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After receiving no reply, the Prince of Wales immediately became interested in this unknown fleet.

"This is the fleet belonging to Donghuang. I am Commander Rob."

Having received the message in plain text, Rob had no choice but to reply.

After all, the two sides were not only friends in name, but Robb and the Royal also had trade relations.

"Oh, this is truly a pleasant surprise, Your Excellency Robb."

“Yes, what a pleasant surprise, Madam Princess of Wales. However, you have come at a very inopportune time.”

Sensing the helplessness in Rob's words, the Prince of Wales was immediately puzzled.

Just as she was about to press for more information, a shout of "Enemy attack!" immediately drew her attention back.

Several shells flew through the air, tracing arcs, and landed not far in front of them.

Judging from the number of ships and the scale of the splash, this should be a salvo from battleships.

"Tch~ Missed it? Good. This is the Vichy Papacy flagship—Jean Barth. Royal scum, are you ready to go to hell?"

As Jean Bart finished speaking, the once silent sanctuary came alive.

Cannons emerged from every corner, their target, without exception, the Royal Fleet.

"Jean Barre? Wait, could it be..."

Watching the changing sanctuary with vigilance, the Royal Fleet, under the command of the Prince of Wales, quickly adjusted its formation.

The voice just now, without a doubt, was indeed Jean Bart's.

Based on what Robb had just said—that he had come at the wrong time—the Prince of Wales immediately understood.

It seems that the flagship of the Free Iris, which fled the royal family, is also here at this moment.

A smile unconsciously crept onto his lips. He had unwittingly become entangled in the Iris incident; perhaps this was fate.

However, this does not conflict with the Royal Family's consistent stance.

"Lord Richelieu, the Royal Fleet has come specifically to support your operations."

"Hopefully, we're not too late."

A broadcast in plain text was sent out just like that.

Richelieu's expression changed immediately as he was just thinking about how to explain it to his sister.

She opened her bougainvillea-colored eyes wide and looked in Jean Bart's direction.

Unsurprisingly, the other person's face was filled with anger at being betrayed.

"Knights of the Papacy, heed my command, all personnel prepare for battle."

"All I see before me are enemies!"

After Jean Bart finished speaking, he turned his boat around and retreated back into the sanctuary's embrace.

Throughout the entire ordeal, her eyes never left Richelieu.

Besides anger, there was also a hint of regret in those red eyes.

In the end, she still had to confront her own sister with a knife.

...

Inside the sanctuary, Gascoigne, who had been in "standby" mode, opened his eyes at this moment.

"Execute... command..."

After saying this, the mysterious Richelieu-class fourth ship silently walked into the depths of the sanctuary.

There seems to be some secret hidden there.

Chapter 217: Now that things have come to this, war is the only option.

Back in his own camp, Jean Bart had a dark expression and exuded an aura that said, "Keep away, strangers and acquaintances alike."

The lively Vauquelin originally wanted to go up and comfort his boss, but the resentment overwhelmed him, and he quickly hid behind Algeria.

Algeria and La Gallisoni looked at each other in bewilderment.

Logically, they shouldn't have gone up to join the fray under these circumstances. But now, not only were there two ships brought by Richelieu outside, but the Royal Navy's force was also quite large.

Moreover, it is still unknown how many people the commander from the Eastern Empire brought with him.

Needless to say, this is an extremely difficult battle.

So, as the former head of the organization, Algeria had no choice but to bite the bullet and step forward, wondering why he had run into this mess.

"Jean Barthes..."

Algeria called out to Jean Bart, who had a dark expression on his face. The man turned his head and stared straight at her with a sullen face, immediately shutting down the speech that Algeria had just prepared.

"..."

Even Algeria is backing down; it's simply too terrifying.

"Walkland!"

Jean Bart stared at Algeria for a short while, his expression gradually softening.

She suddenly called out to Vaughan, and the ahoge (cowlick) on Vaughan's head popped.

"Here...here!"

"You're in charge of luring my sister's group away."

"Yes...yes!"

Clearly intimidated by Jean Bart's aura, Vauquelin accepted the mission without a second thought.

"Lord Jeanbart, with Vauquelin's abilities, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to deal with Joan of Arc, who has the latest ship equipment?"

Algeria stepped forward at this point, and she now had reason to suspect that Jean Bart, as the commander, was still out of his mind with anger, actually ordering Vauquelin to face a battleship and a destroyer with incredible speed alone.

Not to mention, there's also Joan of Arc's new ship equipment, which is really good at flying.

"Of course I know, so I will control the Aurora Wall to cooperate with her."

"I understand."

Algeria, confident in its secret weapon and still lacking a systematic understanding of Joan of Arc's current strength, nodded in agreement with Jean Bart's viewpoint.

Logically speaking, given the advantage of terrain, a destroyer should have no problem evading two ships.

Moreover, the Aurora Wall is not such a simple thing.

"Remember, your task is to keep your sister's team circling on the periphery."

"If you really can't do it, you can run away or surrender, I won't hold you accountable."

After considering the rumored new ship equipment that could fly and dive, Jean Bart added an extra sentence after assigning the task.

"I understand!"

Nodding solemnly, Vauquelin carved a wave on the sea and gradually sailed toward Richelieu.

“La Gallisonière, your mission is to lead the Royal Fleet into the range of the Aurora Wall, and then quickly disengage. I will arrange for Algeria to meet you.”

"As for Algeria, after La Gallisoni, you will lure the Royal Navy fleet into the Aurora Wall's attack range, understand?"

"Lord Jeanbart, what do you intend to do?"

After hearing the tactical plan, Algeria looked at Jean Bart with surprise. From the plan, she seemed to have understood Jean Bart's intentions.

"That's right, it doesn't matter whether it's my older sister's side or Donghuang's side."

"However, this royal fleet must be preserved!"

Gazing toward the direction of the Royal Fleet, Jean Bart's eyes were brimming with murderous intent.

...

While Jeanbart was setting up his tactics, Robb was also busy.

Anyone with eyes can see that persuasion has failed, and now the only option is to fight.

For the first time, Robb found the Royal Navy fleet so utterly repulsive.

Their "timely" arrival disrupted the plans here, causing Richelieu's persuasion to fail, and he himself could not speak ill of them.

Because the Royal Navy is now nominally an ally, and this fleet came under the guise of providing support.

This situation made Rob feel worse than if he had swallowed a fly.

“Madam Princess of Wales, first of all, on behalf of Donghuang, I would like to thank you for your timely support.”

"Then, let's discuss how to fight this battle."

Rob's voice sounded somewhat cold over the communicator, and he had emphasized the word "timely" in his previous words.

The Prince of Wales, a seasoned veteran, could easily understand what Rob meant.

However, in the communicator, she acted as usual, pretending not to know anything about her disruptive behavior.

“Lord Rob, His Majesty once said that in such situations, command should be handed over directly to you.”

"Therefore, please give the order!"

Without even looking, Robb knew that the Prince of Wales must be beaming with a radiant smile.

The Royal Family and the Iris are true friends for centuries, the kind who wish the other were dead.

"Our unit has never fought together with your unit. In order to ensure that your unit will not be accidentally injured by our personnel in the battle, please keep your distance and command the battle independently."

Rob took a deep breath to calm his soaring blood pressure.

In his subsequent reply, Rob's meaning was quite clear—get lost.

The Prince of Wales, who understood Rob's meaning, didn't take it seriously. This time, they would have gained enough even if they did nothing.

"Heh~ It seems that Commander is angry that we ruined his plans."

"Okay, listen carefully."

"We just need to advance slowly; it's acceptable if we don't achieve any results."

"Making your own safety your top priority."

"God bless the Queen!"

...

"Listen up, everyone, ignore the Royal Navy's fleet and let them do what they want."

"Our mission is to defeat the Vichy Papacy's fleet."

"By the way, try not to kill them."

After issuing the order, Rob thought for a while and then hesitated before adding a sentence.

He thought about it carefully for a while, and realized that sinking Jean Bart in front of Richelieu was a bit too hellish.

You have to understand, Richelieu has already lost Jean Bart once, and if he loses again, he might just turn evil on the spot.

...

As for the Vichy Church, while Rob and the others were making tactical arrangements, Vauquelin had already quietly infiltrated Richelieu's vicinity.

Looking at his companions so close at hand, Vauquelan felt a mix of emotions.

"Seriously... why did I even take this mission?!"

Chapter 218: Technical Strike (

"Your Excellency, it's been a long time. This time, I'll be your opponent!"

After bolstering his courage, Vauquelin stood before Richelieu with his head held high.

"Walkland, is it just you?"

Richelieu looked at Vauquelin, which had sailed to within a kilometer of him, with a look of bewilderment on his face.

Should we say that this destroyer was too confident in itself, or that it was too sure that Richelieu wouldn't harm it?

“That’s right, Lord Richelieu! There are just too many enemies to face! So, I’ll have to deal with you all myself!”

After saying that, Vauquelin fired a volley at Richelieu and the others from her main guns, then dropped a salvo of torpedoes. After that, she changed course and sailed toward the outer perimeter.