Azur Lane Mobile Front.

Everyone thought of the same question at the same time.

Could this sound be brought by these butterflies?

"Is this... reasonable?"

However, before everyone could figure out the rationale behind the butterfly's chirping, a scene they would never forget unfolded before their very eyes.

When these dazzling butterflies flew into the harbor and passed over the port facilities, everyone stared wide-eyed.

Whether it's the cranes in the port or the goods stranded there, when they encounter these butterflies, they all melt away like snow under the sun.

"Run! Run!"

Someone shouted this, and the crowd that had been watching the commotion immediately ran in the opposite direction of the port.

However, how can two legs outrun something with wings?

The butterflies quickly caught up with them.

Screams immediately erupted from the crowd.

Everyone thought that today was their last day.

However, after a long time, the soft chirping sound still lingered in my ears.

However, for some reason, my body started to tremble uncontrollably.

"ah!!!"

As soon as people opened their eyes, waves of screams, louder and louder, instantly filled the entire harbor.

Those butterflies seemed to be intentionally avoiding anything alive.

Whether it was people, birds, cats, or dogs, none of them were injured.

However, they took away all the clothes people were wearing.

In an instant, the entire Ironblood faction and all its ports simultaneously convened an "Unveiling Conference".

...

"Um...do it this way..."

Richelieu, who brought Shinano here, was looking at the large white fox beside him with a completely blank expression.

"Hmm? But what Luo Jun told me was to destroy all the facilities in the port, without causing any loss of life."

"is there a problem?"

Clearly, the big fox was unaware of what it had done.

Or perhaps she realized it, but didn't take it seriously.

"No...no..."

Richelieu hesitated for a while, but ultimately gave up the idea of ​​negotiating with the big fox.

Anyway, this wasn't the task the commander gave him.

Why bother with this?

...

At this moment, Luo, far away in Sakura Empire, was completely unaware of what his newlywed wife had done.

He was studying the various data of the Turn-A Gundam on the system panel.

"So, even the system can only produce a Turn-A Gundam with 3% of its power output?"

"However, it seems there is still room for maneuver."

Rob looked at the two remaining unclaimed pearls.

Although it has never appeared in Super Robot Wars, the Turn-A Gundam, a dark history character, actually did appear in SD Gundam, which is next to Super Robot Wars.

Chapter 794: Prince Eugen's Response

Somewhere in the Iron Blood.

Gneisenau was walking briskly down the corridor.

She had to deliver all the new information coming from various places to Prince Eugen as soon as possible.

However, this time, the seriousness on her face seemed to falter.

She felt somewhat embarrassed when she thought about the intelligence that had just come from ports around the world.

Even the initial shock was somewhat overshadowed by this awkward situation.

"Dong dong dong."

Gneisenau knocked three times on the door of Prince Eugen's office, and immediately the other party's voice came from inside the room.

"Come in."

"That one made a move, and it was more intense than we had imagined."

"Although...it was somewhat unexpected."

After much hesitation, Gneisenau opted for a more conservative approach.

"Wow~ Let me see."

Prince Eugen immediately became interested.

In her plan, Rob's side taking action against the Ironbloods was something that had been taken into account long ago.

The only thing she couldn't be sure of was what method Rob would use to retaliate against her for choosing this particular time.

When Princess Eugen received the intelligence reports on the real-time conditions of ports around the world from Gneisenau, a strange expression gradually appeared on her face.

The reason is also very simple.

All the intelligence, whether in written descriptions or video footage, came from cities adjacent to the port.

In other words, the attacked port lost all ability to transmit messages at that time.

According to the intelligence report, the person delivering the intelligence rode a horse, naked, to a nearby city to send the message out.

Those butterflies that suddenly appeared seemed to be consciously attacking all inanimate objects.

Upon receiving the news, neighboring cities immediately dispatched planes to the area in an attempt to obtain further information.

Without exception, all of these planes were attacked by the butterflies when they reached the edge of the airspace above the port.

Just like the buildings in the port, it was dismantled without any struggle.

"Did they simply erase all traces of industrial civilization from these ports?"

After repeatedly perusing the messages from various places, Prince Eugen's face no longer held its usual composure.

She anticipated Rob's actions, but ultimately underestimated him.

"What about the ships docked in the port?"

Prince Eugen reviewed the messages again, but found no information about any damaged ships.

"The ships that were docked in the port were all released."

"But... in the current situation, the ships are no longer of any use."

There was a hint of bitterness in Gneisenau's words.

In less than an hour, all the ports belonging to the Ironblood faction were reduced to their pre-industrial state.

Now, in those ports, the only resources still available are human and animal power.

Clearly, these things are insufficient to support the operation of the ships.

"Oh dear, so they've preserved our last chance to defend ourselves?"

Rob's actions were not hard to guess.

He deliberately spared the ships docked in the port, and his purpose was simple and clear.

The point is to allow Ironblood to put up a fight when the Royal Army raids their base.

After all, if Jean Bart's side really fails to block the Royal Navy's fleet, Ironblood will truly be overwhelmed by the Royal Navy.

This is definitely not what Rob wanted to see.

"What do we do now?"

Gneisenau frowned as he looked at Prince Eugen.

"Hehe, although it's a bit troublesome, let's notify the ships docked in the port."

"Execute patrol missions according to the standards for sudden incidents."

"Yes, just expand the patrol area a little."

"But...this!"

Gneisenau was puzzled.

Now that all port facilities have been lost, these ships will be unable to carry out their missions once they are out there.

When they returned, both resupply and maintenance became major problems.

At that time, Ironblood truly lost all its fighting power.

"Hehe, trust me, just do as I say."

Princess Eugen offered no explanation; she simply took out her communicator again.

"Now, shouldn't you be here too?"

As he spoke, Prince Eugen's communicator was activated, and a virtual window popped up.

And what appeared in the window was, of course, Luo.

"By now, I believe you have already received the 'return gift,' haven't you?"

In the video, Rob doesn't look too good.

After all, no one would be happy if their wedding was ruined like that.

"Hehe~ Indeed, it's quite a valuable gift~"

The playful expression that Prince Eugen usually wore was gone from his face.

"So, what are you going to do next?"

"Is it to acknowledge my iron-fisted rule, or—turn to help Bismarck?"

"Heh, isn't this an internal matter for your Ironblood faction?"

Why should I get involved?

"My 'return gift' just now was merely me venting my anger."

In the picture, Rob has a slight smile on his lips.

"Now, I have vented my anger."

"I have no intention of getting involved in your business."

"Oh, right, I forgot to tell you."

"Land swept by moonlight butterflies will never be able to grow crops again."

"If you don't want the entire Ironblood to starve to death, then stop trying any more tricks."

"It's so annoying!"

After saying that, just like last time, Rob hung up the call.

Prince Eugen was left staring blankly at the now-vanished virtual screen, his face filled with astonishment.

Hehe~

After a while, Prince Eugen let out a few soft laughs.

She leaned back, resting herself against the back of the chair.

Looking up at the ceiling, Prince Eugen murmured to himself, "Of course, there won't be any tricks."

"Because everything has already been done~"