LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 810 - 482: Top Position Status_2
Chapter 810: Chapter 482: Top Position Status_2
So Needham Brown decided to walk a completely different path from Harrison Clark, attempting to “negotiate” with the Compound-Eyed Observers.
“As long as humanity demonstrates enough loyalty and value in being exploited, we have the potential to survive as a vassal civilization. I do not agree with the all-or-nothing approach of Harrison Clark. The reason he is so calm is that he always has another chance to live again. But we do not, and you have been deceived by his pretense of righteousness. He is just an ignorant commoner, using an outdated 21st-century worldview to lead Orion Arm humans in the 31st century, which is very improper.”
The idea of surrendering had only briefly flashed through Harrison Clark’s mind before he decisively dismissed it.
He never expected that Needham Brown had not only considered it, but was determined to act on it.
He never imagined that the Shadow Forces, which he had devoted so much effort to training, would be Needham Brown’s direct subordinates.
The full incident report appeared in front of Harrison Clark only ten seconds late.
Needham Brown’s “pairing request” did not appear in Nora Camp’s personal account, but in front of his confidant, providing his exact coordinates – the dark prison hidden within the Shadow of Pluto.
Needham Brown’s deception of Channing Edwards was not particularly sophisticated, and was, in fact, extremely crude.
In his personal account, there were originally two “Nora Camps”: one was the real Nora Camp, and the other was the “sock puppet” of his confidant.
In his own client, he changed the avatar and information of his confidant’s sock puppet to resemble Nora Camp perfectly.
In fact, after Needham Brown sent out the message, Star, the intelligent network, had a chance to intercept it.
But perhaps due to humanity’s strong unity in the past century, there have been very few traitors, so few that they could almost be ignored.
Those who had tried to fake or actually surrender in the past had all been blasted into dust without exception.
Nobody had foolishly courted death in decades.
Although Needham Brown had some blemishes, his performance over many years of battle had been courageous enough, and it was possible that others thought Needham Brown was already locked up in the dark prison, without access to the general network and not worthy of surveillance.
Star, the Command Center, and the Administrative Committee neglected to monitor Needham Brown’s personal account thoroughly; it was already too late once the information had been sent out.
After reading the intelligence, Harrison Clark was baffled.
He had several points of doubt in his heart.
First, since the Shadow Forces were Needham Brown’s direct subordinates, whom he had personally trained during the 100-year extramural war, why wasn’t the Shadow Forces disbanded and reorganized after imprisoning Needham Brown, and instead continued to patrol near Pluto as an intact unit?
Second, why were the defenses of the highest-security dark prison so weak? Channing Edwards, the colonel in charge of guarding Needham Brown, was simply not qualified for the task.
Third, what kind of education did the people in the Shadow Forces receive to be so blindly loyal to Needham Brown? In this timeline, the Salvation Association has created an even more powerful thought chamber, and Harrison Clark firmly believes that so many elite troops cannot easily jump out of their admiration for him and become mindlessly devoted followers of Needham Brown. Brainwashing? Could it be more effective than the Salvation Association? Drug control? How stupid must the Military Commission be to allow someone to execute drug control so quietly for so long? Physical control similar to the Song of the Wilderness? ZS Bacteria? What exactly is it? No matter how Harrison Clark tried to calculate, he felt these methods were unrealistic.
Fourth, since Needham Brown had capsized, why did the Sage Institute still allow the Shadow Forces to participate in their training courses, even keeping Harrison Clark himself in the dark? What kind of shit did these people have in their brains? Was that even possible?
Moreover, Harrison Clark prided himself on understanding Needham Brown’s true nature better than anyone else; he was more certain than anyone that Needham Brown could never be that kind of person.
His intuition told him that none of this was realistic.
It was too fake.
There were too many doubts.
However, in actuality, the special fleet of the Shadow Forces had already engaged in battle with the forces assigned to suppress them.
Without reservation, they had drawn blood.
As he watched the students who he had painstakingly trained continue to inflict heavy losses upon their own kind, Harrison Clark felt like grinding his teeth.
He wanted to be angry.
But the strange and contradictory feeling in his logical judgment made it hard for him to get angry.
He still felt something was off.
There were too many irrational aspects.
Harrison Clark did not actively ask questions.
He believed that if the Sage Institute had intended to explain, they would have spoken up.
If they didn’t mention it, then there must have been other arrangements.
Fortunately, although the Shadow Forces were powerful, the interception forces were no pushovers either.
Nearly half of the Torrent Assault Team made sure not to let these traitors condemn humanity in this timeline on the pillar of shame.
The Shadow Forces failed to break through the blockade within the Asteroid Belt just like that, they were suppressed by the fierce firepower, and started retreating in a roundabout manner.
Time passed quickly and slowly; unknowingly, more than ten hours had passed. The overall number of the Shadow Forces, which was close to six thousand people, gradually suffered casualties in the attrition, leaving less than four thousand people.
The Torrent Assault Team also lost over three thousand people, and the number of casualties for ordinary soldiers was even higher, reaching hundreds of thousands.
The Compound Eye Prism Ships outside ignored the turmoil within the Shadow Galaxy, seemingly watching a joke.
In the middle of it, Harrison Clark took a short nap, and was then awakened by his alarm clock.
He had set his alarm clock to go off ten minutes before Freddy’s final warp.
Just as Harrison Clark woke up, he received new intelligence.
The damn Needham Brown had announced two things on the public network.
His frighteningly high Terrifying Gene Awakening Ratio of 47.12%.
And the presence of the Resurrection Factor in his body.
As everyone knew, the human public network had long been penetrated by the Compound-Eyed Observers.
Clearly, the information was not for humans to see, but Needham Brown’s credentials for the Fly Eyes.
As expected, the situation changed, and the Compound-Eyed Observers were moved.
Urgent frontline battle reports flooded in like snowflakes.
“The formation of Compound Eye Prism Ships has begun to change! They are converging toward Zone One!”
“Some Star-shattering Cannons ammunition ships are also being rapidly mobilized! The Compound-Eyed Observers are preparing to support Needham Brown!”
“Large numbers of Blade Mantises have appeared in the Asteroid Belt in zones 172, 175, 181… Some ground cannons have been destroyed! Requesting reinforcements! Requesting reinforcements!”
Suddenly, the battle report updates stopped.
Harrison Clark turned to look at Freddy, seated at the navigation control chair.
Freddy had withdrawn the area he used in his brain for substrate layer communication and was fully engaged in performing calculations, preparing for the final warp.
Freddy did not care about the turmoil outside, he only wanted to send Harrison Clark safely to their destination.
Harrison Clark looked ahead again.
Yes, the Prism Ship in the second layer of Curvature Space just below the Morrowind No.2 had been there all along.
Harrison Clark slowly clenched his fists, turned around, walked back, and put on his Warp Battle Armor.
Damn!