I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World-Chapter 1186 - 697 No One is Perfect in Life Since

Chapter 1186: Chapter 697: No One is Perfect in Life Since Ancient Times_3

Chapter 1186 -697: No One is Perfect in Life Since Ancient Times_3

As more and more human faces merged, the warriors active outside the battleships were the first to be hit hard.

Their Destiny Covenant Marks quietly shattered.

Top Warriors and Ordinary Soldiers alike clutched their heads in pain and screamed miserably.

The opponent’s combination continued, eventually reuniting into a long, enormous snake that slithered and twisted its body towards the Command Ship

Without actually touching it yet, the sound of metal being twisted and deformed echoed within Simon Camp’s Command Ship.

The indestructible energy shield seemed illusory, and the air began to leak.

People were constantly swept into cosmic space by the leaking air.

Simon had no choice but to activate the emergency escape system under the commander’s seat.

The seat sprang up from the floor and quickly changed shape, turning into a high-performance small Battlesuit.

The Command Ship had no way to escape.

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At that moment, there was a loud noise from the outside.

The Wind-Riding Special Warship Fleet, which had been patrolling not far from the Command Ship, finally took a risk and warped in, blasting open the solidified space constructed by the Glenoid Tribe Evolutionary Form using an ultra-large-yield disintegration bomb from the outside.

At the same time, Roger Baker, who was controlling tens of millions of modified Royal Armor Intelligent War Equipment, led hundreds of thousands of Top Warriors, as well as many more small- and medium-sized highly mobile units in a desperate assault on the human face aggregate encircling the Command Ship without any intelligence support.

…

The war lasted for two days.

Humanity paid a heavy price, with nearly 80% casualties among the Special Warfare Army and over 30% losses for the ordinary troops.

Humans did not succeed in destroying even a single metal face. The reason for the retreat of the enemy was not due to defeat, but rather to silently withdraw, leaving no trace after a certain point. The humans were unable to pursue.

Bernal Connor combined known intelligence and analyzed: “It is very likely that the energy of these Glenoid Tribe Evolutionary Forms is insufficient, and they need to go back to replenish it.”

No one knew when or where the Glenoid Tribe Evolutionary Forms would launch their next attack.

Even though humans could travel across the cosmos and tap into the resources of any star or cosmic space, they have returned to a situation in which they have been unable to do anything for a long time, despite considering themselves as being at the technological peak of a Fourth-class Civilization.

Of course, Nico Ross would not know about these matters that might affect the overall situation and morale.

He only knew one thing: he had become an orphan.

Nico’s heart suddenly felt empty, as if a piece of flesh had been scooped out.

He silently closed the communication.

His Beetle, which he embodied, just stood there, puzzled.

It seemed that tears were surging, but at this moment, he was in a remote neural link state, and the mechanical Beetle had no tear glands.

His hands wanted to tremble involuntarily, but the ultra-micro robots and the Beetle’s structure stopped this meaningless energy-consuming action.

Nico looked around blankly, and his teammates’ Beetles all had their heads aimed at him.

They were confused.

“Captain… what’s wrong with you?” Sophie Lee asked.

Nico shook his head, “I don’t know. I just wonder why, even though I had spent some time with my parents and often chatted with them on the Quantum Network, I still feel a pain of loss as if I never had them in the first place?”

Sophie Lee: “What happened?”

“My parents sacrificed themselves.”

Everyone: “…”

Among the Flying Tiger Team members, including John Rowland, Quentin Wallace, Lev and others, there were many genetically optimized individuals who had never met their parents from a young age.

People’s joys and sorrows are different.

These people understood Nico’s sadness but struggled to empathize.

Looking at his teammates with varying reactions, Nico wanted to find someone to ask, “What did I do wrong? Why must my life be so incomplete?”

He also wanted to ask, “Am I too greedy?”