I Really Didn t Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World

Chapter 797: Chapter 476: Moth to the Flame【4000 Words, Thanks to CLV Orangeship’s Silver Alliance!】_1

Even the empire’s top brass never imagined that as the final battle had just passed its probing stage and the Compound-Eyed Observer revealed its new hand, with the extremely hard-fought period about to come, the Carriers that were supposed to scatter across the sky according to the original plan would actually swim against the tide.

If they fled, they could probably live at least a few more years, or even live to their natural end.

Most of the Carriers had not received professional military training, and even the veterans among them were old and incapable of operating the highly-intensive war weapons.

Moreover, the Carriers’ ships, as civilian and industrial types, were equipped with outdated weapon systems and had very poor acceleration performance.

Despite the large scale of the Carrier fleet, its combat power was not very strong, and coming here wouldn’t be of much help.

The empire’s top brass would rather have these people become the last utopia of human civilization, living for one more day as a space-faring race in the Milky Way Galaxy.

As long as one person is alive, humanity is not completely extinct.

But they disobeyed orders and returned.

With no turning back.

Soon, the top brass of humanity learned the reason for the Carriers’ return from the furious roar of the captain of Carrier Ship 37415.

Before his ship was torn apart by Eight-legged Beetles, he calmly stated, “Rather than being a life-stealing survivor, dying alone in the vast cosmos like a dog who has lost its family, I would rather die on the battlefield. At least I would fall on the path where my ancestors strode towards the same goal, and it would be like fighting side by side with them.”

This simple phrase represented the ultimate ideal of the overwhelming majority of Carrier soldiers who were returning from distant galaxies to the Shadow Galaxy.

Everyone dies eventually.

Either as light as a feather.

Or as heavy as Mount Tai.

But regardless of feather or mountain, both are left behind, not hearing or seeing what others say about them in death.

The highest glory for a living person is nothing compared to the moment of inner peace at the end of life.

It is this momentary tranquility that the returning Carriers seek.

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The appearance of Star-shattering Cannons capable of destroying a Fortress Ship in one shot heavily damaged the first defensive line of humanity and posed a huge threat.

Luckily, not every Prism Ship had Star-shattering Cannons.

There were only about three hundred sharp cones among the more than thirty thousand Prism Ships.

In addition to the suppression of conventional military forces, these three hundred-plus Star-shattering Cannons were continuously shooting down humanity’s fortresses with seemingly small and delicate light beams.

The human fleet was still trying its best to get close to the Prism Ships, even if it meant using their own ships to block a shot for the Fortress Ships.

Humans needed to gather more information.

But the Prism Ships had gradually exhausted all of their Trickster Mines and laid numerous treacherous and sinister Dark Energy Mists along the way, as well as countless small Self-Destruction Flies lurking in the gaps of the mists.

Self-Destruction Flies did not help much in an offensive, but they were quite effective in forming a defensive line.

It was difficult for humans to get close to enemy ships using conventional maneuvers.

The strategy of curving acceleration and then deploying directly through Supercurved Motion was also gradually becoming ineffective.

The invisible threads deployed by Prism Ships in the cosmos were increasing.

Although the human fleet could tear through the unified freezing force in the frozen threads with powerful Warp Engines and barely move, it was as if they were trapped in a quagmire and could not escape the siege of the antimatter interference bubbles, white light beams, and swarming small combat units.

If it were not for the massive self-sacrificing reinforcements of the Carrier fleet, the first layer of the Shadow Galaxy’s defense system would have been breached within three hours.

However, since the arrival of the first Carrier fleet, these civilian, commercial, and industrial ships began to appear at an average rate of thousands per hour and directly reached the core points through supercurved motion, launching moth-to-flame-like desperate attacks on the main Prism Ships equipped with Star-shattering Cannons.

Perhaps the weapon capabilities of these ships were not up to par, and they couldn’t even break the enemy’s shields, but during the short time when the ships exited the supercurved motion, they had a brief process of moving forward at a speed infinitely close to the speed of light, before gradually slowing down due to the suppression of cosmic space.

These Carrier ships’ plan was to swing their own weight at a speed close to the speed of light.

Even a mere piece of mud flying at the speed of light would have an impact infinitely close to that of a heavy artillery bombardment when it hit something, let alone these large or small metal objects weighing hundreds or even tens of thousands of tons.

Some of the more advanced and heavier Carrier ships could even break through the enemy’s protective layer and hit their main body hard.

The life-or-death rush of the Carrier fleet indeed caused considerable trouble for the Compound-Eyed Observer, significantly reducing the firing rate of the Star-shattering Cannons.

Harrison Clark had seen countless battles in the past hundred years.

He had also prided himself on having witnessed too many casualties.

But the impact he felt at this moment once again overturned his perception.

Harrison Clark was used to the leaders’ struggles and the soldiers’ sacrificial spirit in the past, and he had seen many times the resolute sacrifices of civilians.

But the incessant moth-to-flame charge from all directions still deeply shocked his soul.

Humanity was using a spirit that Harrison Clark, as a young man born in the peaceful 21st century, could not comprehend to build a stairway to victory with their blood, bones, and lives.

No one is inherently despicable, nor is anyone inherently noble.

Everyone starts with a clean slate.

Some of a person’s character is determined by birth, but the other part changes with the influence of the external environment.