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

Chapter 599: Chapter 386: Lonely and Futile Efforts_2

He still needed a better foolproof method to minimize the risk.

Due to maintaining light speed for a long time, the Summit Colossus had to make large arcs when maneuvering, leaving behind faint ripples of spacetime that meandered like earthworms around the outer perimeter of the Prism Ship formation.

Angular Warships did not release beam cannons or white plasma to sweep him out, but continuously dispatched Blade Mantis to pursue him, and almost all Angular Warships began to release Long Whiskers, attempting to increase the range of the space freezing blockade.

Colossus’s left foot had briefly been caught.

At that moment, Harrison was prepared to abandon the left foot, but unexpectedly, after briefly attempting to pull it out, it escaped like stepping out of a swamp.

Summit Colossus, having undergone a complete transformation, now possessed some enemy material characteristics and the isolation of the space inside a warp bubble, making it not so easy to get frozen.

While the Blade Mantis compound-eyed combat units could move freely within the frozen space, the Summit Colossus couldn’t achieve this, but it was still better than other combat units.

Harrison began to act more confidently and boldly, occasionally sweeping with the long-barreled cannons on his back, and adding a couple of cuts with the weapons in his hands, managing to eliminate a Blade Mantis every now and then.

He would also get hit, with his armor sliced open or explosions triggered by vortex particles hitting the Colossus, but it was not a big problem.

The Colossus was quite large, and its armor possessed extremely strong self-repairing ability.

There was still one issue that bothered him: he couldn’t get close to the Prism Ships.

Firstly, almost all of the Prism Ships’ surfaces were covered in Long Whiskers. Secondly, there was a high-intensity and mysterious energy shield behind the Long Whiskers.

This shield could withstand the combined attacks of Barnard’s Star Fleet’s Austrian Cannons and Harrison’s strikes and bombardments.

He had successfully managed to strike it twice, yet no ripples were produced. He only managed to slightly crack the autonomous oscillation frequency of the energy shield.

Harrison’s seemingly futile struggle could last for a very, very long time.

Thirty minutes passed without his realization.

The inside of the Solar System had fallen silent.

Prism Ships were still moving forward, but human-made ships, space stations, engineering ships, and medical ships had already been shattered or left incomplete within them.

Countless Blade Mantis still darted around, occasionally stabbing or shooting at the survivors wearing Drogon Aemament.

The situation outside the Prism fleet wasn’t much better either.

Harrison passed through the Proxima Centauri Fleet’s formation more than once.

He still saw swarms of Blade Mantis soldiers sweeping like locusts and the debris of twin-rotor Battleships scattered in the sky.

The entire Solar System was being continuously compressed by the network connection.

The grid reached Pluto.

Pluto got wrapped up in it and then “melted” and disintegrated like an ice puck placed on a red-hot iron plate.

In his many previous deaths, Harrison had never experienced the feeling of watching everything slowly being destroyed while he was powerless to do anything.

He also began to feel greater pressure.

More and more Long Whiskers continued to press forward, and more Blade Mantis began to block his way through space.

Harrison never considered running away.

Since his maximum speed was only 1.5 times the speed of light, and he could only move along the gravity lines of the Compound-Eyed Observer, Angular Warships could leisurely erase the Solar System first and then indifferently chase after him.

Escape was impossible.

“Sigh…”

Harrison sighed.

It was time to self-destruct.

Otherwise, he’d be captured alive.

Just as he was about to get close to the Prism Ships and activate the self-destruct button, he glanced at another button marked with a red alert warning label in the corner of his eye.

The words “Enhanced Demonic Warfare Transformation” were clearly visible.

Harrison started to ponder, his heartbeat gradually accelerating.

Before, he didn’t consider accepting the transformation, not because he was afraid of dying from gene collapse after three days, but because he feared losing his thinking ability, a side effect that he might bring back to the 21st century.

But now, Clark had already become a guinea pig for the procedure.

Although he was uncertain about the principles behind it, Harrison believed that if Needham Brown and Neville Brown could remain clear-headed during the transformation, he should be able to do so as well.

As for the risk of dying from gene collapse after returning, he had thought about it, but it wasn’t a big problem.

A long time ago, he had tried to die in a state of over-injection of serum and faced no issues.

During the time travels, his body underwent a complete reshaping, the result of which was certainly in line with human needs, retaining only the positive effects.

All in all, there were risks, but after witnessing the Compound-Eyed Observer’s complete fleet, Harrison believed that the weak had to pay a price and take some risks to achieve a counterattack. The weak civilizations always had someone who had to tread a path of no return.

At present, Harrison’s understanding of technology was vastly different from the past.

The deeper his knowledge of the Compound-Eyed Observer’s capabilities became, the more aware he was of the gap between them.

He understood more clearly that the hardest thing to do in the world was to advance from a hundred feet onto the next level.

Assuming that after returning this time, he could successfully execute the civilizational plan and enable humans to catch up with current technology by 2500, and establish colonies throughout the Orion Arm by the 31st century, it would still be of little use.

That would still only be quantitative change, not qualitative change.

Furthermore, the higher the level of technology, the more difficult it became to achieve qualitative change. Even if he could win back another five hundred years for humanity and let the next timeline achieve the technological level of the 31st century of this timeline, they would still lose. They could only struggle a few more years and have a somewhat slower demise.