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In the past hundred years, during the wars instigated by the stars, the population has been drastically reduced from 20 billion to 7 billion, down by 13 billion, meaning that the number of deaths due to the wars must be at least double or triple this figure.

However, the people who perished before were strangers to Harrison Clark, although it pained him; their deaths were still just cold, distant numbers to him.

But this time…

Daniel Thompson, Marthus, Oliver Yeoman, other comrades from the Special Action Squadron, Felix Yeoman, squadron leader of the Gale Vertical Team, Captain Gaius of the Caesar Squadron…

Now, he might have to add Needham Brown and Mitchell to the list.

When the fallen are no longer just numbers, but familiar names, Harrison Clark can no longer remain detached.

Yet, he has to hide the culprits he created for his next goal.

Good and evil are no longer distinguishable.

He is not even daring to delve deeper into this issue, afraid that he could not bear the weight.

Harrison Clark takes a deep breath, “Yeah, their sacrifices were not in vain. I’m sorry.”

Bernal Connor is taken aback, “Why are you apologizing?”

“It’s nothing. By the way, is Captain Camp alright?”

“He’s fine, just passed out.”

“That’s good. Clean up the battlefield, treat the wounded, rescue the 4 billion people controlled by radium, integrate radium’s military strength, and quickly rebuild our battle strength. The faster, the better. We don’t have much time to catch our breaths; we still only have eight months.”

While arranging this new command, Harrison Clark is reminded of what Mr. Connor just said.

Will his name resonate throughout the Milky Way galaxy?

What a beautiful and absurd vision.

But he’ll let it go this time.

Human technological advancements had made significant progress this time, but Harrison Clark has not developed any unrealistic fantasies.

Having failed repeatedly, he has already learned the perfect self-comfort technique.

Never hold out hope, so you’ll never be disappointed.

Twenty-five minutes later, Harrison Clark arrives at the bottom of the Earth’s surface, but his path forward is blocked due to a collapse.

The deep hole created by the K5 Ray Main Gun near the Earth’s surface had completely collapsed during the fierce battle.

Harrison Clark can only continuously break through the rocks to reach the surface.

While breaking the rocks, he often comes across the remains of his comrades and destroyed intelligent war machines.

He has no choice but to switch to the larger assault form, collecting the bodies of his comrades one by one.

Half an hour later, as the energy of the Ultimate Eagle Strike Armor reaches zero, he finally breaks through the surface of the rock and soil.

The Hawk Armor quickly retracts, returning to its slim and lightweight mode.

The bodies of his comrades, originally stored in the chest compartment, fall directly to the ground from a height of several meters; Harrison Clark hurriedly bounces like a flea, catching them one by one with great care.

The last body he catches is a Hawk Armor, with an empty inside – the soldier inside has fought until they were shattered.

“Be gentle, you bastard!”

An angry complaint suddenly rings through his brainwave communication.

Harrison Clark looks down.

Under the cracked tactical helmet visor of the Hawk Armor lies the face of Needham Brown with his eyes tightly closed.

The Quark Treatment Life Support System on Needham Brown’s personalized, upgraded Super Hawk Armor is flickering with uncertain lights.

Harrison Clark smiles with joy.

I had already given up on you, but you’re still alive.

See, this is the joy of rediscovery.

However, Needham Brown has really suffered this time – having to be reassembled twice in just four months!

He wonders whether the more effective medical treatment that can rebuild his whole body is a blessing or a curse.

He’s too unfortunate!