I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World-Chapter 398 - 273: Dying with Eyes Open_l

Chapter 273: Dying with Eyes Open_l

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The continuous slashing caused particle oscillations to hit Harrison Clark’s faceplate, accompanied by splendid notes of music.

Ding, ding, ding, ding

Crunching sounds burst forth at a rate of a thousand per second.

Immediately after, a roaring noise like machinery exploding echoed through the air.

Billowing smoke mixed with biological and metallic materials blasted through the sky.

A violent shockwave surged outwards, but Harrison, at the epicenter of the explosion, remained completely still.

Under his meticulous control, the space distorted by the Pseudo-Curvature Engine diverted these impacts perfectly to the four sides, forcing back the approaching Eight-legged Beetles.

Harrison grinned and instinctively licked his lips.

He finally slew an Eight-legged Beetle with his own hands!

An unparalleled sense of satisfaction welled from deep within his mind.

Thrilling!

Besides the two thousand Beetles annihilated by the Particle-interference Bomb, this was the first Beetle to fall by the hand of a human warrior.

Even with Needham Brown going all out, he could do nothing to the Beetles, barely holding on, and buying them time with his life.

This time, Harrison used no treacherous schemes. He single-handedly plunged into enemy chaos, bravely held his ground, and relentlessly chopped at the Beetle until it exploded.

Beating my brother means nothing in front of me; you’re all just like that.

After a brief rest, Harrison’s body fiercely arched, and twenty-eight engines gushing from his back unleashed their power once again.

Harrison broke through the crimson explosion remains like a demonic presence, cutting through the wind.

Now, his Divine Eagle Armor’s hands stretched out, holding two 7.7-meter-long whips.

The whips’ inner sides shimmered with a black swirl, indicative of the materials capable of tearing spacetime.

Both whips were the legs of the Beetles!

He had chopped them off to use as his own weapons.

Even in their lifeless state, the materials’ innate properties allowed the barbs to induce spacetime tearing.

Harrison shifted to avoid a barrage of physical poison projectiles.

His Divine Eagle Armor’s arms shook, and with a crisp snapping sound, a dual swirling whip effused like two dragons rising from the sea.

The whips left afterimages in the air, gracefully passed the beetle’s obstructing eight legs, and lashed at the Beetle’s forehead.

Swallowing a black glow, the whip crackled with electricity as it fluttered, dispersing the fog barrier and harshly striking the middle of the huge Beetle’s head, just between its eyes.

The Eight-legged Beetles were covered in a nearly impenetrable exoskeleton.

Harrison reasoned that their weakness lay in their eyes, based on his own biological knowledge.

Before, he sought to target these vulnerabilities but held back for fear of death.

The Beetles’ legs were slightly longer than his own blade. With length comes power, and any brave frontal assault would be costly.

He appeared fierce and aggressive in battle, but he wouldn’t risk his goal for a quick victory.

Now things were different. With the 7.7-meter-long whips and his arm length, his attack range was even greater.

The Beetles’ formidable shells, practically immune to human projectiles, proved relatively fragile in the area between their eyes – or perhaps Harrison’s new weapon was just that much stronger. The moment the whip struck, a small burst of flame erupted from the Beetle’s head.

Before the mist on the Beetle’s surface could reconverge, Harrison keenly noticed the cracks spreading all over its armor, revealing an eerie deep-green body and a myriad of unidentified metallic filaments.

That single lash was equivalent to a dozen of his previous swings with the blade.

Since the new weapon was effective, Harrison’s battle spirit soared even higher as he swooped forward, with the Divine Eagle Armor’s engines spinning behind him, sending him into a fierce rotation through the air.

“Die, all of you!”

Harrison roared repeatedly, brandishing his dual whips like two colossal dragons overturning the sea.

This was not his first time wielding whip-like weapons.

As humanity’s strongest warrior, he shouldered his responsibility and never neglected the high-intensity training needed for various close-quarters and long-range weapons.

Under his stunning mastery, the space around him engulfed like a black hole with an unstoppable offensive that allowed no light to penetrate.

One second later, the Beetles that he targeted endured hundreds of fierce whip lashes and subsequently exploded on the spot.

If he wanted to, Harrison could now rely on his individual strength to unleash a massive killing spree within the Enemy Ship. Before his death, he could potentially take down dozens more Eight-legged Beetles.

However, killing these unintelligent warriors wasn’t his primary objective. Amidst the relentless pursuit and evasion, he never stopped damaging the enormous transportation pipelines within the Enemy Ship.

Despite launching missiles and various energy weapons, the seemingly fragile biological structure remained unscathed.

Even stuffing deadly quark high-explosive bombs down those pipes barely made them tremble.

The black leg-whip in his hand could tear some of the tissue, but who knew how thick the walls were?

After attempting to lash at a single spot thousands of times and still failing to break through, Harrison swiftly switched targets and continued to traverse the vast space within the Enemy Ship.

With the last seventeen seconds of his life, he sought a Compound-Eyed Observer he had seen before.

The Compound-Eyed Observer was his prime suspect.

He would be satisfied with killing just one.

Or even dying in front of them would suffice, as long as he could ask, “Why?”

He had many unanswered questions.

His most burning query was understanding why the Compound-Eyed Observer sought humanity’s destruction.

Although reason told him that he would never find an answer – if he were in the Observer’s place, he wouldn’t reveal it either – he remained discontented..