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"Well, that's impressive, Enterprise. Your perception is excellent."

Enterprise did not answer. Raindrops flowed down the brim of her white hat. She reached into the void and held the mechanical bow tightly in her hand.

A strange object suddenly appeared on the howling sea.

In the distance, a gray colloid object like a slime was floating on the sea water, drifting with the waves. One could see substances of similar color to its body in the air and sea water continuously flowing into the colloid object, making its size visibly grow larger.

Suddenly, the 'Slime' seemed to have sensed something and moved towards the direction of the ship girls.

In front of this thing, the sea water was no different from the calm water, it crawled forward, and in the blink of an eye it crossed the long distance and appeared before everyone's eyes.

"These things don't have names, but we generally call them 'beasts'. They never stop, never stop, can't communicate, and have no clear meaning. It's unknown whether they are man-made or some kind of natural creature. We only know that these savage things have malice towards any orderly thing. This malice is not limited to man-made things. Symmetrical flowers and natural and regular rocks are all prey for these things."

There was always a hint of solemnity in the Purifier's nonchalant voice.

"What a bunch of...what a bunch of incomprehensible monsters. Now, we have gathered all the 'beast matter' on this planet. You have only one mission. While we have cut off the beast's ability to call, destroy them completely!"

Chapter 470: Meta's Heart

In the real world, Azur Lane port area.

Wuming stayed quietly in the command room. As expected, the very familiar-looking chair was his office chair, which was now lying quietly on the beach. Wuming didn't want to move here stupidly, so he simply sat on the sofa and waited for someone to come.

'Tap tap tap'

The footsteps got closer and closer, and finally stopped in front of the door.

"May I come inside?"

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"of course."

Wuming said, hesitating for a moment before speaking.

"Please lock the door."

The visitor paused, then walked in silently. Along with the creaking sound of the door being locked, a dark blue shadow quietly landed beside Wuming.

"Uh, isn't that a bit too close?"

Wuming smiled awkwardly and moved his body away.

"It seems the commander hasn't made up his mind yet."

Helena.meta nodded without surprise, stood up from Wuming and sat opposite him.

Wuming scratched his face somewhat unnaturally and let out a slight breath.

The blue-haired girl who looked like Helena just now leaned on his shoulder so calmly. Wuming felt as if he could embrace her just by reaching out his hand, but he also felt that this trust brought him great pressure.

"Um, I asked you to come here not for this kind of thing, but because I have an important question to ask you."

"It's meta-related, right?"

Helena.meta said calmly.

"Correct."

She listened to Wuming's slightly awkward answer, with scrutiny in her rusty eyes.

"You weren't so anxious before. Let me guess. Someone touched that, right?"

Wuming nodded heavily.

"It should be. Her eye color has changed a little, and her personality is also a little different."

Helena.meta grinned. Today, she was ready to go to the battlefield. She wore the same clothes she wore when she first appeared in front of Wuming. Her skin was so white and almost transparent between the pure white short skirt and blue-black over-the-knee socks. Her smooth black rubber gloves occasionally shone with a faint glow. Her fingertips unconsciously drew circles on the table between the sofas.

“It’s a business, right?”

In this rather ambiguous atmosphere, Helena.meta suddenly said.

"Well, either Frederick the Great, or Belfast, it should be one of the three of them."

She looked at Wuming's surprised expression, with an expression that was unclear whether it was pity or sarcasm.

"They are under the most pressure, so it's not surprising that they quickly hit the boundaries of meta."

Helena.meta said softly.

"I roughly know the answer the commander wants to know, but I can't give you good news. Meta is inevitable. All ships have a high probability of reaching this stage. In other words, normal ships are very close to this concept when they are about level 100. However, our port area is different. It allows enterprises and other people to gain power without relying on meta. However, this boundary is the 'switch' that has existed since our birth. You can choose not to touch it, but it is always there."

After a pause, Helena.meta saw Wuming's heavy expression and suddenly sneered.

"Don't look so sad, my dear commander. You are looking at a living meta-ship in front of you. It can jump and run. It is physically and mentally healthy. Even if it has been neglected for a long time, it can still eat on time every day."

"That's not what I meant, Helena..."

"Call me Helen!"

Helena.meta suddenly interrupted.

"Just call me Helen. I am also Helena. Why does my commander call me Helena in such a strange way?"

She took two steps, put one foot on the table, and looked down at Wuming.

"Maybe I should be a little willful, so that the commander knows that I am not as happy as I seem."

Helena.meta, who had hardly smiled since arriving at the port, spoke word by word.

"Helen....Huh....I understand, Helen!"

Wuming raised his head slightly, then lowered it awkwardly, paused, looked away, and spoke quickly.

Helen is the nickname of Helena, or in other words, it is the nickname of Wuming's wedding ship, Helena. When he was still on Earth, as a person who was bad at naming, he was always distressed every time he saw the setting that people could rename their names after getting married. However, Helena was an exception. During that time, Wuming read some stories from ancient Greece, one of which was the story of a peerless beauty named Helen. The war that was started on the grounds of beauty ended with the capture of Troy. It was another story about a woman taking the blame.

At that time, he thought about it and decided to remove one of the three characters in the name. It finally seemed to have some flavor of a nickname, so he happily took this name.

"Well, that's right."

Helena.meta smiled slightly, the corners of her lips curled up, and sat back on the sofa.

"We just talked about meta, right?"

"Yes."

"Very good, I will continue then."

Helena.meta thought for a while and spoke.

"That switch is just an analogy. What it is is anyone's guess, but apparently, all the ships in our port, except for those newcomers, are rated at level 100. If you are under a heavy emotional pressure for a long time, then metamorphosis is inevitable. The head maid is responsible for housekeeping, of course. Enterprise and Frederick the Great are trusted by you, but trust itself has weight and can overwhelm a person. It's just that many times it hasn't reached the trigger point."

Wuming pressed his temple.

"I understand, I understand everything, but what I want to know now is this process, the meta process."

He hesitated for a moment, looking at Helena.meta, who had never been weak in front of him, and his tone became softer.

"Will it hurt?"

Helena.meta was slightly startled and snorted.

"Who knows."

Wuming raised his hand, then slowly stood up. In Helena.meta's surprised eyes, he came to her and gave her a tight hug.

"Feel sorry."

Helena.meta opened her eyes wide, her body relaxed a little, and she put her head into Wuming's chest, letting out a low hum.

"Stupid commander."

"Yes, yes, I always knew I was an idiot."

Wuming said softly that the girl in his arms was so light, she felt like a feather that occasionally stopped by. If he let go of her, she would be blown away by the wind without a trace.

Helena.meta was silent, but Wuming could feel his chest gradually being soaked by warmth. After a moment, Helena.meta gently patted Wuming's back, signaling him to let go.

"I'm not the kind of person who uses tears as a weapon. You don't have to reward me for your sympathy."

She turned her head away and wiped her eyes.

"You want to know how businesses feel right now."

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Helena.meta said this but stopped for a moment. In this command room with only two people, she spoke softly.

"The physical pain is there, but beyond that, there's this wonderful feeling..."

In the mirror world, large pieces of gelatinous matter turned into monsters everywhere, some with three heads and centipedes, some giants of flesh and blood stitched together, and some with unstable mentality, like deformed pieces of flesh flames...

Enterprise, who was standing at the front, took off his wet military cap and faced the monster army with an unconscious cold smile on his face.

"If it's these monsters, it won't matter if we destroy them all."

Chapter 471: Beast Herd

In the mirror world, the sea tides surged endlessly, sometimes turning into hills, sometimes falling into the abyss. The influence of the chaotic magnetic field of the planet was still continuing. The rainstorm just now was still continuing, and a dull roar began to sound from the horizon again. Among the inky dark clouds, lightning snakes appeared from time to time. At the moment of the explosion, the gloomy sea occasionally lit up, reflecting the scene of a nightmare monster galloping on the distorted sea.

Sky Eagle looked at the black spots gathering between the sea and the sky and subconsciously rubbed his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, he saw that these seemingly clumsy monsters were actually less than a few hundred meters away!

"What kind of monster is this?"

She murmured to herself, feeling a kind of inexplicable fear rising in her heart. Compared with these things, the ship bombings of the past and even the testers just now seemed extremely cute.

"It's one of the characteristics of the beast group, [Dimension Jump]. The moment you see them, they will also find you. Normally, they will flash to your blind spot in the next second to attack. It's very tricky."

The Purifier explained in a flat tone. It seemed that because a large amount of computing power was invested in maintaining the mirror world, the computing power she used to maintain her emotions was also drained away, leaving behind a cold, machine-like voice.

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"Didn't you say they were easier to deal with than the test subjects?"

Tianying took a deep breath, but even after being purified, the air that always maintained the most comfortable temperature for the human body could not make her feel even a little bit better.

"Look carefully, they have been divided into thousands of parts. Their aggregation instinct has been suppressed by us, and their strength has been reduced to the lowest point. The place where you are is set as a [position]. Their various characteristics have been restricted, and their ability to exert is at most half of the normal state. Your firepower and mobility are both improving. If you must say, your performance should be improved by at least 20% to 30%. Fight once and you will know the effect of our Siren's assistance."

Before Sky Eagle could even throw out a plane to test its quality, Enterprise, who was at the front, raised his mechanical bow, plucked the bowstring with his slender fingers, and shot arrows out like rain. The raindrops in the sky were as fast as a waterfall, but at this moment, the arrows of light that were flashing with faint blue light were faster and denser, instantly illuminating the sea and sky in blue.

The beasts in strange postures roared silently, and then in the instant the blue light dimmed, a large piece of them was obviously missing.

"The firing rate has increased... huh? No, what's going on?"

The Enterprise's attack was very effective, but the Purifier's voice was filled with doubt.

"No, your basic performance has dropped, and the amplification effect has not reached expectations... It's impossible. This [herd] does not have the [weakness field] and [slowness field]. There is no reason for your performance to drop so obviously?"

Frederick the Great, with the help of lightning in the sky, stared at his five fingers wearing red mechanical gloves, opening and clenching them.

The Purifier's judgment was correct, but she was not surprised. Commander Wuming was not with everyone at the moment, which caused everyone's vitality, speed, sensitivity and other attributes to decline. In the past, they didn't feel anything when they were together all the time, but once they left, the weakening of all kinds of performance was particularly obvious.

"In this case, your winning rate will drop to 95 percent."

The Purifier's voice was silent for a moment, as if he was recalculating, and then he gave a conclusion very quickly.

"That is to say, we still have a chance of winning."

Frederick the Great spoke lightly, leaning back, the shadows under her feet gathered and turned into a heavy throne made of black iron. She lifted it lightly in the air, and a metal baton appeared in her hand.

“I like Legion Battles.”

Frederick the Great's whispers were like a charge horn. The shadow under the throne was dark and deep. As she waved her baton, densely packed scarlet pupils lit up. All kinds of twisted bodies burst out from the shadows and instantly engaged in a fight with the beasts.

The monsters in the beast herd are strange and bizarre, like the embodiment of nightmares. They only appeared in the deepest nightmares in the past, but now they appear here openly. However, Frederick the Great's army is also mixed with her evil taste. The torsos of various enemies are sewn together, and their arms may be the three-fingered metal arms of the mechanical legion of the planet Neil, but the chest cavity has become the skull of a deep-sea fish. Their eyes are full of resentment, and their bodies are covered with metal barbs that are shining with cold light. Wherever they pass, they carry pungent poisonous gas.

The head maid looked at the clothes that had just been ironed and resolutely gave up the dagger in her hand. She took out the miniature cannon and each burst of fire made a monster fall down accurately...

"Maid, what are you doing?"

The head maid who had just fired two shots still maintained her keen senses amid the noisy hail of bullets, and glanced slightly sideways at Frederick the Great.

"You killed my army."

Frederick the Great said with annoyance in his tone.

The head maid silently glanced at the five-headed dissolving synthetic monster, then turned around and spoke quietly.

"Mrs. Frederick, can you make a difference between your army and those monsters?"

Frederick the Great looked at the monsters that were mixed together and indistinguishable from each other. After a moment's silence, he waved his hand dejectedly.

"You are free to shoot."