Azur Lane Mobile Front.

"It is time for my divine kingdom to descend!"

Marco Polo cheered loudly, quietly waiting for the dust to settle.

However... two minutes passed, then five minutes passed.

Everything seemed to be the same as usual.

"Well, Miss Marco Polo, is your performance over?"

Rob stood up and pulled Dido forward.

"Why, why is it stuck at the very last bit and not moving!"

Finally, Marco Polo, who had been so confident, showed a panicked expression.

Just now, she glanced at the instrument, and the number on it was stuck at 99.9%.

(Baidu Cloud and Xunlei both sent their congratulations.)

"So, I've always wondered why you're so confident."

As he spoke, Rob looked up at the phantom image of Marco Polo in the sky.

"These things of yours are obviously from the Sirens."

"But have you ever thought about this question?"

"If these things were useful, why didn't the Sirens use them at Scapa Flow?"

"And even if these things are useful, do you really think I have no way to deal with you?"

As he spoke, Robora pulled Dido aside.

"Dado, your stage is ready, sing your heart out!"

"System, redeem X-class special mobile suit—Rah Xephon!"

Chapter 585: Awakening from a Dream

Even Rob had to admit that his lousy system was indeed quite effective in certain areas.

As an X-class mobile suit, RAH XEPHON's entrance effects alone are enough to stun the entire audience.

Because Rob was still holding Dido's hand when exchanging the mecha, Dido skipped the step of touching the mecha herself to synchronize.

A milky white halo emanated from her body, enveloping Luo along with her.

Immediately afterwards, white feathers seemed to scatter and fall around the milky white halo.

This is somewhat similar to when Joan of Arc shed her fur.

"Huh? What's that sound?"

The Soviet Union, which was sitting in the spectator stands, also stood up and looked up at the sky.

“LA——A——A——”

In a daze, she seemed to hear chanting coming from the sky.

...

Inside the exposition hall, Richelieu, who was confronting Veneto, seemed to sense something.

She turned around and looked up at the sky.

"This feeling is..."

Unlike the others, Richelieu felt as if the strings of the "world" had been plucked as that incomprehensible song began to play.

"What happened on the Commander's side?"

Richelieu stared thoughtfully at the distant sky for a while, then turned back to look at Veneto.

"So, Miss Veneto, have you thought it through?"

"What should the real Romulus really be like?"

"Well..."

At this moment, Veneto was completely oblivious to the numb figures around him that overlapped with reality.

She held her head and squatted on the ground.

"I don't know... I... I don't know..."

With his mental cage broken, Veneto fell into a state of confusion.

The cage that Marco Polo built for Veneto was actually quite fragile.

That's why she needs the entire Sardinian Empire to work with her to implement this plan.

Because once someone points out the flaws in Veneto's thinking, she will realize her incompatibility without needing to do anything else.

“Then, Miss Veneto, please stand up.”

As he spoke, Richelieu took a step forward, bringing himself closer to Veneto.

"I..."

Lost in confusion, Veneto was pulled up from the ground by Richelieu in a daze.

I can feel your confusion.

"Hmm~ Just like I was back then."

"you?"

"Yes, when I saw my country sinking into an endless abyss, I didn't know what I should do."

"I just want to bring my motherland back."

"But I have absolutely no idea how to do it."

"But I was lucky, and eventually, I found my own direction."

Richelieu smiled knowingly as he spoke.

"Miss Veneto, if you can't figure it out, just bury this ideal deep in your heart for now."

"Whether it's the Sardinian Empire or Romulus of yesteryear."

"All you need to do is move forward step by step toward the future."

“I believe that the Romulus in your heart is definitely not one who is immersed in the past glory that has already passed.”

Richelieu's words gradually restored some light to Veneto's eyes.

Although it's clear that she's still confused at this moment.

But at least she's trying to look ahead.

"Phew~ Thank you so much, Miss Richelieu, and it's been a long time!"

Veneto let out a long breath and stood up straight.

"Yes, it's been a long time, Veneto."

"The world has undergone tremendous changes in the past two years."

"Is that so? It seems I need to find some time to listen to what you have to say."

...

On the small island in the sea, Marco Polo's face no longer held the composure he had shown moments before.

A bead of sweat dripped from her forehead.

"The prologue, has it been awakened?"

The instrument was flashing a blinding red light.

A stark reminder was constantly telling Marco Polo that the most crucial element of her plan had been ripped off.

"This...how is this possible?!"

Marco Polo couldn't understand it.

Under normal circumstances, whoever gets closer to Veneto will be more influenced by her at this time.

Therefore, she wasn't worried at all that someone could go and wake Veneto at this time.

Because this is something even she herself couldn't do.

When something overlaps too much with reality, there is no other possibility than getting caught up in a chaotic timeline.

However, there are so many things in the world that she cannot understand.

As a second-stage Pearl Envoy, Richelieu has absolutely no need to fear this level of spacetime distortion.

If she awakens to an even higher level, she can transcend even the concept of cause and effect.

At the same time, because of their similar experiences to some extent, she was also very suitable to do talk therapy for Veneto.

(So, whether it's mecha battles or anything else, verbal sparring is always the strongest weapon, right?)

"It seems Richelieu's situation is over. Dido, let's begin!"

Although Rob wanted to laugh at the sight of Marco Polo's face in the sky, he decided to put an end to the farce once and for all, given that the planned ship seemed to have run out of material for its performance.

Dido, having achieved synchronization, took to the sky.

Two enormous wings sprouted from beside her ears.

“LA——A——A——”

She closed her eyes and opened her mouth.

A song without any lyrics, yet one that everyone in the room could understand, was slowly sung from her lips.

"What an incredibly beautiful voice."

On the sea, Frederick the Great closed his eyes slightly, following Dido's singing.

This was a song she had never heard before.

"Commander, is this Miss Dido's singing voice?"

At the same time, a golden light flashed, and Richelieu, leading Veneto, appeared beside Rob.

Veneto looked at Rob with some curiosity.

For her, their previous encounter felt more like a dream.

"It seems that you have woken up as well, Miss Veneto."

Rob turned around and looked at Richelieu and Veneto.

"Hmm~"

Veneto nodded, but her gaze was already fixed on the Sardinian Empire's fleet on the sea.

She knew that now it was her turn to make a decision.

"Notify all departments!"

"I am Veneto, the flagship of the Sardinian Empire's fleet!"

"Marco Polo colluded with the Sirens in an attempt to overthrow the world."

"Order: All Sardinian Empire fleets, open fire on her!"

Veneto's voice, accompanied by Dido's singing, resounded throughout the entire sea.

"Heh~ It seems we've come to the wrong place after all?"

A wry smile appeared on Littorio's face as the Sardinian Empire's fleet slowly rotated its gun turrets beside her.

This time, their target was Marco Polo, who had just been giving them orders.

Chapter 586: Harmonizing the World

"Why, why!"

The series of unexpected events made Marco Polo restless.

Without the "wedge," the shadow of the past used to replace the real world gradually loses control.

The Sirens, known for their rigorous experiments, naturally wouldn't leave any room for a last-minute, self-destructive maneuver.