I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse-Chapter 1950: On Earth, We Kill the Traitors First, Then Worry About Consequences Later!

To the conspirators, the realisation was a death sentence. If the teleportation was completed, if Hye’s boots hit the floor of the capital, their plan was over.

No matter what armies they had painstakingly sneaked into the central regions, no matter how many sleeper cells they had activated, they could not compete with a man who could summon grand fleets out of thin air and deploy a grand army in mere minutes.

"Kill him!"

"Stop him!"

"Defend Moth!"

Chaos erupted. Shouts collided in the vaulted hall as the traitors lunged forward, desperate to break Moth’s concentration before the sceptre finished its work. But a single, thunderous roar masked the cacophony of dozens.

"SILENCE! Defend Moth at all costs!" The Grand Elder didn’t just shout; he released a wave of pure authority that staggered everyone in the hall. Without thinking twice, the neutral elders—those who had spent the last few days in a fog of confusion—sprang to their feet.

They didn’t need to know the details; they chose to trust the one man who had steered the empire for centuries. They threw themselves into the path of the traitors, creating a living wall that bought Moth the precious seconds he needed.

The space in the centre of the hall folded.

"Hey, hey... Filthy, dirty traitors like yourselves who backstabbed their own people and helped the Toranks infiltrate your homeland should really learn to stick to their seats. Better yet... They should all just die."

The voice was icy, devoid of any warmth or mercy. As the shimmering light of the teleportation faded, Hye stood in the centre of the hall, his eyes scanning the room with the coldness of a butcher. He didn’t come alone. Hundreds of Soulers and Reapers materialised out of thin air around him, emitting a dangerous air with a lethal hunger.

"Kill them."

Hye didn’t need to ask for a list of names. In his eyes, anyone currently lunging at Moth with a blade was a traitor. His warriors moved like black lightning. In a heartbeat, the centre of the hall was littered with tens of dead bodies. The shock was so profound that even the remaining traitors froze, their weapons trembling in their hands.

Even if these elders were way higher than himself and his warriors in terms of system levels, the lack was compensated by the ferocity and the large number he brought out, making many attack the same target till he was done for!

"Sorry guys, but back on Earth, we have a saying: execute the traitors first, then handle the consequences later," Hye remarked, his voice landing like a gavel.

The Grand Elder let out a sudden, booming laugh that shook his giant, wrinkled frame. He stepped forward, his massive body dwarfing the human in front of him. "Nice. Very nice, human boy. But you do realise that clearing this hall of traitors won’t save the day, don’t you?"

"I’m ready to intercept the incoming Toranks army and the rest of the rats," Hye said, pausing to look around at the stupefied faces and the gasps of shock and disbelief from the council members. He turned his gaze to the Grand Elder. "Wait... You didn’t tell them yet?"

"I will do it now," the Grand Elder replied, his voice turning somber. With a wave of his hand, the massive, sealed doors of the Council Hall ground open. "Go now. You have a war to fight."

"I just need something first," Hye said, turning toward Moth. For a moment, Moth felt a chill run down his spine, feeling as though he were facing a threat far deadlier than the assassins he had just escaped. "I need you to call back any forces you planned to send to help me."

"What?!!"

The exclamation didn’t just come from Moth; even the Grand Elder looked at Hye with a mixture of doubt and genuine surprise.

"The thing is," Hye started walking toward the open doors, his casual pace contrasting sharply with the bomb he had just dropped in the hall, "I really don’t know any of you. I don’t know who is on your side and who is secretly working with the Toranks.

So, to make things easier for me, let all your forces step back. Let them hide inside this building or go underground; I don’t care. As long as they don’t appear on the battlefield, we’re good."

He stopped at the door entrance, the wind from the capital’s central plaza whipping his cloak. He didn’t even turn back to see their reactions.

"I’m going to order my warriors and my fleet to open fire on anything that flies, crawls, or breathes within many kilometers off this position. So, make sure you don’t let me kill your loya’ people by mistake in the crossfire, okay?"

The silence that followed was heavy. Hye didn’t flinch. He knew the enemies coming wouldn’t be low-level grunts; the Toranks wouldn’t send anyone less than the elite to secure the Hescos heartland.

They would be stronger, faster, and higher-level than anything he had faced in the universe so far. But Hye had the Other-Universe Fleet, he had his technique, he had his Soulers and Reapers ready.

Moreover, he still had a little gift tucked away for his old enemies.

"And yeah, one more thing," Hye’s voice drifted back from the distance as he stepped out onto the grand hall outside, his silhouette framed against the darkening front.

"Can you unlock the space over your world? I need to fight properly, with everything I’ve got. Those Toranks and I... We have a very deep, very ugly history together. I’d hate to be limited while I’m settling the score."

Hearing his last words and witnessing the sheer audacity of his actions since his abrupt arrival, everyone inside the Council Hall was left speechless.

"He is indeed a peculiar fellow," the Grand Elder remarked, shaking his head slowly while fighting back an urge to laugh. There was a grim irony in the situation—a human dictating terms to the masters of the empire.