I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World

Chapter 242: Chapter 186: Facing Death with a Smile_2

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He really didn’t want to admit it.

But the fact was, he had realized something was wrong.

He didn’t know exactly what was happening, but he knew something was off.

He couldn’t understand.

The hidden bombs were gone, yet somehow, they still appeared silently near the human fleet.

He began to doubt himself and his life.

What is the meaning of my efforts?

Is it true that no matter how hard I struggle, all I’m left with is hopelessness?

This pessimistic feeling, like a caterpillar gnawing on mulberry leaves, consumed his soul bit by bit.

Harrison Clark was almost completely swallowed by fear.

He had tasted the bitterness of death too many times.

He did not fear death, but he was more afraid of it.

No one was braver than him, but no one was more afraid either.

Harrison Clark suddenly turned around, called out the Morrowind System, switched to the most familiar Human-shaped Armor form, and compressed its form into the most agile close-fitting Human-shaped Armor.

Bang!

Harrison Clark’s foot crushed the metal floor of the corridor, and he bolted towards the command cabin like lightning.

At the moment when he was rushing back, the latest battle report had already been synchronized in real-time in the Quantum Network.

The explosions had begun.

The first explosions were not from the Long River Fleet at the forefront of the battle line, nor from the patrol assault battlecruisers closely following them, nor from the main battle fleets of the Uranus Zone One Fleet, such as Nora Camp, K3 Fleet, and Wind Thunder IV Fleet.

It was the rear.

Surrounding Earth’s orbit were the four major Earth Defense Fleets and armed space stations.

In the space star chart, one could see the green dots representing the human fleets distributed in the Solar System. The dots began to turn red from the inside out and then extinguished, spreading quickly outward, as if throwing a spark on a large grassland covered with dry grass in winter, followed by a strong wind.

Starting from Earth, the raging wildfire spread in the wind’s direction, towards the Uranus Zone One Fleet, and swept over the fan-shaped distribution of the second defensive line – the four major army corps outside Jupiter’s orbit, also effortlessly disappeared.

As he passed the porthole, Harrison Clark looked out.

In the distance of the starry sky, the human fleet was still silently sailing through space, with specks of light representing them rushing this way.

That was the four major army corps outside Jupiter’s orbit.

The scene looked like this visually.

But Harrison Clark knew very well.

All this was just an optical illusion caused by the speed of light not being fast enough.

Though they seemed still alive, it was already a few minutes old image.

In reality, these fleets had turned to dust, disappearing without a trace.

He turned around and continued to run.

When Harrison Clark returned to the command cabin, it was already filled with unexplained panic.

Most people’s eyes were hollow.

Everyone knew what had happened to the rear line.

Human’s once colossal fleet had vanished into smoke.

In at most fifty-five seconds, that explosion would cross the vast starry sky and spread to their battleship.

Nora Camp sat in her command chair, her teeth clenched together, and the veins on the back of her hands gripping the armrests bulged.

Her beautiful face appeared somewhat hideous and angry.

Her gaze was still focused on the images captured by the optical telescope in front of her.

The Invader Warship, as big as a moon, was speeding up its approach in a straight line, completely ignoring all the incoming fire from the human fleet.

The battleships of the Long River Fleet were the first to approach it but failed to hit it squarely. Instead, they scattered to the sides like water flowing around a rock in the river’s center, following fluid mechanics, unable to help themselves as they passed the edges of the Invader Warship.

Then, as the battleships passed through the middle of the sphere, they disappeared slowly from front to back, turning into tiny specks of dust in the starry sky.

This was a silent destruction, just like the previous countless times when human ships collided with barriers.

The debris of the Long River Fleet didn’t even qualify to continue drifting into the vast depths of space, becoming eternal space garbage.

As for the shots fired by other patrol combat units positioned slightly behind, they too could not land on the spherical ship.

Both energy and physical projectiles were deflected, passing by the Invader Warship along with the battleships of the Long River Fleet and being disintegrated.

“Retreat! Everyone, retreat! Needham Brown, take all the Morrowind Warriors and Bee Swarm Fighters and retreat with them! All battleship crew members, whether on battlecruisers or The Main Ship, leave the battleships!”

Harrison Clark took over Nora Camp’s command and shouted orders.

He didn’t know what else he could do, so he could only attempt this futile effort.

But then he looked at the other functional officers in the command cabin besides Nora Camp.

These people were all wearing regular uniforms and didn’t have the Morrowind System.

Harrison Clark added, “Those without spacesuits, fire all weapons and then press the accelerator button. Try to collide with the enemy as the Long River Fleet did. We can’t do anything else.”

He grabbed Nora Camp’s shoulder, turned, and ran towards the rear.

Nora Camp yelled, “What are you doing! Let me stay here! A commander won’t become a deserter!”

Harrison Clark picked her up, covered her mouth, and sprinted for their lives, leaving footprints on the metal floor.

He said, “A brief escape is only to prepare for a better counterattack next time!”