Azur Lane Mobile Front.

Her focused gaze made Shoukaku somewhat uneasy.

Ultimately, ever since the Battle of the Coral Sea, she had always felt rather awkward about Lexington.

Now, with the other party staring at him like this, if it weren't for the fact that he had taken on this task himself, Shoukaku would probably have already fled.

Over here, Saratoga is doing "ideological work" on these brand-new Fletchers.

Meanwhile, Gridley was also busy.

To improve her work efficiency, Rob even specially called Aoba over from Sakura Empire.

The White Eagle leadership is now covering up this experimental accident as a mere incident.

Under media censorship, the majority of the public knows that there are several cities where things are in trouble.

However, there are many conflicting opinions in the market regarding the specifics of the situation.

The various false messages released by the White Eagle Command have confused people's minds.

Now, what Gridley needs to do is to reveal these truths to the public.

Saratoga and her comrades, as ships, are legally granted the same rights as humans.

However, to take action against humanity, one ultimately needs a plausible reason.

The fact that the White Eagle Command conducted such experiments on ships and caused such a major accident is the best reason.

This is also a right granted to them by law.

Iowa and her friends, far away in White Eagle, had long wanted to find out the truth of the matter.

However, due to the special nature of this incident and the blockade by the command headquarters, the desired outcome was never achieved.

But the White Eagle leadership probably didn't know that Saratoga and Gridley went directly to the scene of the incident.

They knew more than those in the White Eagle leadership who planned the experiments.

And Gridley's habit as a journalist meant that she would record everything she saw whenever she had the chance.

Originally, what Saratoga and her team lacked to carry out a "purge" of the command was military force that could be used on land.

And now, the command has built such a force for Saratoga and the others.

All the prerequisites have been met at this moment.

Now, all they need to do is wait for this unit to return to White Eagle territory.

...

Just as the White Eagle was about to undergo a fusion, an unknown ship crossed the barrier of the world and arrived at a small island in the southern Pakfik Ocean.

"Is this the world they spoke of, the world where Antix achieved a major victory?"

This ship has long, dark blue hair and two fox ears on its head, which are the same color as its hair.

Even in the humid and hot environment of South Parkfield Ocean, she still wore a fur-trimmed cloak.

She wore a dark purple dress with an opening at the bridge, covered by a sheer black veil.

The ship's full-bodied bridge design is almost completely visible through this thin veil.

She walked step by step toward the island.

She was holding a folding fan in her hand.

Her slender fingers, painted with dark nail polish, were unconsciously clenching tightly until the fingertips turned slightly white.

"The environment here is just too harsh."

She ducked to avoid the overly dense branches and continued walking forward, as if there was something ahead worth searching for.

As she staggered, a drop of thick, pure black ink seemed to drip from the folding fan in the ship's hand.

After walking a while longer, the view suddenly opened up before us.

Pushing aside the last bushes blocking its path, the ship came into view of some buildings.

Her eyes were fixed on the building ahead, as if her gaze could penetrate those simple walls.

In the very center of these buildings, in the most respectable-looking house, Musashi, dressed in simple white clothes, sat at his desk, recording each day he had experienced in this place.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and Musashi turned his head to look in the direction of the door.

"As expected, you're here..."

"You are..."

The person who appeared before him made Musashi's eyes widen involuntarily.

These are ships that should absolutely not still exist.

She witnessed his death firsthand.

"No, you are not her. May I ask... who are you?"

Upon closer inspection, Musashi noticed the difference between the ship before him and the one he knew.

"You may continue to call me Jintsu, Lord Musashi."

"Of course, if you're still going to be so serious, then just call me Supernatural Meta."

Chapter 492: Night Talk

Two familiar strangers sat on the ground.

In front of them was a tea table, clearly made by a craftsman whose skills were far from adequate.

There were no tatami mats on the floor, unlike those in the traditional style of Cherry Blossom.

Yes, it was just a simple piece of oilcloth.

"Lord Musashi, if I may be so bold, isn't the environment here far too rudimentary?"

Meta knelt on the oilcloth laid on the stone slab; the hard texture made her very uncomfortable.

However, because the person in front of her was Musashi, she did not dare to show it too obviously.

At this moment, Musashi was bending over, adding water to his and Meta's teacups to brew tea.

As boiling water was poured in, the smell of cheap tea immediately filled the air.

Do you think this place is too rudimentary?

"I think this place is quite nice."

Musashi filled two teacups with water and sat down on the ground.

Behind her, her fluffy fox tails lay casually on the ground.

Judging from the sheen of the hair on those tails, Musashi's life was indeed as impoverished as this house.

"So, Ms. Meta, what is the purpose of your long journey to find me, a person burdened with sin?"

With a warm and comforting smile on his face, Musashi gently blew on the teacup in his hand.

Instantly, the white mist at the rim of the cup drifted forward.

After smelling the aroma emanating from the rim of the teacup in front of him, Shentong ultimately decided not to pick it up.

"Lord Musashi, why has the Sakura Empire of this world become like this?"

Although she had inquired about the situation here before coming here.

However, when she actually arrived at the experimental site that had survived Antix's elimination plan, Jintsu Meta was still shocked by the current state of Sakura Empire.

Even without interacting with those people, she could sense that the people here were gradually losing their reverence for the eight million gods.

They gradually lost their former fear of ships.

The distance between "human" and "god" is being shortened.

After she investigated further, she discovered that all of this stemmed from the actions of the human commander of the Eastern Empire across the sea.

He defeated the once unattainable "god" before the Sakura Empire.

After that, he never stopped modifying Sakura Empire.

Perhaps the older generation of Sakura Empire residents don't feel any changes yet.

However, Meta could hardly hear those familiar songs from the children anymore.

Even though she comes from another world.

However, under Antix's "tuning", the Sakura Empire in all worlds looks almost the same.

Here, however, the Sakura Empire is forging ahead on a path that has never been seen before.

"It's simple, because we failed."

"And the loser must be dominated by the winner. Isn't that normal?"

I took a small sip of the tea in my cup.

Musashi seemed completely unconcerned about the matter.

"So, Lord Musashi, if there were a chance to restore the Sakura Empire to its former state, would you be willing?"

Meta ships, without exception, are all ships that have experienced the world being wiped out by the Sirens.

Meta is no exception.

She witnessed firsthand how everything she loved was reduced to ashes in the Sirens' firepower.

Now, she has finally found a world.

A world where the cherry blossoms of her memories can be recreated.

To achieve this goal, she even went so far as to violate the code of conduct of the Ember ships.

"An opportunity? To bring the Sakura Empire back to what it was before?"

Musashi, holding a teacup, smiled.

She smiled calmly, as if she had seen through everything.

Do you know?

“At first, when we came here to undergo so-called ‘labor reform,’ both I and my fellow companions harbored resentment towards that person.”

"Because in our view, it is only natural for the victor to deal with us losers after he has won."

"However, using this method is somewhat insulting."

Upon hearing this, Meta looked around.

"Isn't that so?"

"Hehe~ It doesn't matter, none of that matters anymore."

"Over time, I've come to see many things more clearly."

"From the moment I failed to decisively stop Akagi, the destruction of the old Sakura Empire was already inevitable."

Musashi raised his head, as if recalling the past.

"At the time, my eldest sister outwardly supported Chicheng."

"However, in her opinion, it doesn't really matter who leads the Sakura Empire."

"After receiving my older sister's support, I was still undecided."

"In the end, Akagi still went to that extreme with no future."

As he spoke, Musashi looked at the supernatural meta.

"You know what? After the defeat, when I saw the records of what Akagi had done, I wanted to kill my past self."

"They colluded with the Sirens and used their companions as experimental subjects."

“In fact, Akagi wants to transcend the boundaries of life and death.”

"She wanted to pull Amagi back from the other side..."

At this point, Musashi looked intently at Jintsu Meta.

"Supernatural powers, do you know what that means?"

Clearly, even after being meta-ified, Meta, who had witnessed many world ends, was now shocked by Akagi's actions in this world.