Chapter 273: Dying with Eyes 0pen_2
Translator: 549690339
Even though he knew some things were impossible, he still wanted to try knocking down the wall.
With their relative speed reaching tens of Mach, Harrison Clark quickly traversed the entire space.
But he was so infuriated that he couldn’t find the damned Fly Eye.
The bio-recognition on the reconnaissance system vaguely detected something similar to the Fly Eye, but when he rushed over, he always found that the path was blocked.
He could easily recognize that these were doors leading to different directions, but they were sealed by bio-metal materials similar to the enemy ship’s shell.
Harrison Clark tried to pause for a while, using various weapons to smash violently, but it was all in vain.
As he continued to linger, the number of Eight-legged Beetles surrounding him from all sides increased.
The situation was getting worse, and he was finding it increasingly difficult to hold on.
According to the combat assistant’s information, the blasted space accounted for about one-thirtieth of the enemy ship’s total volume.
He had a large area to move around, but he could not find anyone.
Harrison Clark was so anxious that he didn’t care if the other party could understand him. He opened the quantum communication channel and roared angrily, “You piece of shit Fly Eye, roll out! I’m gonna fuck% ¥ &…“
Harrison Clark rarely swore, but now only swear words could express his anger.
Those rats who hid their tails were utterly hateful.
Clearly, their technology was so advanced and had many advantages, yet they only chose to hide and play non-contact warfare.
It seemed as if the destroyed human civilization was not worth mentioning in front of them, unworthy of existence, and not worth being written into their history of warfare.
Such insult and contempt were unbearable.
Harrison Clark could not tolerate it.
His roar and curse still did not get a response.
The Eight-legged Beetles chasing after him only silently continued to hunt, leaving less and less space between them. Harrison Clark’s evasive maneuvers were no longer effortless.
He was soon out of room to retreat or advance.
It was at this moment that Needham Brown’s voice suddenly sounded in Harrison Clark’s mind.
Despite it being a telepathic conversation, Needham Brown’s voice still sounded weak and breathless.
“Harrison, I can’t do it anymore. I tried my best.”
Harrison knew he was on the brink of death and was about to console him.
“But I’m better than you! Hahaha! You useless trash! I wasn’t bragging, we managed to destroy sixteen of them! Hahaha, I saw your battle records, you only destroyed two. You’re weak! I win in this life! You can’t turn it around! Hahaha! Farewell!”
As soon as his words fell, the last green dot representing an ally in Harrison Clark’s combat system was suddenly extinguished.
Needham Brown was dead.
Harrison had an urge to curse but held back.
He only destroyed two because he had bigger plans.
You don’t know anything!
Also, you were one million people against eight thousand Beetles, only managing to topple sixteen, leaving me with 7984 of them?
You shameless dead waste.
Being taunted by Needham even in death, Harrison was angry but couldn’t do anything about it.
Harrison quickly let it go, thinking not to argue with the dead, and he’d take care of it in the next life.
The Eight-legged Beetles outside would definitely return soon, so delaying time was meaningless. Harrison glanced sideways and saw a crater with a diameter of more than 20 meters, slightly recessed three kilometers away.
He was familiar with it; it was a passage temporarily closed by the Compound-Eyed Observer.
He turned and headed for the crater, sweeping away dozens of Beetles with his whip along the way, and successfully landed in the crater.
The moment he rushed in, Harrison’s pupils shrank sharply.
This door was not ordinary. In the middle of the huge entrance, there was a transparent hole six meters in diameter.
Underneath the hole, a conical, grey-blackhead was emerging.
The face of the conical head was hidden in the grey fog, only the eyes on both sides of the head were visible.
These were the Compound Eyes he had imagined countless times in his mind, the ones that made him clench his teeth until his cheeks ached every time he thought of them!
Each eye was about the size of a palm.Harrison Clark couldn’t be sure if it was the same person, but he was all too familiar with their gaze.
Indifference, dread, and this time, it seemed, an added layer of fear.
Harrison disregarded the eight-legged beetles gradually closing in behind him, crowding the entrance of the pit. He fearlessly transformed into his fighter form, activating all twenty-eight engines at full power and hurtled forward like a cannonball.
This time he didn’t use quantum communication; he just gritted his teeth and muttered beneath his helmet, a sound only he could hear.
“I’ll kill you.”
The fighter’s conical head, transformed into a blaze of light, was wrapped in layers by a tentacle-like whip. It collided with the whip, sparking dazzling fire, and the transparent material displayed small cracks.
Next, Harrison flipped in mid-air, morphing into the ultimate human-shaped armor form. He stepped on another whip with his right foot, pressing forward with an aggressive lunge.
He faintly heard a thunderous boom.
The sturdy Divine Eagle Armor on his leg finally shattered under the continuous high-intensity consumption and the unprecedented force of his powerful step.
Harrison’s right leg, synchronized with the neural network, was swept by uncontrollable currents, causing excruciating pain.
But he remained relentless, bracing himself against the advancing foe. He pushed off with his left foot, the shattered right foot of his armor barely supported by a newly extended metal rod.
He retreated slightly, waving his long whips in both hands, unleashing a wild barrage of attacks.
For a moment, inside the narrow space, the clash of energy resembled a lightning storm, illuminating the once-dark area with radiant light and various shades of radiation.
The cracks on the transparent window deepened, spreading further apart but refusing to shatter, even repairing itself.
At the entrance of the circular hole behind him, four eight-legged beetles casually advanced.
An additional four beetles trailed, taking their time. Now that Harrison had no way of escaping up or down, the enemy began to resume their composed cat-and-mouse play.
The space outside the circular hole was packed full with eight-legged beetles.
Harrison remained oblivious to the danger behind him, instead opening every missile bay on his person.
Effective or not, he was rapidly depleting all his firepower.
As the last human, the last warrior of human civilization, he wouldn’t allow himself to fall before exhausting all his bullets.
“Die! Die! Die! Die!”
The intense heat had scorched his face white, his mind devoid of thought, consumed by a torrent of killing intent. He had entirely entered a primordial battle state.
At this moment, his eyes were bloodshot, his heart pounding like a thunderstorm, and his boiling blood roared through his body.
Harrison, who had reached the peak of his battle state, could even track the overload of combat support data while bombarding the transparent void, all the while performing one-legged twist maneuvers to dodge the onslaught of toxic projectiles!
Nine seconds later, he was hit by consecutive toxic projectiles, and the fully overloaded Divine Eagle Armor exploded like fireworks.
Harrison’s body was exposed to the vacuum of space, shattering into fragments.
His eyes remained wide open, filled with bloodshot veins, glaring fiercely ahead.
His teeth were tightly clenched, his face contorted in rage.
If the invaders could understand human expressions, they would perceive the anger of an entire human civilization from his gradually freezing head in the vacuum of space.
The last soldier had fallen.
The war had ended.
In a very short time, everything quickly fell silent.
The eight-legged beetles ceased firing their toxic projectiles, leaving only four of them gradually advancing.
One of the beetles moved closest, its two long legs crossed forward, one on the left and the other on the right, hovering at both sides of Harrison’s floating head.
The beetles outside the pit turned without hesitation and flew off into the distance.
In the blink of an eye, numerous dark, enclosed tunnels opened, and swarms of black insects emerged from them, flying toward the damaged areas inside the spherical battleship.
Underneath the outer shell of the invader warship, the tunnels resumed pulsing with energy. Layers of softened material, like that of a soft-bodied creature, surged towards the gaping hole caused by the particle-interference bomb.
The outer ring of the round pit closed on its own accord, and with a series of hissing sounds, the air molecules similar to Earth’s atmosphere spread from every part of the wall, creating a white mist.
The crack in the center of the round door quickly healed, as if the insignificant damage caused by Harrison had never existed.
There was a soft sound.
Just like the Wall of Sighs, the transparent material and the round door split into precisely one hundred curved segments, retracting into the wall.
Veiled by grey mist, the three-meter-tall compound eye invader made cracking noises as it drifted at the speed of a human sprint. It approached Harrison until it was two meters in front of him.
Harrison’s eyes suddenly opened wide!