As a commander, I will never meet a heavy female ship girl

At least that's what Burgundy thought.

As for what you will see during construction, that depends on the individual.

Some commanders said they saw thousands of silhouettes and then sensed the destined battleship.

Some commanders said that they found and brought back their own ship girls in the vast cycle of artillery fire.

But Lorraine returned to that lonely world.

Large clouds floated meaninglessly in the sky, and countless fragments were flying above the ground.

Lorraine saw a girl kneeling among the dancing debris.

She seemed to be bound by chains made of these fragments.

Some of them wore their top hats askew, and their long golden hair flowed down to their waists.

A black cloak covered her body, and the left side of her Gothic skirt dragged to the ground.

There are golden decorations on both shoulders.

Just by looking at her back, you can tell that she is a beauty who is no less beautiful than Burgundy.

Lorraine stepped forward gently.

She was like a corpse, lifeless.

The hand seemed to be holding a medal-shaped, black and white fragment.

Lorraine stared for a long time and stretched out his hand.

One end of the chain made of fragments was wrapped around his body.

In an instant, black and white light and shadows engulfed him.

A battleship came to life from the blueprint.

Then, a long time passed.

Fight, sink, salvage, return to port.

Attack again.

Everything became dimmed and silent in the repeated explosions.

In the end, it became a silent film with only pictures.

"The gunfire continued for several rounds..."

He hummed softly and fell silent again.

The picture starts to become noisy and freezes.

The noise is increasing, and the freezes are becoming more frequent.

Gradually turns into frame skipping and blur.

But more scenes began to flash back.

The lowered flags, the burning cities, the miserable people, and the fleet became silent annotations in history.

It seems that every ship girl of the Theocracy will carry these?

Amidst the falling stars and meteors, amidst the overwhelming waves.

Lorraine saw the girl.

Confused and helpless.

She just watched the building collapse in the man-made disaster, the ark shattered in the tsunami, and the people of her motherland die in the coming of the apocalypse.

Finally, she put on her armor in the virtual Valhalla and fought with people she had never met.

Time and again, kill or be killed.

One game after another, victory or defeat.

Everything has lost its meaning in the cycle of going back and forth, but the embers of the past, the faces and sweat of her colleagues, still burn in her heart.

She didn't dare to stop.

Until one day, the person who made her walk out of the virtual Valhalla disappeared.

In the confusion of the cyclone.

She fired blindly.

Towards all possible destinations.

Behind the mountains, between the gorge, at the port.

But there was nothing in those places.

She knelt weakly on the sea.

Staring blankly at the center of the cyclone.

There was a thunderstorm overhead and ash rain was falling.

A whistling sound came from a distance.

The girl closed her eyes.

In both hands he holds a badge consisting of a Holy Cross and a fleur-de-lis.

"Goodbye." She thought.

But the picture stopped for a moment.

At the moment when the shell is about to fall.

Someone caught her.

The girl seemed to be stunned for a long time before she carefully confirmed that the person in front of her was real.

"You...you're back?"

The girl looked up at Lorraine.

"Yeah." Lorraine pursed her lips.

So the girl just laughed.

If Burgundy's smile carries the ever-changing aroma of wine, then the girl in front of him carries the simple and mellow fragrance of brandy.

But in short, the irises of the Theocracy are always noble and elegant.

The new contract wrapped around him, and Lorraine could see that there was a silk thread made up of tiny fragments on his wrist.

"Battleship Republic, requesting rejoining, sir."

The Republic stood up and saluted.

Wine-red eyes looked at someone he hadn't seen in a long time.

"Welcome back, Republic."

"Now, I've got you."

Chapter 69 Shockwave and Welcome

Time: 8:32 pm, December 29

Location: A Tribunal base in the southwest of the Iris Theocracy

"Mogador, it's terrible that you are taking Arthas to Donghuang." The pink-haired ship girl holding the scepter gently tapped the ground with the staff in her hand.

"Yes." The two ship girls, one white and one black, took the order and left.

"Clemenceau, who allowed you to send people to Donghuang without permission?" The bishop walked out from the shadows, his tone filled with anger.

"I don't think there's any problem. She even thinks of herself as a knight of the Vatican." The flaxen-haired pirate leaned against a pillar and spoke, playing with a dagger in his hand.

"My dear sister." The pink-haired ship girl - Clemenceau - looked at the bishop with a smile.

"The world is constantly changing, and we must strive for the best interests of Iris."

The projection on the long table in the hall was still on.

"Then, I haven't asked yet, what brought my two good sisters here?" Clemenceau sat down gracefully and crossed his legs.

"Don't play dumb, Clemenceau." The ship girl who was playing with the dagger suddenly grasped the weapon and threw it lightly.

A bright silver light flashed, followed by a slight trembling sound.

"You still don't like beating around the bush, Sister Jean-Bart," Clemenceau said, unperturbed. "That's not good. Can't you learn from the Bishop?"

"She?" Jean Bart snorted coldly, watched his sister sit down, and then sat down next to her.

"There's something unusual happening in the Paradis system. If you didn't do anything..." The bishop tapped the table lightly.

The projection on the desktop flickered, as if it had been refreshed.

A beam of light flashed from the southeast of the continent.

"As expected." The bishop narrowed his eyes.

"The new Iris ship girl," Jean Bart said, "isn't recorded in the records. Is she a product of that plan?"

Everyone knew the plan.

Jean Bart disliked the plan.

"Sister, don't be like this. You didn't vote against it."

"Let's get down to business." The bishop knocked on the table.

"The council doesn't know about this yet," she said.

"Of course Parliament doesn't know." Clemenceau nodded.

The bishop didn't look at her, but continued, "Can you confirm what kind of warship it is?"

“I don’t know,” Clemenceau answered truthfully.

"Is this why you asked Terrible and Mogador to take Arthas with them?" Jean Bart frowned.

"What if Donghuang deducts it?"

"Yaxian wouldn't dare unless he was forced into a corner," Clemenceau said with a smile.

"And there's no need for that. We're traveling with a tour group."

"Don't make any mistakes. I won't change my diplomatic language because of your mistake." The bishop's tone remained unchanged.

"Don't worry, sister, Donghuang doesn't have the energy to bother with us guests." Clemenceau narrowed his eyes.

"White Eagle, those people from Iron Blood are bolder than us."

"Give Donghuang some news when necessary. You understand what I mean, right?" the bishop said calmly.

"I'm a professional." Clemenceau supported his chin.

"Then that's all for this matter."

"Next topic..."

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The space around Lorraine began to collapse.

The ship girl in front of him held his hand.

The grip was tight.

The ground collapsed, debris exploded, and the sky collapsed.

Then came the strange feeling of weightlessness.

But he also held the other person's hand tightly.

After the silent film ended, he returned to the room.

The dock was in turmoil.

It seems to be preparing a grand welcome for the people who are coming.

First, the mind cube began to spin entangledly.