleansing, the enemyʼs vanguard units finally flickered onto Hyeʼs long-range scanners.

”They are here,” Hye muttered, his eyes shining with a fierce light. The display showed a massive formation of Toranksʼ ground troops moving with a synchronised, aggressive speed, cutting a path directly toward the capital. ”Itʼs time to say hi to them… Open fire!”

Hye didnʼt start by unleashing his technique. Experience had taught him that his technique was most effective when the enemy was fully committed, and their main forces were bunched together.

Even looking at the hundreds of thousands of combatants rushing toward him, he considered them a mere appetiser. He had a strong inkling that this battle would escalate far beyond what the Council expected.

Consequently, he decided to keep his ultimate trump card hidden until the perfect moment. Until then, he would entertain these intruders with the kind of conventional warfare they were quite familiar with.

His grand fleet was arranged in sophisticated, interlocking layers. The outermost shell was formed entirely of the other universe ships, their exotic hulls ready to shield against the initial Toranks shipsʼ attacks. The inner layers consisted of this universe, with a few other universe spaceships scattered among them to provide localised invulnerability.

On the ground, he had deployed a massive vanguard of Soulers and Reapers. They waited for the enemy to cross the ten-kilometre threshold to start the attack.

Because they were fighting within the grand capital of the Hescos Empire, the environmental hazards of the planet were entirely negated by the cityʼs massive stabilisation fields. For Hyeʼs troops, it felt like being back in any universeʼs normal city or planet.

The moment he gave the order, the war erupted.

The first to move out were his warriors on the ground. The enemies on the ground didnʼt wait for the Soulers and Reapers to get closer; they opened fire at anything that moved.

The sounds of high-yield energy explosions and the roar of railguns rang across the capital, shattering the silence of the night. Inside the city, millions of Hescos citizens raised their heads to the sky, watching a nightmare unfold that none had ever dared to imagine.

Their homeland, their sanctuary, the seat of the ”number one race in the universe,” was under a full-scale assault.

Hye remained at the heart of his grand fleet, overseeing the symphony of violence erupting below. His Soulers and Reapers were the first to make contact with the enemies. After all, no matter how the enemy tried, they failed to even wound a single one of them! In the sky, his ships kept defending and didnʼt fire back even once by his orders.

”It seems that old man knew how to lock down the news,” Hye muttered, an evil smile pulling at his lips as he monitored the direct feeds from the entire battlefield.

The number of enemy spacecraft currently engaging his vanguard was laughably minimal. It was a glaring, weird weakness, suggesting that his presence hadnʼt yet reached the ears of the Toranks high command or the traitorous factions. If they had known he was here, they wouldnʼt have sent such a mediocre escort to accompany their ground legions.

From the current deployment, it was clear that the enemy prioritised ground superiority. They likely considered a massive infantry breach the most reliable way to storm the Council Hall and execute the Elders. Unluckily for them, Hye had already saturated the ground with his most lethal warriors.

”Letʼs see how these higher-levelled races stand against my legion,” Hye mused, leaning forward in his command chair.

He hadnʼt levelled up his warriors yet; only a limited number of elite units had been pushed to Level 2 using the rare Toranks treasure heʼd scavenged before. He was genuinely curious to see if the disparity in System levels would create a massive power gap, or if the unique properties of his Soulers and Reapers could compensate for the raw stat differences.

As he watched the live feedback, the initial clashes went far smoother than he had dared to hope. His warriors were forced to flash through the battlefield, striking a single high-level target ten times in rapid succession to confirm a kill.

While ten strikes might seem like a heavy requirement in the middle of a high-speed melee, for the Soulers and Reapers—who moved like flickering shadows—it was a mere blink of an eye.

”Their movement speed and the ability to phase through physical matter made up for the lack of raw power and levels. Not bad at all!”

Hyeʼs satisfaction grew as he watched the ground battle stabilise. He then shifted his attention to the broader aerial theatre. The flying units belonging to the traitors and their Torank handlers were proving to be an insignificant threat. Instead of engaging Hyeʼs fleet directly, they were obsessively focused on the Council Hall, hammering away at its defensive dome.

Their attacks were negated by the other universeʼs shields. Hye didnʼt even bother with a conventional counter-attack; he simply activated his technique, weaving his threads through the sky and pulling the enemy pilots into his own ranks.

In truth, he didnʼt even want these ships. He didnʼt want these warriors. The disparity in their formations suggested they were manned by low-level warriors.

His main focus remained on the ground, where the density of the enemy force was beginning to provide a real challenge. The deeper his Soulers and Reapers pushed into the enemyʼs heart, the harder the kills became.