Azur Lane Mobile Front.

"It only proves that Yu Jin's Gao Xiong did indeed come to this sea area."

"However, that's all."

After Luo Bo explained briefly, Zhenhai and Tiancheng immediately understood.

"However, at the very least, we can tell from this scene the general direction in which that person is moving."

"Well, at least it's something I've gained!"

...

Richelieu is flying alone in the air at this moment.

In this world of disordered time, even she had to be on her guard.

Rob gave her an extra task—to go to Somos Island in the NA seas and investigate the situation there.

The closer they got to their target location, the brighter the streak in the sky became.

Richelieu would occasionally look up to observe the condition of the mark.

Suddenly, she abruptly stopped in her tracks.

"!!!"

Her eyes widened, and her pupils dilated rapidly.

From the very beginning, both she and the commanders who stayed behind to await intelligence overlooked a very obvious problem.

If time in this world is disordered...

Therefore, the streak of light in the sky should also be chaotic and without any pattern.

However, no matter how many times Richelieu experienced changes in timeline, the trace in the sky remained the same.

Even when Richelieu remained on the road and even when he looked back and saw himself on his way, the trace of light in the sky remained unchanged.

"What exactly is this—"

With a determined effort, Richelieu temporarily changed his course of action.

She flew upwards towards the location where the mark was.

"Commander, we've all overlooked a very important issue—"

At the same time, she also made sure to relay her discovery back to Rob, who was waiting in the rear.

Chapter 811: The Royal Fleet Under Attack

"Your Majesty, Rob suddenly stood up."

"commander?"

"Lord?"

Zhenhai and Tiancheng, who were nearby, immediately turned their concerned gazes towards them.

Even the corporate meta-analysts had a hint of doubt in their eyes.

"Ricelius, don't make any rash moves, don't go near that thing."

Rob grabbed the communicator's microphone and shouted at Richelieu, who was in another world.

"Hmm~ Don't worry, Commander, I'm just going to take a look—"

Richelieu's calm voice came through the communication channel.

"...Be careful in everything."

After a moment of silence, Rob still did not force Richelieu to move away from the trail.

Although it wasn't apparent on the surface, his own Oathship ship always had a stubborn streak deep down.

Moreover, that mark is an unavoidable hurdle in exploring this world.

"Don't worry, Commander, I'm not like that Jean Bart guy~"

Richelieu subtly made a dig at his younger sister before hanging up on Rob.

As she got closer to the mark, the burning sensation became more and more pronounced.

"Is the temperature rising? Or is it just my imagination?"

Richelieu slowed his ascent.

Even with the power of the pearl, she still felt her skin being scorched.

She squinted, forcing herself to look up at the sky.

The scorching light stung Richelieu's eyes.

She felt as if she were looking directly at the sun.

Tears slid down her cheeks, bringing a touch of coolness to her burning skin.

Finally, Richelieu turned his head, changed direction, and moved away from the trail.

"Commander, it seems I've been a bit arrogant~"

...

Richelieu only made a tentative approach to the celestial mark once before rationally choosing to give up.

After conveying to Robb that he was in good condition, Richelieu chose to rest briefly on the spot.

...

Compared to the slow progress in this part of the world, things are going much more smoothly in Dunkirk.

After calling Veneto over, the group simply hoisted the Sardinian Empire's flagship onto their shoulders and flew off in the designated direction.

Because the singularity was located in a very remote area, it took the group quite a while to encounter the first group of moving objects.

However, the other party's attitude wasn't very good.

"So, the first thing we'll encounter will be the Sirens?"

Dunkirk shook her head with a wry smile. After exchanging a glance with the Algerian beside her, she immediately reached a consensus.

"Hey? Aren't you guys going up and fight them?"

To Veneto's surprise, Dunkirk and Algeria chose to increase their altitude to bypass the Sirens' fleet.

"Sirens are a common sight in every world."

"We also have no need to communicate with them."

"At present, it is more important to find the original inhabitants of this world."

"Oh~"

"So, are we going directly to the nearby port?"

Veneto’s recent “study” journey has instilled in him a thirst for knowledge.

She always promptly asks questions about things she doesn't yet understand.

"Of course not, no matter what, we are 'outsiders'."

Soviet Russia shook its head.

"In other words, we simply cannot identify signals or anything like that."

"Rushing into the nearby port will only cause a disturbance."

"Then what about us?"

"Heh~ If we can't go to the port, then naturally we can only try to bump into each other by chance along the nearby shipping routes, right?"

...

Having determined their direction, the group sped off towards the continent of Europe.

Since Veneto is in charge of the communication, it would be reasonable to choose a location where Veneto would "refresh" normally.

After all, if a ship encounters the flagship of the Sardinian Empire in a place like the Pakfik Ocean, its first reaction certainly wouldn't be to come up with a question mark.

They would just think it's another trick played by the Sirens.

However, they also cannot get too close to Europa, especially the intercontinental sea.

Because Veneto really does "refresh" there.

...

A fleet belonging to the Royal Navy is on a mission to escort supplies.

At the center of the fleet, a ship stands out conspicuously.

She has long, white, ankle-length hair.

A thin white gauze dress could not conceal her hot figure at all.

Not to mention, the gauze dress itself only covers the chest area of ​​the upper body and the buttocks of the lower body.

In contrast to her revealing outfit, the ship has a huge skirt.

The skirt, resembling butterfly wings, fluttered gracefully in the air as the sea breeze blew.

Unlike other ships that have propeller-like devices on their feet, this ship sails on the sea barefoot.

A pair of delicate anklets at the ankles made the already fair feet look incredibly beautiful.

However, none of these are the most eye-catching aspects of this ship.

If there's one thing that makes her most special, it's undoubtedly her pointed ears.

A beautiful face, an elegant and full figure, paired with those long, pointed ears.

Without a doubt, this is the most beautiful image of an elf in people's imagination.

"Javelin, Icarus, Kent, maintain formation and drive the enemy out."

"Hmm~ Janus and the female general, please take charge of the rear of the team."

Although, as the core of the fleet, she was issuing orders to the other members.

However, the hesitation and lack of confidence in her eyes betrayed the fact that she was just a "new recruit".

"Albion, you did a great job!"

"Also, we're counting on you for air support."

The female general, with her rich teaching experience, immediately saw the problem with the ship named Albion.

Although she is qualified, in terms of both performance and status, to serve as the commander of this fleet.

However, due to her lack of experience, she always seemed insecure when facing her seniors.

"Yes...yes—!!!"

Hearing the female general's encouragement, Albion straightened his back and looked just like a good student.

"It's just a small Siren force, I'm fine!"

As the female general walked away, Albion encouraged himself quietly, while a group of carrier-based aircraft took off into the sky.

...

"It looks like we've finally found our target."

"The rest is up to you, Your Excellency Veneto."

"Huh? But it looks like they're fighting the Sirens?!"

The distant roar of artillery fire made Veneto's voice sound somewhat muffled.

"Heh~ Isn't that perfect?"

"Because of the Sirens' attack, you and the Sardinian Empire's fleet were separated."

"Now, is there a problem with you going to request the assistance of this fleet?"

Chapter 812: Third Kind of Contact (Mistaken)

"It seems like there are more and more enemies!"

Albion, piloting his carrier-based aircraft, looked rather grim.