Chapter 397 - Chapter 272: Breaking into the Enemy Ship 2

Chapter 272: Breaking into the Enemy Ship 2

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About 100,000 kilometers ahead, the spherical battleship gradually slowed down, returning to one-sixth of the speed of light.

Harrison Clark’s battle armor detected fragments of biom-metallic composite material along the way, which were from the outer shell of the enemy ship. He became excited again.

Although he couldn’t kill them with a single strike, he had at least damaged the enemy ship!

Looking up, the enemy ship was no longer a perfect sphere; it resembled a golf ball that had been struck by a firework, seemingly intact but with a hideous gap at the bottom center.

A long trail of black mist dragged beneath the enemy ship.

The fog shield had also lost control and detached.

Harrison Clark’s heart was filled with emotions.

The enemy ship had stood stead-fast when bombarded by so many human fleets just moments ago.

But now, they had finally cracked it!

Although he hadn’t achieved total victory, he had proven that his plan could work.

As humanity faced a technology blockade centuries ahead of time and the absolute crushing of their technology, absorbing the enemy’s power and fighting back with the same methods was the only way to win this desperate war!

Now, he succeeded.

At this moment, the infinite pressure in Harrison Clark’s heart that he had been fighting against vanished, leaving only the determination to win.

Reality gave him confidence, allowing him to fully understand that his ambition was not just a foolish dream.

He truly could find the only light in the darkness for humanity and hold it firmly with his own strength.

Now, this thorny rope climbing a cliff had been grasped in his hands.

Harrison Clark gritted his teeth, his emotions soaring, his mind empty and leaving only a determination to kill.

“In my timeline, in my war, it doesn’t matter where you come from or how powerful you are. If I want to win, I will win! The day humans master your technology will be your doom.”

Harrison Clark accelerated and then decelerated appropriately; finally, approaching at almost one-sixth the speed of light, he entered the enemy ship through the gap at a relative speed of three kilometers per second!

“Come! Let’s have a bloody battle!”

In the next instant, Harrison Clark adapted to this peculiar movement and burst out firepower within the enemy ship at a relative speed of three kilometers per second.

He transformed into a stream of light and shadow, fighting fiercely with a thousand Eight-legged Beetles that were already waiting for him defensively.

Now that the electromagnetic interference from the enemy ship had disappeared, his quantum intelligence assistant could operate at full power.

Upon entering the inside of the enemy ship, the restraining effect of filament light speed and deadly micro-light disappeared, alongside the repulsion field’s influence, and there was no further worry about particle interference bomb attacks.

He had never unleashed his full strength in such a carefree manner before.

In the blink of an eye, his whole being is scattered across the area of the enemy ship’s interior due to the space fluctuations caused by the pseudo-curvature engine.

Countless terrifying and murderous images of the Divine Eagle Armor Ultimate Form flickered, and each one was him.

Human energy weapons were ineffective against the Eight-legged Beetles, so he resorted to his eight-meter tall ultimate form wielding a pair of 7-5-meter-long Super Oscillating Quark Shattering Swords.

These were the pinnacle of human achievement: the highest energy level, the most powerful energy oscillation, the highest energy efficiency, and the most instantaneously powerful output.

To create these weapons, the Star and Titan Institute nearly exhausted the entire electrical output of the Dyson membrane for a month.

There were only these two, and no more.

Quantum oscillations mixed with radiation and high-energy plasma flooded and swept the space filled with huge energy pipelines like blood vessels.

Harrison Clark’s relative speed continued to increase, faster and faster.

Three kilometers per second …

Five kilometers…

Eight kilometers…

At a rate of 23 Mach and still rising, his relative speed allowed him to charge through with the momentum of a thousand-man army.

Such was the true power of the strongest human warrior.

More terrifying was the fact that, in the process of increasing his relative speed, he accurately adjusted the spatial dynamics of his pseudo-curvature engine, synchroningly adapted to the continuous deceleration of the enemy ship’s absolute speed in space.

Those Eight-legged Beetles, who were capable of instantaneous speeds of ten thousand kilometers per second in space combat, were far less nimble than him in this relatively narrow space.

Besides agile attacks, he could even single-handedly switch shields to block unavoidable leg sweeps, while simultaneously displacing, twisting, or quickly switching forms to dodge the physical toxin bullets.

These enemy ultimate killing weapons were not as perfectly and accurately flexible as him in controlling close-range curvature flight and medium flight techniques.

His gene activation degree had astonishingly surged to 36%; with his brain operating at an insane pace, his precise control of his body and equipment surpassed its peak!

Harrison Clark was so intoxicated by the exhilaration of the deadly struggle that he became somewhat muddle-headed.

If the Eight-legged Beetles had feelings, they would surely be terrified.

As for what the Compound Eye Invaders were feeling, Harrison Clark had no idea.

Ail he knew was that, in addition to proving that the particle-interference bomb could hurt the enemy ship, he had also proven that humanity’s limit was far beyond that of the Compound Eye Invaders.

Today, I got this far; Needham Brown also reached 35%, which implies that the potential of human civilization should be far beyond yours.

What right do you have to strangle the rise of the king?

However, time was running out for him.

The extreme body heat brought by the Stellar Potion continued to torment him, and as his body temperature rose even higher due to the explosive high-intensity combat in such a short period, Harrison Clark’s life was further shortened, leaving him with less than twenty seconds to live.

While evading the Eight-legged Beetles’ chaotic leg attacks, he couldn’t help but think.

You got lucky this time.

But next time won’t be the same.

Even if you manage to win by some fluke next time, it won’t matter.

I will bear the spark of civilization and fight until the end of time.

Sooner or later, there will be countless warriors as strong as me standing in front of you.”

“Die!”

Finally, seizing an opportunity to break free, Harrison Clark lunged at the neck of a lone Beetle and began a barrage of strikes with his oscillating Quark Swords.

[Reader’s Group Autumn (Hot Pot Fan “Table One”) Number: 489337956]