Chapter 1229: Chapter 710: Return, Endless War, The End of the Universe [Official Grand Finale]_3 Chapter 1229: Chapter 710: Return, Endless War, The End of the Universe [Official Grand Finale]_3 “Marthus, try taking out the guy next to you.”

Needham Brown ordered.

Marthus obediently followed his orders and swung his club at the Glenoid Tribe armor next to him, without receiving any resistance. The opponent didn’t even try to dodge, like a clay statue.

Marthus raised his hand again.

“All right, stop smashing it, it’s already scrap metal. It could be recycled and reused, make me a new body.”

…

Harrison Clark’s shadow slowly flew down, piercing through the shattered metal rocks and splashing molten metal lava, heading straight for the star core.

As he passed over the surface of the star core, he crossed the broken walls and ruins of human architecture from several centuries ago.

This was the site of the long-abandoned Primitive Gene Research Institute.

Harrison’s gaze penetrated through the high-intensity glass and saw the flattened biological laboratory.

The bodies of James Wright and Lila Brown, forever asleep, floated quietly in the air.

James Wright’s hand reached out, crossing the distance between two beds, gently holding Lila Brown’s finger.

There was no pain on his face, just a relieved smile.

Harrison paused for a moment, stared for a second, and then continued on without hesitation, plunging into the star core.

With his arrival, the evolution of the eternal genes within the star core suddenly accelerated again.

DNA strands rapidly recombined, large molecules of amino acids constantly emerged, and strings of protein bodies expanded and accumulated like crystals in a saturated solution.

Harrison’s body was quickly rebuilding.

Meanwhile, Freddy, floating outside, had connected his thoughts to the main production network that had evolved inside the star core over the years.

This network contracted violently, pulling and stretching the semi-liquid materials that had been constantly melted under high temperature and high pressure over the years, now solidifying.

From the once Fish-man Corpse Planet to the now Glenoid Tribe star core, it was evolving into a human combat armor under Freddy’s control.

Five minutes later, the outline began to appear.

If an archaeologist were present, they would immediately recognize the design language and form of this battle armor, strikingly similar to the Folding Shadow Battle Armor in the Void’s historical records of the Ninth Timeline.

But Freddy didn’t continue naming it, because this brand new armor had fully absorbed the characteristics of the new equipment of this era such as the Folco Armor and Royal Armor, and was already vastly different.

He named it “Silver Wing.”

As Harrison Clark continued to rebuild his body and the Silver Wing armor evolved rapidly, Freddy’s voice appeared in Martha Owen’s communication channel.

“Martha Owen, hello.”

Martha Owen was shocked, “Who are you?”

“I’m Freddy.”

Martha Owen, quick-witted as she was, only hesitated for a few seconds before exclaiming: “Nico Ross is truly a sage?”

“Yes.”

“So I really am the Violet Owen from history books?”

“Your real name is Martha Owen. You have been deceived.”

“Damn.”

“Let’s do something else.”

“What?”

“Look in front of you.”

A metal face slowly floated in front of Martha Owen’s mobile factory, which was floating in the air.

Freddy: “This is a perfect Glenoid Tribe Evolutionary Form. I need your help to figure out the scientific principles hidden within it. Unlocking the Galactic Center Dome is at stake, and time is running out, so let’s not waste any more words.”

“All right.”

Martha Owen agreed and opened the mobile factory’s doors. Dozens of long metal arms stretched out from within and pulled in the metal face.

Meanwhile, at the Cloudtop War Zone, more and more Third Front human fighters were gaining control of fleets under Nora Camp’s orders, gathering at a rapid pace.

Nora Camp’s orders were very detailed, even down to the minute modifications of each individual piece of equipment for each soldier.

This was obviously not just due to a commander’s skill but also with the support of a large number of researchers.

At this moment, Nora Camp’s communication device rang with Bernal Connor’s voice.

“General Camp, are we really doing this?”

Without hesitation, Nora Camp replied: “Yes, I believe he must need a powerful weapon.”

Just then, intelligence from the frontlines came in; the intelligence agents had finally re-established contact with the humans on the Glenoid Tribe star.

Nora Camp quickly skimmed through the report and was greatly relieved, the joy on her face vanishing in an instant.

Soon after, she once again became immersed in her work.

…

Harrison Clark slowly opened his eyes, trying to clench his fists and feel the strength in them.

He twisted his body and felt no discomfort.

Behind him, the semi-metallic, semi-organic combat suit was slowly wrapping around him.

“Activate the neural link.”

He commanded in his mind.

The next moment, a large armor head about 1,500 kilometers high suddenly lit up.

In his mind, Harrison Clark recalled his experiences as Nico Ross and became familiar with the operation of the deeply connected neural link for an armor warrior in an instant.

“Star.”

“Yes!”

There was a joyful and excited tone in Star’s voice.

“Connect the synchronized broadcast, I want to tell everyone, I’m back.”

“Yes!”

0.5 seconds later, except for a few soldiers who were fighting the Compound Eye Slaves Tribe Fleet on the frontlines, the ears of three trillion people were filled with Harrison Clark’s voice. His image appeared on their retinas, his eyebrows like swords and radiating an internal glow.

He slowly spoke, “I am Harrison Clark. I have returned. I will lead you to end this war.”