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

Chapter 817: Chapter 486: The Difference Between Humans and Compound Eyes, Rotting in Eternal Life_1

Even tactics that may seem foolish to ancient military strategists began to achieve miraculous results in war.

Long ago, Harrison Clark had already recognized the advantages of short-lived individual lives in human civilization.

The brevity of individual lives ensures that the vast human civilization is always in a state of flux, never becoming stagnant.

Although the flow of civilization can be marked by the contributions of great historical figures, there will always be new talents emerging, and even the strongest personal imprints will gradually fade with time.

Some bad, rigid things will be eliminated by the passage of time, while the refined essence that can be passed down for thousands of years is the precious wealth of civilization.

Throughout the recorded history of thousands of years, the thoughts of one generation after another of outstanding ancient people have been remembered by their descendants.

Human wealth has always been accumulating.

These treasures of thought are not simply stored in libraries, but are subtly ingrained in people’s hearts through basic education, becoming an integral part of their worldview, outlook on life, and values.

If some individuals in a civilization were to achieve immortality, it would be tantamount to eroding the fluidity of civilization, making it rigid and eventually decaying.

In this timeline, Harrison Clark’s personal imprint is extremely strong.

However, his imprint does not overshadow the thoughts of other great ancient people but complements them inextricably, one without the other.

Because his thoughts were built upon the traces left by many other great martyrs.

He is merely a disciple who continues and inherits the past, not a dictator who monopolizes history.

And in this thousand years, there were others who made history besides him.

People will learn from him, study him, but each generation of different individuals will learn and explore him from different perspectives, adding their own understanding.

Harrison Clark’s World-saving Organization almost leaned towards dictatorship, but ultimately, the wisdom of a huge number of individuals comprising humanity could not be fully controlled by one person.

Accepting diversity and fluidity is one of the basic attributes of human civilization, built on death.

Death grants humanity more than just this.

Fear of death is the nature of living beings.

But now, humans can face death with equanimity and dare to adventure with their lives.

The inner driving force supporting humans to be fearless of death is emotion.

From ancient times to the present, countless heroic deeds of those who bravely faced death were recorded in numerous internal wars of humanity.

However, the root cause for individual humans to dare to be fearless of death lies in the fact that humans will eventually die, whether in war or time.

Limited life endows human individuals with infinite adventurous spirit.

The adventurous spirit is Harrison Clark’s biggest advantage right now.

Continuously using warp speed to travel through the galaxy like this entails risks, and the risks will become higher and higher over time.

The Blade Mantis has similar abilities to him, with even larger numbers, but they are completely unable to utilize this rapid, large-scale movement technique.

This exposes two basic worldviews of the Compound-Eyed Observer.

First, if something can potentially fail, it will eventually fail. Therefore, the risk tolerance of the Compound-Eyed Observer must have an upper limit.

Second, continuous production of Blade Mantis clones will inevitably harm the individual essence of the Compound-Eyed Observer, and the upper limit of this harm is likely death.

These two factors limit the otherwise dominant Compound-Eyed Observer and prevent it from fully exploiting the absolute advantage of the Blade Mantis.

Immortal as the Compound-Eyed Observer may be through cloning, it now finds itself dominated by an absolute fear of death and gradually decaying in immortality.

But it is different for humans who are between a rock and a hard place.

Barefoot people are never afraid of those who wear shoes.

As long as there is a one-in-ten-thousand chance, humans will dare to bet – Marthus will dare to stake his life on a 2.37% success rate, and so Harrison Clark now gambles with each warp as if he were rolling dice.

Ultimately, Harrison Clark wins the gamble.

Starting from his departure, 440 seconds later, Harrison Clark arrives above the DX1819 Prism Ship where Needham Brown is held captive.

At this moment, the fleet of Prism Ships at the rear had just escaped the adhesive battlefield and could not provide any assistance.

At this point, the straight-line distance between Harrison Clark and the DX1819 Prism Ship is exactly 2 million kilometers.

Both cannons at the front and rear ends of the Prism Ship began to charge, with twenty Blade Mantises having just completed their first warp and rushing towards him, while another thirty guarded the ship’s surroundings.

As for other small units, there are countless, densely scattered throughout.

Above the small units is a thick layer of dark energy mist.

Although unable to receive assistance, the momentarily isolated Prism Ship is still on high alert.

Harrison Clark takes a deep breath, gives his warp engine a 0.5-second break, and his pupils contract abruptly.

Activate!

His figure flickers, and in the blink of an eye, he appears directly at a distance less than 0.1 meters from the surface of the ship’s outer shell, with the distance between him and the rear shock shield also less than 0.1 meters.

At this moment, his battle armor is lurking, as if squatting on the surface of the Prism Ship.

A total of thirty-six medium engines on his Folding Shadow Battle Armor steadily exude medium material to help him counter the gravitational pull of the Prism Ship.

He directly bypasses the Prism Ship’s shield, just as the Blade Mantis once wreaked havoc on human battleships.

In fact, the Prism Ship had anticipated this move and had compressed the compound energy shield to be extremely close to the hull.

However, the double-pyramid geometric structure of the Prism Ship means that the energy shield and outer shell cannot be perfectly integrated.

The need for stability in the strong field structure requires the energy shield to maintain a certain curvature, so a small area with a 2.4-meter gap will inevitably appear at the center of the equilateral triangle on each pyramid face.Originally, this would have been safe because Harrison Clark’s Folding Shadow Battle Armor was 5.5 meters tall.

However, neither the Compound-Eyed Observer nor the Human Command had expected Harrison Clark to maintain a jump accuracy of less than 0.01 meters even amidst the interference of the shield layers and large amounts of Dark Energy Mists, and to change his posture mid-jump from standing to crawling and accurately land.

At this moment, the eyes of both humans and Compound-Eyed Observers fell on Harrison Clark.

Nora Camp, who was in the Sun-facing lunar base, looked forward with furrowed brows.

Her heart was in her throat.

In front of her was the projection of the DX1819 Prism ship.

The image continued to zoom in, showing Harrison Clark’s Folding Shadow Battle Armor clinging to the Prism Ship like a bug.

Nearby, Compound-Eyed combat units were frantically rushing back.

The energy intensity at the rear of the Prism Ship was rapidly increasing.

Approximately 0.5 seconds later, something was about to happen.

But it didn’t matter anymore.

The missile bays on the left and right legs of the Folding Shadow Battle Armor opened. Two small spherical projectiles floated out from the inner side of each leg, one higher than the other, stacked together.

In the distance, the nearby Blade Mantises had already turned their gun barrels, with the glowing haloes spewing behind their cannon pylons.

The surface shield of the Prism Ship had been activated.

Harrison Clark’s Folding Shadow Battle Armor extended its shield.

At the same time, energy reactions had already begun to erupt within the two spheres.

Gunfire from the Blade Mantises and other units rained down on Harrison Clark’s shield.

The shield continued to vibrate.

The Medium Engine facing the Folding Shadow Battle Armor began to run at full power to maintain altitude.

“It’s going to explode.”

Nora Camp’s Chief of Staff thought, but he had no time to voice his concerns.

0.01 seconds later, the simulated Energy Beam Bomb shell had begun to crack, and terrifying energy was leaking out.

But Harrison Clark’s Folding Shadow Battle Armor vanished in an instant.

He had used short-range warping again, this time moving to the opposite front end of the Prism Ship.

He was on the other side of the Prism Ship from the two Energy Beam Bomb explosion points.

Hum!

Beep beep beep…

The energy monitoring instrument on the Battle Armor sounded a frantic alarm.

Terrifying energy erupted violently on the other side of the Prism Ship.

Space quaked in the wake of this energy, and the curvature engine monitors showed a massive disturbance in the gravitational lines of this area. Even in the vacuum of space, the ripples in space were visible to the naked eye.

The seemingly indestructible surface of the Prism Ship in front of Harrison Clark trembled like jelly.

Then the Prism Ship began sliding uncontrollably towards his position.

As Harrison Clark stepped onto it, it felt firm and textured.

He knew what was happening on the other side of the Prism Ship.

The two vertically placed Energy Beam Bombs had both detonated, causing a multiplicative, rather than additive, effect on the single side.

In the blink of an eye, the Prism Ship was physically pushed thousands of kilometers in the universe, drifting diagonally towards the Asteroid Belt.

Harrison Clark began to run briskly on the surface of the Prism Ship.

The external space turbulence was too intense for him to use the warp or even Curvature Motion.

But it didn’t matter, because what he was best at was running laps.

The Medium Engine on his body was switched to two directions, with a small part of the force directed towards his head, keeping him from being ejected from the ship. Most of the force was directed behind him.

He only needed to run 300 kilometers.

He pushed his physical acceleration to the limit of his body’s endurance.

About twenty seconds later, after multiple zigzag turns, Harrison Clark appeared on the side of the explosion.

He saw a molten circular hole with a diameter of about thirty meters.

Unlike Marthus, who had taken advantage of a gap in the Star-shattering cannons, Harrison Clark had blasted a hole into the intact Prism Ship using two Energy Beam Bombs.

He continued to stride forward, sprinting wildly.

Beep…beep…beep.

His communication system finally received the nearest friendly electromagnetic wave signal, coming from the hole.

The signal was weak, as if it had undergone countless reflections.

It must be the information collected by Needham Brown.

His Battle Armor’s built-in intelligence analyzed the signal and instantly projected a massive internal frame structure in front of him – the interior layout of the Prism Ship!