The Disqualified Commander of the Abandoned Shipgirl

On the blue map, a red dot that looked abnormal suddenly appeared.

On the endless sea.

Black cracks began to spread from here.

It's like a crack in the world.

The space also began to collapse and shatter here.

The powerful energy fluctuations quickly caused waves hundreds or thousands of meters high on the calm sea surface.

The originally peaceful space was suddenly torn apart.

Correspondingly, a clear and obvious knife mark appeared in the sky.

I don't know where this knife came from.

Look at its length.

It's about a few kilometers.

"The battlefield cannot be placed over there."

A clear voice suddenly sounded in the communication.

"Is the scrapyard ready?"

"It's ready."

"This is the last barrier."

"..."

"It cannot be broken through."

"Yes."

There was an inexplicable majesty in that clear voice.

she says.

"Here, bury the embers completely, at all costs."

"Got it, I will definitely complete the task."

The world shattered like a mirror.

There is absolutely no end in sight.

It's also impossible to tell the direction.

In other words, it is a "garbage dump" that has been integrated together.

A lot of debris is piled up here.

This causes the space to become chaotic.

There is no direction here.

No time.

But there are people.

Countless giant metal structures slowly rise from the bottom of the sea.

Or moved out from those upside-down fragments.

Then a stronger energy field was formed.

finally.

Cover up a certain point.

“…Is that right?”

One after another, figures walked out from the messy fragments of space.

The whole world is like a randomly pieced-together scroll.

There are mottled marks on it, like a child's graffiti.

Every unnecessary trace is connected to a completely collapsed world.

Or a “collection of fragments”.

In short, it's a mess.

Time and space have no meaning in it.

There is no living creature that can survive there.

That's right.

The places among those fragments are not meant for survival at all.

That was just the ruins left by the fight between monsters.

"Want to do a headcount?"

“…There’s no need for that.”

"It seems so."

Scattered figures walked out from the gaps between the various fragments.

Eventually it all came together.

In this huge garbage dump.

They saw the person they hadn't seen for a long time again.

But some of them are no longer the same as I remember.

It seems like a different person.

But it doesn't matter.

Replace it anyway.

Eventually they will meet again naturally because of similar or the same goals.

"too messy……"

A figure looked at the mess and said.

"Let's divide them into camps first... The Siren has carefully prepared traps. If we continue to attack them casually, it may be a bit troublesome this time."

"..."

soon.

Although the moment I entered, I realized that I had stepped into some kind of cage.

But the figures that appeared here one after another were immediately divided into several camps.

Although there is no clear subordinate relationship between them.

Everyone is almost an independent individual——

in short.

It's just a mess.

The concept of the so-called "camp" has long been erased.

Now it's just an empty shell.

Alternatively, it would only be used as a simple basis for the division and coordination of combat power in a battle that requires mutual coordination.

But for them.

Cooperation, this concept has disappeared for a long time.

The only thing left is...

ember.

"Let's check the coordinates."

After quickly dividing into several small arrays, the people with the most say in each camp gathered together.

"It's indeed the same."

Looking at the expected result, Bismarck waved his hand to disperse the projected screen.

"They set up a 'maze' and deployed blocking forces in other slices of space. It should be the same on your side, right?"

Bismarck asked.

“It’s much bigger than it’s ever been.”

Jean Bart nodded.

The other few people also gave definite responses.

There was no further conversation beyond that.

Firstly, because there is no time.

Secondly, they all know each other's information.

"..."

The coordinate point information detected by all people is the same.

The company has put all this information together, and hopefully it will point to somewhere in this "wasteland" without any surprises.

In fact, there is no need to calculate it again.

Because the Sirens did not use any other means to cover up.

Useless.

They closed the only exit.

That’s the final answer.

It's almost like a tell-all.

"I thought there would be no end to this war."

Enterprise's voice was jerky and hoarse.

It seemed like he hadn't spoken in a long time.

She looked into the distance, and under the waves thousands of meters high, an endless army was looming from all directions.

"As long as there is a beginning, there will always be an end."

Nagato stood nearby, looking upward at the sky which was gradually covered in black and red.

Gloomy.

It's like hell.

Countless enemies.

Apocalyptic scenery.

It seems as if everything is coming to an end.

She had seen similar scenes many, many times.

And this time, it seems to be the last time.

"cough……"

Beside Nagato, a figure coughed softly.

"All members of the Arbitration Bureau have arrived. These devices will compress all the effects of the battle inward. If the limit is exceeded, this 'abandonment site' will be completely burned up, taking with it everyone inside."

As soon as Tiancheng finished speaking, the others understood.

Bismarck said: "They have taken out all their assets. This war will not stop until they reach the limit."

"Won't they themselves be completely destroyed as well?"

Elizabeth glanced at War-weary beside her.