The time-based admiral of KanColle

Indeed! It is the duty of the women on the ship to make the commander happy. There is no point in being afraid now.

Just when Algeria and the others couldn't help discussing with each other, Dunkirk, wearing a gentle apron, finally came out from the kitchen of the church and glanced at the ships present with a slightly reproachful look.

"Really? The food is already prepared. You guys should at least come and help me with it."

After saying that, Dunkirk, who had tucked the ends of his silver-gray hair behind his ears, couldn't help but whisper to Walkerlan and Tartu, "Anyway, Walkerlan, come and help us carry the dishes."

In an instant, as Dunkirk approached suddenly, the new Atago option suddenly emerged without warning.

[Option 1: Lie naked on the commander's plate as if you were a delicacy.]

[Option 2: Find a colleague, turn her into a ship and serve her on the commander's plate.]

[Option 3: Put on a nude apron, and then feed the commander by hand.]

“This is (blush)!?”

Seeing the Q version of Atago suddenly appearing from the front, Dunkirk, with a flushed face, was immediately surprised and gently held up her peaceful face. At the same time, he also realized why Jean Bart and the others gathered in the hall.

"I, I choose three."

Facing the regretful expressions of Joan of Arc and the others, Dunkirk, knowing that he could not escape, had no choice but to quickly choose the lightest option.

That's right, from now on, the end of their Iris Church is clearly approaching, and this may be the result of their previous indulgence in Richelieu being harassed by Ms. Hatred.

At noon——

As plates of exquisite French meals were served on the long dining table in the church, Dunkirk, wearing a nude apron, walked to Yaxu step by step with her clean bare feet and a flushed face, holding the plates.

The elegant apron supported the arc of the circle. As a gentle dessert sister, Dunkirk bent over and tried her best to show the so-called big sister's calmness. She began to gently roll up the lobster meat with a fork and feed it to Yaxu personally.

As for the Dunkirk, which obviously had nothing behind its apron, Yaxu could only try his best to control his gaze and turned to look at the other ships on the table with a subtle mood.

At the same time, a Q version of Atago jumped out in front of Mayeblazer who had just held the knife and fork.

[Option 1: Put the green pepper on your face and let the commander eat it.]

[Option 2: Eat more than one kilogram of green peppers in one go. ]

"Gu~ You better kill Maya!"

Seeing that the church option actually asked her to eat bad vegetables, which weighed as much as one kilogram, Maye Braze, who was wearing a horse ear headdress, couldn't help but tremble pitifully, and fainted on the spot with her small and slim platinum knight suit.

But in response to the little Iris Knight's struggle, the Q version of Atago mercilessly shocked Maye's clear blue head with electricity.

"Guji! Maya chose the first one!"

After realizing that she seemed unable to escape reality, Mayebrze, who had a tuft of white bangs, had to quickly put a few pieces of green pepper slices on her delicate face, then stood up and walked towards Yaxu, crying.

As for Mayeblaze, who suddenly became the commander's plate, Yaxu could only poke Mayeblaze's little face lightly with his fork with a vague look, and then started to eat the green pepper for Maye with a subtle mood.

Thank God! He wasn't asked to participate in this weird game of options.

After all, if it was directed at the commander, he would probably become the new joke of the commander!

Just when Yaxu couldn't help but feel lucky, Dunkirk couldn't help but stroke the delicate thighs of the royal sister, and then whispered softly: "It seems that I have to find time to go to Donghuang to learn how to stir-fry green peppers. Sorry, Maya."

"Tsk! Isn't the most abominable one that bastard dog from Sakura Empire? Richelieu, why did you insist on asking that guy to take charge of this job? It would be better to ask Siren instead of her!"

Faced with his colleagues in the Vatican who died one after another, Jean Bart finally could not help but complain to Richelieu, who looked innocent.

However, at this moment, another Q version of Atago suddenly jumped in front of Jean Bart.

"Damn it! Why me again!"

Just when Jean Bart was seriously suspecting that Atago was hiding outside the church and spying on them, new church options appeared in front of Algeria and Joffre who had just sat down.

Apparently, their church is full of traps!

Chapter 1751 The Holy Church ~ Total annihilation!

On the sacred white jade dining table of the church, as several Q-version Atagos were dancing and spinning there, Jean Bart, who was forced into a desperate situation, could not help but slump back in his chair, apparently unwilling to accept the reality.

But despite this, the ruthless dog option suddenly appeared in front of the ships.

[Option 1: Lie on the floor like a wild cat and eat from a cat food bowl.]

[Option 2: Curl up on the commander's lap like a little wild cat and eat.]

Faced with this overly shameful option, the stunned Forbins couldn't help but turn their heads to look at Jean Bart, whose face was so gloomy that it was almost dripping with water.

"Phew~ I'll go to the Sakura Empire tomorrow morning."

Without showing any so-called anger or anxiety, for some reason, he suddenly calmed down, his eyes slightly darkened, and then he walked up to Yaxu with a cold snort, looking down at the sitting Yaxu.

In this regard, Yaxu, as the commander and husband, of course also noticed that the little wild cat at this moment... No, it was Jeanbal who was like an unexploded bomb, so he cooperated and moved his chair.

So the next second, Bar's face suddenly turned red as if it was dripping with blood, and he couldn't help biting his lips. He turned his face away shamefully, and raised his knee stiffly to press on Yaxu's thigh.

Although, this level of sticking was nothing to the wedding ship, she usually even rode on Yaxu's waist while putting her hot long legs on Yaxu's shoulders, but acting coquettishly in front of so many colleagues from the Vatican was two completely different concepts!

Thinking that his colleagues around him might have looked at him, Bal, who had long dared not look up, could not help but tremble as he leaned over and lay on Yaxu's knees. However, because of his body shape, he had to hug Yaxu's chest and bury himself in it to be able to curl up.

There was no way, after all, usually the little Cheshires liked to lie on the commander's legs and play, so Bal was still a little too big.

Thinking of this, Yaxu couldn't help but touch the pretty head of the queen who made Baral wear cat ears with emotion.

After all, Jean Bart, who had been strong all his life, never liked to act coquettishly with his beloved commander. When Richelieu was whispering sweet nothings to him in bed at night, Jean Bart would turn his back to him.

So Richelieu, who was sitting at the opposite table, immediately held his chin with his hand and murmured with envy: "It's great, Jean Bart has never acted like a spoiled child with me, and she even calls me sister only a few times in a whole month. Every day she either feeds me or you."

"Hey, Bishop Richelieu, is now the time to worry about Jean Bart?"

In response to Surcouf's reminder, options also popped up in front of Algeria and Joffre not far away.

[Option 1: Take off all the Vatican uniforms and completely empty yourself in the church.]

[Option 2: Squeeze 500 milliliters of body fluids from the commander.]

[Option 3: Let the commander squeeze out the holy water in his body.]

Looking at the options before Algeria, which were so obvious, Foch and the others' faces suddenly changed and they couldn't help but look sideways at Joffre and the others who were silent.

As we all know, whether it is people or ship girls, they always like to compromise. For example, if you say that the room is too dark and you need to open a window here, everyone will definitely not allow it. But if you say that you want to remove the roof, they will be willing to open the window.

This option obviously wanted Algeria and Joffre to rush towards the direction of the wedding ship. After all, there was a limit to how much the women on the ships could flirt with the commander. If they crossed the limit, it would be unacceptable for them not to be the wedding ship (fog).

Just like now, Xiafei and the others had to at least use their hands to control the gear lever of their commander.

"Ah la la, so, Joffre, what are you going to do?"

With a mature big sister tone and an equally mature figure, Algeria, who was supporting her chin with one hand, smiled and looked at Xiafei, who seemed quiet and cool beside her.

In response to Algeria's joke, Joffre, with a halo on his head, asked meaningfully: "Why, are you going to obey the evil beast?"

"really."

Seeing that Xiafei had the same idea as her, Algeria laughed and then slowly began to take off the black gauntlet of the Vatican Knight, and started to act according to the order of option one.

Of course, she was not opposed to having an extremely ambiguous relationship with her commander. She even said that if Yaxu attacked her with a stick, she would cooperate and pretend to faint, and then be dragged into the sack by the commander.

But...if they were to be plotted to become a marriage ship by a pregnant dog, that would be a completely different concept. They would not be happy to think that their life events were forced upon them by another ship.

Thinking of this, Algeria and Xiafei began to take off their metal boots in tacit understanding, and then slowly removed the seductive thin silk from their curvy legs.

Seeing this, Yaxu immediately understood what Xiafei and the others were planning to do and hurriedly persuaded them, "Well, you don't have to force yourself."

"Pfft~ I don't need your worry, little brother."

Seeing that Yaxu, who was enjoying the show, was actually worried about them, Algeria smiled charmingly and casually threw aside the red and black Vatican uniform that was still steaming hot in her hand, then straightened up the magnificent outline of the No. 1 of the Vatican with ease.

"Anyway, we don't know how many times we've been in hot springs and baths together. Do you still care about this distance now~?"

Algeria showed off her proud figure to La Galissonnière and the others, raised her beautiful legs, and then looked at Yaxu, whose eyes were drawn to her, with a smile without saying a word.

As for Algeria, whose whole body was shining with a faint color, Yaxu, with a wandering gaze, couldn't help but quickly look at Xiafei on the other side.

But unlike Algeria who had completely given up on herself, Joffre, twisting her slender waist, quickly covered her private skin with the black wings at the end of her tail, carefully maintaining the last bit of dignity of the Angel of Judgment.

After all, a hot spring is a hot spring. She didn't have the nerve like Algeria to eat naked in front of Richelieu and the others at the church table in broad daylight.

On the other side, witnessing Algeria's choice, the Joan of Arc and other ships present finally gave up their so-called fantasies and prepared to face the next unexpected challenge.

So, after an unknown amount of time had passed—

As the warm afternoon sun shone through the church's shutters into the spacious prayer hall, the originally clean and bright church hall was filled with the dishevelled Louis IX waiting for the boat.

On the other hand, as for Brest and the others who were obviously tired, Walkerland and the other small ship girls had no time to care about their older sisters. Instead, they lay trembling on the floor and huddled together.

"Ugh! I can't hold on any longer, Kaixuan, hurry up."

"Guji, Terrible Sister, you stepped on the head of the Unyielding."

Accompanied by the stubborn girls' pitiful cries, the petite and light terrible girls had no choice but to climb onto the backs of Walkerlan and the others, and then once again leaned against each other to make it easier for Maye Blaze and the others to climb up.

So before long, a group of noble and elegant church ship girls were forcibly combined into a spectacular pyramid of ship girls, which made Yaxu, who was sitting opposite, drink the watermelon juice in his hand with a "wow", and then glanced at the vicious girl who was waving a palm-leaf fan at him.

Although the delicate and graceful E'du was staring at the watermelon juice in his hand, due to the rules of the game, Yaxu could only shake his head helplessly at E'du, and then watch E'du's clear cross-shaped pupils fall into greater despair.

"Huha, how many of these weird challenge options are there?"

On the other hand, Foch, who was originally cheerful and tolerant, couldn't help but feel a headache for his colleagues in the Vatican who were still struggling. He stepped barefoot on the yoga ball under him, and then moved left and right like an acrobatic clown.

However, in response to Foch's soul-searching question, Richelieu, dressed in a red and white papal robe, could not help but shake his head awkwardly towards the surrounding ships.

In an instant, as Richelieu raised his head, some of the words written on that dignified face by the commander appeared clearly in the eyes of Foch and the others.

The special marker's handwriting clearly left correct characters and various obscene words such as "commander's protective cover" on the Bishop Richelieu's beautiful face, making Dunkirk and the others look away in embarrassment.

Yes, now their bishop might not dare to go out and see the ship for several days.

Considering that the commander had just written a lot of messages on Richelieu's body that he couldn't bear to be seen on the ship, Brest sighed and looked at the champagne that seemed to be shaking on the other side with worry.

"Um, Miss Champagne, are you okay?"

Looking at Champagne, who had strong tape on her eyelashes and was forced to open her beautiful eyes as wide as possible, Brest vaguely realized that Champagne seemed a little dizzy for some reason.

There is no way. Do you know how painful it is to force yourself to keep your eyes open all the time? (shocking sound)!

Just when Brest was shaking its wings and didn't know how to help Champagne, La Galissonnière, who was inexplicably soaking in a red wine barrel in the distance, suddenly shook her wet ponytails and waved to Jean Bart who was high up.

"Huha~ I can't take it anymore, Renbal, when you go to Sakura Empire tomorrow, remember to ask me to come with you!"

Seeing that the frivolous La Galissonnière now wanted to go to Sakura Empire to settle accounts with Atago, Jean Bart, who was lying on the platform where the paintings were exhibited, also snorted.

On the other side, Yaxu, who was playing with the cake, was suddenly pulled on the sleeve by a sticky little hand.

"Oh, Holy Father, may I ask what they are doing, Bishop?"

Looking at the chaotic church that looked like a group of dancing ships, the ignorant Flandre couldn't help but tilt his little head cutely. He slowly put together his black silk stockings and looked at Joan of Arc and the others who were struggling with concern.

Fortunately, due to the novice protection period in the port area, Atago's options did not include any content of bullying Flanders. He only asked Flanders to read a storybook to Yaxu.

But unlike Flandre's luck, Atago's option challenge did not let go of any of the other ships.

Thinking of this, Yaxu couldn't help but look at Gascoigne who was writing in the distance with worry.

Wow, you let Gascoigne, who has emotional problems, write a love letter. Atago, why don’t you let Anchorage do a pole striptease?

Looking at the Vatican's ships that were in trouble, Commander Yaxu couldn't help but sigh deeply.

"Come to think of it, doesn't Atago know our weaknesses too well!?"

As Surcouf, looking exhausted after having just finished sweating in the hellish sauna, returned to the hall, Dunkirk and the others, who were slow to react, of course, also realized this fact.

She shaved Brest into a hairless bird and made Joan of Arc speak obscene words in public. Miss Atago of Sakura Empire is just like a thousand-year-old spirit dog, targeting the Iris ship girls one by one!

And at the same time——

On the calm hillside of the Sakura Mountains in Japan, in the Dog Kendo Hall in Kaohsiung, Atago, humming a cheerful tune, is silently packing her luggage, then carrying it on her back, posing as if she is about to run away from home.

"Strange, Atago-sister, are you planning to go on a trip?"

Looking at Atago who suddenly packed her luggage as if she was going to fly away, Toriumi, who was wearing a loose kendo uniform, couldn't help but look at the camping luggage behind Atago with some curiosity, and then asked with concern: "Are you going out camping?"

"Well, sister, I plan to go to a waterfall in the mountains to meditate for a while with sister Hei Gaoxiong."

"Ugh?"

Seeing that Toriumi seemed to be very surprised by this, Atago blinked her eyes with a charming smile and explained meaningfully: "It can't be helped, because I, your elder sister, may have to go out and avoid the limelight for a while, so don't miss your elder sister, Toriumi, Maya."

"Tsk, it must be Atago that you got into some trouble again, right!"

Seeing that Atago was obviously trying to seek refuge with Hei Kaohsiung, Kaohsiung, who was sparring with Maya, immediately pricked up his ink-stained dog ears and began to righteously accuse Atago, even though he didn't know what was going on.

"Hate you, hypocritical sister Kaohsiung, I am really disappointed in you!"

Facing Kaohsiung who always liked to educate her as a sister, Atago, with her cheeks slightly puffed up, could not help but question with resentment: "Sister Kaohsiung, ask yourself, have you really done anything for Xiao Yaxu? At least as a sister, I dare to do things for him that he is embarrassed to mention, and I can bear the sins for our dear commander!"