Chapter 589: Chapter 383: Ant Nest, The Prodigal Returns Home [7300 words]_3

Utterly despicable!

From your standpoint, you may think it’s justifiable, but that doesn’t ease my resentment.

The Angular Warships fleet finally gets closer, stopping abruptly ahead.

The tip of the enemy ship faces directly into the Solar Dome.

Then, like an orange being split open, a million Angular Warships slightly part in the middle, releasing one Blade Mantis after another.

At the same time, a dazzling white light suddenly appears at the top of the Angular Warships.

Monitoring equipment indicates a high energy reaction occurring there.

The high-powered Song of the Wilderness suddenly resonates within the Solar System.

One particle-interference bomb after another is quickly being prepared.

The space within the Solar System suddenly becomes viscous, turning into vast areas of dark energy.

An alarm sounds in the quantum communication device, showing that the nuclear reactions inside the sun at the center of the Solar System have suddenly increased by a million times.

Sunspots, usually seen every few decades, explode at an ultra-high frequency of hundreds of millions of times per second.

Still, with the familiar taste, the Compound-Eyed Observer employs a terrifying means capable of crushing humanity at the first try.

The dispute in the Spherical Battleship earlier might be related to this.

If the Spherical Battleship had waited for this batch of real Angular Warships, then humanity would naturally have no resistance.

Perhaps it was because the real controller of the Spherical Battleship, the fifty-five Compound Eye beings’ main body, craved merit and was confident that they could annihilate humanity with just forty Blade Mantises. That’s why they acted recklessly and ultimately perished.

Of course, the Compound Eye being making the decision knew full well that even if it died, it wouldn’t affect the bigger picture since there were others behind it.

At this moment, Harrison Clark piloted the Summit Colossus, slowly drifting forward.

His teeth clenched, his pupils filled with fire.

Forget it.

This time, I accept the fate of annihilation.

But as the ancients say, even ants struggle to survive.

I know I’m an ant, but I don’t accept a fate of accepting death with my eyes closed!

I’ll let you taste the pain of a finger bitten and burning with my poisonous venom!

Harrison Clark began to concentrate, connecting his brain to the Summit Colossus perfectly.

He tried moving his fingers.

The nearly one-kilometer-long fingertips of the Summit Colossus slightly bent, grasping the two Unified Force Cutting Warblades in its hand.

The chest of the Colossus began to heave slightly, like taking a deep breath.

A large number of positron conversion substances were injected into the Tumor Ball Engine.

Due to the radiation, the nearby warships and fighter plane sirens suddenly emitted piercing noise.

For the first time, Harrison Clark activated the humans’ curvature-flight state, as a layer of faint curvature bubble wrapped him firmly.

At this moment, behind him, the Scientific Research Space Station, engineering ships, medical ships, and other functional units were quickly retreating, and warships and combat armors were still fast at forming their battle formations.

Since they could no longer suppress the power of the Song of the Wilderness, the human fleet would inevitably face the onslaught of the particle-interference bombs.

Nowadays, humans have ample experience in countering particle-interference bombs.

When forming their battle formations, the warships no longer remain stationary, but spread out. Large warships maintain distances of over three hundred kilometers from each other, moving randomly to prevent particle-interference bombs from being directly dropped into the cabins.

Moreover, the new multifunctional battlefield scanners can quickly detect abnormal fluctuations during the preparation of particle-interference bombs, helping the warships and small combat units to quickly change positions.

Outside, after millions of Blade Mantises were released, the Angular Warships’ formation outside the Solar Dome changed again.

Angular Warships no longer cluster together, but begin to disperse in all directions through mid-range folding jumps.

At the same time, countless violent chain explosions began as a result of the large number of particle-interference bombs released through the air.

The space where the human fleet is concentrated is shrouded by innumerable drifting “ghost fire” bombs.

The situation is almost the same for the escape fleet.

Fortunately, the Fire Dragon Giants and Sprout Ships have been heavily enhanced in terms of power and shields.

Past experiences have also played a significant role, and human casualties were not overwhelming in general.

What really causes human casualties is the combat units being mysteriously “eaten” by unnoticeable dark black groups during their position-changing process.

At the same time, except for galactic humans who have elevated their awakening levels over 35%, the majority of people’s thinking patterns are changing imperceptibly.

The infiltration and influence of the high-powered Song of the Wilderness are too strong, akin to putting everyone in a logic-based thinking incubation chamber specifically designed for the production of particle-interference bombs.

Although the Song of the Wilderness can only change thought patterns and will not fundamentally distort one’s beliefs, once pilots become rigid and inflexible in their thinking, their evasion capabilities lose randomness and are more prone to being predicted by particle-interference bombs, increasing the rate of casualties.

There’s nothing Harrison Clark can do about this.

He was somewhat busy with his own problems.

The Summit Colossus possessed considerable resistance to the particle-interference bombs, but if they were detonated inside, the consequences would be unpredictable. So, he still had to perform wide-ranging circling maneuvers while in curvature motion.

Several more seconds passed, and the Angular Warships outside completely finished their transformation.

This formation left Harrison Clark somewhat puzzled.

Millions of Angular Warships were evenly distributed outside the Solar Dome, maintaining a consistent height between them.

The intense white light at the top of the Angular Warships was not heavy artillery, but like tree roots, they branched out horizontally and spread out to form thick electric arcs that charged forward before connecting to another white lightning from another warship.