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

Chapter 373; Chapter 255: Firm Confidence 3

Translator: 549690339

Nora Camp had an almost superstitious faith in Harrison Clark, but the situation of humans ultimately became more complex.

No one could be sure how others would view it, so it would be better to maintain Harrison Clark’s extremely brilliant and majestic thousand-year leader’s image, keeping morale at its highest, and see how far they could go. Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, more than six months have passed. September 26, 3020.

During these months, Harrison Clark was continuously shocked by the astonishing mobilization and creativity of human beings.

Under the continuous and tireless efforts of countless scholars and researchers, the achievements of the Star had quickly been integrated with human technology. They absorbed and inspired each other, and the level of technology had gone through a process of more than thirty years in just a few months!

Under the accurate scheduling of the Star and the continuous struggle of the 5.7 billion people, supported by the massive energy reserves provided by the Dyson membrane, Earth’s civilization had erupted with astonishing productivity.

The huge fleet, with a total of 14,010,000 equipped units, was fully formed, and all battleships were equipped with the latest technology.

The Battleship’s regular soldiers totaled 2.3 billion.

The total number of Eagle Strike Warriors reached nearly 500 million.

1.5 billion of them were automated Eagle Strike Warriors named Wisdom Eagles.

There were 3.5 billion human Eagle Strike Warriors.

Among them, there was the most powerful Divine Eagle—Harrison Clark.

There were ten second-tier Dragon Eagles, including Needham Brown, Levi Martin…

The original elite warriors were named Sky Eagles as the third-tier power, totaling 10 million.

Ordinary Eagle Strike warriors, named Hunting Eagles, totaled nearly 340 million.

The Star had also improved the efficiency of the Meteor Elixir. After taking the medicine, ordinary fighters could maintain elite combat power for four hours. They would still die afterward, but who cares?

So the 340 million Hunting Eagles used equipment and configurations almost equivalent to those of the Sky Eagles, and if necessary, they could all unleash their full potential.

The reason why there were 40 million more Eagle Strike Warriors than the target, and the number of ship-borne soldiers increased significantly, was that some middle-aged and elderly workers who completed their industrial tasks ahead of time also chose to enter the training field after losing their work goals and successfully met the standards.

A century of bloody battles had reduced the total human population from 20 billion to 5.7 billion, but in fact, everyone could fight, and the old, women, and children were all fighters.

All 24 functional, giant cannon, and shield war fortresses were in place. The existing 80 million Black Light War Beasts maintained their composition, further enhanced performance, and installed a high-energy proton fission bomb on each Black Light War Beast, turning it into a pure war weapon capable of attacking, defending, and self-detonating.

Harrison Clark had previously mentioned the many special tactics available to the invaders at the meeting.

Many researchers racked their brains, dropped their hair, and came up with various theoretically feasible solutions one after another. As for whether they were effective or not, they could only be seen on the battlefield.

There is no doubt that the invaders have at least one generation higher in technology than humans and must have mastered many laws that humans cannot yet fathom.

A one-generation difference in technology level is an absolute crush in war. To fathom the technology level of the strong by the weak can only consume more resources and exhaust all means to speculate on countless possibilities, thus having a slim chance of figuring out a seemingly random and casual operation of the opponent, as if it were as commonplace as eating and drinking soup.

It is not easy to do this much and is already commendable for scholars.

Harrison Clark especially valued the ten Morning Wind players who were all successfully in place, went through trial operation without problems, and could enter the actual combat phase.

Of course, not all things went so smoothly.

The development of the Black Hole Bomb stalled completely and was abandoned prematurely.

Harrison Clark did not have much hope for this; he was more concerned about the development of the Particle-interference Bomb.

On this dark and gloomy evening, Harrison Clark, Martha Owen, Nora Camp, Mr. Green, Bernal Connor, Emmanuel Berto, and other top leaders of the current joint government, totaling nearly sixty people, stood in the square metal hall.

The hall was still dim, and the indicator lights were flickering faintly.

The room was so quiet that the sound of a needle dropping could be heard, with only the sound of muffled breathing continuous.

People looked up at the glass culture chambers one by one.

People inside were still lying quietly.

Ding.

A crisp sound.

The breakthrough in stability of the quantum ultra-thin metal structure, which represents the last item of technology for ultra-high-frequency short sound playback equipment, had been made.

Humans can now make Particle-interference Bombs!

Human beings have finally mastered the technology of the invaders!

Just like the Native Americans who took the first flintlock from the Europeans who invaded them back then.

Even if they cannot achieve victory, they can always blow up an invader’s head!

The room suddenly sounded a series of alarms.

Red warning lights flashed frantically.

It indicated that an anomaly had occurred in the life sign monitoring of the Blank Ones’ brains.

The originally calm and sleeping 8 million bodies began to struggle constantly. Their eye sockets and cheeks quickly collapsed, like balloons that had been drained of air.

“Harrison, we are leaving.”

800 million Blank Ones’ personalities uniformly transmitted this message to his mind.

However, the sound was not weak but loud and powerful.

I hope that we can meet again in a different way next time. If there is a chance, I also want to stand under the blue sky, close my eyes, and quietly feel the breeze blowing over the green grassland, like the touch of a mother’s hand on my face. Goodbye, Harrison.”

It must have been uttered by that talented Blank One writer, who once said, “Better to burn out than to die in vain.”

The sound became more and more distant and gradually faded away.

In the room, Martha started to weep softly with her hand covering her nose.

Harrison slowly raised his fist, “Humanity shall not perish!”

Everyone roared in agreement, in unison.

“Humanity shall not perish!”

Harrison smashed his right fist hard on his chest.

Bam!

He shouted again, “Send off the heroes!”

Bam!

“Send off the heroes!”