I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World-Chapter 722 - 442: The Gelasians_1

Chapter 722: Chapter 442: The Gelasians_1

According to the navigation locator, Freddy was currently on the other side of Star 8839.

The modified Galaxy Armor performed exceptionally, and Harrison Clark’s control technique was impeccable.

In one minute and thirty-seven seconds, Harrison Clark completed a semicircular arc movement on the surface of Star 8839, then followed the winding tunnel dug by Freddy and went five kilometers underground.

What appeared before him was an experimental pre-generation Galaxy-class Battleship.

The ship was massive, shaped like a trident with a functional unit of sixty-six kilometers in the central part and two cylindrical structures on either side that were fifty-one kilometers long. Inside were large hyper-curved engines and two cyclone-accelerated high-energy particle impact cannons.

Harrison had seen this model before, but he’d never seen such a complete and abandoned Galaxy-class Battleship.

Signal indicator lights on the surface of the battleship twinkled, showing that the equipment inside was still operational, and the batteries still had energy.

A five-meter diameter hole was cut into the outer shell of the battleship by a high-energy cutter. The edges of the hole were faintly glowing red, and the melted alloy metal cascaded down the hole like stalactites. Judging from the metal cooling effect, it had been less than ten minutes since Freddy had broken into the hole.

Harrison charged in, quickly advancing along the projected model planning route Scarlett had constructed using oscillating scan.

Along the way, he saw a dismantled information terminal with a box-shaped object like a hedgehog hanging on it.

Dozens of semi-transparent quantum signal lines were connected to the box.

This was the wartime single-brain hacking box that Freddy had designed a few days ago. Harrison jokingly called it the Hedgehog Box, but it was very useful.

Scarlett didn’t need to hack the main-brain Star, as she had the top-secret frequency channels.

On the other hand, the independent brains on these discarded old-fashioned ships caused many troubles for Harrison and his scavenging business.

Forcing to break in was not only wasting energy but also might damage the resources. It would be easy to miss good things, and even possibly trigger the battleship’s self-destruct defense measures.

However, ever since Freddy developed the Hedgehog Box, these problems had been solved.

The efficiency of their scavenging had increased by several orders of magnitude.

Purely from an academic standpoint, Freddy, who had a blank language center, had already achieved a great deal in numerous disciplines of this era, such as information science, artificial intelligence, precision engineering, mechanical engineering, etc., just based on his talent.

Harrison felt inferior and regretted that his opponent couldn’t speak. Otherwise, what a great nerd friend he would be!

They could study and make progress together, wouldn’t that be wonderful?

Harrison had not stopped gnawing at the knowledge system of this era for these seven months.

It was literally life-threatening for him.

The misery of being bad at learning never left him, and the shadow of knowledge always haunted him.

In a total of two minutes and thirteen seconds, Harrison arrived at the brain control room of this Galaxy-class Battleship.

The control room was brightly lit at the moment.

Freddy’s Galaxy Armor was standing nearby, with the hatch already open.

Since the ship’s control system had been restored, the air quality monitoring system in the control room resumed functioning, and the air inside was no different from the Earth’s atmosphere, except for slightly higher oxygen content.

In the central part of the control room, there was a waist-high platform, and above it was a floating, rotating rhombus structure.

The rhombus formed a delicate gravitational balance with the pyramid-shaped bracket below, causing the floating object to spin at a speed of one revolution per second.

Underneath the rhombus, numerous hair-thin electrical arcs linked between the two ends, forming a Z-shape.

The rhombus was the small brain core that controlled the battleship’s structure.

Although small in size, its performance was comparable to the entire computing power of Scarlett’s massive core at that time.

Since it had the characteristics of being indivisible and non-reclaimable, humans usually chose to thoroughly destroy the brain core when abandoning ships. However, for some unknown reason, this core had been preserved intact and still functioning.

On the ground below the waist-high platform, a blue jelly-like object was wriggling. Freddy, with both arms wearing operating gloves, lay inside it with his eyes closed.

In front of the jelly, there were also two conical appendages like snail antennae.

At the tips of these cones were two transparent glass bead-like objects the size of fingernails. Electrical arcs were also connected between the two beads, flickering endlessly.

Harrison recognized this “jelly”.

According to the information, this was an intelligent soft-bodied creature from a species established on Gelas Star more than thirty light-years away.

It was a race that humans both loved and hated, and was named the Gelasians Tribe.

Although the Gelasians had only a 0.1-level civilization and hadn’t even entered the industrial age, they were still considered highly dangerous by humans.

By nature, Gelasians had the ability to communicate in quantum networks, and their thoughts could freely soar through the space of quantum networks.

On Gelas Star, there were millions of Gelasians, independent of the human quantum network, who used their innate talents to create a completely closed quantum network of their own, which had been maintained for millions of years.

Moreover, thanks to its direct link communication capability, Gelasians could instantly form a unified consciousness and trigger an information storm.

When human ships first landed on Gelas Star in the 27th century, they were caught off guard by this information storm and almost crashed on the spot.

Then humans began a long process of contact and negotiation with the Gelasians, hoping to incorporate them into the human empire.

If they could get help from the Gelasians and make them network maintainers, the throughput and stability of human network data would be greatly improved.

Unfortunately, the unlucky Gelasians simply didn’t buy into human ways, nor did they see the threat of the Compound Eye Civilization as a big deal. They were highly exclusive and stubborn, completely resistant to any persuasion.

If it weren’t for the great enemy, the Compound-Eyed Observer, and the hope of gaining some inspiration from the Gelasians, humans would have long carried out a cultural extermination of them.Harrison Clark cracked the case.

Unexpectedly, during the past few centuries, the Gelasians Tribe had been saying one thing and doing another. In reality, they had already used their advantage in the quantum network layer to quietly infiltrate and absorb much of human technology, successfully leaping countless technological levels to gain interstellar travel capabilities. They came to the Garbage Disposal Site 001, the closest to the Gelas Star.

Previously, Harrison Clark hadn’t encountered the Gelasians on other planets. It could have been luck, or perhaps the Gelasians were only interested in the largest star, 8839.

Now the thief who broke into the house met the rightful owner.

If Freddy could discover the ship, then the Gelasians, who had been hiding on Star 8839 for countless years, would undoubtedly be able to find it too.

Freddy tried to dismantle the core of the smart brain, in the eyes of the Gelasians, it was like breaking into a homeless person’s home to dismantle their lamp; that’s why he was attacked.

At the time, Freddy had voluntarily stepped out of his battle armor to improve the accuracy of his operation, providing an opportunity for the sneaky creature.

Click, click.

Harrison Clark, piloting the Galaxy Armor, cautiously approached and adjusted the tactical face mask to fully transparent.

Through the blue gel-like body of the Gelasian, he could see Freddy’s blue face inside.

At this time, there was no sign of pain on Freddy’s face; instead, he seemed to be sleeping peacefully.

Scarlett automatically projected a detailed introduction of the Gelasians Tribe from the database onto Harrison Clark’s panel, including a detailed account of the process of humans being devoured by them.

Harrison Clark quickly browsed through it, frowning.

Big trouble.

Freddy had not been deprived of oxygen; his body functions were still maintained. However, his internal circulation of nutrients was replaced by the gel tubes that had penetrated his skin and entered his body through the pores.

His consciousness had not genuinely vanished, but the quantum storm in his mind was overshadowed by another, more stable, and massive quantum storm.

Freddy’s thoughts were being “gobbled up” by the Gelasians, one bite at a time. frёewebnoѵēl.com

The process of the Gelasians devouring organic food was essentially assimilation. They continuously assimilated the thoughts and physical bodies of their prey into their structures while removing the undigested inorganic parts of them.

The victims did not feel a shred of pain, only as if they were in an unawakenable dream.

At this point, Freddy still appeared to be Freddy, and the Gelasian still looked like a Gelasian. It seemed as if Harrison Clark could save Freddy just by cutting the creature open.

But in reality, it was impossible.

Countless gel tubes had already penetrated at least two centimeters deep into Freddy’s skin and continued to wrap themselves around his blood vessels and lymphatic vessels, pushing further inward.

The visual boundaries had long vanished.

In a way, the two had already fused together, becoming indistinguishable and sharing the same existence.

Even if Harrison Clark killed the enemy on the spot, it would do no good.

According to previous experience, if a human could not be rescued within five seconds after being swallowed by a Gelasian, there would be no saving them anymore.

The only option left was to shoot the human and the Gelasian dead together.

From the time Harrison Clark received the message to the moment he arrived here, he had been quick, but it was still too late.

Harrison Clark first switched the Galaxy Armor to manual mode to prevent the Gelasian in front of him from taking control over the equipment. Then, he slowly raised the energy gun, aiming the dark muzzle at the Gelasian’s head and Freddy’s head inside.

At this moment, he couldn’t say he was particularly heartbroken.

Just a few hours ago, Freddy had only two days left to live.

Even without this incident, he could only survive for about forty hours more.

Sooner or later, everyone would die.

No matter how many regrets and reluctance there were, separation was inevitable in the end.

Harrison Clark had already built up an iron-willed heart and would not be easily saddened.

Before pulling the trigger, he glanced at the health data transmitted back by the smart wristwatch on Freddy’s wrist.

Whether it was a coincidence or sudden damage had caused the deterioration of his life force, Freddy’s gene collapse rate suddenly accelerated.

The previous collapse rate at the time of departure was 99.99%; now, it had become 99.999…%, infinitely close to 100%.

The moment the collapse rate reached 100%, the quantum storm in his brain would explode wildly with a strength exceeding the human brain’s tolerance, quickly draining every last drop of life from his neuron cells.

Only at this point did Harrison Clark notice that Freddy’s hands, lying flat on the ground, were still raised, his forearms standing at a right angle to his body, the tips of his slightly curved index fingers pointing to the sky.

Harrison Clark, of course, recognized this posture.

After the sudden attack and falling, Freddy might have tried to get up again but failed.

Then, he just lay like that, trying to continue designing the battleship by shaking his fingers.

He knew his smart wristwatch would capture his fingertip traces, and the data would still be transmitted out.

Harrison Clark’s fingers gradually applied pressure.

Just then, Scarlett gave him a new feedback data.

Freddy’s gene collapse rate had officially reached 100%!

But the pointer finger inside the Gelasian’s translucent body had moved from right to left by 0.001 millimeters!

He was still drawing the design!