I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World - Chapter 246

Chapter 246: Chapter 187: Unraveling the Mystery_3

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“Second, you all must decrypt a unique frequency related to particle-interference from the severely distorted data collected during the recent explosion. This is the elusive method to activate the particle-interference bomb, also known as an antimatter bomb.”

“Alright, get to work now. I’ll handle the flight control. All you need to do is follow my instructions.”

After Harrison Clark finished speaking, he didn’t care whether the others believed him or would do as he instructed. He focused on pushing forward.

He knew that, given the character changes in these people after being influenced by “Song of the Wilderness”, they would not have any unnecessary emotions.

They would undoubtedly act like the most precise and perfect machines, executing commands without hesitation.

Their logical thinking ability would also instantly skyrocket to a terrifying level.

Thought penetration is a double-edged sword for both humans and invaders.

Nora Camp suddenly asked in confusion, “It sounds like you still want to counterattack, but we don’t have the conditions to produce the bomb at the moment.”

Harrison Clark smirked in silence.

He had forgotten something.

The general’s stomach had yet again magically enlarged, making him immune to thought penetration, which is why he was talking a bit more.

Harrison Clark nodded through the air. “Of course we need to counterattack. How else can we win?”

Three seconds later, Martha Owen, Bernal Connor, and other technical personnel didn’t disappoint him.

Mr. Connor, with sweat on his temples, shouted, “Location ahead!”

As his voice fell, a piece of information instantly synchronized into Harrison Clark’s combat intelligence system.

In his navigation star chart, a huge red dot began to appear about two hundred thousand kilometers directly ahead.

As expected, they would collide with it in a matter of seconds and be blown into basic particles.

Turn!

The escape pod and fighter drew a curve in the air, skimming past the red dot’s location.

An explosion sounded behind them.

Nora Camp exclaimed with surprise, “It really works!”

But Harrison Clark interrupted her, “Of course it does. The bombs are preset.

The invaders predict my route, giving us room to evade.”

“The reason why other battleships and armed space stations were hit accurately is that all previous battleships didn’t know about this. Their movement patterns were entirely predictable, and their trajectories were precisely anticipated, leading to the entire army’s annihilation.”

“Martha Owen, Mr. Connor, focus up. The second chance to capture the activation frequency of the bomb is coming! Don’t miss it!”

After giving the instruction, Harrison Clark looked back into the distance and connected the communication device.

He was slightly moved.

All the battleships had been wiped out.

Humanity’s remaining fighting power was limited to about a thousand Morrowind Warriors and seven million Bee Swarm Fighters.

In the communication device, Harrison Clark listened to Needham Brown’s order as the acting temporary commander, holding the highest rank of colonel. “General Harrison Clark is leading the last human escape pods out of the Solar System! This is our only remaining spark! Our final chance! We must cover their retreat! We must defend them! Charge!”

As Needham Brown spoke, his voice was already hoarse, as if his vocal cords had been torn apart.

Harrison Clark knew well how powerful Needham Brown’s recuperative ability was.

To make such a sound meant that Needham Brown’s injuries must be incredibly severe, perhaps turning him into a bloody mess.

In the distance, against the dim universe backdrop, the invaders’ spherical battleship, flickering with faint light, had already stopped and wasn’t moving forward.

Harrison Clark knew why.

The invaders discovered this last “spark” of humanity, adjusted their strategic direction, and prepared to pursue him.

The sudden appearance of the invisible bomb just now was aimed at him.

Not far from the spherical battleship, there were 17 million individual combat units transforming into the final meteors, charging forward without turning back.

These were the last traces left by human creations in the universe, resolute and heroic.

One by one, the meteor-like points decelerated in flight and continually slowed down.

The warriors inside had died.

However, the hottest point at the forefront, belonging to the customized Morning Breeze System prototype, never went out.

That was Needham Brown.

Needham Brown paused in the air again and again. Each time he hesitated, he would try to launch a long-range attack, then accelerate once more.

He seemed to change directions from time to time, then twist back again.

He was combating the strange repulsive force.

He manually operated the prototype to avoid being pushed away like the battleships of the Long River Fleet.

Finally, Needham Brown got close, about 100 kilometers away.

He had become the closest point of light.

And then…