I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World-Chapter 822 - 488: Holding the Fort Alone_2

Chapter 822: Chapter 488: Holding the Fort Alone_2

The Battle Armor’s foot opened, and a cutting blade stretched out from the sole like a snake’s venomous tongue, aiming straight for the neck of the Silver Armor Blade Mantis in front of him.

As a harsh metallic tearing sound echoed, Harrison Clark struck the neck of the Silver Armor Blade Mantis with such force that a fist-sized gap was created in just three slashes.

Each of his shots and the slash of the cutting blade dodged the protective scales of the Blade Mantis, hitting its weak spots with almost impossible precision.

The Silver Armor Blade Mantis trembled and seemed to want to retreat!

But it was impossible.

Harrison Clark’s Folding Shadow Battle Armor’s Medium Engine on his back emitted a thin blue light, as the 5.5-meter-tall mecha fiercely lunged forward.

Dual blades danced wildly, heavy cannons mercilessly pounded.

In just three seconds, there were over 700 intense explosions in the corridor.

The seemingly sleek Folding Shadow Battle Armor was packed with weapons and was specially strengthened with melee weapons according to Harrison Clark’s personal needs, thus reducing the proportion of medium and long-range weaponry.

At this moment, it perfectly met Harrison Clark’s needs.

The Silver Armor Blade Mantis was forced to retreat step by step.

But behind it, two more had arrived!

Harrison Clark didn’t dare to linger in combat nor stray too far from the fork in the road; his toes transformed into dual blades, shooting forward and spiraling his body.

The spinning foot blade’s tip accurately hit the neck of the foremost Silver Armor Blade Mantis.

With the help of the collision’s explosive force, Harrison Clark retreated once again.

He stopped, turned around, and two square metal columns, about two meters long each, emerged from his back.

On the columns, there were a dense array of twenty rows, each with five round holes.

0.02 seconds later, the first batch of 200 vacuum bubble thumb missiles fiercely flew out, bombarding the area like a rainstorm.

Within 0.5 seconds, the temperature in the corridor had soared to over a million degrees Celsius and was still climbing.

The Silver Armor Blade Mantis at the forefront suddenly erupted in flames from its neck before exploding with a boom.

The two larger ones behind it also saw their stable protective layers begin to emit flickering flashes of light, making them unstable.

In less than a second since their engagement, Harrison Clark had completely gained the upper hand and had transformed the battlefield into a favorable situation for himself.

Combat inside the Prism Ship was completely different from that in outer space, with extremely confined spaces preventing both Harrison Clark and the Blade Mantis from using space jumps.

Instead, both sides were trapped in a small area, fighting to the death. This was both an advantage and a disadvantage for Harrison Clark and it was the ultimate reason for Needham Brown’s reluctant defeat.

The Prism Ship’s internal Compound Eye combat units had already been wiped out once by the shockwave of the Energy Beam Bombs. Although there was nothing left when Harrison Clark entered, the corridor was littered with “shadows” shaped like Eight-legged Beetles and Dragonfly Fighters.

Moreover, due to the interior walls of the Prism Ship being part of the ship’s sturdy hull structure, ordinary weapons could only cause negligible damage, and no structural damage could occur from explosions.

The stable battlefield seemed to be unfavorable for Harrison Clark.

He was especially adept at taking advantage of chaotic battlefield conditions, always pushing the limits of every detail in these rapidly changing environments.

But now, he was forced to face his strongest foe head-on in a fixed space.

Moreover, due to the narrow space, every destructive energy released by both sides was continuously compressed.

As time passed, the accumulated energy and temperature in the corridor increased, gradually exceeding two million degrees.

At first glance, the high temperature seemed to put Harrison Clark at a disadvantage, but in reality, it was playing right into his hands.

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Even now, the air inside the Prism Ship had not completely dissipated, and there was still a gale blowing from inside out.

Harrison Clark occupied the windward side of the gale.

When faced with high-temperature particles, the insulating properties of air were infinitely superior to those of a vacuum.

The temperature in front of him had reached two million degrees, but where Harrison Clark stood, it was less than two hundred thousand degrees.

As the high-temperature explosions from the front threatened to engulf Harrison Clark, they were skillfully “blown” back by the strong wind generated from the air pressure difference behind him.

Moreover, the high temperature served as a natural catalyst for the Coronal Cannon, multiplying its power exponentially.

Inside the distant command center, Nora Camp stared dumbfounded at the rapidly updating test reports, feeling an unspeakable shock.

In this very short time, Harrison Clark had completed a large number of tests on the Prism Ship’s hull material.

The tests focused on the radiation wavelength changes and particle characteristics of the Prism Ship’s metal when subjected to continuous extremely high temperatures.

Each parameter was unprecedented.

The fourth, the fifth…

More and more Blade Mantises appeared in front, but they could not advance even an inch.

Harrison Clark’s new rapid-firing Coronal Cannon had firmly blocked twenty-four Blade Mantises at the entrance.

Even those that had been given the order to charge forward at any cost couldn’t get past Harrison Clark’s dual blades.

“Commander, what should we do now? Should we call the fleet from Asteroid Zone One to launch a rescue operation?”

A new problem was placed before Nora Camp.

The Prism Ship Formation was retreating to rendezvous with the damaged Prism Ship.

During the previous battle between both sides, the large number of plasma magnetic bombs launched by humans were still interfering with the battlefield, slowing down the retreat of the Prism Ship Formation.

At this moment, humans had three choices.

First, stay put. This was the safest option, as it would conserve a significant amount of manpower.

Second, have the main fleet pursue the enemy ships, taking the opportunity to conduct more weapons tests. Casualties would be inevitable, but manageable.