I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World-Chapter 1199 - 702 The Eves Prelude_3

Chapter 1199: Chapter 702: The Eve’s Prelude_3

Chapter 1199 -702: The Eve’s Prelude_3

This team was indeed going to replace the other members of the Flying Tiger Team.

At this moment, Dylan Mitchell suddenly received an urgent piece of intelligence.

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Upon viewing it, he was greatly surprised, his white beard quivering, “How is this possible?”

The intelligence showed that the Destiny Covenant Marks of the other twenty-nine members of Nico Ross’s Flying Tiger Team were rapidly disintegrating, creating an irreversible situation.

It was well known that these youngsters certainly did not have the same willpower as Nico Ross and would not be able to endure the explosive emotions caused by the collapse of the marks.

Even though these children were only three years old and had far fewer life experiences than Nico Ross, and the intensity of the pressure they had to bear was not as great as Nico Ross’s, this was no laughing matter.

“Order the Star No.7 First Pioneer Academy to immediately sever the remote brain connections of these children, awaken them in their sleep capsules, and then send them to the Thought Freeze Medical Facility for rescue. Command the Gale Special Attack Team going to replace them to speed up and re-enter the sleep capsule this morning, forming a new Flying Tiger Team.”

“General, it’s too late. Like the previous sages, these little bastards have destroyed the preset defense mechanisms in the intellectual core by utilizing the thought storm released during the collapse of the marks. Now, it’s impossible to replace them without endangering their lives. There is only one choice: physically destroy their bodies in the sleep capsules on Star No.7 and allow their consciousnesses on the Glenoid Tribe Satellite to dissipate on their own through remote Quantum Entanglement. Then, the new members can link up.”

Dylan Mitchell’s face changed drastically, “These… these little bastards who don’t care about the big picture! What am I supposed to do!”

The Deputy Officer looked at Dylan Mitchell, feeling complicated.

Although he didn’t want to admit it, the fact was that the Marshal had grown old.

If it were the younger Marshal, he probably wouldn’t hesitate at all. As long as it could improve the combat power of the teammates around the sage, the Marshal wouldn’t even blink an eye when ordering the physical destruction of these children.

But now it was different. He had grown old and had unconsciously become much gentler and kinder, which was a weakness in the battlefield and could lead to mistakes.

It should have been General Andrei or General Nora Camp who should have taken charge of this matter.

“Turn on the video from their side. Let me see what exactly happened in those two minutes.”

Dylan Mitchell waved his hand. He had been busy mobilizing troops just now and had briefly overlooked the footage from their side, not paying much attention to it.

“Alright,” nodded the Deputy Officer.

About ten seconds later, Dylan Mitchell exclaimed softly, “Something’s not right. It seems that the children were taken in by Nico Ross. Wait, let me think. He values them more and doesn’t want to change teammates. Fine, let the Gale Special Attack Team change their direction, and leave the Flying Tiger Team as it is for now.”

After that, Dylan Mitchell opened another statistical table.

This table listed tens of thousands of teams that would be replaced on the field in the next dozen days.

More than 70% of the surviving over 100,000 participating teams would be replaced and transformed into more professional special operations teams composed of top warriors.

Another 30% of the teams would remain unchanged for various reasons. Either they were like the K3152 Star Representative Team, where there were no strong special operations teams nearby and the participants were the best warriors in that area, or like the team led by the nine-year-old genius, which ranked among the strongest teams on the long-range spacecraft with adult elite special operations teams.

According to the rescue operation plan, these active-duty soldiers would initiate Absolute Links as soon as they successfully replaced the roster.

The question now was how to arrange for the remaining 30% of young geniuses who would not be replaced.

After thinking for another five seconds, Dylan Mitchell’s expression turned resolute and decisive, “Order all retained participants to activate the Absolute Link!”

“Yes!”

“Also, notify Andrei Velchek to prepare for discussing a new battle plan at the Imperial Military Department. My requirement is to abandon all fixed production bases in the Cloudtop War Zone, mobilize all main fleets for dispersed large-scale troop assemblies, and then slowly advance toward the Galactic Center Region. Complete the assembly at various long-range Stargates as quickly as possible and pass through the Sky Hole Stargate to the frontline battlefield at the highest frequency. As long as we can make breakthrough progress on the Glenoid Tribe Star, we will immediately move forward at full speed and launch an all-out offensive towards the Galactic Center.”

“What? Not waiting for 3019? Not waiting for the sage to fully awaken?”

“We can’t wait any longer! We have no choice now! Send the notification immediately!”

“Yes!”

Dylan Mitchell glanced at the list, his teeth clenched.

The life of the genius boy who could compete with the sage in the annals of nothingness history was also at stake.

Success or failure hinged on this moment.

This Third Front Military Competition, which originally wouldn’t have caused much turbulence, had finally undergone a qualitative change, turning into a large-scale special operation of decisive battle level, and further escalating into the prelude to a full-scale total war between humans and the Compound-Eyed Observer.