I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World-Chapter 337 - 234: Escaping from the Brink of

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Chapter 337: Chapter 234: Escaping from the Brink of

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His speed continued to increase!

The instant acceleration performance of his pseudo-curvature engine was already pushed to the limit. However, the medium-counter flow engine theoretically released light-speed particles. As long as his energy shield could endure, his speed within the atmosphere could theoretically reach one ten- thousandth of the speed of light, which was thirty kilometers per second!

Harrison Clark transformed into a meteor, burning the air into roaring flames, and in an instant, he left the atmosphere.

Ahead, more triangular warplanes from the fortress mothership swarmed towards him.

Large conical battleships also started to turn their weapon ports in his direction.

But by entering the near-vacuum state of outer space, Harrison Clark was like a fish that had leaped into a wide expanse of water or a bird soaring high in the air.

Not only that, but he had already once experienced being on the losing end of a ground-based laser cannon. It was impossible for him to fall into the same pit twice.

At first, he charged straight toward The Main Ship.

His plan was to use The Main Ship in a straight line with himself. For the Laser Giant Cannon to hit him, it would inevitably hit The Main Ship, so it would certainly be deterred from attacking.

However, two seconds later, he suddenly changed direction with a zigzag, shifting over twenty kilometers away.

Behind him, a huge laser beam blasted through the atmosphere.

It missed him but engulfed The Main Ship and more than 100,000 small warplanes in front of it.

As massive amounts of lasers poured in, the numerous silhouettes representing The Main Ship and the small triangular warplanes quickly vanished.

Harrison Clark couldn’t help but shudder.

Needham Brown had gone mad!

Damn it, didn’t you recognize me?

Was it because I didn’t give a response that she became so furious?

It shouldn’t be!

In fact, this was just Clark’s self-deprecating humor after relaxing.

Nora Camp certainly wouldn’t become furious in embarrassment. It was probably because she had already obtained his genetic data and still couldn’t calculate where the disturbing feeling of familiarity came from. So, considering safety, since he had willingly entered her grasp, she decided to simply eliminate him to avoid further trouble.

Ten seconds later, Clark returned to the position where the massive laser beam had swept through.

There was nothing left here, which just happened to create a path for him to escape.

Charge!

Thirty seconds later, in the far-Earth orbit, Clark clicked into a small human warship that had just completed its transformation, and now carried eight pseudo-curvature engines originally intended for the Hawk Armor.

The warship was already speeding up like crazy. After Clark joined, it raced even more furiously into the distance.

That warship was Venus-001.

Needham Brown’s flagship.

At the same time as Harrison Clark’s departure, he had quietly contacted Needham Brown to come and assist.

Why not call Nora Camp herself or send someone else?

Of course, it was because Clark highly recognized Brown’s abilities, including his warship piloting skills. He had a well-rounded approval of Brown, who was definitely second only to himself.

“Thankyou. You saved me for the second time.”

“Don’t thank me. Fight me! I won’t accept it!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes!”

“Alright, I’ll let you have both hands.”

“No way! I want you to give it your all!”

“What if I refuse?”

“Then I’ll turn back to Earth.”

In the command cabin of the flagship, Harrison Clark patted Needham Brown’s shoulder with mixed feelings.

He didn’t know whether to expect or feel speechless.

Clark sighed, “It is fate!”

Brown was overjoyed, “Did you agree to me?”

His eyes were shining with an irresistible light.

Clark glanced at Brown’s neck and said silently, “Please, when you feel desperate, just let go and don’t hold on to the death, okay?”

Brown shook his head firmly, “That’s impossible! I believe that with both of our full strength, you will be willing to update your Clark-style Tutorial.”

“No, it’s the Tiger Style Course.”