I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse-Chapter 1933: Time to Counterattack!

Anytime the Wyverns would send a vanguard, they’d be captured by him. The only thing that was quite annoying was that they never sent more than four hundred in one batch! And slowly they stopped sending any at all! Yet that allowed him to properly examine the couple of thousand Wyverns he took control of.

Their bodies had been reinforced by living in this hellish furnace for aeons, their scales tempered by atmospheric pressures that would liquefy common steel. Because of this, even with the frequent, heavy-ordnance attacks Hye rained down upon them, their losses weren’t that significant at first.

The missiles Hye utilised created intense, blossoming explosions, emitting dense and fierce waves of fire and heat. To any other creature in the universe, these would be life-ending events; to these Wyverns, the thermal bloom was like a normal, sunny day. However, Hye’s strategy wasn’t just about heat.

The metal scraps—the jagged alloy residues of every explosion—acted like shrapnel that didn’t just bounce off. They left deep wounds in the Wyverns’ armoured bodies. Gradually, the predators started to die out from internal bleeding or due to the sheer volume of these metallic hazards infiltrating their soft tissues behind the scales.

"That’s it! Keep the pressure up!"

The battle continued in this gruelling fashion for several hours before the Wyverns finally lost their patience. Their sharp intelligence realised that a long-distance duel was a losing game against a fleet that didn’t tire.

They shifted gears. With a collective, sky-shaking roar, they abandoned their formations and shifted to a close-range charge. They flew in a terrifying wave, a literal wall of wings and teeth heading directly toward his grand fleet.

"Not this easy!" Hye shouted, his eyes darting across the tactical map.

As he saw the sheer scale of their numbers—an aerial army that stretched to cover an area encompassing thousands of mountain peaks—he decided not to meet them head-on. He gave the command to retreat.

He maintained a fixed distance between the two forces, using his ships’ cannons to kite the Wyverns across the sky. He wanted to keep this war of attrition going for much longer.

His goal was simple: he wanted to whittle down their numbers by a significant chunk first. More importantly, he wanted to severely enrage them.

He knew that if he played with their instincts long enough, they would eventually advance headlessly and mindlessly, discarding their group tactics and caring about nothing else but reaching his annoying, buzzing ships.

Watching the battle unfold through the holographic relay drove a calm, satisfied smile over Moth’s face. He knew Hye wouldn’t disappoint him. The human was fighting like a monster of his own—with patience, cruelty, and an unwavering focus on the result.

Beside him, the Grand Elder stole a glance at Moth, wondering just how deeply his young elder had managed to study this human to predict such a performance.

As for the other elders, a single look at their faces was enough to speak volumes. Their expressions were grim, their eyes fixed on the display in a mixture of horror and disbelief. They could see how Hye’s fleet sustained itself against waves of attacks that should have been lethal.

In their minds, it was impossible to survive the sudden, synchronised spikes in pressure and temperature that the Wyverns exerted. That mixture always killed any target, no matter how strong or well-prepared. Yet, the black-hulled ships of the other universe stood like unmovable mountains in a storm.

Realising that Hye’s victory was drawing near, the elders couldn’t help but steal glances at the only two who had bet against the consensus. A sickening thought flashed through their minds: the Grand Elder hadn’t taken part in this bet to help them recover their losses.

He had done it to grow his own wealth and teach them a proper lesson. The message was clear: never bet against the Grand Elder, no matter what logic dictated.

Away from the games of the Council, Hye continued the slaughter. He cut down the number of his enemies with every passing hour, a master sculptor of carnage. After ten hours of constant kiting and firing, he felt the Wyverns were sufficiently weakened for him to take them down by force and add a significant portion of them to his side through his technique.

"This world... The quality of the bones makes me regret not coming here earlier!"

During the chaos, Hye had kept one thing running at all times: his bone-collecting ability. Even if he missed many due to the immense scale of the battle and the high speeds involved, he managed to snatch a staggering amount of bones.

The results were breathtaking. Most of the bones were exceptionally high grade, with thousands falling into the Purple grade alone.

His heart nearly skipped a beat when he saw the rarest ones. He had even gained bones of a much higher grade than Purple—the extremely rare Orange grade! He had managed to secure at least twenty of them in the last few hours of the massacre.

"Time to set the trap for them," Hye whispered.

Aside from collecting bones and managing the retreat of his fleet, he had been mentally mapping out a trap. Being in the air had its perks, but one major drawback was that the corpses of his enemies fell to the distant ground, making it impossible to harvest everything.

He needed to replenish his exhausted bone reserves, and he needed a way to bring the Wyverns into a killing box where he could deploy his cultivation technique effectively.

Once he made the decision, he barked at a new set of orders. The grand fleet began a complex manoeuvre, shifting its defensive lineup into a funnel-like formation.

"What is he doing now?"

In the meeting hall, the elders were sitting on the edge of their seats, their previous grumbling replaced by rapt attention. The Grand Elder turned his gaze back to Moth, who had become the unofficial translator for Hye’s unorthodox genius moves.

"Why should I know that?" Moth replied, his voice a picture of feigned innocence as he looked back at the Grand Elder. "I can’t read the man’s mind, no matter how much you wish I could!"