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

Chapter 839: Chapter 503: Old Silver Coin’s Tug of War Skills_1

From this point on Neptune to the edge of District 5 on the sun-facing orbit, the distance is 4.9 billion kilometers, requiring 2,450 jumps, with an estimated time of 122.5 seconds.

This is the most ideal situation.

But Harrison Clark couldn’t possibly be foolish enough to jump in a completely straight line at such a high frequency; he would undoubtedly become a live target.

With a 0.00005 second freeze time and an ever-exposed pattern of motion, he would be heading to his death at the speed of light.

However, with about 1,200 seconds left until the tester was destroyed by the Dome, he had relatively ample time to operate and make a long-term plan.

With his personal involvement, the core purpose of Operation T1 was immediately adjusted.

Huge think tanks such as the Strategic Planning Institute, Command Center, Artificial Intelligence Center, Science Institute Planning Office, Sage Advisory Academy, Star, and Freddy were all set in motion to prepare new plans, striving to maximize the cover effect with the currently limited resources.

Of the 200 million troops previously deployed, only 30 million remained, and the number of manned combat units had dropped to 6 million.

Due to the strong onslaught of more and more new Blade Mantis crossing the Dome, the loss of unmanned intelligent combat units dramatically increased. This simplified the battlefield environment, greatly enhancing the difficulty of Harrison Clark’s disguised advance.

The most conservative and stable approach would of course be to continue sending reinforcements, assuming the posture of a supplemental fueling strategy.

Many soldiers from the Folding Shadow Corps and Broken Blade Battle Group volunteered, but most of these applications were rejected.

No matter how fast the troops were mobilized, they couldn’t keep up with the current situation. Continually sending more people would only result in more deaths.

Moreover, such large-scale and blind troop deployments would easily expose the real intentions, making the precarious tester subject to scrutiny.

Therefore, only a small number of strong special operations team members can be dispatched to coordinate with Harrison Clark, barely providing a semblance of cover.

In the headquarters, the Contemporary Strategy Department people were still making a fuss, strongly opposing Harrison Clark’s personal involvement in the battle.

“We only have so many covering troops left now, and no matter how strong the Sage is, he’s just one person, and there’s a limit. It’s too far-fetched. I admit that we’ve already gained a lot this time, but it’s not the very last moment yet. According to the latest findings of space-time topology, we will eventually be defeated this time. If he dies in battle, wouldn’t it mean that our continued perseverance would lose its meaning? The existence of so many of us depends on him alone; we cannot allow him to take risks, he’s being too individualistic and heroic.”

The Strategy Department Minister repeatedly emphasized his point of view and looked at other people with a pleading gaze.

However, both Nora Camp and the Historical Planning Department Minister Wendy Brittney ignored his proposal.

At this point, after 2,400 continuous jumps, Harrison Clark had only 100 million kilometers left between him and the Dome.

A small number of T1 operation forces were still pressing forward, but the personnel density had dropped significantly from before.

The proportion of enemy and friendly forces had changed, and the situation was increasingly unfavorable.

In front of Harrison Clark’s battlefield intelligence system, a large amount of information was being synchronized in real-time.

He devoted half of his attention to the intelligence system and the other half to the optical information ahead.

His pattern of action was not part of the T1 operation plan, and the Staff Department was now providing him with several route options.

For example, detonating a rock in an asteroid belt first, then mixing in with the debris to try to approach quietly.

Or disguising as a regular unmanned drone, performing conventional maneuvers and changing lines of advance, betting purely on luck.

Alternatively, calling thousands of T1 operation fighters and even more unmanned units back to form a short-lived human smoke screen in front of Harrison’s route.

There were many plans, and each one seemed successful.

But Harrison Clark didn’t choose any of them.

After a brief moment of thinking, he decided not to trust anyone, but himself.

He would combine regular pseudo-curved flight with medium engine propulsion for pushing forward in a forced polyline, without suppressing his power.

The reason he didn’t continue to jump was that he had entered the core battle zone.

Even for him, there would still be a 0.00005-second freeze time after each jump, which could easily be tracked and shot down.

He saw the results of pinning hopes on disguise and luck in the likes of Needham Brown and other fighters.

He wanted to see if he could counter the enemy’s extreme capabilities with human extremes.

Harrison Clark gave an order in his heart to the Star.

“Star, from now on, you will continuously report to me on the enemy ships’ star-shattering cannon pre-aiming situation captured by the optical signals.”

Star: “What do you mean?”

“Nothing, I want to see if I can rely on your data to provide a basis for prediction and make a quick response.”

Star: “Huh? Don’t talk nonsense. There are now 40,000 star-shattering cannons’ prism ships targeting District 5, and if you perform too outstandingly, there’s no exception of being targeted by all 40,000 cannons at once. The Compound-Eyed Observer knows your importance.”

“Each cannon fires once every 10 minutes. Therefore, within 10 minutes, you will be targeted by 40,000 star-shattering cannon beams – an average of 66.67 times per second. This means you have to make 66.67 sub-lightspeed changes of direction per second. Although the intelligent assistance here could react, neither you nor your equipment could withstand such pressure. Your equipment has an 80% chance of disintegrating.”

Harrison Clark laughed, “It’s only 80%, isn’t there still a 20% success rate? I’ve said it before, 20% is 100% to me. I understand the equipment situation you mentioned, but this custom Sage-type battle armor has been specially reinforced. If I keep the polyline manipulation in a relatively smooth state, it won’t disintegrate so easily. I will maximize the impact reduction effect of the pseudo-curvature membrane layer.”

“Wait a moment…”

In the next second, Star stopped talking because Harrison had already started his sub-light speed charge unreasonably.

The Sage’s crazy move shocked the entire command center.

In the simulated star map, a thick green line representing the Sage was drawing a winding curve in the universe, continuously advancing.

With an unstoppable momentum, the curve stretched forward and got closer and closer to the Dome.

This astonishing mobility instantly triggered the reaction of 40,000 star-shattering cannons, with the prism ships changing direction and their muzzles converging towards his route.

“What is Lord Sage doing? Has he gone mad?”

Somebody in the command center couldn’t control their restless nerves any longer and called out in panic.

But the rest of the people didn’t respond to the scream; instead, they clenched their fists, dug their toes into the floor, and stared at the star map intensely.

The first star-shattering cannon fired.

Harrison Clark’s figure, like a drifting leaf about to be hit by a speeding car, gently swayed to the side, just dodging it.

The star-shattering cannon pierced through the galaxy, eventually hitting a hapless asteroid with a diameter of several hundred kilometers inside.

The asteroid exploded in a deafening boom, dying an unjust death.Following that, the second, the third… the thousandth…

More and more Star-shattering Cannons formed a crossfire network, trying to block the way of Harrison Clark, a mere individual soldier unit.

The sledgehammer-to-kill-a-fly tactic was just like this.

Even Wendy Brittney, who blindly worshiped Harrison Clark to the extreme, was shocked on the spot, “What on earth is he trying to do? More and more Star-shattering Cannons are targeting him!”

Just then, Daniel Thompson’s voice suddenly sounded in the main command center.

“Based on my understanding of Lord Sage, he is deliberately buying time for other Operation T1 fighters. The others are no longer under threat from the Star-shattering Cannons. I suggest intensifying our offense immediately, speeding up the testing of other weapons, and destroying more Blade Mantises to expand the Broken Blade Battle Group! This is his real goal, he wants more than just test results, he wants more people to survive, and also to gain more victories for us.”

For a moment, a wave of regret surged through everyone in the command sequence.

No one had expected it.

Everyone once thought that the gap between Needham Brown and Harrison Clark was negligible.

Who could have expected that, in fact, a slight difference led to such a huge divergence.

Actually, even Harrison Clark was regretful.

If he had been more assertive from the beginning and took to the battlefield himself, perhaps…

Unfortunately, there are no ifs in life, and no medicine for regret.

Since it has happened, there’s no need for dwelling on it – just do everything that can be done.

One day, all these regrets can be made up for.

Go on!

Dodge, dodge, and dodge, then dodge again!

An average of 68 direction changes per second!

Never making a mistake, and never revealing obvious patterns.

Harrison Clark left it all to his instincts.

Before his arrival, his world was nothing but emptiness.

Either die on the road forward, or go for a big win.

Hum!

Unbeknownst to him, 573.6 seconds had passed, and he had successfully arrived at a distance of 2 million kilometers from the dome.

Afterward, he made his first warp jump and stopped precisely within 3 meters of the inside of the dome, just 2.7 meters away from the testing instrument. It seemed almost within arm’s reach.

However, he couldn’t move for now, as he was plagued by the inevitable rigor mortis that lasted for one-ten-thousandth of a second after a short-range warp jump.

But…

Sixty-six of the over forty thousand Star-shattering Cannons that had been targeting his position in the next second were fixedly aimed at the location of his regular maneuver just before the warp jump.

Before this, the Compound-Eyed Observer had been relentlessly using the Star-shattering Cannons at high intensity, trying to inflict the maximum damage on humans in the shortest possible time.

Unfortunately, this played right into Harrison Clark’s pattern trap.

When he made a sudden warp jump after a regular maneuver, he caught the Compound-Eyed Observer off guard.

If the Compound-Eyed Observer hadn’t insisted on using a regular pattern of simultaneous firing with the Star-shattering Cannons and instead had several hundred of them on standby, they might have been able to quickly activate and catch Harrison Clark during his rigidity period.

But now, the opportunity was lost.

At least another 0.1 seconds were needed to complete the cannon’s rotation and fire, which was more than enough for Harrison Clark.

It was like a tug of war, in which one side suddenly let go, causing the other side to fall flat on their butt.

Slap!

As the rigidity period ended, a metal rope suddenly shot out from Harrison Clark’s Folding Shadow Battle Armor.

The electromagnetically attached hook at the top of the rope connected with the testing instrument.

The winch roared into action, and 0.01 seconds later, the sample-loaded testing device was sucked into Harrison Clark’s battle armor’s cargo bay.

Without looking back, Harrison Clark rushed back towards the heart of the galaxy.

He didn’t waste a single second, nor did he have any time to glance at the void where Needham Brown had fallen.

In the main command center, Nora Camp had already given new orders in advance.

Her orders were as follows:

“All missile bases in District 5 will fire to empty their weapon stores in the shortest possible time, providing perfect cover for Lord Sage.”

The missile array was now heading directly towards Harrison Clark, while the automatic detonation timers inside the missiles were ticking away.

As the moment Harrison Clark passed by the hundreds of billions of missiles, the explosions behind him ignited the entire Asteroid Belt Fifth District.

Flames spread through the void.

This was a gigantic man-made “fire cloud” with a diameter of 2 billion kilometers.

Nora Camp’s decision would cause District 5 to lose 50% of its defensive strength for at least the next three days.

However, as long as it provided cover for Harrison Clark’s successful return, any price was worth paying.

Nora Camp, with her face flushed red, clenched her teeth while staring at the star map projection.

Over the years, since joining the military, Nora Camp’s heart had always been as still as water, even during her previous games of chess, her state of mind was actually very stable.

Many people had criticized her for being too cold and indifferent.

But now, her heartbeat had never been so fast, nor had it ever been so intense.