Azur Lane Mobile Front.

However, the Kaohsiung Meta cannot take off like the ships of the Robb family.

Therefore, for the first time since the start of the war, the Kaohsiung Meta has been engaged in a fierce battle.

However, it was precisely because of this that Akagi's attention was drawn to Kaohsiung Meta.

The sacred tree not far away burst into flames from the inside out because of Joan of Arc's self-destruction.

Unlike the previous black and red flames, the flames burning on the sacred tree now are bright.

The light from the flames illuminated the night sky as if it were daytime.

And the lucky crane was hiding in this light.

Suddenly, a shooting star streaked across the night sky.

This time, Zuikaku, which descended from the sky, did not clear a path with beam rifles or beam cannons as usual.

She immediately pushed her speed to its maximum, and the exceptional performance of the Radiant Transmitter was on full display at that moment.

This attack was so fast that even Kaohsiung Meta didn't have time to react.

By the time her gaze followed Zuikaku, Zuikaku's ship-slaying sword had already pierced through Akagi's body.

The powerful thrust from the sky carried the two directly into the water.

The not-so-deep seawater did not stop Zuikaku's attack; her ship-slaying sword pinned Akagi to the seabed.

Akagi felt the air in his lungs being emptied instantly after being caught in Zuikaku's sudden attack.

She could only feel the scenery around her receding, and when she finally regained consciousness, she was already underwater.

Zuikaku stomped mercilessly on Akagi's chest, then drew his ship-slaying sword.

The intense pain distorted Akagi's once beautiful face.

She wanted to scream, but neither the intense pain causing spasms nor the underwater environment prevented her from making a sound.

Zuikaku grabbed Akagi and, with a burst of thrust from the thrusters, the two were back on the surface of the sea.

In an instant, Zuikaku's palm was pressed against Akagi's abdomen.

Several beams of light pierced through Akagi's body.

This time, Akagi couldn't even feel the pain, because the scorching beam of light burned the wound until it lost all sensation.

After kicking Akagi away, Zuikaku did not pursue him but retreated.

Because Shoukaku's attack has arrived.

Eleven dragon riders fired at Akagi simultaneously, instantly covering the area where she was located.

Akagi wanted to retaliate, but after being attacked repeatedly, she found it extremely difficult to even control her flames.

A massive beam blade descended from behind.

With a single slash, Akagi's mutated ship equipment was severed in half.

Immediately, Akagi's ship equipment erupted in an unprecedented explosion, and the black and red flames instantly engulfed Akagi's entire body.

However, this time, the flames were no longer meant to heal Akagi's injuries; they simply signified Akagi's end.

"Make your exit gracefully, senior. Your existence will only drag Sakura Empire into hell."

Looking at the sinking Akagi, Shoukaku was filled with mixed emotions.

Although she had always enjoyed making sarcastic remarks about this senior, deep down she still cared a lot about Akagi.

However, Akagi's actions completely changed Shoukaku's attitude.

A person who can turn against their own comrades without any scruples is definitely not someone who can lead Sakura Empire.

...

The Sakura Empire members, who had been watching from the sidelines for quite some time, also stood up.

Akagi, who had effectively controlled Sakura Empire for over a decade, is about to meet his end today.

The cherry blossoms may usher in a new tomorrow.

However, none of this was Rob's concern at the moment. He and the head maid were currently looking anxiously at Joan of Arc, who had fainted on the bed.

"Belfast doesn't know what Joan of Arc's current condition is; that requires specialized equipment to assess."

After examining it, the head maid shook her head.

She continued, "If it's just damage to the ship's equipment, then there's still a possibility of repair."

"What do you mean?"

Robb sensed a hidden meaning in the head maid's words and pressed her for an explanation.

"Since the master said that Joan of Arc self-destructed, I wonder if her mental cube was also damaged."

However, just as Robb and the others were deeply worried about Joan of Arc's condition.

Two coughs interrupted the discussion.

To the horror of the crowd, Joan of Arc sat up in bed.

"you..."

Rob pointed at Joan of Arc with a look of horror on his face, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

There's nothing we can do. A ship that just self-destructed has woken up in less than half an hour. It's really terrifying.

Joan of Arc, who had just woken up, seemed a little disoriented, and she shook her head vigorously.

Then, she turned her head and saw her commander looking at her.

"Huh? Commander?"

Then she remembered that she had just gotten the mecha and it was already gone in the blink of an eye.

Immediately, fear appeared on Joan of Arc's face, and the patterns on her skin began to flicker incessantly.

"I'm sorry, Commander. I really had no other choice at the time, so I came up with this idea. Please punish me!"

Joan of Arc rolled off the bed and bowed deeply to Rob.

Judging from her strong voice just now, it seems that her self-destruction just now really didn't have much of an impact on her.

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

Even Zhenhai couldn't stand it anymore. These days, the ships are getting weirder and weirder. Can't things ever get any better?

"Feelings? I don't feel anything strange."

After hearing this, Rob slapped his forehead and waved his hand to dismiss everyone.

"Alright, alright, I'll talk to you about your problem when we get back. Zhenhai, tell everyone to come back, we're going to find New Jersey!"

When Robb saw the pure white vest that Joan of Arc wore close to her skin, he understood everything.

"System, isn't it a bit too fast for her to switch into the Vest Venerable's form?!"

The different adaptability of ships and aircraft does indeed lead to this phenomenon.

The system immediately provided an explanation for Rob's question, although it was quite absurd.

In another location, New Jersey suddenly perked up.

She sensed someone approaching in her direction.

At this moment, the sky was already beginning to lighten.

For the Sakura Empire, that pivotal night seemed to have passed.

Chapter 182: The First Clash Between the Iowa-class and the Yamato-class (Approximately)

The long night was about to pass, and the sun, just beginning to peek out from behind the clouds, was casting its first rays of light on the sea.

If this were a normal voyage, the Sakura Empire fleet, led by Musashi, would probably still have the leisure to stop and admire the beautiful sunrise over the sea.

However, everyone was feeling a heavy weight on their hearts, and even the usually lively Sakura and Wakatsuki were silent.

This massive Sakura Empire fleet sailed aimlessly and quietly on the sea.

While the search teams in the north and east had found some clues about the attackers, Musashi's side could be said to have found absolutely no valuable leads.

"Ryusho, conduct another search!"

Musashi looked up at the horizon and sighed deeply.

If this search yields no results, then she will have no choice but to return home.

The pink-furred aircraft carrier, with two small, cute white horns on its head and a tail on its back, nodded and launched its carrier-based aircraft.

Although it is only a light aircraft carrier, it is the only air force in this fleet.

With the Fifth Carrier Division deserted, the First Carrier Division missing, and the newly developed Taiho unable to be deployed for combat, Jintsu could only equip Musashi with this light aircraft carrier, no matter how hard she tried.

"Sakebori, any news from Jintsu?"

Musashi's close attendant, Sakabo, shook his head.

"Lord Musashi, we..."

Saka seemed to want to ask something, but at the last moment, she swallowed it back.

"Whoa~ You just called her Musashi, right?"

Suddenly, a somewhat tired yet quite excited voice rang out on the empty sea, except for the Sakura Empire fleet.

If it weren't for the sun already rising on the horizon, the Sakura Empire would definitely have thought they'd encountered a ghost.

"Who's there! Who's nearby!"

Upon hearing the sound, Sakabo was terrified. He drew his sword and sped off, blocking Musashi behind him.

As the sake bottle moved, the entire Sakura Empire fleet went on high alert, unanimously surrounding Musashi in the very center.

On the sea, the silhouette of New Jersey gradually came into view.

She stretched and then yawned.

"Phew~ Really, I've been waiting for you here for hours."

The members of the Sakura Empire fleet exchanged puzzled glances. Although the ship equipment on the other side looked rather strange, it was still acceptable compared to Musashi's two enormous mechanical arms and the warrior figure behind him.

Since the opponent was a lone individual, the Sakura Empire fleet naturally had nothing to fear.

Maintaining their formation, the Sakura Empire fleet slowly approached New Jersey.

Who are you?

As she gripped the katana that was almost as tall as herself, Wakatsuki, the leader of the fleet, asked a question loudly.

However, New Jersey's gaze did not linger on any of the Sakura Empire ships. Her eyes were fixed only on Musashi, which stood in the center of the fleet, almost half a body taller than the other ships, with a large black fox tail behind it.

"You must be Musashi? The Yamato-class Musashi?"

The New Jersey man stared intently at Musashi for a long time, a look of excitement spreading across his face.

"That's right, I am Musashi."

"That's wonderful!"

"I am the second ship of the Iowa-class destroyer—New Jersey!"

Let's have a fight!

After New Jersey finished his self-introduction, Musashi's expression changed.

"You may all leave!"

Musashi walked around the sake bottle blocking her way, realizing that this was probably her legendary, destined rival.

"Lord Musashi!"

However, given Musashi's expression of wanting to duel with the other party, it was clear that Shugao, as her attendant, would not let her pass so easily.

You know, this is wartime, what kind of nonsense is it for you to be playing knightly duels here?

With such a large group of Sakura Empire members charging at her together, even if she were truly Iowa-level, wouldn't it be a matter of minutes?

"Sakebori, step back. You are no match for her."

Lightning began to dance across Musashi's ship rigging, as if the ship itself wielded the power of thunder.