Azur Lane Mobile Front.

"Lord Jeanbart, please help me deal with these battleship-type Sirens!"

Algeria seemed to know Jeanbart's temper all too well, and yielded before Jeanbart could lash out.

"Tch~ Leave it to me!"

Unable to vent his anger, Jean Bart had no choice but to direct it at a certain unfortunate siren.

Because it is backed by a port, at least for now, this fleet that maintains the Papacy has not encountered too much trouble.

"However, it seems that the number of these Sirens has not decreased at all."

"This is going to be difficult..."

Algeria looked into the distance after taking down a destroyer-type Siren with a single shot.

A dark mass of sirens filled her field of vision, and a look of worry appeared on her face.

It should be noted that, as vassals of the Ironbloods, their ports do not have much in the way of supplies and provisions.

Ironblood wouldn't be so kind as to leave all of these to them.

Chapter 394: Snow White

Even at its fastest speed, some time had already passed by the time the Agama entered the airspace above the former Iris Theocracy.

Since they didn't know the current situation here, Rob and his team could only use the most primitive method: searching along the coastline.

The territory of the Iris Kingdom is much smaller than that of the Eastern Empire and the White Eagle Kingdom.

However, the coastline of over 10,000 kilometers still posed a challenge for Rob.

Fortunately, Richelieu and Joan of Arc, who had a good understanding of the land, offered advice.

"Commander, please proceed directly to these ports."

As he spoke, Richelieu pointed out several points on the map.

"If this place has really been attacked by the Sirens, it's impossible that our fellow ships wouldn't have been completely unaware of it."

"If there's no news from one port, then move on to the next."

"I believe the ships here won't hide anything from me."

Seemingly confident in his prestige among the ships maintaining the Papacy, Richelieu was convinced that he could obtain the information he desired from these vessels.

"Then let's go straight here."

Joan of Arc, who had been silently standing to the side, suddenly spoke up.

It's easy to tell from her expressionless face that she seems to be using the Zero System to perform calculations.

Joan of Arc's hand pointed directly at Toulon.

"This is the largest naval port, the most suitable."

In this state, Joan of Arc was rather taciturn; she only said a few words and then fell silent.

Robb, Richelieu, and Zhenhai exchanged glances and nodded, indicating their agreement with Joan of Arc's suggestion.

It must be said that this time, Joan of Arc's suggestion saved the lives of Jean Bart and the rest of the ships.

...

"I think we don't need to ask anymore."

Looking at the smoke rising in the sky, Rob murmured to himself.

At this time, although it was already late.

However, the flames of war completely ignited the night sky.

On the horizon, there was a blood-red landscape.

Thick smoke was rising into the sky from Toulon Port, the largest naval port city in the former Iris Kingdom.

"Riceliu, contact the troops here immediately. Zhenhai, head towards the port. Joan of Arc, prepare for battle."

"If the people here are lucky, then there is still hope."

Although he only brought one mobile suit, one battleship, and one flagship with him this time.

However, this does not mean that the battle is over.

In terms of firepower, Robb had enough confidence in Joan of Arc.

"By the way, Joan of Arc, come with me for a moment. While we still have some time, I'll give you a level up."

Without waiting for Joan of Arc's reaction, Rob pulled her away.

At this point in time, Joan of Arc should be leveled up, firstly because she has enough experience points for leveling up.

Secondly, although Robo is just a little short of supplies to directly obtain the mechs from the shipyard, war is imminent, and holding back any longer could be fatal.

Furthermore, the upgraded version of Joan of Arc's machine is easy to use without any problems.

"System, exchange for a Level IX mecha, Wing Zero: Snow White Prelude."

[Relevant resources have been deducted; the unit exchange is complete.]

Rob couldn't wait to exchange for the machine as soon as he stepped into the hangar.

Immediately, a machine enveloped in pure white wings appeared in their line of sight.

Judging from the overall design of the machine, the Wing Zero Snow Princess Prelude is not much different from its predecessor, the Wing Zero EW.

The overall paint scheme of the machine body abandons the previous red, yellow, blue and white color scheme and adopts a pure white paint scheme.

Next, a brand-new wing-shaped component was added below the original ailerons.

Below the wing-shaped units, six dwarf star cannons are mounted, providing this machine with even more powerful firepower.

The addition of new wing-shaped unit components brought the total number of wing-shaped units on this machine to an astonishing sixteen.

The aircraft, enveloped in wings, stood firmly in the hangar.

At first glance, it looks less like a weapon of war and more like a work of art.

"Time is of the essence, so I won't say much more. Hurry up!"

With the battlefield about to open, Rob didn't bother with any more words.

Anyway, these two machines are pretty much the same in terms of how they work, so there's not much to say about them.

It seems that most of the upgrades to level IX are in appearance.

"Commander, we've arrived!"

Just then, Zhenhai's voice also came through the ship's internal broadcast system.

Joan of Arc glanced at Rob, then silently reached out and touched the brand-new machine.

"Zhenhai, I'm all set here. Open the hatch and let Joan of Arc out."

As the hatch opened, a pure white angel soared into the sky.

...

Near the port, under the relentless onslaught of the Sirens, the Vichy Papacy's fleet suffered a series of defeats.

Now, behind them lies the Port of Toulon, engulfed in flames.

"Die!"

At this point, Jean Bart had completely lost his previous composure.

Both main cannons had turned completely black from the fierce attack.

The eight cannon barrels lay there limply, clearly useless.

Having lost its main gun, Jeanbart is now fighting the Sirens using the most primitive methods.

Behind her, neither the Algerian ships nor the other vessels fared much better.

"Algeria, is there still no response from Ironblood?"

Using his own flagpole to sink the Sirens in front of him, Barr seized the opportunity to quickly inquire about the situation on the Ironblood side.

"No, Ironblood responded—tell us to figure it out ourselves!"

While answering questions from his flagship, Algeria also used its remaining main guns to deliver a heavy blow to a Siren.

"Special XXX!"

Jean Bart, who already had a bad temper, immediately swore upon hearing the news.

"Mount all the remaining mass-produced ships up there!"

"After it sinks, at least it can provide some protection!"

Out of desperation, Jean Bart could only come up with this desperate measure.

Inside the port, Dunkirk, who had been recuperating there, was also forced to join the battle.

Because the ship's equipment was not yet fully repaired, she could only stay in the port at the moment, using her main guns to send a small amount of support to her compatriots who were fighting outside.

The smoke and dust from the harbor had now blackened Dunkirk's stunning beauty.

She touched her face, continuing to endure the discomfort and adjust her main gun.

"This is... a feather?"

A pure white feather, in stark contrast to the surroundings, fell from the sky and slowly drifted down in front of Dunkirk.

She stared blankly at all of this, then reached out her hand, trying to catch that pure white feather.

The feather in her palm turned into tiny specks of light and disappeared.

She raised her head, and then suddenly her eyes widened.

In the sky, a pure white angel is fluttering her magnificent wings.

Chapter 395: Jeanbart: Even with Blood Pressure Soaring Three Times

A beam of light shot from the direction of the port, from the sky, into the sea.

The powerful energy immediately triggered a violent explosion.

A large area of ​​the ocean was swept up in the explosion.

The shockwave from the explosion nearly overturned Jeanbart, which was not far away.

"嘁~"

Jean Bart spat; she naturally recognized that beam of light.

"Jeanbars, is that them?"

Compared to Jean Bart's defiant expression, Algeria's face could only be described as one of relief and joy.

"Just look up and you'll see!"

As he spoke, Jean Bart himself raised his head.

In the sky, pure white angels are delivering "good news" to the sirens on the sea.

"Dwarf Star Cannon, fire."

After a destructive rifle shot freed Jean Bart and her group, the dwarf star cannon suspended on the six-winged assembly by Joan of Arc rotated forward along with the wing-shaped unit.

Several beams of light, slightly thinner than before, shone side by side onto the sirens ahead.

To deal with sirens of this caliber, destroying rifles is ultimately like using a cannon to kill a mosquito.

Joan of Arc performed a magnificent turn in mid-air, scattering a feather.

She accelerated and charged into the center of the battlefield.

Two beams of light shot out from the destroyer rifles in her hands, sweeping across the sea as she turned.

"Damn it, get down!"

Upon witnessing this scene, Jean Bart disregarded his pride and quickly rallied his companions to take cover.

Joan of Arc's attack was calculated with remarkable precision.

The attack that Jean Bart had anticipated, which swept across his head, did not occur.

Joan of Arc's beam of light passed right in front of Jean Bart.