Azur Lane Mobile Front.

There was a large area of ​​wreckage there.

And all of these wreckage pieces were brand new.

"..."

Having already made up her mind, Joan of Arc accelerated through the air and soared over the head of the war knight.

Although the mecha knight took the opportunity to launch another attack on Joan of Arc, she still managed to dodge it.

The distinctive sound of the sabotage rifle echoed once again in this sea area.

The scorching and dazzling beam of light shone once again on the mecha knight's armor.

However, this time, Joan of Arc's attack seemed to be just a tentative attempt.

She stopped attacking after leaving only a somewhat noticeable mark on her opponent.

Just as Joan of Arc ceased her attack, the mecha knights' attack arrived as expected.

Several black beams, thicker than before and carrying numerous light projectiles, hurtled towards her.

Joan of Arc flapped her wings and maneuvered in the air to evade the attacks.

If my thinking is correct...

Because the attack missed, the attacks that were meant to hit Joan of Arc instead landed on the subordinate fleets behind her.

In an instant, bursts of flame exploded on the sea surface, and smoke immediately filled the entire sea area.

Seeing this, Joan of Arc knew that the first step of her plan had been accomplished.

"..."

She turned her head to look in the direction of the mecha knight.

Sure enough, the wounds she had just left behind had completely disappeared.

"Plunder, huh..."

At this moment, Joan of Arc had a general idea of ​​the opponent's abilities.

"So..."

Since the other side is probably equipped with a "vampire mask", then as long as all targets in this sea area, except for itself and itself, are sunk to the bottom of the sea, there will be no problem.

And coincidentally, she is very good at this.

Having made up her mind, Joan of Arc flapped her wings and flew towards the distant sea.

The surrounding fleets belonging to the War Knights were quite numerous.

Just as Joan of Arc was about to turn and leave, a flash of crimson light appeared through the gap in the mecha knight's helmet.

The warhorse beneath its feet seemed to neigh at that moment.

Wielding their greatswords, the mecha knights closely followed the pure white angel soaring through the sky, heading towards the distant sea.

...

Beams of light pierced through the blood-red sea, and explosions echoed across the area.

Each time this beam of light and the sound of an explosion occur, it means that another large fleet of mass-produced ships has been sent back to the seabed.

However, as more and more mass-produced fleets were sent back to the seabed, Joan of Arc discovered that the red light in this area had not diminished in the slightest.

Instead, they gradually converged on the mecha knight.

"fanaticism..."

As the red light converged, the mech knight's attack frequency increased.

Meanwhile, those black beams have now evolved into beams of light the same size as Joan of Arc's destructive rifle.

Even the light projectiles that weren't originally very threatening are now several times larger than before.

Whenever the mech knights launch an attack, even Joan of Arc has to rise to a higher altitude to avoid their attacks.

"Zero, tell me, how many more enemies do I have to sink?"

After circling in the air, Joan of Arc asked in a low voice.

At this moment, through a series of tests, Joan of Arc had figured out the symbolism of the so-called war.

It can heal its own injuries by attacking other targets.

Meanwhile, as the number of subordinate fleets decreases, the power of the mech knights will gradually increase.

According to Joan of Arc's calculations, there was no upper limit to this increase.

In other words, if she continues to sink nearby enemy forces without end, the War Knight could very well become an invincible monster.

"The Sirens, they really created a monster..."

"If you want to beat it, you have to make use of the concepts here."

At that moment, a voice rang out.

Joan of Arc looked in the direction of the sound and saw a ship that had appeared on the sea at some unknown time.

A meta ship, exuding an ominous aura.

"You are... La Gallissonier Meta?"

"Heh, you can still recognize me? But your appearance is quite fitting, Your Highness."

With a self-deprecating smile, La Gallisonière Meta raised two battle axes.

"Thanks to your intervention, I've finally escaped from here."

"Death Knight, did you do this?"

"Ah~ that's right, compared to this, that's just far inferior!"

La Gallisonière Meta crossed his two battle axes in front of him and took a direct hit from a War Knight's beam.

Then... she paid the price for her carelessness.

"Cough—was this thing... ever this outrageous before?"

"This is 'war.' Once the wheel of war starts turning, it will never stop unless one side falls, even if both sides wish to stop."

La Gallisoniès Meta, who had been blasted a considerable distance by a single shot, struggled to his feet from the sea.

Several scars can be seen on her body.

"Consider it payment for helping me out of this predicament."

As she spoke, La Gallisonière Meta knelt devoutly on the sea and began to pray.

Loving Lord, I sincerely listen to Your words and will do Your commands.

Please consider my wounds as your wounds, and my enemies as your enemies.

As La Gallisonière meta's chanting grew louder, her wounds visibly began to heal.

At the same time, an inexplicable force began to envelop her entire body.

Even Joan of Arc, who was in the air, felt an unwavering will to win.

"What exactly is this...?"

"The embodiment of concepts, to be precise, is the embodiment of concepts related to faith."

"As a saintess, it's easy for you to do this, isn't it?"

As she spoke, La Gallisonière Meta looked up at Joan of Arc's angelic figure.

"I can give it a try..."

Although the Zero System did not provide a corresponding answer, Joan of Arc decided to give it a try.

"Ah, then pray here."

As he spoke, a bloodthirsty smile appeared on La Gallisonière Meta's face.

Combined with her terrifying double axes, she looked chilling.

After praying, La Gallisonière Meta was filled with power.

Despite being just a ship, she can perform simple maneuvers in the air to evade enemy attacks.

"Burn in hell!"

She fell heavily from the sky, her double axes slashing down with her momentum.

Several black crescent-shaped beams rushed towards the mecha knight.

The mecha knight was not to be outdone, wielding its greatsword and unleashing black beams and energy blasts.

The black crescent moon and the black beam of light collided instantly, and the black shockwave blasted the surrounding debris far away.

Meanwhile, La Gallisonière Meta was also thrown back by the shockwave.

At this moment, she looked solemnly at the mecha knight in front of her, which resembled a mountain range.

That last strike had gathered all her power.

Even so, they barely managed to achieve a draw.

"Is it ready yet...?"

La Gallisonière Meta glanced back out of the corner of his eye, turning his head slightly.

There, pure white angels were kneeling devoutly on the sea, praying.

However, what Jeanne Gallisoniès Meta did not expect was that Joan of Arc was unable to calm down and pray at this moment.

It was as if her faith had begun to waver.

"When my enemies also wield the authority bestowed by the Lord, what is the meaning of my battle...?"

Having lost the extreme composure brought about by the Zero System, Joan of Arc was now in a state of confusion.

"And just now, was that really a power bestowed by the 'Lord'?"

In a daze, Robb appeared before Joan of Arc's eyes.

"Ha, to think of the Commander at a time like this, has my faith begun to waver?"

"Then, Commander, please tell me, what has been the purpose of all this fighting?"

...

At this moment, Luo, who was in the Sakura Empire, suddenly felt a voice in his mind.

And the voice was quite familiar.

"What is the purpose of fighting?"

"Of course, it's to eradicate war!"

As if possessed, Rob answered the question posed by the voice in his mind without hesitation.

"Huh? Master, what did you say?"

Rob's unusual behavior drew a concerned look from the head maid.

"Ah, it's nothing, let's continue. Where were we?"

"Master, are you lacking rest?"

Belfast glanced at Rob with a puzzled look, but couldn't see anything unusual, so he could only assume that his master was just acting strangely out of habit.

“Alright, since you are alright, Master, let’s continue our discussion about your security.”

"Ah...continue, continue."

Shaking his head to clear the sound he had just vaguely heard from his mind, Rob assumed it was just a hallucination and didn't take it to heart.

...

However, unbeknownst to him, his voice actually reached Joan of Arc.

"The fight... is to... eradicate war!"

Joan of Arc suddenly opened her eyes, her gaze now filled with unwavering determination.

Without a doubt, her unconscious prayers received the best answer.