The time-based admiral of KanColle

Hearing that Yaxu suddenly looked at him expectantly, Richelieu, with a wandering gaze, certainly did not expect that the commander would also actively participate.

Sure enough, there have been too many casual games recently, causing the commander to urgently want to try serious drama.

Thinking of this, Richelieu had no choice but to prepare to contact the royal camp and urgently ask King George V of England and others to borrow some knight horses to help. After all, their church did not raise horses on its own.

Chapter 1998 Let’s have a real trial!

In the lounge of the Iris Church.

In order to prepare for the next trial ceremony, Xiafei and other ships were wiping their knight armor and polishing their weapons.

Although it is embarrassing to say this, the knight uniforms of their church are actually almost becoming so-called erotic costumes. Although they are cleaned regularly, they are not polished or polished. After all, they are not really going to fight each other for no reason like the knights in the Middle Ages.

"What a hassle! They are an old married couple, yet they still want to hold a trial ceremony for no reason."

Looking at his colleagues in the church who were busy preparing, the exhausted Vicious finally found the rapier that he had thrown away somewhere, and then he sighed and began to polish it urgently, muttering, "Besides, isn't it a little too late to do this test now?"

"Every part of my body that can be used has been transformed into the commander's shape and cannot be reversed. And now you want me to pretend to test the commander."

"Ahem, Sister Vicious, this is for Sister Brennus and the others."

Listening to the malicious mumbling, Kaixuan, who had a golden bun, did not prepare for long, but added with a sense of empathy: "Those who pursue the temple should have seven virtues: chastity, diligence, generosity, humility, gentleness, temperance and tolerance."

"The one who achieves these will be the sacred sword bearer and will lead the faith of Iris."

“Wow~~~”

Looking at Kaixuan who was talking one thing after another, the evil who was changing into uniform was pulling up the pure white silk stockings to her hips, and then looked at Kaixuan subtly and interrupted: "But, just the first chastity, our commander has been perfectly ruled out."

"Ahem, anyway, the sense of ritual is very important, Evil Sister."

"A sense of ceremony? I don't care about that."

After saying that, Vicious found a place to lie down, planning to surrender as soon as the commander attacked.

After all, she is a slovenly loli who likes to slack off. The most ritualistic moment of the day is when she opens the loading interface of the game.

On the other hand, Kaixuan didn’t know what to say about the vicious remarks.

Because if you think about it, her evil sister was also a shabby girl when she first became the wedding ship, so it is only natural that she would become like this now.

You know, Lafite and the others will also help their sisters.

Just as Kaixuan was trying to push the lying Evil, wanting to urge him to be more serious, the Horror wearing platinum armor boots opened the door curtain and walked in from outside.

"Triumph, instead of urging this lazy ship to work hard, shouldn't we, as sisters, think of a way out for Buqu?"

Under the Holy White Crown, Horrible looked at Triumph, who wanted to fight side by side with Vicious, and could not help but remind him: "Unyielding has already figured out how to stab the commander with her knight's lance. With her EQ that is fooled all the time, I'm afraid she will be a knight for the rest of her life."

"Besides, every time we secretly go out to look for the commander without the support of Unyielding, it is really a bit troublesome, isn't it?"

"Indeed, indeed."

Hearing the horrifying hint, Kaixuan couldn't help but grab her dress, because every time they found all kinds of excuses to deceive Bu Que in the middle of the night, she felt an indescribable sense of guilt.

"Hehe, that's easy. Just let Buqu come to my bed tonight."

Hearing that Kebo wanted to take the initiative to cooperate with Buqu and the commander, and hoped to have an extra gun mount on the bed to help him bear the firepower, the evil naturally raised his hands to agree and took the initiative to propose:

"When the time comes, I will be responsible for sticking my head out for the commander to see, and Buqu will be responsible for lying down with my butt raised. This way, I can sleep a little longer at night."

boom!

After hitting Evil's little head with the cross staff, Horrible, who had the most sisterly vibe, then reminded her leisurely: "The sense of ritual is very important, Evil, you don't want Unyielding to be a cheap ship woman, do you?"

"Don't you think that offering your body so casually and without thinking is like a ship in a brothel?"

"Really? What about her?"

Facing the horrible moral condemnation, Evil silently pointed to the strange cardboard box that was moving secretly not far away. One could even faintly hear a strange sound of "guhehe, guhehe" from inside it.

"... "

Faced with the vicious complaints, Horrible couldn't help but look at Mogador who had just escaped from Richelieu.

And any discerning ship could see that their Mogador was obsessed with teaching and training the commander, and would probably sit on it and crush the commander without hesitation if it got the chance.

"Compared to her, don't you feel very sad?"

Facing this nymphomaniac who had abandoned her basic sense of shame and had no self-respect at all, Ke Horror couldn't help but sigh softly, and then added meaningfully: "In short, I hope that Bu Qu can be happier, instead of being fooled by us sisters all day long."

Don't forget, the six sisters of our fantasy class have sworn since birth that we must help each other."

Recalling their original fantasy-class oath, Horror added to Triumph and the others: "The speed of us fantasy-class destroyers, from the beginning to the end, is to help each other as quickly as possible."

Yes, that year, she still had faith and naively took the oath with her sisters.

Hearing the sudden positive energy of Horror, the slightly hissing Vicious then propped up his soft face with one hand, then blinked his blue-gray cross eyes, pretending to be serious and complaining to Horror:

"Honestly speaking, even if all six of us sisters were here, if we stacked our drums together, I'm afraid they wouldn't be as high as Royal Glory and the others."

"Isn't this more interesting? It's vicious."

Looking at the vicious person who always liked to speak negatively, Horror couldn't help but slowly half-close his purple eyes next to the iris eye mask.

In response, Evil, who had no guilt at all, suddenly thought of something and excitedly shared with Kaixuan and the others, "Come to think of it, Commander, there's been a sweet fruity smell lately. Now it feels like a peach, and it tastes really good."

"It's a pity that it hurts my cheeks a bit, otherwise I could just drink it with my palm."

[That's great. Mogador wants to drink too.]

Looking at the cardboard box that was talking to him not far away, Kanhor rubbed his forehead weakly.

As expected, Vicious could no longer be counted on. It seemed that only she could find a way to bring Unyielding and the Commander together.

Just when Kan Hor was thinking about how to create an ambiguous atmosphere between Ya Xu and Bu Qu, Richelieu, with a serious face, suddenly rushed into the lounge of Iris in a hurry.

"Alright everyone, please be serious and attentive from now on. At least let the commander have fun."

Looking at Suffren and the others who were laughing and joking and looked relaxed, Richelieu, with a serious face, urgently emphasized to Joan of Arc and the others: "The commander seems to be very involved and serious this time."

When Richelieu thought of how Yaxu had just excitedly let out blood to balance the scale, he couldn't help but feel worried about Yaxu.

There is no other way. There are too many indecent games these days, so the commander is in urgent need of a genuine, serious and cruel game that can help him regain his masculinity and sense of accomplishment.

To put it simply, the commander is in great need of a trial to train his consciousness.

After seeing Yaxu's mood with his experience of watching the wedding ship, Richelieu took it and solemnly warned La Galissonnier and the others who were looking at the pretty faces around them: "In short, if everyone doesn't take it seriously this time and just fools around with laughter, the commander will definitely be sad."

"Huh? Really?"

Looking at Bishop Richelieu who didn't want to make Yaxu feel disappointed, Surcouf, who was trying to figure out how to tie himself up, suddenly muttered in disappointment: "I originally wanted to be killed instantly by the commander's domineering look, and then accidentally tie myself up with a rope."

"This way, I can get cooed at and humiliated by the commander at the same time!"

Following Surcouf's disappointment, the people around him, such as Foch, could not help but sweat profusely.

Because although they wanted to give Arthas and the others a decent oath-taking ceremony, they essentially had no intention of making things difficult for their commander, so from the beginning they planned to hug the commander intimately and then let him pass the trial.

Now I tell them, Commander, are you feeling excited now?

"In short, we all need to test the commander seriously."

After realizing the current situation, the straightforward and cold Xia Fei couldn't help but frowned slightly, and then looked at Marseillaise and the others who also didn't know what to say.

This is because the real trial ceremony is extremely arduous, and they are reluctant to let the commander suffer.

While they were thinking about this, a flustered Brest came in from outside holding the scales containing the commander's blood and asked Richelieu:

So, Monsieur Richelieu, how do we deal with this?"

"Well…"

Smelling the bloody smell in the air, Joan of Arc and the others inevitably fell into silence, and at the same time they truly felt Yaxu's devotion.

"Ahem, this, you better take it and get rid of it."

Richelieu didn't know what to do with the commander's blood.

The commander's blood. In fact, except for some ship girls who like it very much, most ship girls will instinctively feel palpitations when looking at it.

Because as long as she is a ship girl, she will more or less be dizzy by the commander's blood.

"Huh~ It's better not to disappoint the commander now that things have come to this."

Seeing that the ship girls present had reached a consensus, Louis IX and the others looked at their weapons with protective rubber, and finally had to take them off with difficulty.

Seeing this, La Galissonnière, who was wearing a navel-baring judge uniform, swung her pink twin ponytails and happily stepped forward to collect the commander's blood. She said happily, "It would be a waste to throw it away. I plan to make a pendant with it and wear it on my body."

After saying that, La Galissonnière then used the long axe in his hand to chop hard at the cardboard box that suddenly flew towards the blood scale.

"Huha, huha, please let Mogador smell it, please!"

"As a fellow inquisitor of the Holy See, you embarrass me, fellow Mogador."

Looking at Mogador who wanted to stuff everything into his mouth, Lagalisoni, with her head tilted slightly, couldn't help but complain about Mogador, because she and Mogador were both responsible for the work of the heresy trial, but she herself was a heretic.

"Hehehe, because to me, the Commander is my true faith."

Hearing Mogador's meaningful hint, Joan of Arc and the others couldn't help but admire Mogador's dedication.

Because they regard the commander more as a future partner and will not deliberately deify the commander.

"That's right! I'll let you take charge of the first round of trials, Larisoni!"

Looking at Lagalisonni who was obviously ruthless, Richelieu immediately made this decision.

at the same time-

Since the site requirements had been described to the black enterprise in advance, Mayeblazer quickly took Yaxu through the space gap and came directly to a knight's training ground with its back to a grassland and a full of medieval atmosphere.

"Feiyun, Huben, let me show you how powerful the commander really is!"

Looking at the surrounding training grounds, Yaxu couldn't help but touch his knight's uniform as he felt the real atmosphere. Then, he said cheerfully to Feiyun and Huben who had come to watch, "I'm not a commander who only thinks about how to eat you little ship girls alive."

Yes, in order to restore the image of a commander in the hearts of the new ship girls in the port area like Feiyun, Yaxu also wants to show his virtues in other aspects. The Trial of Iris is a good opportunity.

Thinking that Feiyun and the others would be able to help boast about the commander's glorious performance in the circle of small boats, Yaxu couldn't help but look forward with some anticipation.

So not long after, under Yaxu's serious attitude, La Galissonnière and Louis IX crossed the space gap at the same time and slowly came in front of Yaxu.

"Oh, I'm sorry to say this, but Commander, you might have injured your waist."

"Bravery! It's the foundation of the trial! Unfortunately, I won't show mercy to you, Commander!"

"That's how it should be, Louis IX! La Galissonnière!"

Seeing that Louis IX and the others were also in a serious stance, Yaxu couldn't help but raise his knight's lance and rushed forward.

Unfortunately, however, even if the ship's equipment is not used, Louis IX's lance skills and La Galissonnier's longaxe skills are still top-notch.

But Yaxu, although it's embarrassing to say this, he actually hasn't trained for a long time.

The solemn Templar uniform contrasted with the metallic luster. Louis IX, who exercised regularly, showed off his graceful body curves against the slim-fitting uniform skirt. With the black metal breastplate and long boots, he looked like a medieval female knight, and he pressed Yaxu's knight's lance to the ground on the spot.

Next, Louis IX took advantage of the force to leap up, and pulled out his tight thighs in black stockings from under his blue and white knight skirt. He kicked Yaxu in the neck as he reacted hastily, and then pinned him down steadily.

So in just a moment, Louis IX used his powerful legs to press down hard on Yaxu's throat.

"You lose, Commander."

"Ahem, again, again."

Faced with Louis IX's ruthless behavior, Yaxu, who had gradually regained his previous feeling, naturally had no intention of giving up, and wanted to continue challenging him in turns.

But not long after, with her pink ponytails swinging, La Galissonnière, who was sitting on the grass, used her legs to entangle Yaxu's head. While squeezing Yaxu's head with her flesh-colored thighs on her metal boots, she reminded Yaxu between her legs, "Commander, you've become weaker."

Oh my god! They are really worthy of being La Galissonnier and Louis IX. One likes bloody fun, and the other pursues justice and strict judgment. They really show no mercy when beating their own commander.

Witnessing the scene where Louis IX and La Galissonnier each knocked down Yasu in turn, Richelieu and the others who were quietly watching the battle from a distance couldn't help but feel sincere admiration for La Galissonnier and the others.

Because it is rare to find a ship girl who dares to deal with the commander seriously.

"Huh, huh, it seems I have been slacking off for a lot."

After being let go by La Galissonnière, Yaxu, who got up again, also felt his own weakness.

Once upon a time, as a commander, he could pick up a knife and fight with Kaohsiung and the others, and fight with Ninghai and Pinghai, and even knocked down the gladiators in the Roman Colosseum one after another, all relying on his own physique and skills, without any cheating.

However, due to the increasing amount of busy time, he obviously neglected a lot of technical training.

When he thought about how his knight's lance was always knocked away by Louis IX and the others, Yaxu couldn't help but start to reflect on himself.

"It turns out that cultivation is like sailing against the current. If you don't move forward, you will move backward."

Looking at the knight's lining soaked with sweat and his commander's tired and flushed face, Larrisonière licked his pink tongue inadvertently, and then secretly rubbed his legs.

Oh no, if this continues, she will probably develop a habit of domestic violence against the commander.