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Chapter 214: Sisters

Having broken through the Sirens' blockade, the Eternal sped toward its destination.

Meanwhile, the garrison near the church also received the message.

After all, it was impossible not to notice the continuous explosions on the sea.

"Ah~ It's finally here."

"All personnel, ready for battle!"

Jean Bart crumpled the can in his hand into a ball and casually threw it into the trash can next to him.

Now, it's time to go see my sister.

On the Eternal, Richelieu was making his final prayers in his room.

At this moment, she was still unable to calm down.

If the intelligence is correct, then she is about to face her younger sister, whom she had lost but who has returned.

"Lord, how should I face her?"

Richelieu knew his sister's personality quite well.

It is almost impossible to persuade her simply by talking.

...

On the sea, Richelieu formed a three-man squad with Recklessness and Fear.

"Lord Richelieu, soon we will be able to meet our companions from the Vichy Church, won't we!"

Rupert showed considerable anticipation for the meeting with the Vichy Church.

Perhaps in her mind, the Iris Church is still the same Iris Church.

"Let's change the word 'companion' to 'reckless'."

The terrifying one, with one eye covered, glanced at the reckless man and reminded him to be careful with his words.

Upon realizing the terrifying nature of the Inquisition, Lu Mang quickly covered his mouth.

"But...but we've always been friends."

"We used to go to church together and have tea parties together!"

After thinking for a while, Lu Mang still believed that he had not done anything wrong.

"You're right, reckless. They're all companions."

"However, that was before."

"What we need to do now is to make them our companions again."

...

The sanctuary.

Jean Bart's order to assemble was quickly relayed.

At that moment, standing before her were Vauquelin, La Gallisoni, and Algeria.

At the same time, there is also a secret weapon that the Vatican has just sent.

A ship that hardly resembles a ship at all—Gascigné, the fourth ship of the Richelieu class.

"Tch~ They actually managed to pull it off."

Jean Bart stared at Gascoigne, who stood there like a dead object, for a long time, but could not glean any useful information from the other man's emotionless face.

Left with no other choice, she could only spit out a resentful curse.

"Let's go, let's go see our 'comrades'!"

Ignoring Gascoigne, Jean Bart led the Vichy Papacy's ships towards Richelieu.

The sea surface was now filled with mass-produced ships.

It is clear that Jean Bart never expected to persuade his sister with words.

In her view, fists are always the most powerful weapon.

...

When Richelieu and her entourage arrived in the waters near the sanctuary, they were greeted by wave after wave of mass-produced warships.

"Cardinal, shall we open fire?"

Since this was somewhat Richelieu's family affair, Robb handed over part of the command of the battlefield to her.

She was instructed to lead the Iris-themed ship to make initial contact with the other side.

Meanwhile, the Eternal and the Enterprise were hanging behind.

"Fire! Be careful, notify me as soon as you spot any ships."

Richelieu searched among these mass-produced ships several times but did not see the person he was looking for, while the enemy had already locked onto him with their main guns.

Sitting idly by and waiting for death is not Richelieu's style. Since his sister has made a move, he might as well accept it.

Moreover, how could these mass-produced ships possibly be a match for our side?

...

"Wow, wow, wow, all the mass-produced ships are wiped out!"

Vauquelan, who was originally assigned to scout ahead, soon returned to the ranks shouting.

"Quiet down, explain yourself, what happened!"

Less than a few minutes after the start of the battle, all these mass-produced ships were wiped out? Are you kidding me!

"Yes, it's true, Lord Jeanbart!"

"I...I saw Joan of Arc."

"She now has wings on her back, just like an angel."

"Then, with that gun in her hand, one shot could sink a whole string of mass-produced ships!"

Walkland, breathless, recounted what he had just witnessed.

At first, Vauquelin was amazed by Joan of Arc's current appearance, then she admitted that she was frightened.

It wasn't just the enemy's killing efficiency, but more importantly, the cold expression on Joan of Arc's face at that time.

Vauquelin swore she had never seen Joan of Arc looking like that.

"New ship equipment?"

"Let's go take a look!"

After hearing Vauquelin's description, Jean Bart had a better understanding of the situation.

It seems that my sister has really joined Donghuang.

...

"Cardinal, the enemy has been completely wiped out."

Joan of Arc flapped her wings and flew back to Richelieu's side.

Just now, in the battle against the voice in her mind, she should have gained the upper hand.

I believe that it won't be long before she can completely overcome the side effects of this machine.

"Thank you, Joan of Arc."

"It seems she's finally had enough!"

Looking into the distance, several figures are slowly growing larger.

Richelieu knew clearly that this was the person he cared about most.

"Everyone, cease fire for now."

"I should go and talk to them."

On the sea, two ships that looked almost identical stared at each other from a short distance apart.

Each of them held a huge flag in their hands.

However, the design on the flag was completely different.

"Long time no see, Jean Bart."

Finally, Richelieu spoke first.

"Ah~ long time no see. What's this? Bringing so many people here to pray?"

"You're still the same as always, Jean Bart."

"You've changed quite a bit. I heard you've changed owners again? Went to Donghuang?"

Richelieu was unfazed by Jeanbart's sarcasm.

"How is everyone?"

"Ah, thanks to the Royal Family, everything is fine. Dunkirk is currently undergoing repairs in Port Gabriel."

Richelieu fell silent upon hearing the news.

The royal family's past actions have always been a hurdle Richelieu can't get over.

The fact that it was brought up again naturally made her very upset.

"Jean Barth, come back, come back to the time when we were all together!"

However, remembering the purpose of his trip, Richelieu immediately perked up.

"Ha~ Sis, are you kidding me?"

Faced with Richelieu's persuasion, Jean Bart's face showed a mocking smile of anger.

"Are you suggesting we return to Azur Lane and get along amicably with the Royal Navy?"

"You're here? Are you kidding me?!"

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If it were someone else, Richelieu might have responded by saying something like, "The royal family had no other choice at the time."

However, Jean Bart, her sister, as someone who experienced the event firsthand, absolutely could not bear to hear such words.

Richelieu fell into a brief silence.

"This debt can only be repaid with blood, do you understand, my sister?"

Seeing that he had the upper hand, Jean Bart pressed his advantage.

"Instead of saying we should join your nonsensical Free Iris, you should join us."

"You know, everyone in the Vatican has been hoping that you could come back and continue to lead them."

“As a cardinal, you should not stand against the Vatican.”

As soon as Jean Bart uttered those words, Richelieu's face immediately darkened.

“You’ve changed over this period of time, Jean Bart.”

"You have learned to yield to the enemy, Jean Bart."

"The so-called Vatican is nothing more than a tool used by the Iron-Blooded regime to buy people's hearts and control their compatriots in the name of our motherland."

“I will absolutely not pledge allegiance to this so-called Papacy.”

...

This is a conversation destined to have no ending.

The two sides have always held opposing positions, and there are irreconcilable contradictions between them.

However, at the same time, both sides harbored certain fantasies about each other.

Both of them believed that the other would eventually understand their thoughts.

It has to be said, these are truly a pair of sisters who cause a lot of trouble.