Chapter 248: Chapter 188: Galaxy Humans 2
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In the backdrop of the brilliant starry sky, such a scene unfolded.
A series of explosions spread along the way, forming a long string of firecrackers-like streaks of light, stretching a winding stream of millions of kilometers in the universe.
Every massive explosion seemed as if it would devour the starry sky.
However, after each explosion’s flame was extinguished, one could see that delicate streak of starlight stubbornly escape.
Harrison Clark had done everything within his limits, but what remained still required him to do his best and leave the outcome up to fate.
The chasing invisible bombs were becoming more and more numerous, and the spherical battleship was steadily approaching.
Though boasting a challenging life, even tougher than a cockroach, Harrison Clark’s persistence was increasingly painful.
And there were even worse situations.
He gradually understood the meaning of adaptive enhancement as mentioned by Martha Owen.
There were fewer energy impacts that the shield form could block, threatening not only the escape pod behind him but also himself.
The assimilation characteristic of new materials was almost indiscriminate for the entire Morrowind System.
Only the innermost layer of biological material could be spared.
This layer of biological material also had some protective effect but could not be one hundred percent effective.
This quintessential assimilation of materials, originally a fantastic technology capable of infinitely improving equipment performance, exposed its drawbacks at this moment.
Harrison Clark was immersed in a massive amount of intense radiation and particle impact that came through.
He could feel his blood churning, his thoughts becoming blurred and dim, and his consciousness gradually being devoured.
The field of vision in his eyes gradually lost detail, shrouded in white fog, turning into a vast expanse of whiteness.
When his consciousness became utterly chaotic, it would mark his death.
Gradually, he lost the idea of active thinking, and there was only one consciousness left in his mind.
Escape!
Hold on longer!
Keep going until the people in the escape pod achieve results, or hold on until everyone inside dies and loses their last hope.
Or until the invaders finally lose their patience, deploying enough firepower to destroy the entire starry sky, leaving him no escape.
He was humanity’s last warrior, with no grounds for surrender and no qualification to give up.
As a warrior, he should naturally stand to the end.
He didn’t know how much time had passed.
It could be as short as a few seconds.
It could be one or two hours.
In front of him, another eighteen-link explosion erupted fiercely.
Under the control of his subconsciousness, Harrison Clark once again accelerated and rushed to the front of the escape pod, turning into a massive shrnld on one side while extending mechanical arms to hold the head of the capsule and pull it upwards.
The escape pod began to change direction, and Harrison Clark slowly moved to
Its side. As the angle shifted, he gradually expanded the coverage of the enormous shield, completely enveloping the escape pod.
The impact came, hitting him head-on.
The overflowing radiant colors invaded the cabin, engulfing him once more.
Even the built-in Atom Therapy Device within the Morrowind System could not save him.
The dazzling white light in Harrison Clark’s eyes gradually intensified.
The severe pain in his mind turned into a raging tide.
His consciousness and reason gradually sank.
His body had been pierced by this radiation, riddled with holes.
His brain was boiling hot as if it were boiling water.
A human’s carbon-based brain shouldn’t have to bear such a dose of radiation.
At this moment, the pain he felt surpassed every previous death he had experienced.
He should have simply given up struggling and accepted his inevitable death
so he wouldn’t have to suffer such excruciating pain.
More than once, Harrison Clark had used the power of music to manipulate the uman mind across time and control the spiritual power of humanity.
He was crystal clear that he was the root of everything and had witnessed numerous people achieving great things after their mental attributes exploded m historical materials.
But before today, his understanding of spirit was still weak and superficial.
He merely took shortcuts, used Carrie Thomas’s help, and indirectly achieved seemingly great accomplishments.
But that had little direct connection with his efforts.
In the past, he knew but didn’t understand.
Now he understood.
When a person’s will is strong enough, and their spirit actively burns, that invisible Thought Quantum Storm can truly accomplish many things.
Some peculiar changes occurred.
Resurrection Factors that once belonged to Needham Brown and were absorbed by him and dissipated entirely, reemerged in his body’s every inch of capillaries.
It was as if his body had already memorized this unique protein structure, and when needed, it spontaneously appeared.
One by one, the Resurrection Factors stretched out quark-level energy tentacles, tightly gripping every single atom within each of Harrison Clark’s cells, preventing him from disintegrating under the radiation.
Ding!
Harrison Clark opened his eyes again.
The burning pain had disappeared.
The white light in his mind, too, vanished.
The real-time self-check system of the Atom Therapy Device automatically started.?? y
Harrison Clark saw a message.
“Harrison Clark: Major General. Occupation: Morrowind Warrior. Occupation Number: 1. Gene Awakening Degree: 35%.”
During this painful escape, he was repeatedly subjected to radiation impacts from the particle-interference bombs, and she awakened the Resurrection Factors left by Needham Brown in the nick of time, thus mutating.
His gene awakening degree experienced a leapfrog progression, skipping the last 0.19% of the lengthy distance and arriving at the theoretical limit threshold.
35%!
Harrison Clark took a deep breath, feeling an indescribable sense of comfort
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