Azur Lane Mobile Front.

"hehe..."

"However, Belfast has some matters to attend to now, so please excuse me, Miss Helena."

...

Hermite, who had been assigned to Robo's side, managed a strained look of confusion on her usually expressionless face.

She couldn't understand why the target she had finally managed to capture would suddenly break through the psychedelic dream she had created.

What's even more puzzling is how the other party managed to pinpoint their location so precisely while the surrounding fog hadn't yet dissipated.

"Thank you for your hospitality, Miss Hermite."

Before Hermite could react, Belfast swiftly cleared out the surrounding agents and mass-produced Sirens.

It's clear that the head maid isn't in a good mood right now.

"Now, isn't it time for Belfast to return the favor?"

"Little Belfast, get ready, we're going to use that!"

"Ok!"

As Belfast's lips curled into a slight smile, her body began to undergo a transformation.

The backpack on her back disassembled itself into several parts.

Then, it was assembled onto Belfast.

Her hands and legs were fitted with brand new armor.

The pair of gold-striped parts on her back, which she used to use as weapons, now resembled a pair of wings, lying across her back.

Her chest armor opened, revealing a golden sphere.

The spikes on the helmet have also shifted towards the back of the head.

Before long, Belfast appeared before Hermite in a completely new guise.

"Are you ready, Miss Hermite?"

"Are you prepared to repay everything you've done?"

Chapter 736: The Maid's Direct Route to Hell

Hermite, seemingly devoid of life, naturally did not respond to Belfast's words.

This shows just how bad Hermite's situation is right now.

If this had happened in the past, she would have at least exchanged a few words with Belfast.

Of course, this situation might be considered a boost for her.

After all, in this situation, Hermite is unlikely to be swayed by verbal attacks (laughs).

Although it was unclear why the ship in front of it could break through the fog and find its location, Hermite remained remarkably calm.

First, she had to mobilize a new escort fleet from the surrounding waters.

Based on the analysis results from his own computing terminal, he was likely no match for the ship in front of him in a head-on confrontation.

Moreover, news has just come in that an opponent that even the arbitration body would absolutely not want to encounter has now seemingly appeared in this world.

"...What a...wonderful result..."

For no reason at all, this sentence suddenly popped into Hermite's mind.

This left the Hermite bewildered.

Why would I say such a thing about this situation, which can be described as being besieged on all sides?

However, due to various reasons, she didn't have time to think about it further.

Whether it's Belfast, which is already in motion, or the chaotic thoughts spreading from the mainframe.

"Be careful, a large number of troops have been spotted converging on your direction."

"Don't worry, mistress, Belfast will handle everything."

Listening to the communication channel and hearing his mistress's slightly worried voice, Belfast couldn't help but smile.

"The company's older sister actually cares about us a lot..."

Little Belfast's voice rang in my ears.

"Hmm~ That's right~ The lady of the house actually cares about everyone a lot~"

It is the most transcendent entity in the port area.

If Belfast refers to the mistress without any prefix, then she must be referring to the company.

After nimbly maneuvering across the sea several times, Belfast drew close to Hermite.

She squinted slightly, her blue-purple pupils emitting specks of red light.

The armor on her chest opened, revealing the Gemini jewel buried within the Genion.

The golden light emanating from the pearls illuminated her face and the mist surrounding her.

"...!!!"

For the first time, an expression appeared on Hermite's face.

It was an expression of utter disbelief.

Through her gaze, all the data about the ship in front of her was uploaded to the mainframe in this world, and perhaps also to other places.

However, no matter where they were, they could not analyze any useful information about the ship in front of them.

The only thing we can know is that, by comparison, the power emanating from this ship is of the same origin as the power that caused the Builder's main tower to sink.

She turned her main gun around, calculating the direction of the ship in front of her, and the lantern on her forehead emitted a faint, scarlet light.

Several strange sounds came from the muzzle of her cannon.

The beams of light, which should have been azure blue, had now turned completely crimson.

Crimson beams of light surrounded Belfast from all directions.

"Oh my, what a warm welcome, Miss Hermite."

The head maid's face remained calm.

Her figure leaped between the beams of light, as if dancing to the rhythm of Hermite's attacks.

"Da~"

A crisp sound.

Belfast, having dodged an attack, snapped his fingers without warning.

A ball of energy appeared out of thin air in Hermite's arms.

"!!!"

Boom~

The violent explosion overturned her turret.

She was immediately thrown backward by the blast, thus interrupting her planned attack from the spot.

"Excuse me~"

An elegant greeting drifted from my ear.

Hermite turned around abruptly, only to find that the other person was already pressed against her.

Even the golden light emanating from the other person's chest shone onto his own face.

Before he could react, the other person's fist landed on his body, which had just endured a round of attacks.

What appeared to be a seemingly casual attack actually carried immense weight when it struck the body.

"..."

Belfast moved closer, closing the distance to Hermite in just a few steps.

Before the other person could land, Belfast kicked Hermite even further away.

"Oh~ so Sister Belfast can do this too!"

Little Belfast watched the head maid's fluid and graceful Eastern martial arts routine and couldn't help but sigh in admiration.

"Hehe, as your master's maid, you should be able to do things like this~"

"Mmm~ Belfast got it!"

As he spoke, Belfast slipped behind Hermite again.

With two punches, Belfast stopped the opponent's flight momentum, then kicked Hermite high into the air.

"Next comes the final attack."

The smile on Belfast's lips hadn't faded. With a light leap, he caught up with Hermite, who was flying freely.

"I'm sorry, Miss Hermite."

"Could you please—fall into hell?"

The head maid's expression was as gentle as a spring breeze.

However, she showed absolutely no mercy when it came to those who were involved.

Electricity crackled around her fist.

She reached out her hand to Hermite and pressed it tightly against her body.

The next moment, an unprecedented power erupted from the fist wrapped in electricity.

"!!!"

Unable to mount any counter-terrorism efforts, Hermite plummeted into the sea like a shooting star.

In her line of sight, Belfast, which was above her, also sprinted down with her.

"Goo~"

Using gravity, Belfast fell from the sky and kicked Hermite in the waist.

A burst of intense fire erupted from the propulsion device behind her.

Boom~

The two fell into the sea.

However, Belfast still did not stop.

Even the seawater couldn't stop her offensive.

The seabed of this world, under Hermite's transformation, is now covered with steel.

To be precise, the steel city that the companies saw before was what the world would look like after all the seawater was removed.

The steel-cast seabed was breached by Belfast's attack.

She led Hermite straight into the deeper parts of the cave.

"My esteemed Miss Hermite, it seems we've arrived at Hell~"

Belfast's voice echoed in Hermite's ears.

At this moment, she had almost lost all the functions of this container.

The last thing she saw was the other person leaping off her and disappearing into the distance.

Chapter 737: Tradition, Tradition

With a splash, Belfast leaped out of the sea and landed lightly on the surface.

She gently lifted the non-existent hem of her skirt with both hands and lowered her body.

"Remember, Belfast, even on the battlefield, you need to maintain a certain level of elegance."

Accompanying Belfast's words was a huge splash of water.

Emerging from the seabed, the beam of light from the explosion shot straight into the sky, illuminating the entire sea area.

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