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Chapter 572: 373: Leave It to Me_2
Chapter 572: 373: Leave It to Me_2
Chapter 572: Chapter 373: Leave It to Me_2
“Who…who am I? What am I doing? What happened?”
A lingering shred of consciousness suddenly sprouted in Iron-armored Ferocious Tiger’s brain.
At the edge of death, Tiger Warrior’s mind miraculously revived momentarily, restoring the thought process of a human being.
A human’s brain works very fast, and thoughts began to flood his mind like an electric current; he recalled many things.
“I am Daniel Thompson, a Galaxy Warrior in the Human Defense Force. I serve as the deputy commander in the Caudron Army Corps of the First Military District. I am also an instructor who trains recruits and acts as the captain in battle.”
“This is our battlefield. Most of our comrades in the Caudron Army Corps have sacrificed themselves already. I was supposed to die with my comrades, but since my superior officer Harrison Clark never took command of the ship, Oliver Yeoman, another companion, was killed first. I had to stay on the Caudron Army Corps’ command ship as acting commander.”
“Now the Caudron Army Corps has disintegrated and no longer needs a commander. I transformed myself into a Gene-Modified Warrior and came here with more than twenty million of my comrades to face the Blade Mantis.”
“I am a ferocious tiger, a tiger with special abilities. Now, it’s time for me to die generously. Oh yes, what was I doing just now?”
“Haha, I killed two of them. Hahaha! Needham Brown, you’re a lousy dog who looks down on people. You think you’re so great because you have a high awakening level? Obviously, I’m even better!”
This person is precisely Daniel Thompson.
The Lion’s consciousness began to laugh madly, feeling indescribably proud.
At the same time, his body was still driven by instinct, trying to let out a final roar.
Just then, the Blade Mantis struck again.
This slash split Tiger’s enormous head in half.
However, his dying thoughts didn’t dissipate immediately and still continued to stir violently.
An ancient saying goes that a person’s life flashes before their eyes at the moment of death, which is sometimes true and sometimes false.
At this moment, Daniel Thompson’s undissipated thoughts in his mind were completely unrestrained, letting his consciousness run wild.
It was as if he was talking to himself.
“I know that I’m weak and insignificant. I also like to brag, but my combat ability isn’t really impressive. I also know that coming here means certain death.”
“But I haven’t shamed myself! I’m even more fortunate in this life to be Harrison Clark’s instructor. I am the instructor of the strongest warrior in human history, and I have no regrets! Death it is, then!”
As his thoughts calmed, the world “before Daniel’s eyes” was gradually engulfed in darkness.
Although it seems like a long story, only 0.37 seconds had passed since Harrison Clark set off.
At this moment, Daniel saw a swift shadow flash by in the “corner of his eye”.
A violent explosion followed, emanating from the Blade Mantis’s legs.
The shadow quickly disappeared, and the Blade Mantis’s figure vanished from sight, reappearing elsewhere.
Three huge beams of light roared from a distance, each locking onto different positions.
The recently teleported Blade Mantis was instantly covered by one of the enormous projectile trajectories.
Under the intense and dazzling light, Daniel “saw” the retreating black figure.
It was Harrison Clark.
You made it.
One hit succeeds.
As expected of you.
As expected of my most prideful disciple.
Goodbye…
Harrison Clark looked back at the shattered remains of the Tiger in the starry sky.
He activated a small range telepathic communication, not knowing if the other party could hear it.
“Lion Bro, thank you. You held them off, giving me plenty of time. You look great as a Gene-Modified Warrior. I’ll take it from here.”
He had heard all the last few phrases that Daniel carelessly thought through his battlefield data collection equipment.
Harrison Clark couldn’t describe his feelings.
He could hardly remember how many times he had personally witnessed Lion Bro’s heroic sacrifice.
Reason told him to be numb, yet emotions continued to give him the same pain.
A truly human being would not become a numb machine amidst repeated death and witnessing death, but instead fall into endless anger due to mounting resentment.
Both ruthless killing machines and mad revengers may seem similar in methods, but their paths are radically different.
In his Battle Armor, Harrison Clark gently lifted his head, and one after another, the familiar yet unfamiliar faces appeared before his eyes.
What Daniel said in his mind when he was at the brink of death, of course, counted as his last words.
It’s just that those last words were not meant for anyone to hear.I heard it myself.
I don’t know if it’s Tiger’s luck, or my own luck.
Or perhaps our misfortune.
The explosions in the starry sky continue, and countless warriors are torn apart, shattered, and engulfed by the blasts.
The wreckage of battleships, fighters, battlesuits, and human bodies are scattered and flying haphazardly throughout space.
This massive meat grinder of a battlefield seems to have transformed into a dark cloud.
When the war ceases, regardless of who wins or loses, these human and inhuman remains and dry bones may accompany the universe to the end of the world, or be swept into a comet, wandering through the cosmos. They may also become battle relics for future civilizations to explore, or reassemble into a planet orbiting the sun, hatching new civilizations eons later.
Who knows?
Is this… the war that belongs to the Space Age?
Humans really are insignificant, just like ants whose nests are flooded by the waters during the human process of cultivating rice fields.
If ants have feelings, they would also be mad enough to grit their teeth into pieces.
But humans can never understand the anger of ants, just as the Compound-Eyed Observers may not understand human wrath.
So what?
As I said, as long as I have a single breath, my anger will never fade.
My anger exists solely because of me.
You just have to bear the fury I unleash.
Let’s show them what a poisonous ant looks like!
Harrison Clark took a deep breath.
His pupils suddenly exploded.
With additional power output, his dark battlesuit figure drew a massive arc in space.
At this moment, his weapon had changed into two long whips.
The String-energy Blade had been destroyed in that previous slash.
“Star, activate the overload mode for my battlesuit. All energy supplies should exceed the limit by 50%.”
“Overload mode activated, battlesuit damage rate 1%, 2%…”
“Alert me when the damage rate exceeds 70%!”
In the next instant, forty-eight metallic whips emerged from the 12-meter-tall Harrison Clark’s battlesuit.
These agile whips danced and emitted electrical sparks, while physical toxins darted along their tips.
Inside the battlesuit, Harrison Clark’s face reddened as his brain’s computation speed increased, causing high energy heat.
Finally, the overloaded battlesuit could perfectly match his current awakening level of 38.91%.
Every part of the battlesuit’s structure, energy infusion, and transfer, as well as the fifty whip-like weapon systems, were under his subconscious control.
On ancient battlefields, the fiercest warriors wielded knives.
Knives were all about big movements, being unstoppable.
The highest state for a knife user is to become one with the knife.
Harrison Clark was not a knife user, but rather a practitioner of various single-soldier battlesuits.
His equipment evolved from the most primitive purely mechanical large battlesuits to the current Galaxy Equipment.
Since he first donned armor, he died on every battlefield.
He had nearly mastered the control of each generation of battlesuits. Practice had made perfect, and the sweat he had shed in the past hadn’t gone to waste.
Even if those pieces of equipment he once fought and died alongside had long disappeared into the turbulence of the timeline, the priceless operation experience that these former “comrades” left him still remained, never leaving him even for a second.
He achieved unity of body and mind, mind and armor, a man and armor as one!
At this moment, he unleashed his full combat potential, absolute keen senses, ultra-high speed responses, and perfect intuitive predictions.
He sent tens of thousands of brainwave commands per second to the battlesuit, controlling every detail of the entire equipment with extreme precision.
The antimatter biocatalyst in the Mars Power Storage system trembled frantically under the stimulation of microcurrents, releasing one positron after another. They gathered towards the energy storage, unleashing massive energy in a controlled chain of explosions.
The surging electric power in the Dyson Bio-battery gushed out like floodwater, roaring through each superconducting circuit of the Galaxy Battle Armor.
The Pseudo-Curvature Engine made buzzing noises, operating at the brink of its power output.
The forty-eight metal whips behind him aimed at a certain point, like venomous snakes.