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Chapter 558: Chapter 365: The White Giant Cocoon_2
Complete silence, utter stillness.
This sight sent chills down one’s spine.
Humankind’s control over mass-energy conversion and unified forces had reached a profound level, but they had never encountered such bizarre technology.
There was only one explanation—the Compound-Eyed Observers had reached a level of mastery of fundamental forces that completely surpassed human understanding.
Meanwhile, the Spherical Battleship’s long whiskers continued to grow, briefly pausing after extending ten thousand kilometers, then resuming their growth.
The whiskers began to expand horizontally, twisting around one another and knitting together like strands of yarn.
Eventually, a giant white cocoon was formed.
None of the human energy weapons or projectile weapons had any effect on it.
Nora Camp wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, grateful she hadn’t used the Particle-interference Bomb and Dark Energy Black Hole earlier, otherwise they would have been dragged in by now too.
First, Nora Camp ordered the battleship array to maintain the intensity of their attacks for data collection purposes, but after just a few seconds, she ordered them to cease fire.
No matter what kind of weapon was fired at the white cocoon of long whiskers, it would only be able to create a small spark. Furthermore, this spark releases very little energy, as if the attack became a source of energy supply for the Spherical Battleship.
There was no way out.
The Second Army Corps tentatively deployed a special operations squad comprised entirely of elite Galaxy Warriors to approach, but more long whiskers floated out from the huge cocoon’s surface.
Although the special operations squad did not make direct contact with the long whiskers, they lost communication as soon as they got close, then were eventually swallowed up within the cocoon.
What should they do?
These three words emerged in the minds of all high-ranking military commanders.
Everyone involuntarily turned their attention to Harrison Clark.
Although they all knew that Harrison had never seen anything like this, he had encountered unfamiliar forces every time he fought.
His performance was evident, trustworthy.
But Harrison just sighed.
I was hoping to be carried by others, and now everyone’s counting on me again.
Why are you looking at me? I don’t know what to do!
“Quickly sweep the battlefield and concentrate conventional forces. Maintain basic suppression, and wait for the Stellar Giant Cannon to recharge its energy.”
At this point, Nora Camp proposed a necessary, but not ingenious plan.
Although they didn’t know what the best course of action was, they couldn’t just stand by and do nothing.
Within minutes, the Dragonfly Fighters and Eight-legged Beetles released by the Compound-Eyed Observers had been temporarily eliminated.
The Starry Sky Giant Cannon fired another round of space-turbulence shots to prevent the Spherical Battleship from escaping.
“This is not the solution. The Spherical Battleship must be preparing for something.”
Nora Camp quietly whispered to Harrison Clark.
Harrison hummed in agreement, “Yes.”
“I know you’ve never seen anything like this before, but I want to ask if you have any ideas.”
Harrison chuckled, “You’re counting on me just like everyone else?”
“No, in my mind, you aren’t the ancient sage Harrison Clark. You are the strongest warrior under my command. You are the most familiar with your own limits, and you know best what you can do on this battlefield that others cannot. So, I believe we should listen to your opinion.”
Harrison nodded, “Alright. Allocate one million Particle-interference Bombs and two Black Hole Bombs to me. Equip me with ten thousand Sharp Blade Galaxy Warriors—the more experienced, the better—and I will try.”
“You’ll try?”
“No, I’ll blow it to smithereens.”
Nora Camp: “But those long whiskers…”
“Didn’t you say it already? I’m the strongest warrior. In the era I grew up in, there was a war hero with the surname of Dong. It doesn’t matter, some things need someone to do, and I’m the most suitable.”
Nora Camp nodded, “I understand.”
The next moment, new orders were issued, and the elite forces scattered throughout the various army corps completed their rapid assembly.
Nearly three million people quickly gathered around Harrison, including over two million who were there to transport the Particle-interference Bombs and Black Hole Bombs.
The remaining ten thousand were all elite.
Compared to the previous model, the Particle-interference Bomb cases were much smaller, each being the size of a matchbox.
Additionally, the control mode had been optimized. It no longer required the carrier who had been deeply infiltrated by the Song of the Wilderness; now, designated detonators could independently decide when to detonate.
The Black Hole Bomb, on the other hand, was a metal sphere less than one meter in diameter.
Harrison switched forms, changing the Galaxy Equipment from the fully-functional warrior form back to the Hidden Armor form.
The Hidden Armor form was less than three meters tall, slender and agile in appearance.
Harrison first opened the loading armor on the inner thigh, placing stacks of one hundred orderly-aligned Particle-interference Bombs in the inner thighs of the Hidden Armor. At the same time, he instructed others, “Follow my actions. The human inner thigh is our most vigilant position for hiding bombs to minimize the chance of accidental detonation.”
He then extended metal ropes from the back of his Hidden Armor form and strapped one Black Hole Bomb to his back.
Harrison pondered, “If I carry two Black Hole Bombs by myself, my mobility will be severely compromised. I need one more person to carry…”
“I’ll do it!”
Needham Brown, who had also switched to the relatively small and slender Hidden Armor form, floated over and put the other Black Hole Bomb on his own back without any further explanation.
Harrison smiled, knowing this guy would volunteer.
There was no need to use reverse psychology on him; he would naturally follow Harrison’s lead.
Within a minute, the team had made the necessary adjustments.
Harrison looked ahead.
New Dragonfly Fighters and Eight-legged Beetles were still being launched from inside the cocoon every now and then.
Clearly, these mass-produced units were of no value to the Compound-Eyed Observers and could even be quickly and efficiently reproduced in large quantities.
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