Azur Lane Mobile Front.

Compared to his reckless liveliness and impulsiveness, he is much more composed.

Moreover, what she is thinking about now is far more complex than that.

Strictly speaking, at this point, Ke Ke cannot be considered a member of the Free Iris.

Because, before the split from the Vatican, she was a member of the Inquisition.

When the Papacy split, the Inquisition, under the leadership of Clements, went into hiding.

Hidden along with it was the highest secret treasure of the Iris Theocracy—the Holy Throne Crown.

Now that the Crimson Axis has lost Sakura Empire, it's believed that Ironblood won't be able to hold out for much longer.

So, it's time to establish the orthodox lineage of the iris.

Is it Jean Bart's side or Richelieu's side?

"Bringing that commander to this troublesome place in Europe, Cardinal, what are your considerations?"

...

In the Ironblood-occupied territory, somewhere within the Vichy Papacy.

A ship with short blue hair and mechanical ears on either side of its head, which had been sleeping, opened its large, golden, cross-shaped eyes.

"Finally finished? Looks like we made it in time."

Standing in front of her was a tall ship dressed in black, with two small horns on its head and short, dark blue hair.

"Order..."

The blue-haired ship stared at the ship in front of it for a long time before finally uttering two words.

This emotionless, mechanical voice made the tall ship feel quite uncomfortable.

"Go and take the test, Gascoigne!"

The tall ship frowned slightly but didn't say anything more.

She handed the testing work over to the remaining staff and then turned and walked out of the room.

"Hey~ It's me, Gascoigne is done."

A virtual screen opened in front of her, and in the window appeared the face of Frederick the Great, the current ruler of the Iron Blood Army.

"Is the timing really that coincidental? Thank you for your help, Hu Teng."

"Stop rambling and tell me the next task."

"Our plan is about to take its final step: let's complete our 'Tower of Midgard'."

"We no longer need to pay too much attention to the Vichy Church."

"Soon, everyone will know that Ironblood will never yield to anyone."

Chapter 213: The Angel Descends

Thanks to the speed of their own warships, Rob and his crew arrived in Africa in no time.

This land was originally within the sphere of influence of the Iris Theocracy and the Sardinian Empire.

Naturally, the Iris Kingdom's share now falls into the hands of the Ironblood.

Under the cover of night, Richelieu, along with Joan of Arc, secretly sneaked into the port of Dakar.

The general who garrisoned this place was promoted by Richelieu himself.

With nothing else to do, Robo could only amuse himself by teasing his white-haired initial ship.

As night approached, Richelieu and Joan of Arc returned to the Eternal.

Judging from their expressions, the outcome of the talks was not satisfactory.

"If you want to impress that general, a mere verbal promise probably won't do much good."

"However, tomorrow is the key."

As soon as Richelieu returned, he went to see Rob.

"By the way, Commander, these two are comrades."

Putting the previous matters aside, Richelieu pulled over the two ships beside him.

"Terrifying, and reckless. But they're all pretty reliable companions~"

Rob politely extended his hand to shake hands with the two unfamiliar ships.

Rob's first impression of these two ships was—what huge twin tails and why does this girl have flowers growing on her eyes?

"Oh, you must be the one who spoke to His Holiness the Cardinal..."

The ship, named Reckless, immediately showed considerable interest in Rob.

However, before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the terrifying figure beside him who struck him on the head with a cross-shaped staff.

"I apologize for my rudeness. I sometimes speak rashly without thinking. Please forgive me."

Thus, Rob could only offer an awkward, rather than polite, smile.

...

The next day, all the garrison troops at Dakar were extremely excited.

During morning exercises, the general said that Richelieu was coming to see them.

So the soldiers tidied their uniforms up neatly, just like a guard of honor welcoming an inspection.

When they finally saw the blond cardinal, they could no longer contain their excitement.

The enthusiastic applause interrupted Richelieu's speech, and it took him nearly three minutes to quiet it down.

As Richelieu delivered his impassioned speech, many people's thoughts drifted back to their distant homeland.

May God bless you! Amen!

At the end of his speech, Richelieu's devout prayer drew the attention of all the soldiers present.

"what is this?"

Suddenly, the soldiers noticed something slowly drifting down from the sky.

"feather?"

A pure white feather drifted into the soldier's hand, but vanished in the blink of an eye.

Everyone looked up at the sky in confusion.

Joan of Arc spread her snow-white wings and flew over the soldiers' heads.

The gust of wind squinted the soldiers' eyes, but they all opened them wide.

The faces of everyone were filled with disbelief and the piety of believers.

"Angel..."

This was the first thought that popped into everyone's mind.

Some people wept at this moment, while others chose to kneel and pray.

Perhaps at this moment, they finally felt the glory of the Lord.

After flying around the field once, Joan of Arc slowly landed beside Richelieu, and instantly, everyone's eyes were drawn to her.

Seeing the soldiers' reactions, Richelieu knew that he had basically achieved his goal.

...

When Richelieu and Joan of Arc left the port, a large number of soldiers spontaneously went to see them off.

These two are currently enjoying considerable popularity among the garrison at Dakar.

Of course, this is not without its side effects.

For example, these people really want Rob dead.

Of course, Rob was completely unaware of this situation.

He is currently flipping through the poetry collection that Hai Tian gave him.

The next stop should be the Mozambique Channel.

...

When the Eternity arrived near the Mozambique Channel, the sirens on the sea had become dense.

Without a doubt, this was arranged in advance.

"These are probably ruthless methods."

"It seems that Ironblood has become much more attentive since the Vichy Church took over control of this place."

Richelieu stared at the dots of light on the radar screen, and his fists clenched unconsciously.

"Was it used to protect the Vichy Papacy's fleet?"

"Commander, let me go."

Joan of Arc glanced at the radar and asked Rob for permission to fight.

Seeing Joan of Arc's eager expression, the Shokaku sisters, who were traveling with her, had no choice but to retract their offer to fight.

Since the company hasn't made any move, Ruihe doesn't need to show anything extra.

Go ahead! Be careful.

There is no need to send out too many troops at once against these low-level Sirens who do not have high-level units present.

Moreover, Rob also wanted to see how Joan of Arc would perform on the battlefield after her upgrade.

...

A pure white angel appeared on the battlefield, but this time, she brought not good news, but death.

A massive beam of light pierced the battlefield, triggering a series of explosions.

With a single strike, a gap large enough for a fleet to pass through was cleared on the battlefield.

Joan of Arc observed the battlefield, and in her mind, a voice kept telling her how to annihilate the Sirens before her with the highest efficiency.

"Is this the voice the commander was talking about?"

Maneuvering through the air to evade the Sirens' counterattack, Joan of Arc flapped her wings and plunged into the opening she had just created.

The shells from the sirens' anti-aircraft guns hit her wings, creating sparks, but had no effect whatsoever.

The Wing Zero was not heavily armed.

Two rifles, two beam sabers, and a machine gun.

However, all of these weapons are designed to be incredibly powerful and capable of sending bricks flying.

Even machine guns were highly effective against these mass-produced Sirens.

Joan of Arc, rushing into an opening in the battlefield, split her double-barreled explosive rifle in two, and at the same time, two beams of light shone towards the sirens around her.

Although it's not as powerful as when it used the double-barreled weapon, it's enough for these low-level Sirens.

The beam of light in her hand continued to shine, but Joan of Arc herself began to spin.

The direct beam of light, driven by her, also began to rotate.

Before long, the entire battlefield was swept by Joan of Arc's beam, and on the sea, apart from the wreckage of the Sirens that had not yet completely sunk, there was nothing else.

"So this is the secret of this machine..."

Joan of Arc fell silent as she gazed at her masterpiece.

Just now, it seemed that she had no thoughts other than killing the enemy.

It was as if, at that time, she had become a weapon devoid of emotion.

"Indeed, it's quite terrifying."

"However, I won't lose to something like that."

Joan of Arc made the sign of the cross on her chest, flapped her wings, and flew into the sky.

In terms of unwavering will, Joan of Arc believed she was second to none.