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

Chapter 393 - 271: Breakthrough—1

Chapter 271: Breakthrough—1

Translator: 549690339

Buzz!

Harrison Clark once again fully activated his Pseudo-Curvature Engine, enveloping more than six hundred thousand combat units that had switched to an olive formation.

He then redistributed his personal brain computation power, assisting the more than six hundred thousand people behind him to make appropriate operational adjustments, barely coordinating their efforts.

“Everyone, it’s time to charge.”

Bang!

He suddenly accelerated, leading the team with a curved propulsion.

Further ahead on the battlefield, Needham Brown and the others were already engaged in battle with the Eight-legged Beetles.

Ten thousand Eight-legged Beetles had intended to divide and pursue the six hundred thousand soldiers trying to bypass them, but were forcibly halted by Needham Brown leading a team of one million.

Needham Brown’s eyes widened, roaring like a madman, with a dozen Pseudo-Curvature Engines and four Medium Engines exploding with full power behind him.

Needham Brown felt the intense pain in his body, the unbearable acceleration, and the Resurrection Factor being triggered.’

Under the dual stimulation of Quantum Entanglement and Stellar Potion, his genetic awakening degree finally jumped to 35%!

He finally touched the realm that Harrison Clark once had.

Feeling the incomparable smooth control and the intense desire to fight that electrifies his soul, Needham Brown’s heart was restless and wanted to howl to the sky.

Just now, as his brain went haywire due to the strong interference, Needham’s Dragon-Hawk Armor Tactical Helmet’s data had changed dramatically.

With the assistance of an intelligent brain, no matter how large and complex the external information obtained, it presents a concise conclusion after filtering and sorting, providing powerful help for the formulation of combat plans and even on-the-spot decision-making.

Without the aid of an intelligent brain, the information on the tactical panel turns into raw, unprocessed data.

The enemy’s movement speed, the intensity of energy radiation when the enemy attacks, the current direction and range of energy release, the overall energy reserve of his own Battle Armor, and so on.

A cluttered array of trajectory graphs and complicated data was presented, no longer providing any predictive guidance.

Needham Brown had a hard time sorting through the data, but he knew he had to pay attention to it.

Without the assistance of an intelligent brain, he found it challenging and could only rely on his rough combat intuition to capture some key parameters for subconscious, gamble-like judgments. It was all up to fate, whether life or death, fortune or misfortune.

But now the situation was completely different. The data remained the same, but his combat intuition had suddenly improved dramatically. With a simple glance, he could quickly capture the information he needed. Even without the intelligent brain’s predictions, his subconscious could roughly guess the enemy’s next move.

He could also control his armor more intuitively and effortlessly, without needing data feedback. With a simple movement, he could sense the feedback from the Armor and make quick judgments in his mind.

He knew whether his kinetic energy allocation was reasonable, whether his firepower was optimized, and whether his evasive actions would work as expected.

Everything became simpler.

Now, although this was his first time facing an Eight-legged Beetle, the unfamiliarity disappeared and the fear generated by the unknown vanished.

Needham finally understood why he had been so powerless against Harrison Clarkbeforeand why Harrison had said that he wasn’t even qualified to challenge him.

Harrison’s realm was indeed so much stronger!

It seemed so close yet so far, an insurmountable chasm.

If it had been before, Needham would have indulged in ecstasy and then challenged Harrison Clark without hesitation.

But this time there was no need, as he had some worthy opponents right in front of him.

As soon as he made contact, he found that these Eight-legged Beetles, although seemingly clumsy, were incredibly agile.

Even more frightening were the eight long legs of the beetles, which had amazing killing power.

The Ultimate Form Eagle-Strike Armor’s highly regarded Triple Force Shield and ultra-tough materials were as fragile as a sheet of paper when faced with the Beetle’s almost innate ability to tear through space with its long legs.

Only by deploying their full defensive capabilities could they barely resist, but humans had only two hands while the enemy had eight long legs, and inattention could quickly lead to death.

In addition to close combat, the small holes at the ends of the Eight-legged Beetle’s legs could continuously fire physical toxin projectiles like a Dragonfly Fighter, killing any human soldiers that came into contact with them.

Their backs were also covered with a thin layer of wings which, when spread, produced a dense fog on their surface, making them virtually immune to energy weapons. However, their own high-strength structure was highly resistant to projectile weapons.

Compared to the Black Light War Beasts, these beetles were at least two levels higher in terms of pure killing machines.

According to Needham Brown’s current combat sense, each of the Eight-legged Beetles’ destructive powers was almost equivalent to Harrison Clark wearing eight Pseudo-Curvature Engines and attacking radium enemies in his Hawk Armor, and perhaps even slightly stronger.

Upon first contact, Needham knew how powerful they were and dared not underestimate them or challenge them one-on-one.

He now had a heavy responsibility as the backbone of a million soldiers, and he couldn’t afford to die.

He quickly ordered his men according to Harrison Clark’s earlier instructions: “All members of the interception team, listen up! Execute the sixth comprehensive training plan. Form groups of a hundred, with the top ten in comprehensive strength as the main attackers, the next twenty as the main defenders, and the remaining eighty people responsible for their roles according to the training plan.”

Although the Eight-legged Beetles were strong, their numbers were limited. The humans held a numerical advantage, so forming groups of a hundred to besiege each beetle might give them some hope.

Meanwhile, Needham also sent his findings to Harrison Clark.

“These beetles have no intelligence and solely act on their instinct to kill. They have multiple offensive and defensive methods, making them slightly stronger than you were during the Earth Recovery Battle.”‘