Chapter 961: Chapter 595: The Endpoint of Human Power_1
“It’s not about what tricks I have, but what skills you have. In the upcoming training, you can use your skills to the fullest. Bring your best selves and do your best. Alright, the first mission begins.”
After Harrison Clark finished speaking, he didn’t give the others any buffer ti but rapidly connected to the data synchronized from the Star and brought the equipnt for over three thousand people.
The pilots were presented with a programming console.
In front of the console was each pilot’s custom S-class single soldier combat armor.
Armor pilots and warriors appeared directly in their armor cockpits.
Action orders synchronized in front of everyone.
The battlefield environnt was simulated, with the tifra set in the 32nd century, and the location was the Shadow Galaxy.
Each warrior was given a preset identity as a mber of the Shadow Galaxy Special Operations Team.
In the simulated war ga, the Compound-Eyed Observer’s new biological army had arrived in the Shadow Galaxy, and the elite vanguard forces had penetrated the Guardian Army’s line and were heading straight for the Science City Space Station.
The mission of the Special Operations Team was simple: intercept the enemy and annihilate this elite vanguard force halfway.
S-class warriors had already carried out nurous similar interception battles in their respective war zones and original armies, with outstanding results.
Seeing such a simple mission, they were quite confident.
But they didn’t know that this ti was different from before.
With the information provided by Harrison Clark, Star had accurately deduced the abilities and firepower equipnt of the Compound-Eyed Observer’s Blade Mantis main force in the 32nd century, based on the evolution of the Blade Mantis and the thirty years of evolution of the Cannon Fodder troops in this tiline.
Although this prediction and deduction could not be 100% accurate, the error rate would not exceed 5%.
So, the S-class warriors were now facing what could be powerful new troops that the Compound-Eyed Observer might not have for another three to four hundred years.
Although the imagination of the Compound-Eyed Observers was not as good as humans, their innovation was more passive, and their pace of technological progress was much slower than humans, they had advanced several hundred years in ti, leaving the S-class warriors with no chance of winning.
Five minutes later, with the Science City Space Station in Ganyde’s orbit exploding into pieces, the warriors’ mission ended in failure.
The simulated battlefield environnt vanished suddenly, and everyone’s figures instantly returned to the platform.
So were still hysterically roaring, others had squatted down with their hands on their heads in frustration, others were looking down at their hands in confusion, and many more were staring wide-eyed in disbelief at the various paraters displayed on the console.
Not a single person had any trace of confidence on their faces.
It was miserable; they had lost too badly, without any chance to fight back.
No matter the type of warrior, they were as fragile as ants in front of enemy combat units with superior mobility, firepower, and defensive capabilities.
Perhaps even worse than ants.
After a long ti, as everyone’s swollen foreheads gradually returned to normal, a system list appeared in front of them like a curtain falling from top to bottom.
This was the ranking of each warrior’s performance in the simulation, as evaluated by the system and Harrison Clark.
The highest score was 17.15 – this warrior had stayed in the fight for nearly ten seconds while being attacked by two Special-shaped Blade Mantis.
The lowest score was 0. This pilot’s programd armor was destroyed by a single ordinary energy beam before making any substantial contact, turning into a firework in space.
The average score of more than 3,700 people was only 5.89.
“The full score is 100, with 95 being the passing mark. You can see for yourselves what level you are at.”
Harrison Clark’s image appeared in space before the warriors, his hands behind his back as he spoke.
A man from the Giant Source Galaxy shouted, “This isn’t fair or scientific. You can’t force us to face such non-standard powerful enemies. The Compound-Eyed Observers don’t have this type of troops. With our current equipnt, it’s impossible to stop them anyway. There’s no point in this training and assessnt!”
Harrison Clark smiled mockingly. “Really? It’s just that you can’t do it.”
In the next mont, Harrison waved his hand, and ten Special-shaped Blade Mantis appeared again in the space not far away.
On the platform, a T100 armor appeared.
Harrison Clark’s figure floated into the T100 and took off into the air.
About three minutes later, the intact T100 landed back on the platform, with the remaining energy reserve indicator on its shoulder just turning to the orange-yellow color of low energy.
In the distant space were countless fragnts of torn-apart Special-shaped Blade Mantis carcasses.
“Impossible! There must be a trick!”
Soone protested.
Harrison Clark didn’t say anything, only releasing all his combat data.He had given these people nearly two hours to review the battle data.
Subsequently, Harrison Clark asked again, “Do you think it’s possible now?”
Finally, no one dared to utter a word.
The complete combat paraters showed that Instructor Taylor faced ten Special-shaped Blade Mantises with the sa strength as everyone else, without the slightest difference.
Instructor Taylor demonstrated 200% of the power of the T100, a specially designed Folco Armor.
That was his key to victory.
“Rember, it’s not that your equipnt can’t do it, but that you can’t do it. My simulation battle was indeed very dangerous, and I could have been destroyed at any ti, but in the end, I won. You’ve enjoyed too much help from technology and always underestimated the Compound-Eyed Observer. The technological advancents brought about by scientists have paralyzed your vigilance, and you have beco used to relying on your equipnt to easily defeat the enemy.”
“But you must know that in the past tiline, human warriors always fought against their opponents in situations where their technology was far inferior. Sotis a rifle could shoot down an airplane or cannon. But this was not out of arrogance, but because we had no choice! We can’t expect not to be attacked just because we are weaker.”
“You must break away from your dependence on equipnt and get used to the mindset of the underdog. You must understand that when the technological gap is not absolutely overwhelming, it is not equipnt that determines the outco of the war, but people. Today, I am here to teach you this.”
“It will take more than two hundred and sixty years for our fleet to reach the Galactic Center. Although we can communicate with the Empire’s headquarters, our equipnt and technology cannot be completely synchronized with the outside world. You should be aware of the isolated situation you’re in. The most likely scenario is that you will still be using the armor in front of you even after one or two hundred years. But will the Compound-Eyed Observers remain stagnant?”
“The Galactic Center is their stronghold, which has been operated for millions of years. The ergence of combat units with such high intensity is almost inevitable. What you now consider as elite, the Blade Mantises, might even be cannon fodder for attrition wars by then.”
“Today’s lesson is over. Dismissed!”
After saying this, Harrison Clark kicked all the warriors out of his dream.
…
Tiffany Bell lay dumbfounded on her bed, with the number 8.91 repeating in her head.
That was the score she had just received, which wasn’t very high.
She had fought with a Blade Mantis for about ten seconds, but in the end, she was still destroyed by the opponent’s cutting-edge blade and simulated death.
Instructor Taylor was also using the T100, and all the basic paraters were exactly the sa as hers, but the results were worlds apart.
Tiffany was the most impacted warrior among them all.
She slowly began recalling and organizing her mories, reanalyzing every move Instructor Taylor made.
Of course, she was not content with it.
anwhile, in another private virtual café, a group of strangely shaped warriors gathered together.
The atmosphere was silent.
So were pouring drinks into their mouths, while others leaned back, gazing at the sky, their fingers tapping on the table.
Eventually, an armor warrior from the Solar System sighed and said, “This might be the limit of human ability and the true power of the ancient sage Harrison Clark.”
“Yeah, right.”
“It’s ridiculous for to have wanted to challenge him.”
“I don’t think he would accept. The gap is too large and challenging him wouldn’t help us improve at all.”
“But there’s one thing I don’t quite understand — why did he use that T100 armor to demonstrate? Is there sothing special about that girl nad Tiffany Bell?”
“Who knows? I heard that the headquarters is sorting us into squads based on our scores from the first simulation test, and I don’t want to end up with her. She didn’t even reach ten points, such a waste.”
The one who spoke these words was obviously a Giant Source Warrior, which made the atmosphere even more awkward.
As luck would have it, the few other warriors sitting with him didn’t even score above ten points.
The embarrassed people quickly disappeared.
The Giant Source Warrior didn’t seem to care about offending others.
He began to stroke the tal patterns on his shoulder, reconsidering how to combine his features better with the armor to perform slightly better next ti.
At that mont, a notification was received by all S-Class Warriors’ communicators.
The grouping of Quentin Cooper was complete.
When the Giant Source Warrior looked at the list, he was stunned.
“Damn it! What rotten luck!”
He was actually tead up with Tiffany Bell.
Furthermore, she was designated as the team leader.
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