The time-based admiral of KanColle

After watching Shimanto run with Longxiong in surprise to have a private chat, Yaxu turned to look at Flanders, who seemed to be living a peaceful life and didn't seem to want to speak.

As for the gaze from Yaxu, Flandre blinked her purple eyes very calmly, as if she was not worried at all that a commander would suddenly pick her up and put her into a sack and take her away.

Faced with this clear gaze without any prejudice, Yaxu, who felt his heart was purified, couldn't help but pat Flanders little head from the bottom of his heart, and then prepared to let Xiafei and others to receive Flanders.

No, Xiafei and the others might not be able to establish a clear friendship with the small ship girls. In that case, let Buqu and the others come over.

Just as Yaxu was about to ask Walkerlan and the others to come over to accompany Flandre to establish a pure friendship with the ship girls, the straightforward and heroic Binjiang couldn't help but suddenly come over, hooked his hands around Yaxu's shoulders and neck, and asked with a wine gourd in hand: "How is it, Commander."

"Since the commander is not here, let's kill the new generals first! Do you think these two guys who came here first are easy to deal with?"

"Indeed, they are all very simple-minded... Oh no, what nonsense are you talking about, Binjiang."

Looking at Binjiang who wanted to kill the envoy first during the battle between the two armies, Yaxu with a subtle expression could only pat Binjiang helplessly, and then asked Flandre with concern: "Miss Flandre, is there anything you want to do?"

"What do you want to do? Obey orders and complete the goal. This is what Flandre wants to do, and it is also the duty of the ship. There is nothing else."

Flandre, speaking calmly from the perspective of a servant of the Holy See and full of the consciousness of a tool ship, was completely incapable of sensing the likes and dislikes of the small ship girls at this moment, and instead waited quietly and obediently in place.

That's right, a devout Vichy Servant would devote everything to his priesthood and would not even have the concept of playing.

"Wow~ Really, how can Black York City and the others bring small ship girls with them?"

Facing Binjiang's complaints, Yaxu walked away thoughtfully. Then, facing the innocent and resentful gaze of Evil, he directly picked up Buqu, who was busy setting the table for Evil, and planned to drag him over to accompany Flandre.

Unfortunately, for the commander's arrangement of making friends, the handsome and cute Vichy Black Knight, Indomitable, who put on a serious attitude, was completely unable to liven up the atmosphere except to show off to Flandre how great his vicious sister was.

"Haha, I feel like she and Gascoigne are very similar."

Facing this rare Vichy Church project ship, Algeria came over with a smile, and then replaced Buqu and took the initiative to smile at Yaxu and said, "In this case, how about letting me receive her, Commander, I have a good idea."

“Algeria, are you coming?”

Hearing Algeria's initiative to ask for credit, Yaxu was surprised and naturally had no intention of refusing. Instead, he nodded immediately.

Chapter 1715 From now on, Miss Black Mist will transform into TB sauce!

Under the blue water curtain that covers the sky, the grand and cool diplomatic banquet is now filled with the sounds of laughter and chattering among young ladies.

Even though two new ship girls, Shimanju and Flandre, suddenly jumped out, it did not affect the girls from sitting around the lively banquet table with Donghuang style, chatting and laughing elegantly with each other.

After all, the ship girls in their port area have long been accustomed to the sudden appearance of wild ship women growing out of the ground. Many times, after just one night's sleep, new colleagues they don't know start to hang around in front of them the next day.

Therefore, unless they are new colleagues in their own camp, they will not take it too seriously, after all, these are the commander's jobs.

At this moment, because all the ships were required to wait quietly for the diplomatic banquet to begin, Richelieu, who seemed to have nothing to do, was quietly rubbing a chubby command cat under the table.

At this moment, the mature and quiet Algeria suddenly came over with a smile and patted Richelieu gently.

"Well, Richelieu, now is not the time to kill time."

"Ah! Ahem, what can I do for you?"

After seeing that his childish act of sucking the command cat was caught by Algeria on the spot, Richelieu, with blushing cheeks, immediately put down the command cat in his hand with some embarrassment, and then looked at Algeria curiously.

In response, Algeria smiled without saying a word and slowly carried out a naive and obedient little girl from behind.

"Alsace-class battleship, Flandre?"

Murmuring the name of the proposed ship in Algeria's hand, Richelieu, who was slightly stunned, naturally reacted immediately. He slowly held up the Bible and looked slowly at Jean Bart who was busy drinking and chatting with Georgia and the others not far away.

After all, if strictly defined, Flandre is the ship girl of the Vichy Church, so naturally it should be Jean Bart who handles it.

But no matter how you look at it now, it seems like Algeria wants her to lead the little ship girl herself...

After keenly seeing Algeria's plan, Richelieu naturally couldn't help but reveal an expression of surprise.

Because whether from the size of the bulge or the character, Algeria is more suitable for raising children than her (fog).

"Besides, it's not appropriate for me to take over."

Having said that, Richelieu rolled up his orange-red stockings and slowly looked in the direction of Jean Bart.

You know, until now, the hot-tempered Jean Bal still emphasizes maintaining the flagship status of the Holy See and insists on distinguishing himself from them, although this does not affect the Triumph and the Unyielding from rolling around together all day long.

In response, Algeria smiled and explained very bluntly: "There is no other way. You know that Jean Bart is too stubborn, so you have to do this."

"Let me do it?"

Just as Richelieu was increasingly puzzled about what Algeria wanted her to do, Algeria, with a slight smile, promptly placed the well-behaved and silent Flandre directly into Richelieu's arms, and began to patiently probe: "Flandre, I think you should also know this big sister, right?"

"Of course, the former cardinal of the Iris Theocracy, currently the leader and first flagship of Free Iris, is a believer in the Holy See just like me."

The high-slit uniform of the Church was matched with the seductive suspender silk. The holy and light Flandre nodded very meekly after speaking, then put his hands together and said sincerely: "As believers, we have no complaints whether it is singing praises, serving and fulfilling our duties, or even sacrificing our lives."

Hearing Flandre's words full of faith, Mayebreze, who was busy checking whether there were any bad vegetables such as green peppers nearby, immediately looked at Flandre with admiration.

After all, these days, there are not many small ship girls like Flandre who have noble beliefs.

With her blue hair and cute white bangs, Mayeblaze, a knight of the church, stretched out her hand to Flandre and said affectionately, "Little knight of the church, I need a friend like you!"

Facing the offensive of Mayeblazer's friends, Flandre pondered for a while and tilted his head cutely, then asked innocently: "What does "friend" mean? Does the bishop of the theocracy have many "friends"? "

"well!?"

Hearing what Flandre said, Mayet and Richelieu were both stunned.

Algeria, who had anticipated this, finally stopped hiding her purpose and leaned over to whisper in Flanders' ear: "Flanders, do you know the true doctrine and faith of our church?"

"Flander doesn't really understand dogma and faith, but as long as he follows orders, everything will be fine."

"In that case, let the noble Cardinal personally teach you how to be loyal to and respect our commander."

Hearing Algeria's earnest remarks, Richelieu instantly realized Algeria's intention. On the other hand, the devout Flanders asked very simply, "But Sister Hindenburg and the others all said that the human was a monster that ate the ship without spitting out the bones."

"Ah, this is really a misunderstanding. You know, the commander is a "god descending from heaven" in our port area every day."

Algeria, who was trying to fool the little boat, smiled gently and then lifted Richelieu's hot face from behind, and said very bluntly: "Flandre, as a believer, do you want to question our bishop of the church?"

"Wow~ Please forgive my infidelity."

Seeing that Flandre in his arms was as pure as a blank sheet of paper, Richelieu felt guilty and had to suppress his guilt. He began to gradually instill in Flandre the greatness of his commander.

And at the same time——

Different from the bustling diplomatic area outside, Siren's underground base still looks cold and dark.

Naturally, the observers who had no interest in Yaxu's entertainment of the ladies from Black York City were busy openly monitoring a certain demon lady who had suddenly become silent.

Letting her jet-black wavy hair scatter on the numerous complicated precision instruments, the unpredictable Dibel showed her fair shoulders, patting the ship-mounted hellhound beside her with her jet-black gauntlet while slowly making something.

"Haha, that idiot wouldn't be stupid enough to let you move freely."

Seeing that the petite Dibel seemed to be building something, the observer with a playful look on his face naturally couldn't help but interrupt and said, "But our dear Miss Devil will not surrender like this."

Listening to the taunts from the Observer behind him, Dibel, who was also a Siren Lolita, didn't pay much attention to it. Instead, he slowly narrowed his red and gold eyes and said meaningfully, "It seems that you have a lot of opinions about me, Observer."

"Even though I was asked by humans to develop a body for sirens in the name of atonement, you still want to mock me."

"So... the human didn't beg you, but came to beg me. Does that make you feel miserable~?"

With Gao Chengfu's little devil tone, Di Beilu, who smiled silently, instantly broke through the pitiful defense of a certain little wife.

In response, the observer, who was feeling particularly annoyed, instantly turned cold with a pretty face, and then slowly looked towards the hazy black fog that was busy floating around and didn't care about their fight at all.

At the same time, on the other side, in the large petri dish in front of the Dibe road, a large number of sophisticated micro-robotic arms were assembling something in a complicated manner. In addition, the white gel in the center was constantly being cloned using biotechnology, which clearly showed that it was satisfying the demands of a certain outrageous commander.

Yes, after various negotiations and consultations, it was Dibel who finally took on the task of creating a real body for the Black Mist.

There was no other way. After all, the sinister Observer would never agree to help easily. In addition, the Observer liked to take the opportunity to blackmail the commander, so Yaxu entrusted this task to the extremely sensible Dibelu.

And I have to say that Dibel seems to be much more sensible than the observer, and is very good at positioning herself (fog).

In this regard, observers who could see what Yaxu was thinking immediately felt the so-called sense of crisis in status.

Thinking of this, the observer, who sincerely didn't want Dibel to help, quickly turned to the floating black mist, and reminded with a sneer: "Haha, you know that idiot is calling you Miss Black Mist."

"Once you have an actual body, do you know what will be waiting for you next?"

[Unfortunately, due to my lack of biological emotions, nothing matters to me. I am just following orders.]

In response to the observer's words that sounded like a palace drama, Black Mist, which had a separate database, was able to judge the observer's attitude, but still spoke calmly.

[Besides, I have no intention of competing with you. I am just expanding the tool.]

"Hehe, since you're so upset, Observer, why don't you just blow this place up~?"

After watching the observer's pitiful struggle, Dibel tilted his head in a cute way with a smile, and then responded bluntly: "I will only simply carry out the commissioned work, so if you want to destroy this place, I will not stop you."

"Humph!"

Listening to Dibel's playful tone that irritated the ship, the observer could only snort coldly and watch the black fog drifting silently.

But at this moment, accompanied by the flickering of space, Dibelu, who was just teasing the Observer, was suddenly knocked away at the speed of light by a delicate and smooth jade arm, and then pressed heavily against the cold mechanical wall.

Boom boom! ! !

The tall white gauze skirt hollowed out her tight and soft belly. The extremely powerful Empress then straightened her proud body and turned to tightly grasp Dibel's neck, lifting him up to a height where he could look at her.

However, in response to Empres who suddenly rushed over to pinch her neck like a flash of light, Dibel, who never lost her composure, tilted her head and smiled calmly, "Oh my, Queen, are you taking your anger out on me?"

At this point, Dibel, who was a little surprised, couldn't help but express her confusion towards Empress who had strangled her right away.

After all, to some extent, the Sirens are actually surprisingly generous and calm. At least when facing failure, they will only look for the reasons within themselves. The cold law of the jungle is rooted in their procedural thinking.

If the opponent wins, it is the ability of her ship, and if they lose, the Siren will never make excuses for themselves.

This is also why Di Bello is not worried about being stabbed in the back by Sterncus and the others afterwards, because after all, they, the Siren, are not keen on grudges and revenge.

On the other hand, Empres, who was simply annoyed by Dibel's attitude as an arbitrator who didn't care about death at all, did not tear Dibel to pieces on the spot. Instead, he coldly asked Dibel, "What did you do to my weapon!?"

After all, from the perspective of Enpress, who had just reset her body and resurrected, when she woke up, her black mist disappeared inexplicably and then appeared here in Dibel.

Faced with this situation, Empres, as a proud queen, would of course come to cause trouble for Dibel.

However, sadly, the charming demon lady only said one sentence, and Empress was stunned on the spot.

"It was done by a human. He wanted to make a physics puppet."

"What!?"

Hearing Dibel's half-smiled answer, Empres, with his pupils slightly shrunken, couldn't help but bite his red lips tightly.

What a joke! Her war parts were stolen, and some idiot actually wanted to put a body on them? This is simply looking for trouble!!!

Of course, Enpress found it a little hard to accept the thought that Yaxu was so boring.

After all, as a cold Siren, Empres certainly wouldn't have any feelings for the Black Mist beyond being a tool. She simply used it as an additional accessory. If it had a body, wouldn't it be inconvenient for her! ?

Just as the extremely tough Empres put Dibel down and was about to pick up a commander, the long assembly and synthesis process finally stopped with the slight sound of the large petri dish.

In an instant, as the large petri dish was opened, a large amount of cold white mist gushed out.

Then, in the weightless culture liquid, a flawless figure with the same slender figure as Dibel emerged.

With her aqua blue highlights and pure white short hair, and outlined by a thin and soft pure white dress, a siren figure that looked like a miniature dream weaver appeared in front of the observers, causing Dibel to quip, "It seems that she can no longer be called Miss Black Mist."

"Then let's just follow the human's advice and call him TB-chan, even though he's just a Siren puppet without any organization."

The exquisite hair covering her eyes concealed her clear dusk blue eyes. Her ethereal temperament was matched with her snow-white skin. TB, with several fluorescent wires hanging behind her, also slowly looked at her hands at this moment.

Chapter 1716 Black York City gradually understood everything!

"Ah, it looks like Ms. Black York and the others are late."

In the hazy afternoon, facing the cool curtain of water over the port area, Zhenhai, holding a cup of tea in both hands, couldn't help but sigh sincerely.

After all, it was because the main characters had not arrived yet that the entire port area could only sit around the banquet table, chatting with empty stomachs.

"Hehe, do you think that guy from Black York City got wind of something in advance and is afraid to come over?"

Looking at Zhenhai who was drinking tea alone, Binjiang, who was lifting her round and beautiful legs like a big sister, couldn't help but shake the wine gourd in her hand with a smile, and then glanced meaningfully at the table of Yujin in the distance.

"Didn't you see that our commander has already ambushed three hundred Ember Bladesmen behind the banquet table? Even if they want to leave, they can't. They can only stay and accompany us. So it's normal for them to be afraid, hehe."

Facing Binjiang's casual remarks, Zhenhai, who was as meticulous as black jade, leisurely took out his counselor's fan and said with a pretended deep smile: "You are wronging the lord. After all, he is not the commander who would come up with such a scheming trick."

"You know, although I like to address the commander as my Lord, to be honest, he doesn't have the thick black qualities that an emperor should have."

Mei Hong's eyes were full of mockery. Zhen Hai put on an attitude that said, "The Poison Master has seen through everything." He said calmly, "Therefore, this strategy must have been decided by the head royal maid who was responsible for arranging the positions."

"I guess, after the banquet is over, if the ladies from Black York City are ready to refuse and go back, Black Counterattack will immediately put on an appearance of deep affection and then pitifully grab their legs and not let them leave."

"I see! I misunderstood the commander!"

Listening to Zhenhai's vicious speculation, Binjiang shook his head repeatedly and drank the gourd of wine in his hand. Then he took out a small mirror and said to the beautiful face full of Jianghu charm in it: "It seems that I have been hurt by wine and sex and have become so haggard and ignorant. From today on, I will give up drinking!"