I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World-Chapter 600 - 386: Lonely and Futile Efforts_3

Chapter 600: Chapter 386: Lonely and Futile Efforts_3

This still wasn’t enough; none of it was useful.

But this was already the limit of what he could imagine.

He really didn’t know what else could be done to help humanity escape its predicament.

A thousand years was too short a time; they couldn’t even traverse the Orion Arm, let alone covet other parts of the Milky Way Galaxy.

With humanity’s knowledge limited to the Orion Arm, how could they resist the Compound Eye Civilization that had traveled from their home galaxy in the Virgo Constellation?

That civilization had ruled the Milky Way for a million years!

Unable to break the shields of the Angular Warships, unable to break the blockade of the Solar System Barrier, and unable to flee the Milky Way Galaxy, the larger human civilization became, the more people would die in the end.

When countless technicians failed to find a breakthrough in technology development, Harrison Clark understood that accumulating countless timelines would still not be enough to defeat the Compound-Eyed Observer’s invincible fleet.

Was he really going to continue down this cautious path, only to face the despair of the Wall of Sighs and lament his own powerlessness?

As human technology advanced, he became more and more aware of the limitations of a millennium’s worth of time.

Even if the current 500-Year Plan was successful, and then the next, and the next…

Eventually, there would come a day when they would reach an impasse that they could not overcome with even a single step forward.

And in this deadlock, they would still be no match for the Compound-Eyed Observer.

This was an intuition that came from deep within him, which he couldn’t share with anyone else.

Therefore, he had to take action!

He had to be desperate, starting with himself; no longer fearing risk, he would push everything to the utmost limit.

Harrison Clark decided to gamble, risking both humanity’s and his own fate.

A king in victory, a prisoner in defeat.

His brainwave command selected “Enhanced Demonic Warfare Transformation.”

The raging transformation fluid surged from the inner structure of the Galaxy Battle Armor, rapidly covering his legs, then his waist, and finally submerging his head.

Indescribable waves of pain spread from every inch of his skin into his body, engulfing him entirely.

But Harrison Clark couldn’t let up. Despite the pain, he continued to control the Summit Colossus, maneuvering and counterattacking.

Whether by fortunate or unfortunate circumstance, his consciousness remained highly lucid through the process of becoming a Gene-Modified Warrior, and his brain was still able to send commands to the Colossus at high frequencies.

After a moment – or perhaps a longer time – the pain gradually subsided.

Harrison Clark shifted part of his focus to the inspection function of his battle armor.

Huh.

He had been curious about his eventual form, and now that he saw it, he was quite surprised.

No change at all!

He remained the same as before.

According to the genetic analysis provided by the armor’s medical function, his life was slightly stronger than others’.

Although he too had to face genetic collapse, the Resurrection Factor’s self-repair ability and his genes being more robust than others’ meant that he could last longer.

While others who became Gene-Modified Warriors could live for only three days on average, he could last for ten.

That was enough.

While continuing to counterattack, he continued to review the medical reports.

His blood viscosity had once again increased dramatically, becoming like a non-Newtonian fluid.

The reason for the viscosity was due to the overwhelming presence of non-self “red blood cells,” “white blood cells,” “platelets,” and other “nutrients” in his blood.

Normally, the human body would not be able to tolerate such a high viscosity of blood.

But now, Harrison Clark’s blood vessels had become more durable and his heartbeat stronger, so even such viscous blood could still be quickly delivered to all parts of the body, providing energy.

The gigantic Summit Colossus slightly twisted, evading the coverage of Long Whiskers that had swept toward him due to his proximity.

Its twin-blades spun outwards, striking four Blade Mantises that had charged in a straight line.

Chilling light flickered.

The four Blade Mantises shattered into countless fragments.

Harrison Clark once again accelerated to light speed, avoiding the Black Hole Bomb that was about to engulf his lower body from behind.

After a slight respite, he checked the data.

His brainwave command accuracy was still at 100%, but the release speed had tripled.

He could already directly connect with the Summit Colossus, and the enhanced ability of his brain to issue commands made the Colossus truly feel like an extension of his body.

He could even feel the immense power bubbling out of the Tumor Ball Engine with every movement he made.

With the serenity of a connected mind, his heart’s forty-eight long whips stretched out tens of kilometers, wildly whipping behind him while spewing copious amounts of physical toxins, swallowing the three Blade Mantises behind him.

The pressure on Harrison Clark diminished.

He began to have the opportunity to slowly approach the Prism Ship.

About ten minutes later, he found an opportunity. The immense blade suddenly extended to forty kilometers, slid past the Prism Ship’s energy shield, broke into its inner layer, and moved forward, striking the surface of the enemy ship.

The enemy ship was unfazed, radiating only a few energy ripples.

Harrison Clark’s face showed neither grief nor joy.

It was completely unyielding, but this was also within his expectations.

He once again sped away into the distance, swooping towards another battleship.

Before he knew it, half a day had passed.

The Prism Ship Formation continued to contract, almost reaching the location of the Dyson membrane.

By this point, Pluto, Neptune, and Uranus had already been disintegrated into fundamental particles, turning into a massive, boiling, and burning fireball.

The next target for disintegration would be the Dyson membrane itself.

Harrison Clark continued his relentless assault, darting left and right like a madman, occasionally cutting a blow.

At this time, all quantum communication capabilities had been lost by humanity.

Near the Prism Ship Formation, no other human-operated combat units were present.

He was the only one controlling the colossal Summit Colossus, rushing around and seemingly engaging in futile efforts.

He now had no assistance from Star, only the most basic personal smart brain. There was no one to help him analyze the data. He could only rely on his own shallow knowledge, painstakingly memorizing the radiation dispersion parameters when he managed to strike the surface and concentrated energy shields of the enemy ships against the odds.

He couldn’t understand them, he could only memorize them by rote.

Suddenly, thirty seconds before the Dyson membrane was about to be disintegrated, the largest object ever created by humanity shuddered slightly.