I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse

Chapter 1959: The God Weapon Approaches!!

Back at the Elder Council building, now transformed into a frantic, makeshift war headquarters, Moth was a man possessed. He had opened the portals for Hyeʼs auxiliary forces hours ago and was now obsessively tracking their progress. Despite the reports of Hyeʼs miraculous advance, the overall strategic situation remained bleak.

The enemies fought with a terrifying, inexhaustible zeal, as if their numbers were infinite. If Moth didnʼt know for a certainty that this was his own homeland, he would have mistaken the sensor readouts for a war on a completely alien planet. The familiar stars were being choked out by the debris of fallen ships.

Left with only a handful of junior Elders who lacked his field experience, Moth stepped into the vacuum of leadership. He began arranging their inner defences with a desperate, sharp focus. His first move was to broadcast a rallying cry, stripped of all diplomatic pretension.

He sent it far and wide, through every encrypted and open channel available. This was not the time for humility or concern for the Hescosʼ standing in the universe. If they failed today, there would be no Hescos tomorrow to worry about ”face.”

Next, he began diverting every available unit toward the planetʼs key strategic nodes, prioritising the various Planetary Defense Centers.

He didnʼt have Hyeʼs intel on the incoming God Weapon, but his instincts shouted that the enemy wouldnʼt leave such powerful assets untouched. If the traitors were to succeed, they needed to blind the worldʼs eyes and break its teeth.

Once those centres were reinforced, he dispatched a flood of reinforcements toward the Grand Elder and the other trapped leaders. But unlike the effortless, dark scythe Hye had used to cut through the opposition, these conventional forces struggled for every meter.

They were being chewed up by the enemy pickets, making Moth wonder if Hye was somehow fighting a different, weaker breed of enemy.

”Tsk! That human...” Moth muttered, his voice thick with a bitter, reluctant admiration as he watched another squadron of his own people get vaporised. ”He makes me wish he were one of our own.”

After sustaining heavy casualties, Mothʼs persistence finally paid off. His forces managed to reclaim enough ground to establish primitive forward bases in each of the twelve warzones. It was a fragile foothold, but it was a start.

He reached for the comms, eager to inform Hye that the logistical network was finally coming online, but a new report flashed across his primary terminal, one that caused the very blood in his veins to turn to ice.

”Are you sure?!! Are you absolutely certain?!!!”

Moth lunged across the console, grabbing a young Hescos messenger by the collar. He shook the youth with a mixture of rage and pure, unadulterated panic.

”Yes, sir,” the messenger stammered, his eyes wide with terror as he repeated the message from the long-range distress centre.

The new boogeyman of the universe, the Toranksʼ legendary God Weapon, had been spotted. It wasnʼt just a rumour anymore; it had been visually confirmed in a sector dozens of solar systems away, moving at a speed that defied standard warp physics.

It was no coincidence. Moth was certain of that. As he plotted the weaponʼs projected trajectory on his star map, the line pointed directly at their heart. The enemy wasnʼt just planning a coup; they were planning an extinction event.

”But... with our planetary defences intact and fully operational, they shouldnʼt have a chance,” Moth whispered to himself, his grip on the messenger loosening as confusion replaced some of the panic.

The treason ran deep, reaching into the highest echelons of their society, but Moth couldnʼt believe the enemy was so stupid as to ignore the threat of the Hescosʼ orbital grid. No matter how powerful the God Weapon was, against a fully powered planetary defence system, it should have been a sitting duck.

A cold realisation began to dawn on him. If the enemy was bringing their precious apocalypse harbinger here, they must already have a plan to turn the defences off from the inside.

So his thoughts drifted to something else. ”Send more reinforcements towards the different planetary defence centres across our planet!” he instantly acted, sending more orders directly to most of the incoming reinforcements towards these critical spots.

Without any warning, these scattered, seemingly unimportant spots turned out to be the key and heart of this war all of a sudden! And Moth knew, if the enemy controlled these centres, then there was no tomorrow for sure for any of them! The Hescos long and deep history and empire would be wiped out instantly!

[Hye! Big Disaster! That thing, the thing you fought against before, the thing we have no way to stop, itʼs coming! As he was left out of options, he had no other way but to try to contact Hye, and the latter couldnʼt help but furrow his brows.

Hye thought the enemies wouldnʼt dare to move until they killed the Grand Elder and other elders. And yet it felt like the enemy was pushed against a corner, left with no other option but to take the gamble and risk, ending up sending their deadliest weapon to destroy the planet and kill everyone on it.

[Listen up!] Knowing there was no time to do what he intended before, he shifted his target from the Grand Elder towards Moth, [I already am aware of this…]

[What?!!!] Moth was instantly taken aback. This was their homeland, this was their war, and yet they were the last to know about the approach of these deadly weapons. [Why didnʼt you say anything before?!!!]

[I wanted to do it with the help of the Grand Elder, but now I have no choice but to do it with you!] What Hye sent shoved a bitter pill inside Mothʼ throat. He felt like Hye was looking down at him.

Yet when he heard what Hye wanted to do, he couldnʼt help but suck in a cold breath of air, regretting he ever contacted Hye, and wished at this moment if he could trade places with the Grand Elder or any other elder entrapped.