Azur Lane Mobile Front.

Her eyes were firm and clear.

Tiny specks of gold shimmered in her eyes.

"To those who have strayed from the right path, may this pure light grant you salvation!"

"Unable to...understand...unable to...calculate the form in which energy exists..."

An expression once again appeared on the faces of the outside observers.

This time, however, it was terror that struck.

"Hehe, don't you understand?"

The observer of this world has revealed itself once again.

She looked at Richelieu with a solemn expression.

It's hard to imagine that such an expression could appear on the observer's face.

"This is the power called emotion..."

"Can't you feel it? This is unconditional, unreserved love!"

Richelieu's hymns continue.

The voice, as poetic and melodious as a song, continues to be sung.

Golden words appeared before her, accompanying her voice.

The sounds from the sky joined her chant, murmuring in unison.

As the chanting ended, Richelieu's gaze locked onto the Builder's Core Data Tower in the distance.

The iris flag in her hand suddenly burst into golden light.

The iris's mark was imprinted on the builder's core data tower from afar.

Space and time are anchored at this moment.

"Backtracking... execution failed..."

A path appeared out of thin air in front of Richelieu.

Amidst the golden, hazy light, figures stood on either side.

Gradually, the golden light focused, and the figures became clearer.

As the golden light faded, the ships that now belonged to Iris, or those that once belonged to it, stood on both sides like two guards.

With a "whoosh," they drew their weapons.

The weapons clashed, forming a dome.

At that moment, in the distant port of Toulon, Jeanbart seemed to sense something and looked towards the direction of Scapa Bay.

A flutter stirred in her heart.

"Sis?"

Meanwhile, somewhere in the world, another ship turned its gaze toward Scapa Flow.

"Is it a reaction from the Holy See Crown? No, that's not right! It's something far beyond that!"

...

Richelieu's eyes revealed a complex expression at this moment.

"Ah, it's been a long time, Jean Bart, and Clemenceau."

Some of the figures on either side were no longer beside him.

But isn't bringing them back their mission?

With that thought in mind, she straightened her back and took a firm step forward.

"Boom!"

As Richelieu took his first step, a muffled thud resounded in everyone's hearts.

The "Iris Ships" standing on both sides of the walkway neatly and uniformly retracted their weapons.

They held their weapons to their chests, offering Richelieu the highest tribute.

"Boom boom boom!"

Richelieu took steps forward one by one.

Behind her, a misty golden aura enveloped her.

The scattered golden rays extended backward and eventually connected with the door.

A crisp sound of space breaking rang out.

The door was torn open.

"What exactly happened inside?!"

As the ships closest to the door, the Scharnhorst Meta sisters were the first to face the golden aura surging from within.

These golden energies brushed over her body, and at that moment, she actually felt a warmth emanating from within.

Since the metamorphosis, at this moment, the broken heart seems to be gently repairing the wounds that had long been beyond healing.

"Although I don't know what happened inside."

Frederick the Great reached out and scooped up a ball of golden energy.

Before her, the door was completely obscured by the surging golden aura.

"However, this melody of the soul is definitely not a bad thing."

Frederick the Great involuntarily closed his eyes, as if he were enjoying it all.

The area around the door was still expanding, suggesting that the purpose of this golden aura was not to tear the door open.

Gradually, the world inside the door seemed to connect with the world on this side, becoming indistinguishable.

"Highest level spatial fluctuation detected..."

The Builder may really just be a machine with a humanoid form. At this moment, she continues to broadcast the collected intelligence without any emotion.

As the builder's voice faded, the world she belonged to fell into the experimental field she had described.

"what is that!"

The sudden appearance of a massive number of Sirens, the numerous builders, and the incredibly eye-catching tower drew the attention of every ship present.

However, what concerned them even more was the figure that was slowly approaching the tower.

Although shrouded in golden light, it was impossible to see who it was.

However, that sacred and majestic figure actually inspired a desire to worship it.

...

Richelieu walked step by step toward the builder through the walkway guarded by the "Iris Ships".

"To disregard life, to play with life."

"Trying to treat life as something that can be taken away at will."

Richelieu moved closer and closer to the builder's core data tower.

In the eyes of the builders, Richelieu was all they could see at that moment.

However, at this point, she was completely unable to comprehend Richelieu's existence.

Richelieu raised the iris flag high.

Under the golden light, the flag transformed into a king's sword.

At the tip of the sword, a massive beam of light shot straight into the sky.

Richelieu's sword merged with the pillar of light piercing the sky.

A scepter piercing straight into space took shape at this moment.

Richelieu, holding the scepter high with both hands, took another step forward.

A look of pain appeared on her face.

However, her eyes were incredibly firm.

In her heart, she could still hear the voices of those struggling to survive in the world.

The more this happened, the stronger the power that welled up within her became.

"Anticis!"

Richelieu's voice was solemn, sacred, and inviolable.

At this moment, she transforms into the judge.

"This is your punishment!"

A crisp sound rang out from the corner of her eye.

That was the sound of skin cracking and peeling off.

However, at this moment, everyone's attention was drawn to the scepter in the sky.

Like a divine scepter, it slowly slammed down from the sky towards the builders, the outside observers, and the core data tower.

"The shield... is calculated to be insufficient to withstand this attack."

"Backtracking...cannot be executed..."

"Cleanup plan, 99% complete."

"Estimated time...30 seconds."

"Correction: Estimated time unknown, affected by unknown interference...recalculation required."

Even now, the builder continues to diligently carry out her mission.

In this respect, she has nothing to be criticized for.

The divinely punishing attack, before everyone's eyes, slowly crashed onto the sea.

Aiming and such are completely unnecessary.

This world, which belongs to the builders, seems to have fallen silent at this moment.

The next second, a violent tremor began to shake the entire sea surface.

"Everyone, prepare for impact!"

The shield of the Builder's Core Data Tower, which had never been completely breached, crumbled like a piece of paper in the face of this attack.

With a series of crisp cracking sounds as the shields shattered, the towering core data tower crumbled into layers of fragments, plummeting towards the sea.

However, even with such a shock, the sea remained calm.

Because golden light covered the surface of the sea.

This is the primordial power gushing forth from the pearls and jade of Aquarius.

Golden light rapidly covered the entire sea area.

It brushed past everyone, and the ships felt as if they were bathed in a spring breeze.

It brushed past the sirens on the sea surface, and the sirens, amidst the golden light, transformed into specks of starlight and vanished without a trace.

Golden waves of light swept across the ocean and land, completely covering the entire planet in a short period of time.

Looking down at this planet from space, the once azure planet has turned completely golden, shimmering with a soft light.

"!!!"

Golden "waves" surged across Toulon Port, and Jean Bart, who had reached the end of his rope, wore a helpless smile.

Finally, must I return to that cold seabed once again?

However, when the golden light enveloped her body, she felt an incredibly comforting warmth.

Just like a warm quilt in the freezing winter, it makes you feel completely immersed in it.

In the hazy light, Jean Bart seemed to hear Richelieu's voice.