Chapter 598: Chapter 386: Lonely and Futile Efforts_1

Since the war began until now.

Harrison Clark had been watching his comrades continually die.

He tried hard to remain calm.

He began to use numbers to summarize the fate of his comrades.

Because he knew that he had no qualifications to cherish their memories, nor the time to wallow in sorrow.

He had to face the situation with a relatively indifferent mentality, which he basically achieved.

But it was difficult, whenever he saw those indifferent numbers, he couldn’t help but imagine the names and faces behind them.

Although he could always move forward fearlessly, there were still so many people he was familiar with.

When hearing “Never Walk Alone,” he still thought of the tombstones of Carrie Thomas, Avril Green, and others, and also thought of how he died alone in the universe because he couldn’t find Voyager 2.

In this war, he experienced a new despair on the White Giant Cocoon and the Blade Mantis.

He had tried his best, doing everything he could.

Star, Nora Camp, Needham Brown, Bainesta, Neville Brown, Bernal Connor, Martha Owen, and every soldier, scientist, and engineer all did everything they could.

Humans shattered the White Giant Cocoon and annihilated forty Blade Mantis from the Spherical Battleship.

Humans faced despair time and time again, breaking it each time.

But when the Prism Ship Fleet and millions of Blade Mantis appeared, a deeper, larger despair swallowed everything.

This was still the end of humanity.

Then Harrison saw the fleets from Proxima Centauri and Barnard’s Star.

At first, he was somewhat excited, but this excitement quickly came and went.

Through the exchange of information from the three parties, Harrison solved a lot of confusion along the way, found a new direction, but it was of no use to the people in this timeline.

With a mix of calm and sadness, the end of this timeline approached.

In the report of war damage, there were more blatant numbers.

This set of numbers was called the remaining population.

From the initial 40 billion to over 10 billion when the Prism Ship Fleet arrived, and now to less than two billion, still dropping at a rate of millions per second.

As for the reinforcements, the situation was not much better, with Twin-rotor Battleships and Triangular Warships being lost at a rate of tens of thousands per second.

The Solar War Zone was defensively passive, with some strategic depth in the rear, so the rate of casualties was slightly slower.

The fleets of Proxima Centauri and Barnard’s Star had more room to maneuver but were on the offensive, so there was no such thing as strategic depth.

From now on, Harrison could already see the end: in two or three thousand seconds, only a few planet bases and those stationed in the space stations inside would still be alive near the Solar System.

The taste of being able to see the end in one glance was terrible.

What was worse, after paying such a high price, not a single one of the 999996 Angular Warships was lost.

Let alone being damaged, the Angular Warships weren’t even hit, nor had they ever moved their positions or changed their propulsion speed.

They were constantly advancing silently, as if immutable natural phenomena since ancient times.

Harrison had seen this sort of scene before.

In the second timeline, he had the same feeling when watching the universe fleet explode without warning in space on television.

Because they couldn’t understand it, people’s brains produced illusions, subconsciously thinking that it was some sort of natural phenomenon.

Even though they knew it wasn’t, they couldn’t help but fall into this subconscious illusion.

The heavy despair of the situation, coupled with the deep immersion of “Morning Wind,” affected his judgment, leading him to make a wrong decision a few seconds ago, revealing a flaw and falling into the enemy’s trap.

But he couldn’t be blamed, as he was facing an unprecedented new situation.

He had no idea about the strength of the Angular Warships, so it was understandable that he made mistakes.

In other words, even if he knew it would be this way, when the opportunity to break out was in front of him, he would still act without hesitation.

Knowing that he could go out and fight, he couldn’t bring himself to do nothing and choose suicide in advance for fear of being captured alive.

Since he saw them, he had to try slashing a few times to see if it worked and gather more data if possible.

Otherwise, if he can’t find the crucial key to solving the problem and chooses to give up early in fear of being captured alive, he won’t win the next time, or the time after that… or ever.

But Harrison’s greatest strength was his endurance. Even though he realized he was in the greatest danger he had ever faced, he did not panic. Instead, he quickly analyzed the situation in his mind.

In an instant, he adjusted his mindset.

He believed that the capture trap set by the enemy was not only a risk but also an opportunity.

Being captured alive meant that the Compound-Eyed Observer was reluctant to erase him easily.

With that in mind, he could toy with the Angular Warships for a while, get closer to them a few more times, slash a few more times, and try different tactics to get more information and prepare for the next time.

His time-resetting ability might have been exposed or it might still be hidden.</