Chapter 825: Chapter 490: The Dome Reappears_1

Unlike human ships, which require a long acceleration period to enter Curvature Motion, Prism Ships have a completely different acceleration mode.

During acceleration, the absolute speed of the Prism Ship in the universe doesn’t change much; what changes rapidly is the space bubble layer on its surface.

As the uncontrollable black space bubble fog on the surface of DX1819 becomes denser, the Prism Ship is about to irreversibly enter Supercurved Motion.

Harrison Clark asked nervously, “Star, we’re not going to crash into the sun, are we?”

Star: “Rest assured, this is someone else’s Ferrari, not our broken Alto.”

Star’s metaphor was quite vivid.

It sounded quite humiliating, but Harrison Clark was quite happy, at least they were all four-wheeled vehicles.

In the past, it would be a disaster if others had fifth-generation fighter jets while humans had donkey carts.

“Don’t get too excited, we can’t enter Curvature Motion.”

Star’s blow came quickly.

“Hmm? Why?”

“The Blade Mantises outside are going crazy and are warping onto the Prism Ship one after another, trying to destroy our space bubbles.”

“But I didn’t feel any vibrations.”

“That’s because the ship is three hundred kilometers long, and its weight is beyond your imagination, thank you.”

“Alright.”

Since they couldn’t enter Supercurved Motion, and the outer space had been torn apart by the human-made magnetic plasma bombs and crossfire between both sides, making warp impossible, Star decided to simply charge back and try to kill more Blade Mantises.

In a very short time, more than 300,000 Blade Mantises were successively “crashed” to death on DX1819.

At first, Harrison Clark didn’t know, but as Star penetrated deeper into the simulated human brain’s core and gained more control, he started to reverse-translate intelligence information according to human habits and input it into the Folding Shadow Battle Armor. Then he began to see the projection of the battleship.

In the picture, the Prism Ship had become a huge high-pressure fly swatter, and the Blade Mantises were flies being swatted one after another.

On the other side, the bloodstained and wounded Leviel led the remaining 800 Star Shadow Warriors back into the battlefield.

During the refraction energy cannon process, the Star Shadow Warriors led by Leviel suffered minimal casualties. The main casualties were his 300 Iron Guards, now reduced to just over a hundred.

Leviel could have begun to retreat, but he chose to return to the battlefield where the First Area Army Corps was fighting against the 7,000 Prism Ships.

First, he wanted to block any small combat units trying to intercept DX1819 as much as possible.

Second, the offensive First Area Army Corps hadn’t reached the time for retreat. As a commander, Leviel chose to share life and death with his subordinates.

He changed his command style, no longer focusing on fierce assaults, but rather dividing the battlefield into hundreds of small-range areas and conducting precise commands within these small-range areas to find a perfect balance between casualties and strategic objectives.

Strategically, Nora Camp was known for her bold moves, such as this risky move of ordering the First Area Army Corps to attack proactively.

Leviel was known for his steadiness and strong execution.

In small-scale tactics, Leviel’s delicate handling was not unlike that of Nora Camp’s style.

It was clear to anyone with a discerning eye that the young commander had learned a lot from Nora Camp’s operations.

In order to intercept DX1819, the Compound-Eyed Observer initiated a large-scale troop deployment, but it was ultimately a step too late.

Another few minutes passed, and DX1819 bypassed the battlefield from the lower side of District 5 and successfully returned to the inner part of the Asteroid Belt.

The Compound-Eyed Observer even risked sending two Prism Ships to forcefully perform warp, attempting to intercept.

The cost was enormous. One of the Prism Ships vanished after performing the warp, and it was unknown where the chaotic and violent Warp Space had thrown it or torn it into pieces.

In chaotic space, the larger the object, the greater the impact it suffers.

Even small-sized units like Blade Mantises run the risk of overturning, let alone a three-hundred-kilometer Prism Ship.

The other Prism Ship did successfully attach itself to DX1819, but not in a good way.

This Prism Ship was subjected to a barrage of concentrated fire from the backup fleet coming to the rescue, with its main combat unit, the Blade Mantises, almost wiped out. It was like a tank without infantry support and logistics, deep in an anti-tank minefield, facing a massive number of human combat units and virtually unable to resist.

Even more fascinating was that the backup fleet’s gunfire parameters had been readjusted based on the new information collected by Harrison Clark, and Stars constantly provided analysis reports. Different energy cannons and kinetic missile powers were intertwined at a single point, aggregating to about 30% of the Energy Beam Bomb’s power. They continued bombarding it without considering the energy consumption, pushing the Prism Ship’s shell to its melting point.

If it hadn’t escaped in time, the Fly Eye would have lost another one.

As DX1819 entered the Asteroid Belt at a depth of 10 million kilometers, officially entering the coverage area of the most powerful human missile base, “Armageddon Type-9”, commanders, soldiers, administrative personnel, researchers, and more ordinary people breathed a sigh of relief.

Now they truly felt safe.

Nora Camp issued a new command to Leviel, “Leviel, lead the First Area Fleet to retreat and return to the Asteroid Belt Defense Line. In half an hour, you will attend a high-level meeting where we will discuss our next move under the guidance of our forebears.”

Leviel nodded calmly, “Yes, sir.”

“First Area Fleet! Retreat…”

He quickly completed large-scale scheduling planning again, and the battleships, fighters, and Torrent Assault Team that were engaging and fighting with Prism Ships began to retreat to the Asteroid Belt billions of kilometers away.In DX1819, after a brief rest, Harrison Clark first took out the box containing Needham Brown’s head from his chest armor to take a look.

It was intact.

Quite great.

He didn’t know what was going on in the recent few timelines, the usual big-headed Needham Brown was annoying, but every time he was left with just a head, he looked kind of cute.

Harrison Clark then checked the situation inside the ship.

It was nice. The thousands of Blade Mantises had been forcibly and quickly repaired by Star, using their control over the Prism Ship to seal off the partition doors, trapping them in narrow passageways that had been cut into dozens of segments where they couldn’t move.

Even more amazing was that these Blade Mantises no longer moved, showing no reaction at all.

Star used the Prism Ship to close off and cut off the incoming Quantum Network signal, rendering these Blade Mantises unable to receive instructions, turning them all into dumb geese.

Everything seemed wonderful.

Until… the first Star Shadow Warriors to return to the edge of the Asteroid Belt abruptly “disappeared into thin air.”

Yes, they vanished completely, like stones sinking into a marsh, without creating even a ripple.

Almost simultaneously, the command center lost contact with all combat units that had not yet returned to the Asteroid Belt, including Leviel Krinsman.

A fighter pilot, who was patrolling and preparing to support his comrades in Area 1 of the Asteroid Belt, looked ahead blankly.

He looked up first and then, with a bewildered expression, looked down at the simulated projection in front of him.

He could apparently still see the battlefield shrouded in gunfire, but there was nothing ahead in the multifunctional compound scanner.

This strong disparity between seeing different conclusions with his own eyes and through the scanner made this warrior feel like he was about to vomit from the unbearable discomfort.

After waiting for a while, the simulated data finally reappeared on the compound scanner.

This warrior tried again to contact his comrades who were still out there, and he sent multiple calling signals to several brothers and sisters.

The intelligence system showed that the battleships where his comrades were located were all intact.

But all his signals sank like stones in water, and no one responded.

He didn’t know whether his signals didn’t get out, or if outside signals couldn’t come in.

The entire galaxy was plunged into chaos.

Harrison Clark, who was about to interrogate the Compound-Eyed Observer, shuddered as he silently watched the basic energy fog dissipate in the intelligence system.

Of course, he recognized this phenomenon.

It was his former nightmare.

More importantly, it was the nightmare of all Solar System humans in the past eight timelines.

Solar Dome.

It would inevitably come sooner or later, not to be diverted by personal will.

It just arrived when Harrison Clark was most complacent and caught off guard.

After enjoying freedom for 101 years, Harrison Clark was once again trapped in a well, looking up at the stars in solitude.

For a brief moment, he regretted a little whether he should have brought the Prism Ship back, or whether he should have let Star take control of the Prism Ship and fly away immediately.

But right after that, he felt grateful that he had rushed back so quickly, or else he might have also been locked out.

If he were to embark on a lonely voyage alone, what could he possibly do?

Without Freddy, without Martha Owen, without more researchers and large-scale experimental bases, who would analyze and digest the gains from the Prism Ship?

Without the quantum environment in the Shadow Galaxy’s Solar System, even if he received more researchers outside, it would take hundreds of years to match the brief burst of inspiration that happened in the Shadow Galaxy.

Fly back to the Solar System?

It’s 2,500 light-years away; it would take 50 years to get there with the Prism Ship’s speed, and who knows what would happen by then?

Could he establish a civilization base from scratch?

Would the Compound-Eyed Observer ignore him and let him pick up people everywhere?

The most important thing was that doing so would surely mean bidding a final farewell to everyone he cared about.

So his gratitude wasn’t without reason.

As for controlling the Prism Ship to crash into the Dome?

Harrison Clark hadn’t thought about that.

The Compound-Eyed Observers wouldn’t dare to do it.

The answer was clear; it would be a reckless move.