I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World-Chapter 570 - 372: The Sharpest Blade is Only Drawn When It’s Time to Win_1

Chapter 570: Chapter 372: The Sharpest Blade is Only Drawn When It’s Time to Win_1

The estimated lifespan of a Gene-Modified Warrior is three days, and the longest lifespan should not exceed five days.

Human beings are carbon-based life forms.

The advantage of carbon-based life is that a brain composed of merely 150-200 billion neurons can bear a complexity of thoughts comparable to the quantum storm of the universe.

Humans in the past had not realized this point, always thinking themselves mediocre in the cosmos.

But Harrison Clark now knows it well.

If humans were really mediocre, they wouldn’t have to face such a great enemy while still in the budding stage of human civilization before leaving the solar system.

The advantages of the human brain cannot be matched, but the price is very apparent.

There is a proverb that can be read in reverse: When God opens a window for you, He is bound to close another door for you as well.

For example, if you understand God from a scientific perspective, perhaps God is the universe that created the Earth and humanity.

The other door closed by the universe for humans lies in the fact that carbon-based life forms are inherently fragile.

This point was made very clear to Harrison Clark by the previous generation of stars.

Compared to the many super-life forms that may have been born in the universe simulated by stars, the human body is so unreliable that it can’t bear any high-energy reactions.

Even if his gene awakening degree was raised again and again, and Harrison Clark even developed human ultimate potential to 38.91%, his body could not compete with equipment, let alone compare with the Blade Mantis that could cleave through battleships, carry particle-interference bombs, and spit particle whirls.

People once imagined countless ways in which carbon-based life could break through theoretical limits, including, of course, gene-modification.

At this moment, the Gene-Modified Warriors are the desperate path that human beings in this timeline have to embark on after absorbing the genetic information of Z Bacteria.

After the conversion of Gene-Modified Warriors, almost every cell in the human body will be infiltrated by gene fragments of Z Bacteria.

The genetic information of Z Bacteria is the second most complex gene ever seen by humans, second only to humans themselves.

The core characteristic of Z Bacteria is that they can quietly infiltrate most animals on Earth and even build vast communities within these animals to form collective intelligence, with hardly any attack from the immune system.

This core characteristic is determined by the large number of important animal information, or “recognition codes,” contained in the genetic information of Z Bacteria.

After invading an animal’s body, this part of the “recognition code” will be directionally strengthened in its expression for perfect concealment and lurking.

After human cells incorporate the core fragment of Z Bacteria, they will also show differential directional expression and display various Demon War forms.

Everyone has another side in their hearts.

Some people long for the blue sky, some are born bloodthirsty, others yearn for the deep sea, and some crave unmatched running speed.

For example, Needham Brown always found that he didn’t have enough hands to play with more weapons and dreamed of having eight hands, and he really mastered the eight-armed Demon God form of the Galaxy Equipment.

After the transformation of Gene-Modified Warriors, human bodies will, to varying degrees, combine different animal “recognition codes” according to the subconscious desires of the individuals and display completely different forms.

The drawback is precisely here: inserting a foreign fragment into human genes will inevitably disrupt its stable structure.

Human cells can’t withstand such interference; after the transformation, what follows will be irreversible gene information collapse, complete cessation of cell proliferation and regeneration, zero self-healing ability, and quick death.

The greater the intensity of high-energy reactions in the body, the faster the death.

Since the transformation of Gene-Modified Warriors is bound to die and the method is irreversible, this path is indeed evil.

But the warriors decided to do it anyway.

Without the need for political work, without any inspiration or instigation from others, when everyone appeared on the battlefield and saw the enemy that had destroyed human civilization seven times and was about to complete the eighth, everyone accepted their fate willingly.

Death is inevitable for humans, but it can be light or heavy.

War will have sacrifices; why not me?

If there’s even a slight chance of fighting for a future for their families, friends, and comrades who wanted to replace them but couldn’t because they didn’t meet the awakening criteria, they would have no regrets, even if it meant turning into demons and shortening their lives.

At this time, Barnes Gilbert turned into a giant lion with a human face, about six meters long.

He roared subconsciously, intending to follow his instinct to pounce forward, only to be startled awake that he could still maintain a clear mind.

That’s not all.

As his size increased, so did the volume of his brain several times over.

Although the number of neurons did not increase, the size of individual neurons swelled a lot, and the energy supply was more abundant.

At the same time, due to the quantum thinking characteristics of the human brain, his thinking speed did not slow down.

Barnes Gilbert was already famous for his perfect command ability, and he analyzed the current situation in just a moment.

He quickly took over the regional command authority of more than a million Gene-Modified Warriors not yet transformed and those Galaxy Warriors and two-player warplanes still in formation who could maintain their intellect.

At the same time, Neville Brown and Horatio, who could also maintain their wisdom, contacted him.The intellect of the three individuals violently clashed, and within just two seconds, sparks of thought erupted, forming a comprehensive strategy.

Before the war began, Horatio voluntarily underwent the baptism of the “Song of the Wilderness” and provided a particle-interference bomb, collecting and intuitively analyzing information from the stars. In his mind, he integrated and categorized the abilities of over 20 million gene-modified warriors, selecting those with particular unique strengths.

Needham Brown’s ability to amplify in his giant form could be used to communicate and control people’s minds with his infectious power, forcibly constructing thoughts in their brains, and directing simplified instructions to the gene-modified comrades who had completely lost their cognitive abilities.

The three of them began an extraordinary layout.

Within just thirty seconds, the trio covertly lured two Blade Mantises into the target area, having full control over a massive temporary battle formation.

Next, the trio deliberately exposed themselves to the two Blade Mantises, highlighting their unique abilities.

As expected, the two cold-blooded killing machines took notice of the trio.

In the blink of an eye, the two Blade Mantises charged at the trio, shredding their defensive formation with extreme speed and slicing them into pieces. They then used short-range jumps to disperse in different directions.

Almost simultaneously, a massive beam of light with a diameter of several hundred kilometers shot from a distance, aimed at a starry sky containing nearly ten thousand human battle armors and warplanes.

But as this beam enveloped the starry region, the figures of the two Blade Mantises appeared within the column of light, separated by hundreds of miles and caught within the beam’s confines.

This beam of energy turned out to be an assault formed by the concentrated power of several thousand “Starry Sky Giant Cannons” and the battleship’s cannon in response to Bainesta’s absolute and definite information, which had been pre-aimed and prepared.

The two Blade Mantises and tens of thousands of human warriors vaporized at the same time.

Two Blade Mantises were sacrificed at the cost of countless lives. It was the ultimate achievement that the trio could accomplish.

Afterward, Nora Camp gave out an accurate prediction with a 37% rate, and she decided to take a gamble, ordering an uncharged Stellar Cannon to strike directly and eliminate another Blade Mantis.

Humanity tried every trick in the book.

Many humans perished, but the number of Blade Mantises finally dwindled to sixteen.

Besides focusing on the battlefield, Nora Camp had to painstakingly manage another battlefield to trap the spherical battleship.

As the reserve force was heavily deployed onto the battlefield, the speed of casualties increased rapidly.

Watching a continuous series of explosions in the distant starry sky, Harrison Clark became increasingly anxious and infuriated.

With his previous temperament, he would have already joined the fight himself.

However, this time he had promised the Child’s Mother to follow her arrangement throughout the process and to trust her decisions absolutely.

Therefore, Harrison Clark had to forcibly calm down, carefully observe the battlefield, quickly analyze the information, and continuously construct battlefield intuition in his mind.

Anger and anxiety did not affect his ability to process information.

With more and more information available to humanity, even without the assistance of the star’s intelligence, he could slightly detect the jump patterns of the Blade Mantises using his intuition alone.

His accuracy rate was quite high, reaching over 40%, even higher than the star’s estimate.

But it still wasn’t enough. Harrison Clark was well aware that a single misjudgment meant certain death – and the end of everything.

Thus, he continued to make every effort to absorb information and increase his accuracy rate as much as possible.

However, the downside was that the more closely he watched, the more unavoidable it was to witness his comrades being torn apart or their warplanes being engulfed in particle whirlwinds, leading to their complete annihilation.

The rage and frustration in his heart grew more and more intense.

His breaths became heavier and his blood continued to boil. It seemed as though a ball of fire was leaping and roaring inside his forehead, threatening to burst out.

He began to rehearse the battlefield in his mind, imagining himself as one of the Galaxy Warriors who tragically perished. He considered the different maneuvers he could have used to evade an enemy attack in advance and how to exploit the millisecond rigidity of enemy machines.

Even though he was tens of thousands of miles away from the battlefield, his mind became completely immersed in the aerial chess game without even realizing it.

At the times when his brain operated at breakneck speed, the thought storm that Clark unleashed was no less powerful than what anyone on the battlefield experienced – and was likely even stronger.

Time passed slowly. It may have been only several minutes, but to Harrison Clark, it felt like several years. The number of Blade Mantises finally decreased to thirteen.

At this moment, there were only 1.2 million gene-modified warriors out of the original 2 million, and the casualty rate for ordinary Galaxy Warriors and warplanes had exceeded 60%.

In the other battlefield, where they were confronting the spherical battleship, only a quarter of the military strength from the eight major war zones remained, relying solely on the reserve forces to hold the line.

At last, the long-awaited new order arrived for Harrison Clark.

“Harrison, you can go now. Be careful. You said you were the sharpest blade. The moment of victory has come – it’s time for you to unsheathe.”

These words were spoken by the Child’s Mother herself.

The next moment, Harrison Clark charged forward.

With the pseudo-curvature engine at full power and the pitch-black space membrane layer tightly pressed against his battle armor, he transformed into a dark-eyed demon god.

His speed accelerated to one-third of the speed of light in the blink of an eye, turning into a beam of light as he charged straight forward, ready to kill.