I Really Didn’t Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World - Chapter 756 - Chapter 756: Chapter 459: Thank You【4000 Words】_2

Chapter 756: Chapter 459: Thank You【4000 Words】_2

This is why Freddy thought the Shadow Galaxy might not be able to wait for Harrison Clark.

So, if Harrison continues to pursue maximizing interests and maintaining absolute calm, he actually shouldn’t choose to go to the Shadow Galaxy at this time. Instead, he should let Freddy try to contact the other side in advance, while he himself should stay as far away as possible.

In that case, the role of the Shadow Galaxy will simply be to provide him with intelligence, while also buying him some time and attracting firepower.

But more rationally put, when they arrive at their destination, they might find only ruins waiting for them, along with a few Prism Ships.

However, this time, once Harrison reached a certain conjecture, he had no hesitation.

He is hoping that the people in the Shadow Galaxy will surprise him, such as holding on until he arrives.

Or, even if there are only ruins and corpses waiting for him, he wants to see what the ruins and corpses look like.

Then die in battle, without any regrets.

Anyway, he has already lived a hundred years longer this time. What does it matter if he dies?

Harrison silently watched the star map and sighed softly.

Although he refused to admit it, the truth is that he was really tired.

Being a cold and indifferent observer of war with hands-off is ten times more exhausting than actively participating.

To watch another miracle of human creation, a Stellar Fortress Ship, fall into a bitter battle and step by step to its demise, yet be unable to do anything because of distance and conservativeness, and not dare to show his face to inspire the world, the agony in Harrison’s heart had reached its limit.

He couldn’t hold on any longer.

And he suddenly realized something.

Now, he is almost 130 years old, using the longest lifespan of an advanced Galactic Human with a 46.66% awakening rate, he is equivalent to a 40-year-old human from the 21st century.

Even if he were to return and inherit his true lifespan, maintaining his exercise regimen even in his forties would still make him a handsome older gentleman, still able to have children, and still in time for everything.

“Freddy.”

When Morrowind No.2 reentered the media layer, Harrison suddenly called out.

“I’m here, Bro.”

“It’s about time.”

“What?”

“Announce my return to all humans via the Quantum Network.”

“But we’ll be found by that Prism Ship.”

Harrison grinned, “What does it matter? We’re going to fight anyway.”

“You want to contact the Shadow Galaxy?”

“Yes, that’s one of my goals. They’ve already exposed themselves, so there’s no need to hide anymore.”

“Alright, I understand.”

…

Inside the DF-711 Fortress Ship, the highest commander, the Second Marshal of the Morrowind Empire, looked expressionlessly at the War Command Comprehensive Analysis Map.

The analysis map is divided into several different sections.

In the center, a three-dimensional projection represents space within a 100 million-kilometer radius of the Fortress Ship. In the middle of space, Fortress Ship holograph, with green dots representing human military strength and red dots representing Compound Eye military strength mixed together.

Occasionally, spherical blackboards and large areas of foggy black mist would flash in the star space, which were the Dark Energy and Dark Matter Explosive Groups launched by Prism Ships from across the space.

Above the star map, there were also numerous parameters.

These included casualty figures, non-renewable resource consumption, remaining population, energy output parameters, Fortress Ship shield parameters, inner line fleet statistics, outer layer fleet statistics, and so on.

When the war broke out, there were about 8 billion people inside the Fortress Ship, among them 1.5 billion scientists, 3.5 billion soldiers, 1 billion workers, tens of millions of management system workers, and 1 billion old people and children who had basically lost their ability to work or had not yet acquired qualified working ability.

Now, less than ten days had passed, and the population had decreased to 7 billion, with heavy losses to the soldiers and the rapid consumption of resources in various aspects.

The researchers were still frantically absorbing external knowledge, constantly innovating technology, but the terrifying adaptability of the Compound-Eyed Observer’s armaments was too shocking.Before human weapons could achieve the perfect state of Unified Force Cutting like the Blade Mantis, there was no hope of breaking through the Prism Ship’s shell, nor was there the possibility of completely overwhelming the Blade Mantis’ adaptive abilities.

Similarly, humans could not master propulsion capabilities like the Compound-Eyed Observer’s 500 times the speed of light cruising or short-range rapid jumps.

In fact, humans had almost seen hope, on the other side of the Empire’s frontier, in the escape vessel Sky Peak 917, where the Metal Sphere with the seemingly similar origin to human science yet showing another incredible Unified Aggregation Force.

However, humans couldn’t obtain those spheres, they knew how to use them, but they didn’t have them in their hands and had no opportunity to search for them.

Days ago, Sky Peak 917 had already turned into cosmic ashes under the sweep of the Prism Ship.

And this Prism Ship must still be tracking that person’s whereabouts.

Though the Second Marshal showed no expression, his heart was desolate.

He knew that in a little more than a month, the DF-711 Fortress Ship would lose its last warrior and its last piece of special quantum crystal that could be used to manufacture intelligent weapon Superbrain Cores.

He wanted to sigh for himself and humanity, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t let people see his weakness.

The war report before his eyes refreshed again, and an elite fleet of millions had just been annihilated.

The pupils of the Second Marshal shrank slightly. His younger son, a talented young captain, was in that fleet.

Where is that person?

Is he really watching us?

Does our persistence still have meaning?

Even if the Second Marshal’s will was strong, he occasionally questioned himself in private moments.

At this moment, his personal communication channel suddenly rang with an urgent prompt.

Information popped up in the upper right corner of his retina, “Top-secret channel, highest priority message, do you want to connect?”

“Connect!”

The next instant, a resolute middle-aged face appeared in the projection, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, a determined gaze, short hair, a high nose, and pale skin due to years spent in a low ultraviolet environment inside the ship. However, he still looked vigorous and imposing.

His appearance was slightly different from the young version recorded in historical records, but he could still be recognized at a glance.

The Morrowind Empire had found many “Harrison Clarks”, all of whom highly resembled him, but none could convey such a resolute temperament through just a video signal.

With just one glance, the Second Marshal could feel the surging strong will emanating from the other party.

The flame in his heart had never been extinguished, and it could easily be passed on to everyone.

The middle-aged man slowly spoke.

“Everyone, I am Harrison Clark.”

Hiss!

The Second Marshal gasped sharply.

“Thank you for your persistence over the past hundred years. Although I do not know what will happen next, your persistence has given me many rewards, and I have obtained a lot of information. Furthermore, the war is not over yet. Although hope has always been slim, it has always existed. Thank you all again, and wait for me, be sure to wait for me.”

As soon as the words fell, the video signal ended.

The Second Marshal’s nose suddenly felt sour, and tears welled up in his eyes.

But he had no intention of wiping away his tears, instead, he directly opened the DF-711 Fortress Ship’s full-army communication channel.

“All army members, listen! I have just received a message from the Supreme Leader Harrison Clark! He is watching us! Every war we fight can collect more information for him! Everyone, remember to stay alive, live longer, and resist as long as you can! Time is the information that the Supreme Leader needs! Do not give up your life easily unless there is absolutely no other choice! If there is no way to retreat, get closer and make a more spectacular explosion! Get more answers! One day, humans will be able to master the essence of the universe and surpass the Compound Eye Civilization!”

In the communication channel, countless eyes were also watching the Second Marshal.

They had just seen Harrison Clark’s video as well.

Countless fists clenched, countless teeth gritted, and countless wills rekindled in the depths of their hearts, reaching the sky over the Milky Way Galaxy.

“Hold on to the last moment.”

The battle slogan of the DF-711 Fortress Ship’s crew, which had always been adhered to, echoed once again in the universe.