I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World-Chapter 838 - 502: My Gambling Nature Is Heavy [Thanks to League Leader Ruichi Tianxia]

Chapter 838: Chapter 502: My Gambling Nature Is Heavy [Thanks to League Leader Ruichi Tianxia]

Inside the enormous real-life training arena built in the Shadow of Jupiter, Needham Brown and Harrison Clark, both wearing identical gear, faced each other, suspended in the air.

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This was a closed-door combat exercise that would not be announced to the outside world. Only the elite members of the Folding Shadow Corps and Broken Blade Battle Group who were patrolling near the Shadow of Jupiter could receive the short-range broadcast of the long-wave signal to watch the live video.

As for others, they would have to wait until after the two had finished their sparring before they could see the teaching materials compiled by the instructor team led by Daniel Thompson.

In the past battles between the two, there had never been a winner or loser. After all, every time it would end with Needham Brown being carried away.

But this time marked the greatest challenge Harrison Clark had ever faced because, in ten hours, Needham Brown would have to set off.

So Harrison Clark had to control the extent of Needham Brown’s injuries so that they could be healed within ten hours, but it was difficult, knowing how crazy he would be once the battle began.

Harrison Clark thought that the others, fearing that Needham Brown would die and fail in his task, leaving no one to practice with, had deliberately asked for a one-on-one match today.

He was unsure whether this was to train him or themselves.

Before sparring, Harrison Clark first checked each other’s state.

In the past twenty-eight months, he had tried many new results sorted out by the Shadow Science Academy.

Perhaps it was because his genetic potential was really high, or because he had experienced numerous planetary systems in the Orion Arm, his brain had been exposed to too many different star quantum fields. It could also be because of his continuous use of warp engines when he arrived, followed by the high-intensity use of the warp engine in subsequent training which reactivated some of his dormant genes.

With the help of his handmade tea replicas, his awakening had now reached 48.76%, almost the same as Needham Brown, who had been steadily improving with the continuous use of Warp Battle Armor and had reached 48.78%.

Brown’s awakening had always been slightly higher than Harrison Clark’s, which was why he never gave in after losing to Harrison Clark.

“This time, I won’t lose to you again,” Needham Brown gritted his teeth.

Harrison Clark spread his hands, “Don’t be like that. You have to control yourself. If you really get seriously injured and only have a head left, I might have to personally go to the frontlines.”

A slight smile appeared at the corner of Needham Brown’s mouth, “Isn’t that what you’re hoping for?”

Startled for a moment, Harrison Clark nodded imperceptibly, “You caught me.”

“Keep dreaming! It’s impossible!”

Thirteen minutes later, the two flew out of the training field side by side.

Interestingly, both were refreshed and exceedingly satisfied.

“Daniel Thompson, what do you think about these two? Even though they had a close match, why do they both look so satisfied? General Brown might be happy to have finally caught up to Harrison Clark, but why is Harrison Clark so happy?” the deputy chief instructor wondered.

Daniel Thompson laughed, “You wouldn’t understand.”

“Then tell us, instructor,” the others pressed.

Daniel Thompson only smiled and remained silent, indicating that his thoughts would remain difficult to convey.

Ten hours later, Operation T1 officially began. Needham Brown quietly left with two million soldiers, heading towards different destinations in the Asteroid Belt Fifth District.

According to tracking intelligence, there were the fewest Star-shattering Cannons in District 5, making it an optimal opportunity for a breakout.

At this point, 50,000 Star-shattering Cannons were evenly distributed around the solar system, maintaining a stable firing frequency of one shot per 10 minutes to create a killing field.

Fortunately, the numerous defensive measures prepared by the humans had effectively blocked the destructive power of the Star-shattering Cannons.

Layer upon layer of protective metal foils greatly impeded the power of the Star-shattering Cannons.

The core production capacity within the solar system was temporarily unharmed.

Stealthily, small human combat units rapidly traversed through the layers of protective metal foils, with more and more information reports coming back.

Thirty-three million combat units were divided into one million teams, with 33 people per team.

Each team’s advance route strictly followed the detailed planning of Operation T1.

Route maps intertwined into a fine, large web.

“Prism Ship formation stable, no large-scale movements detected.”

“Star-shattering Cannons firing at a stable frequency. Missile Base X8231 in District 5 has just been destroyed, reporting other battle damage…”

“Heaven and Abyss Level Mothership No. 7515 has been pinpointed for an attack. All front defense fortifications have been destroyed, and Channel 7 has been penetrated.”

“Main Vertical Formation No. 100 is speeding forward, breaking through and dispersing in a rainwater formation.”

“Enemy ships are starting to mobilize, with more and more Star-shattering Cannon Prism Ships converging towards District 5.”

“Newly developed Blade Mantis drones have been deployed and are warping through the Dome! The loss rate of the Blade Mantis has been further reduced, with the damage rate now below 30%!”

“All teams, be advised. We are about to reach the outermost layer of the defensive membrane. Please follow the predetermined plan.”

“Received.”

…

“Received.”

In the temporary command center hidden behind Neptune, local battlefield simulation maps were projected into the hall.

Nora Camp, Harrison Clark, and others silently observed the advancing route simulation, their faces solemn and the atmosphere tense.

It was a web of intertwined lines that vaguely resembled tree roots, densely intertwined.

The front half of the web was a faint green dashed line, and the latter half was a solid green line.

As human units continued to advance, the lines shifted from dashed to solid, and the screen showing the route simulation seemed to depict water infiltrating through a towel.

At some point in the middle of the dashed line, there was also a bold red dot.

The meaning of the red dot was that according to the overall planning of Operation T1, these combat units would be hit at this point.

Sure enough, the vast majority of units represented by solid lines were successively hit when advancing near the red dot, with a margin of error not exceeding one million kilometers.

In the vast universe, this was already extremely accurate, with negligible errors.

Nora Camp nodded slightly, “Very good, as expected. The plan was a complete success. This proves that we can accurately grasp the thinking patterns and behavioral patterns of the Compound Eye People.”

Harrison Clark silently turned his head to glance at Nora Camp beside him.

This was precisely the reason he had never wanted to climb to the highest level of military command.

Those in high positions hold the lives of millions in their hands, and regardless of the reasons, every military order issued, whether successful or unsuccessful, seems to be merely sending more people to their deaths.

As long as there is war, there will be sacrifices.

The beginning of Operation T1 seemed “perfect” beyond reproach, but the price of this perfect error control was that one soldier after another was hit as anticipated at their assigned locations.

Nora Camp was always able to perform like a fish in water at the command post because beneath her seemingly gentle appearance, there was a cold heart as if made of steel.

She could be gratified by the success of the plan, but Harrison Clark could not.

Time ticked away by the second, and more and more small combat units arrived at their designated locations.

The crowd was getting closer and closer to the Dome.

Gradually, some Folding Shadow Warriors and Broken Blade Giants began warping, trying to break out.

At this point, the two hundred million people and the thirty-three million manned small combat units had been reduced to fifty million people and less than ten million combat units.

On the other hand, the three billion unmanned units suffered relatively lower casualties, as the Compound-Eyed Observer seemed to disdain using Star-shattering Cannons to attack these low-value targets. However, there were still many Blade Mantises intercepting them, hindering mankind’s “scientific experiment.”

Needham Brown, hidden among the people, was controlling a Folding Shadow Battle Armor that looked identical to an unmanned fighter, steadily advancing forward with near-light speed curvature motion.

One hundred million kilometers.

Ninety-nine million three hundred thousand kilometers.

…

Thirty million kilometers.

…

One million kilometers.

Getting closer and closer.

More and more people in the command center clenched their fists.

Nora Camp, however, remained relaxed and composed.

Finally, Needham Brown successfully reached within a five-meter range of the Dome.

He released the testing device.

Almost simultaneously, another Folding Shadow Warrior wearing a dazzling silver battle armor with exceptional mobility was hit by a Star-shattering Cannon through the Dome.

The penetration point was just within five meters!

Needham Brown succeeded!

He was the only one among all the soldiers carrying testing devices to successfully reach and collect data.

Sporadic cheers of surprise erupted in the command center.

Only at this point did Nora Camp slowly say, “Good.”

The plan had been 75% successful,

Only waiting for Needham Brown to retrieve the testing device.

But at this moment, the next instant, a beam of faint light pierced through Needham Brown’s battle armor.

This unexpected beam from the Star-shattering Cannon was not aimed at Needham Brown but at a main battleship nearly two billion kilometers away from him.

Perhaps it was just the perfect opportunity for a double hit that triggered this additional attack.

Watching Needham Brown and the green dot representing his Folding Shadow Battle Armor extinguished and receiving the optics showing his fast-disintegrating image,

The cheering in the command center came to an abrupt halt and fell into silence.

Needham Brown was killed in action.

In a war of this magnitude, there are no heroes or legends, no past glories, no distinction between status or fame. People always encounter death unexpectedly, even without the chance to leave a deafening last word.

The sudden turn of events left the command center dead silent.

A moment later, the Deputy Chief of Staff suddenly said, “The plan has not completely failed! The Compound-Eyed Observer does not know the importance of the testing device and has not targeted the unpowered floating testing device.”

In addition to the testing devices carried by people, thousands more disguised as insignificant missiles had been launched, but these missile-launched devices were destroyed by the randomly captured extra Star-shattering Cannons or some new type of Blade Mantis that had warped into the Dome.

However, this seemingly unremarkable testing device was quietly floating nearby, slowly drifting inward along with the spatial compression at a pace similar to that of the Dome’s advance.

About twenty minutes later, the distance between the testing device and the Dome would be slowly closed before it was completely destroyed.

Now, there was still a chance, but someone needed to retrieve the testing device.

Harrison Clark silently walked out.

Nora Camp stopped him from behind, “What are you going to do?”

Harrison Clark casually waved his hand without turning back, “The big guy’s acting is still too bad. It has to be me.”

When the Minister of Strategic Planning tried to dissuade him,

Harrison Clark paused for a moment, “This is the fate of a poisonous ant. You all know I have a serious gambling addiction.”

As Harrison Clark flew out in his customized Folding Shadow Battle Armor, his heart was filled with restrained emotions.

In fact, Needham Brown had already done a perfect job.

But the big guy just lacked some luck.

So unlucky.