Azur Lane Mobile Front.

"Leave those enemies to me."

"But!"

Before Marseillaise could object, Richelieu forcibly pinned her to the bed.

"Oh dear, could you please look after her for a moment? I'll be right back."

"Hey, I'll go with you!"

Seeing that Richelieu was about to leave, Jean Bart stood up and followed behind Richelieu.

"and many more!"

It is clear that Marseillaise, having lived alone here for so long, is completely unaware of the changes in the outside world.

In her mind, Richelieu and Jean Bart are still the same as they were back then.

Therefore, dealing with this level of combat would be very difficult for the two of them.

Thinking of this, Marseillaise struggled to get up.

"Don't worry."

Sitting on the edge of the bed, the terrifying figure quietly stopped Marseillaise's actions.

"But..."

"The two of them are no longer the same as they used to be."

"An enemy of this caliber is nothing to fear."

"What...no, I have to go!"

The terrifying rhetoric did not convince Marseillaise.

After all, this matter was completely beyond her comprehension.

Breaking free from the terrifying grasp, Marseille immediately chased after Richelieu and Jeanbart, running outside.

"Hey~"

With a sigh, Ke Bu stood up and walked helplessly outside.

...

The outskirts of Saint Helena.

Richelieu and Jeanbart had already equipped themselves with the mechs.

Before them stood a newly emerged group of sirens.

"Another Agent-level enemy...?"

Finding that the enemy was not particularly troublesome, Richelieu was in no hurry to make a move.

She looked around for a while and realized that the Sirens' lines seemed to have been deliberately left with a gap.

"Jeanbart, did you notice that?"

"How could I not notice that!"

“But Jeanbart, look at that siren nearby.”

Following Richelieu's finger, Jean Bart looked again.

Unlike the sirens in other places, the sirens in that small area of ​​the sea aimed their cannons at a seemingly empty expanse of water.

"Something's wrong!"

"I'll go take a look!"

As he spoke, the thrusters on Jean Bart's back accelerated, sending Jean Bart flying.

"...Really..."

Seeing that the newly appeared sirens were still some distance from the island's fortress, Richelieu decided to go and check out the anomaly.

When Jean Bart and Richelieu arrived at this sea area, the Sirens around them still did not make any move.

They continued to stare blankly at the empty body of water.

Is there... anything here?

Jean Bart looked around carefully, but couldn't see anything.

"No, Jean Bart, there really is something here..."

Unlike Jeanbart, Richelieu did see something different.

"If you carefully compare the color near the surface of this body of water with other places, you will see the difference."

Following Richelieu's method, Jean Bart observed it carefully once again.

This time, she discovered that a very thin reddish-black mist seemed to permeate the lower airspace above this area.

Unless you compare them carefully, you wouldn't notice them at all with ordinary observation.

"Hey, this place seems to be inside the Unicom Fortress, right?"

Jean Bart frowned and looked in the direction of the fortress.

"If our observation just now is correct, yes."

"So, the problem originates from inside the fortress?"

"Were these sirens actually attracted by this thing?"

"We'll have to ask the 'Burning Star' and the 'Marseillaise' about that."

"You must understand, this is, after all, the fortress of the Court of Justice."

As he spoke, Richelieu looked at the Sirens who were slowly approaching Saint Helena.

"However, it seems we should entertain the 'guests' first."

"Ah, you're right!"

...

When Marseillaise stumbled to the edge of the island, the sight before her made her eyes widen in astonishment.

"What exactly is this...?"

In her eyes, a scene appeared that she could never have imagined in her life.

Jeanbart, which should have been a battleship, was now performing unpredictable maneuvers in the air.

Beams of light shot out from the weapon in her hand.

Each beam of light could sink a Siren.

The sirens, however, were completely unable to mount an effective counterattack against Jeanbart in the air.

On the other hand, Cardinal Richelieu's position was even more horrifying to Marseillaise.

The magnificent and imposing "ship equipment" adorned her body.

A crown-like structure surrounded her.

Just by standing there, she made Marseille feel a faint urge to kneel down.

She casually wielded the sword in her hand, which resembled a king's scepter.

Streaks of pure golden light flashed, and the sirens were cut down like wheat.

"As I said, an enemy of this magnitude is not worth mentioning at all."

Just when Marseillaise felt her worldview was about to collapse, Fear came to her side.

"What...what are these...why did they become like this?"

"Ah~ this story might be a bit long."

"During the time you stayed here, the world has changed a lot."

"However, if you want to know the clearest details, I suggest you ask them directly."

Seeing that the look of horror in Marseille's eyes had not diminished at all, for some reason, Ke Bu suddenly found it quite interesting to see this battle angel with such an expression.

So, she decided to give Marseille some more nasty material.

"By the way, I have something to tell you. The Iris Theocracy is probably going to be re-established soon."

"!!!"

Chapter 599: The "Judgment" is Approaching

Marseille curled up in a ball, sitting on her bed with her legs wrapped around her chest.

Before her stood Richelieu, who had just finished recounting a long passage of his past.

At this moment, the bishop's daughter, who was a little thirsty, was leisurely holding a teacup and sipping the tea in it.

She knew that the battle angel in front of her would need some time to process the information she had just shared.

"Commander or something..."

"It's truly unbelievable..."

Marseillaise muttered softly.

The Iris Theocracy did have the role of Commander back then.

However, compared to other factions, the existence of commanders in the Iris Theocracy is more complex.

Rather than frontline commanders, they were more like chaplains accompanying the troops.

As a battle angel, Marseillaise could not possibly imagine the existence of a real commander.

To put it more accurately, her life revolved around only one word: battle.

"Yes, I know it's hard for you to accept."

"However, you might not feel that way after you've met the Commander?"

"Is that so..."

...

Sardinian Empire, Mount Vesuvius.

A figure, leaning on a staff, gazes at the distant crater.

At this moment, the crater was as calm as if it had died.

However, everyone knows that deep within it lies a terrifying power.

"It seems all the arrangements have become a joke."

The figure reached out and threw the piece of paper in its hand, letting it drift away in the wind.

At this final moment, it seems that densely packed words can still be seen on it.

These words describe everything that happened at the Sardinian Empire Expo a few days ago.

"The restoration of our motherland seems to be just around the corner."

"only..."

"You will be the true liberator of the iris..."

"Could it be the second Ironblood?"

...

Scene from the Sardinian Empire Expo.

There is not much time left before this grand expo comes to an end.

All factions are making the most of this last bit of time, sprinting towards their goal.

Inside Rob's room, unaware that he was being targeted again, Rob was listening intently to St. Louis's summary of the situation in Donghuang over the past few days.

Just then, a figure peeked inside from the doorway.

Although she tried her best to conceal her figure, her long purple hair still betrayed her identity.

Seeing this, Rob gestured for St. Louis to pause.