Azur Lane Mobile Front.

Apart from the splashing seawater that drenched Jean Bart's head, leaving the Vichy flagship somewhat disheveled, it caused no damage to the surviving fleet or the port.

"Jean Barth, why are you in such a sorry state?"

If there's anything more humiliating than making a fool of yourself in public, it's when you make a fool of yourself and happen to be around the person you least want to see.

Richelieu's voice came from behind.

Along with her voice appeared the airship, the Agama, which was unleashing a barrage of fire on the Sirens.

"you..."

At that moment, seawater mixed with smoke and oil slid down Jeanbart's face.

Her long, flaxen hair had lost its luster.

However, none of these things concerned Barr.

Her eyes were now completely fixed on Richelieu.

"Hmm? What, are you surprised by my appearance?"

Richelieu was intrigued to see his younger sister in such a disheveled state.

"嘁~"

Jean Bart turned his head away, ignoring Richelieu.

"Sect Leader..."

Compared to the "sisterly interactions" here, Algeria is much more frank.

"Okay, you... can go and rest now. Leave this to us."

Richelieu nodded to the ships that had once been his companions.

Although the two sides have different positions now, their homeland is being attacked by the Sirens, and neither side wants to dwell on such matters at this moment.

It has to be said that Richelieu was quite lucky this time.

...

On the battlefield, Joan of Arc, now equipped with a brand-new mech, is much more efficient at killing enemies than before.

With the help of the dwarf star cannon, she can spread out her attacks to target more enemies when dealing with these low-level enemies.

When encountering stronger enemies, the dwarf star cannon can also be used as an enhancement component to further increase the destructive power of the destruction rifle.

"Starting target search..."

Having learned the reason for the endless Sirens' army, Joan of Arc quickly wiped out most of the Sirens and immediately prepared to find the root of the problem.

"According to Joan of Arc and Jean Bart, they first encountered these Sirens in the southeast."

Richelieu delivered crucial intelligence to Joan of Arc in a timely manner.

"learn..."

Even though he had gotten used to it, Richelieu still found Joan of Arc's cold-blooded style of fighting difficult to accept.

She sighed silently and looked back at the burning port.

With the "valuable experience" provided by New Jersey and the calculations of the Zero System, a crack much smaller than the one Rob and his team had encountered before vanished without a trace under Joan of Arc's destructive rifle.

Even in Toulon, the tremors were only slightly felt.

Having defeated the enemy, Barr boarded the Gama alone.

Richelieu, however, seemed to have something to say to the Vichy ships and did not return to the Agama together.

Perhaps she wanted to take this opportunity to repair her relationships with her former companions.

However, with Toulon Port in such a state of chaos, it remains to be seen how effective her restoration work will be.

...

"Hey, what made you think of coming here?"

On the Gama, Jean Bart was still the same as always, acting as if he didn't consider himself an outsider at all.

Having just taken a shower on the boat, she sat down opposite Rob in a form-fitting corset and hot pants, without even putting on a coat.

Looking at the battleship that still seemed to be radiating heat, Rob was at a loss for words.

However, given that he was currently busy saving the world, Rob thought it best not to waste any more words.

"Don't say so much, just tell me if I arrived in time."

"Tch~ Thanks a lot!"

Jean Bart himself didn't actually have any particular feelings about Robb bringing people to rob him.

However, Robb bringing Richelieu along raises some questions.

Although they are sisters, their relationship is currently quite awkward due to various reasons.

After staring at Rob for a long time, Jean Bart reluctantly thanked him.

"Tsk, simply saying thank you isn't enough."

What do you want?

"Do you have any supplies? I don't need much, just thirty or forty million will be enough."

Because of the previous upgrade to Joan of Arc, Robo's resource shortage has increased again.

The mecha in the "shipyard" really piqued Rob's interest, which led him to set his sights on Jean Bart.

As soon as he finished speaking, Jean Bart's eyes widened.

"What...did you just say?"

“Oh, what I mean is, Miss Jeanbart, do you think you could settle my rescue fee? It should only be thirty or forty million.”

"After all, I've come all this way, you can't expect me to lose money!"

As he spoke, Rob reached out his hand to Jean Bart, as if asking for payment.

"You...you're watching this port!"

Jean Bart pointed outwards.

"See if you see anything worth thirty or forty million, and you can move it yourself!"

Jeanbart had lost count of how many times his blood pressure had spiked that day.

In Miss Pirate's mind, there was no problem in paying Rob.

But isn't it a bit odd that you're asking for payment at this time?

So now Jeanbart is staring at Robb with a fierce look on his face.

I must say, combined with Jean Bart's pretty face, she actually looks quite cute.

Chapter 396: Richelieu's Footsteps

Richelieu walks through the still-burning port of Toulon.

She looked around and saw only devastation.

The cries of the injured kept echoing in her ears.

The sirens used their cannon fire to tell the people in this long-suffering port—your enemy has always been us.

Some of the survivors of the previous attacks walked the streets.

Their eyes were lifeless, as if they had lost all hope for the future.

Whether it's the Ironblood, the Royal Family, or the Sirens.

In their hearts, these things would one day take their lives.

They lived, but that was all.

A sharp pain rose in Richelieu's heart.

She bit her lip, wanting to go among these people.

However, the people here acted as if they no longer recognized her.

His gaze lingered on her for only a moment before he numbly looked away.

Richelieu continued walking forward, when suddenly she saw a hand, blackened by smoke, weakly reaching out from beneath the rubble.

Realizing what was happening, Richelieu crossed the distance in a few steps.

She looked with delight at the arm, which, though torn and bleeding, still seemed to have a life of its own.

At least, there is still one life that she needs to save.

Completely disregarding her luxurious dress, Richelieu squatted down and grabbed the still-heating stone.

"Hold on, I'll get you out of here right away!"

Just as Richelieu was preparing to rescue the dying man, a familiar yet unfamiliar voice rang out from the other side.

Richelieu looked in the direction of the sound and discovered that it was Dunkirk.

At this moment, the opponent's long silver-white hair had been stained with a layer of gray-black from the previous smoke of battle.

The uniform he was wearing was now quite tattered.

Dunkirk also noticed Richelieu's gaze at this moment, and the two met again in a situation that neither of them had expected.

Although both sides have a lot to say, it is clear that now is not the time.

The two nodded slightly in acknowledgment before refocusing their attention on the rescue work.

As a warship, even if it is stronger than an ordinary person when its equipment is not in use, its strength is only limited.

But now, Richelieu's slender arms are bursting with unimaginable power.

Pieces of rubble were quickly moved aside by the effort of these arms.

Finally, after taking two ships some time, the rubble burying the survivor was successfully removed, revealing a face that appeared to be no longer young.

"water..."

Two faces, covered in dust but still stunningly beautiful, appeared before the survivor's eyes.

However, at this moment, even the most beautiful face cannot compare to a sip of water.

"here!"

Richelieu quickly handed over a pot of water and carefully fed it to the survivor.

Meanwhile, Dunkirk was already contacting operational medical institutions to provide assistance.

...

As they watched the stretcher carry away the survivor, Richelieu and Dunkirk finally managed a smile.

At least, they successfully saved a life.

"Cardinal, it's been a long time."

"You too, long time no see."

The two stood amidst the rubble, gazing at each other.

"Dunkirk, why are the people here like this...?"

"Numbness, right?"

Dunkirk quickly learned what Richelieu wanted to ask.

“Cardinal, we are now nothing more than losers living in the shadow of iron and blood.”

"We don't know how to give people hope."

"All we can do is keep them alive."

At this point, an overwhelming sadness welled up on Dunkirk's face.

Even they themselves are now nothing more than insignificant pawns in the hands of the Iron-Blooded.

When the port was attacked by the Sirens, Ironblood's response was nothing more than to let them fend for themselves.

"I understand!"