I Really Didn’t Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World

Chapter 1026: Chapter 630: Small Freedom and Great Freedom_1 Chapter 1026: Chapter 630: Small Freedom and Great Freedom_1 “Him? Who is he? Her son? My God! She’s pregnant! The latest chromosome implantation was successful!”

A hoarse voice roared in the working group.

No one knew how Kamilia Camp, with her human body, had been able to determine her pregnancy before the detection instruments.

The Heartless Ones were very mysterious, and Kamilia Camp, a natural Heartless One, was even more so.

People only knew that her emotions were different from ordinary people, her thinking was straightforward, and she only had two simple answers when making decisions: possible and impossible. In the past, people could not read her thoughts, and she never spoke, so scientists didn’t know what she was thinking, whether she understood human language, or whether her thought patterns were the same as humans.

Now they had finally heard her inner voice.

No one knew when she had mastered the human language and complete thinking patterns.

People were just shocked that the first time they heard her thinking, it was so smooth and rigorous.

Her mental activity was calm and very fast.

This was just a fleeting thought that was magnified countless times before being reinterpreted into this passage.

People also knew the reason why Kamilia Camp launched an attack.

She understood the conversation of the Free Will Warriors and knew that they intended to forcefully freeze her.

As a natural Heartless One, her success rate of freezing was 100%.

But after freezing, the embryo that had just formed in her body would inevitably stagnate in development.

No one knew when she would be thawed, under what experimental conditions, and by that time, the most likely fate for the new life inside her that had just sprouted would be to die in the process of revival, becoming a dead sesame cell and then being expelled from the body.

Human body freezing and embryo freezing methods are completely different, requiring intense energy conversion and the recombination of human brain thinking. Ordinary embryos have no chance of surviving this process and will almost certainly die.

Kamilia Camp wasn’t fighting back for her own life, but resisting fate as a mother.

Perhaps she didn’t know why she wanted to have offspring, instinctive to the survival and reproduction of a species.

In any case, Bill Klayston and others had already met her subconscious criteria for an enemy, prompting her to make the decision to attack instantly.

Neither Bill, who was about to face a deadly disaster, nor the researchers onboard the ship responsible for following Kamilia Camp’s condition, knew why Kamilia, who had not received military training for more than thirty years, had never touched a weapon, or had any ancient cold weapon combat training, suddenly demonstrated amazing combat prowess, comparable to those of martial arts masters in ancient novels.

It was undisputed that Kamilia Camp’s physical fitness was far superior to that of ordinary people with a gene awakening degree between 45% and 50%.

But the lethal skills she showed in her sudden outburst were very unreasonable.

She was too proficient in drifting under weightless conditions.

She turned herself into a shark in space, agile and bloodthirsty.

Every collision between her body and the wall enabled her to move quickly to the desired location in the desired posture.

She even mastered the high-level technique of adjusting her balance and body position by swinging her limbs while drifting in space, avoiding the Free Will Warriors’ aim all by herself.

This kind of subtle control combat skill without armor had been eliminated hundreds of years ago.

Under normal circumstances, it was indeed a worthless fighting style, as body-covering lightweight armor could do so much for humans.

However, at such a delicate moment, facing the Free Will Warriors equipped with simple portable armor that had abandoned AI, Kamilia Camp’s space combat technique became divine.

With another swift blade, she ended the life of another Free Will Warrior. Kamilia Camp quickly turned around, her body still twisting strangely during the turning process, making her movements unpredictable.

Just over ten seconds passed, and there were only two people left in Kamilia Camp’s room.

Bill Klayston, who was eight meters away from her in a straight line, was no longer aiming at her.

He had long thrown away the ray gun, his left index finger pressing tightly on the button on the back of his right hand.

The power battery pack behind Bill was shaking violently, the vibration amplitude growing larger and larger, to the point where a buzzing sound like that of an electric fan being turned on filled the air.

Seeing that Bill had thrown the gun, Kamilia Camp was no longer eager to attack.

She seemed to sense the dangerous atmosphere and tried to distance herself, letting her body float backward until her back gently hit the wall, and then slowly stopped.

At this moment, Kamilia Camp was covered in blood, her body was crawling, her arms wide open, her left hand against the wall, her right thumb and index finger holding the Neutron Membrane Tactical Dagger, and the other three fingers stretched straight against the floor.

She looked like a cheetah ready for the kill.

At this moment, the intense firefight had inexplicably stalled, and the two sides’ gaze met, forming a peculiar standoff.

Bill’s gaze was frantic, helpless, angry, and tinged with confusion and anxiety.

He had already activated the self-destruction of his portable armor battery pack, and the situation was now irreversible.

Even if the Guardian of the Apocalypse rushed to the door now and shot him in the head, it would not prevent the explosion.

Kamilia Camp had nowhere to escape and was already as good as dead.

However, Bill Klayston did not feel happy or relieved in his heart.