Chapter 826: Chapter 491: The Veil_1
If this battle were to be likened to an article, the advent of the Do as a landmark event would abruptly put an end to all the chaos, drawing a full stop to everything.
People inside could see the outside with their naked eyes, but couldn’t receive any information, and could only observe the situation through the visual surveillance of soldiers and optical sensors (traditional caras).
On Earth, the optical images as auxiliary battlefield information could provide enough reference for combat operations.
But when the battlefield environnt is enlarged to space, when the distance extends to hundreds of thousands or even billions of kiloters, optical images lose their significance for reference.
In the pure video footage, after the first soldier smashes into the Do, the outside Zone 1 fleet is plunged into temporary chaos.
The chaos lasts for about 2.7 seconds.
During these 2.7 seconds, Zone 1 Fleet is severely damaged.
Although this fleet of 7,000 prism ships does not have Blade Mantis, there are still a considerable number of subpri small combat units, and Blade Mantis from other zones gather here rapidly as well.
After the arrival of the Do, the strategic policy of the Compound-Eyed Observer changes sharply. They no longer attempt to recapture the DX1819 Prism Ship, but instead focus on swiftly annihilating the Zone 1 fleet and Torrent Assault Team mbers trapped outside the Do.
The prism ship formation is changing rapidly, moving from other areas to Zone 1, surrounding the remaining forces.
There is no hope of survival for the Zone 1 fleet and the Torrent Assault Team soldiers who are still outside.
Although Leviel Krinsman quickly adjusts and consolidates his forces to try to break out after suddenly losing the support of the command center, it’s already aningless.
There’s no escape, struggling will only allow them to hold on for a while longer.
A large number of analysis reports are flying in like snowflakes, most of them about the Do.
One of the most prominent reports cos from the Science Academy.
After the appearance of the Do, the rules of Triple Space have been changed.
The connection between the original three-dinsional space and curvature subspace is severed, and the ubiquitous gravitational lines in the universe are cut off, leaving no stable gravitational lines to form curvature subspace.
Moreover, even light cannot reach “light speed” in a vacuum.
This ans that human ships in the Shadow Galaxy cannot enter curvature motion.
Harrison Clark is not surprised by this.
After watching the external cara footage for a while, he silently turns his face away, not wanting to look anymore.
It’s at this mont that his personal information receives a new important ssage.
It’s a report about the Solar Do.
The initial content of the ssage is only one item.
Thirty minutes ago, the Solar Do was in the distant Ourten Galaxy, assisting the prism ships in clearing the Ourten Galaxy where everyone is a warrior.
But the mont Harrison Clark arrived in the Shadow Galaxy, the Do disappeared abruptly.
The distance between the Ourten Galaxy and the Shadow Galaxy is 2000 light-years, which ans the Do has traversed 2000 light-years in half an hour.
This reveals the terrifying “flying” speed of the Do, which is 35,040,000 tis the speed of light.
Before this, humans had tested the flying speed of the Do many tis, but the results were different: sotis 500 tis, sotis 1500 tis, sotis millions or even tens of millions of tis.
Since the data doesn’t co from direct testing – humans can’t capture the Do’s flight trajectory, and can only derive the speed based on distance and ti difference – the results aren’t accurate.
For example, it’s possible that the Compound-Eyed Observer took back the Do at so point and waited for so ti before deploying it again.
Now they’ve finally asured the Do’s ultimate speed, and it’s terrifying, but it’s not necessarily bad news.
Harrison Clark recalls the battles in the previous tiline.
At that ti, the judgnt of the Proxima Centauri Fleet was actually inaccurate.
The Solar Do didn’t arrive at Proxima Centauri four light-years away the instant it disappeared in the Solar System. There was a ti difference of about 0.06 seconds.
But given the situation humans were in at the ti, no one cared about the 0.06-second ti difference, and they simply regarded it as instantaneous teleportation.
Under the terrifying speed of 35,040,000 tis the speed of light, a distance of 4 light-years was virtually aningless.
But if the number was raised to 2000 light-years, distance would beco aningful.
Because, in that half an hour, Harrison Clark accomplished the feat of hijacking a prism ship.
If the Do could truly teleport instantly, there wouldn’t be this Prism Ship beneath his feet now.
This cheers Harrison Clark up to a considerable extent.
Since joining the war, he has been unmasking the mystique of the Fly Eyes.
He has even personally killed more than one Fly Eye, but both he and the human scientists in multiple tilines still know nothing about the Do – the higher-level ans controlled by the Fly Eyes – and are still frightened by its mystery.
But now, what Harrison Clark continues to unravel is more than just the veil of the Fly Eyes. With its imnse territory, humanity has gained the ultimate speed of the Do’s exposure.
Now, at least, humans have calculated a parater related to the Do – flying speed.
This is a qualitative change.
It proves that no matter how fast the Do is, it must still follow the rules of cosmic space and cannot completely ignore distance or jump out of the scope of Triple Space Theory.
It further proves that the Do is still a product of civilization, not a “weapon of God.”
The DX1819 prism ship is flying inward from the outside.
According to the plan, DX1819 will eventually dock on the sun-facing side of Venus.
On the way, Harrison Clark receives another new piece of information, this one from the outside Zone 1 fleet.
Utilizing optical signals, the Zone 1 fleet sends a Morse code ssage to the people inside before being completely destroyed.
Intelligence personnel inside decrypt the Morse code and organize a complete telegram.
The general content is as follows: massive numbers of prism ships from the vast Morrowind Empire are undergoing large-scale mobilization.
Aside from a few prism ships continuing to clear human-populated areas, the vast majority of the prism ships have abandoned their individual targets and are converging on the Shadow Galaxy from all directions.Even the prism ships that flew out of the Orion Arm’s territory and chased human escape vessels deeper into the Milky Way Galaxy were turning back.
This indicated that the Compound-Eyed Observers intended to regroup.
Harrison Clark nodded, and said through the quantum communication channel, “I see, this isn’t too bad. It seems they won’t launch an active attack by opening the Solar Do until they’ve reached a certain number of prism ships outside. We can use this brief respite to analyze the DX1819 as much as possible, to decipher the secrets of the prism ships.”
According to the estimates of the command center, although the enemy had stolen human technology and mastered the snake-shaped Stargate, it would take at least 28 months to regroup their prism fleet to more than 500,000 in number.
Moreover, as more prism ships turned back toward the Shadow Galaxy, the human escape vessels outside were able to flee even further away, more scattered, and the survivors were able to live longer.
So lucky ones might live out their twilight years, dying not in war but from old age.
The thirty-five trillion people who had been covering for the Shadow Galaxy for a hundred years, serving as a hundred years of bait, now it was ti for the Shadow Galaxy to serve as bait for others.
Regardless, in the ninth tiline, Harrison Clark had already made incredible progress that was unimaginable in the past.
Aside from the rits and derits of creating the Salvation Association, he had at least bought another one or two centuries for the entire civilization.
It was a pity that after being sealed by the Solar Do, the Shadow Galaxy could no longer have contact with the outside world, and the information blockade was even harder and more solid than that of ten Dyson mbranes.
No matter what achievents the Shadow Science Academy had, or what new creations the people outside had, they could not communicate with each other.
With gains, there would be losses; Harrison Clark was open-minded.
The overall changes in the outside battle situation brought more subtle influences.
Originally, countless carrier ships were flying to the Shadow Galaxy, but now that they were sealed, the carriers had to make new decisions.
Harrison Clark speculated that so carriers would still knowingly go up the tiger’s mountain, while others might turn back and flee far away.
He wouldn’t bla anyone. Every individual had the right to make choices based on their personal judgnt and deserved respect.
Those who still ca forward knowing they were going to die were certainly noble, but those who fled were not despicable.
The longer they lived, the longer the entire civilization could survive, with more possibilities added.
In human history, countless different people had faced the sa scenes and made different choices.
Diversity was one of the necessary conditions for maintaining the continuation of civilization.
The clicking noise was constant, it was the sound of Harrison’s Folding Shadow Battle Armor stepping on the floor.
He was walking through the passage that Star had just opened for him, step by step towards the core area of the prism ship.
The few red dots representing the living Fly Eyes were still flashing.
“I’m going to open the core compartnt of the prism ship to see those living Fly Eyes. Child…cough, arrange for the interrogators and researchers in the field of life sciences to be on standby outside the prism ship as soon as possible.”
He said to Nora Camp.
“Lord Sage, be careful.”
“Right.”
After a mont of silence, Nora Camp’s voice ca again: “All mbers of the first fleet and the remaining Torrent Assault Team are dead. The battle is over.”
Harrison Clark’s footsteps slowed for a mont, “Alright, I understand.”
If it were up to his previous personality, he might choose to dash in and pinch the Fly Eyes’ armor to pieces one piece at a ti.
But not now.
He was a human leader and would not be completely dominated by personal hatred.
Each of his decisions had to follow a very pragmatic principle: to maximize the interests of all people and to maximize the odds of winning.
Here, “all people” included himself, his comrades from the 21st century, and all those in the present, past, and future tilines.
All he wanted was a final victory, and everything else had to take a back seat.
Harrison Clark was about to ask Star to open the last door in front of him when he received another ssage from Martha Owen.
“Lord Sage, Freddy is dying. Our dical staff has tried their best, but they can’t solve his problem. His genes are collapsing like dominoes.”
Whoosh!
The next mont, Harrison Clark turned his head and raced down the side passage.
“Star! Open the passage to the outside for !”
As the wind whistled, his heart roared with urgency.
About thirty seconds later, he rushed out of the prism ship and headed straight for District 7.
Before leaving, he had repeatedly admonished Freddy to take care of himself.
But Freddy, who always obeyed him, had repeatedly disobeyed his orders.
Freddy would die prematurely. Harrison Clark had always known there was this possibility, and he had been ntally prepared for it.
He just didn’t expect it would co so soon, without giving him a chance to catch his breath.
Whoosh!
He completed a brand-new test.
Although he couldn’t perform supercurved motion under the Solar Do, he could still warp.
This was also expected, given that the Blade Mantis had done it before. Now, he only verified that his Folding Shadow Battle Armor had the sa capabilities as the Blade Mantis.
“Freddy’s life signs are rapidly dissipating. Do you want to inject him with hormone-based life support agents?”
“What are the side effects? What are the effects?”
“There are no side effects, it can just make the dying elders persist for a few more minutes, but they will still die in the end.”
Harrison Clark: “Inject it! I’ll be there in a few minutes!”
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