Azur Lane Mobile Front.

Chapter 149: The Illusion Called "Hope"

On a small rock by the sea, a petite girl with short white hair and red eyes sat listlessly.

Her jet-black uniform looked as if she had been through a battle, and through the tears in it, one could glimpse the girl's milky skin.

A white belt was slung across his waist, with a banner hanging from it that read "CV-31".

Despite having short hair, the girl inexplicably tied a belt around her forehead, causing her bangs to completely cover one eye. It's unclear whether this will affect her vision.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, the girl raised her head, and a maniacal smile involuntarily appeared on her face.

"Haha~ Here we go again."

With that, the girl leaped into the sea.

The ship's equipment behind him suddenly unfolded like a pair of wings.

Like the girl's uniform, her ship rigging was also completely black.

"Hmm~ What should we play with this time? Such a good toy is a rare find."

As they sailed on the sea, the girl lightly touched her lips with her fingertips.

This action, if performed on another girl, would appear innocent and cute, but on the ship in front of them, it looked inexplicably eerie.

"How about... what do you hope for? Hahaha~"

After a moment's thought, the girl seemed to have come to an answer.

"Yeah, that's right! It would be so boring to keep falling into the abyss of despair."

"The metamorphosis of seeing hope within reach, and then suddenly plunging into even deeper despair, is what makes it all the more interesting!"

The empty sea was suddenly filled with the girl's maddening laughter.

...

"You mean you've been to this place countless times?"

Arkhangelsk, bored, fiddled with his longsword and asked Kronstadt a question.

On the way, Kronstadt recounted her experience to everyone.

Even the ships that had conducted extensive research were dumbfounded.

This is truly bizarre.

Kronstadt was not at all surprised by the performance of his "comrades".

These things have already been experienced in the cycle of reincarnation.

She had tried abandoning these fake companions and facing this bizarre world alone.

However, even false companions can offer some solace to one's soul.

Moreover, looking at those familiar faces, Kronstadt could never give up again after experiencing it once.

Just as this Northern Union fleet was discussing intelligence on Kronstadt, the small island that Kronstadt had previously indicated came into view.

This is a small island, but it is lush with vegetation.

"That's it, this is it. Keep going forward!"

Looking at the incredibly familiar island before him, Kronstadt compared it with the scenes in his memories and ordered everyone to go ashore.

"The time has come, it's time to appear!"

Looking ahead at the empty space, Kronstadt said with certainty.

"Huh? What happened?"

Arkhangelsk, the closest to Kronstadt, looked at his companion beside him, completely bewildered.

No sooner had Arkhangelsk finished speaking than a clear and melodious girl's voice came from the nearby woods.

"No passage ahead."

"!!!"

Kiev was startled by the sudden sound and instinctively turned his guns around to lock onto the direction from which the sound came.

"Stop! Don't be impulsive, leave the rest to me!"

Kronstadt stopped Kiev's next move in time and stepped out of the queue.

"I hope I didn't scare you, Miss Richard, my dear friend."

Accompanied by Kronstadt's voice, a cute girl with long hair, blue eyes, wearing a fur-trimmed dress and a headband emerged from the woods.

"You guys actually know my name? I didn't expect to meet my fans here!"

It seemed that being recognized made the girl, known as good Richard, quite happy.

Ignoring the thoughts of the Northern Alliance ships, he jumped off the island and squeezed into the middle of the Northern Alliance's ranks.

Then, out of nowhere, he pulled out a camera and snapped a picture of himself and the others from Beilian.

The girl was holding some kind of cutting-edge technology product; the flash had barely stopped when a brand-new photo appeared in her hand.

Then, the girl took out a pen and signed her name on the back of the photo.

The whole process went smoothly, as if Richard had done it countless times before, displaying remarkable skill.

"Here's a gift for my fans~"

With a sweet smile, the kind-hearted Richard handed the autographed photo to Kronstadt.

Staring blankly at the happy smile on his companion's face in the photo in his hand, Kronstadt unconsciously touched his cheek.

So, I was laughing so happily just now?

"Even though you're my fan, you're still not allowed to travel together!"

Goodman Richard stood in front of the Northern Union ships, curiously observing his "fans."

"Hmm...you look like you're from the Northern Union."

"Good man Richard, what exactly is this exercise ahead?"

"Huh? You're asking so directly right off the bat? You're not spies, are you?"

(Dung beetles are really good at gathering intelligence, lol)

"No, I'm clearly a genius mechanic!"

When asked by the kind-hearted Richard, Lingmin immediately protested and showed him her little achievement.

"That's true. It would be too strange if your group were spies."

Richard, a kind-hearted man, easily believed what Bei Lian said. After all, one should be kinder to one's fans!

"Okay! Anyway, I sneaked out to play."

As if he had made a decision, good man Richard drew a graceful arc on the sea.

Then, with a graceful turn, she came to a stop on the sea not far away.

"Up ahead, both the Forward Front and the Atlantic Federation are conducting exercises. Let's go check it out!"

What's going on?

Kronstadt was secretly startled.

This situation has never occurred in any of the reincarnations I have experienced.

She was aware of the exercises ahead, of course, but she always went there on her own, no matter the time.

Good guy Richard was always the one stopping her.

In fact, the two sides even exchanged fire in several cycles.

"A new plot...?"

Watching Richard's retreating figure, Kronstadt hardened his heart and ordered everyone to follow.

...

"As expected, there is no difference."

Just as I remembered, the fleet participating in the exercise was instantly destroyed by a sudden, unknown storm.

Just moments ago the sky was a clear blue, but now it's covered in dark clouds.

A massive black whirlpool rose out of nowhere from the sea, sweeping up a large number of ships that had not had time to escape.

A black streak hurtled toward the Northern Alliance at breakneck speed.

"Nothing has changed here."

Kronstadt stared intently at everything before him.

Since the previous "plot" has shown some differences, the ending this time is very likely to be different.

I must look carefully; perhaps this is the closest I've ever come to the truth.

"Let me see the source of this impact!"

Braving the black gale and ignoring the storm that felt like sharp blades cutting through its skin, Kronstadt struggled to slowly make its way towards the center of the vortex.

"Kronstadt, danger!"

Volga covered her eyes with her hands, and through her fingers she saw Kronstadt struggling to move forward.

A cannon boomed nearby.

It is the main gun of Arkhangelsk.

For something so strange and hostile, firing a shot first is often the best course of action.

A few breaths later, in everyone's sight, the shell fell into the black vortex.

Although there was no explosion or any other reaction, everyone felt that the storm that was tearing at their skin had paused slightly.

"It's working! Everyone, attack!"

Kronstadt stared wide-eyed in surprise. So this was the answer?

Yes, it was my own habitual thinking that led me astray.

After all, who would fire a cannon at a storm?

At Kronstadt's command, the entire Northern Union unleashed a fierce and relentless attack on the dark storm.

The two "storms" began to collide violently.

...

"Hehehe~ That's right, just like that, let's hold that fruit called hope in our hands..."

At the eye of the storm, good man Richard looked at the North Union members and laughed maniacally.

Chapter 150: Rescue Operation

On the submarine Suliko, Kronstadt woke up once again in that familiar chair.

"Heh~ It was so close..."

"You don't really want some vodka, do you? I'm going to write a note in the logbook saying no alcohol during missions, you know~"

Suddenly, I heard those familiar words that I hadn't heard in a long time.

Turning around in surprise, Kronstadt found that his long-lost companion had reappeared beside him.

"What? Is there something on my face?"

Noticing that the other person was staring at him, Arkhangelsk looked himself up and down, wondering if there was something on him that had caught Kronstadt's attention.

"No, I'm fine, let's begin."

"Are you sure? Why don't you rest for a bit first?"

"You... don't remember anything?"

Before entering synchronization, Kronstadt asked Arkhangelsk.

"Hmm? Remember what?"

"No, just consider it my ramblings."