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"But now is not the time. As you can see, my successor is still growing. When the child is able to carry the iron-blooded future, I will leave it to you as promised."

"Oh, that's good, I'm glad you still remember it..."

In the communicator, the voice of the "Observer" seemed to be stuck for a moment, but Bismarck turned a blind eye to it. After all, he was a vicious Siren. Even when he pretended to be surprised, he acted very exaggeratedly, as if he was a passerby who heard this big news for the first time.

"So, where is the equipment you promised that would allow Iron Blood to tie with White Eagle?"

The person on the other end of the communicator was silent for a while, and Bismarck's heart sank as well.

This is not only because of the worry that Siren will not play with Iron Blood, but more importantly, Bismarck did not do as she said.

A successor who can replace her, lead the Iron Blood, and be on par with the White Eagle, [Decisive Battle Plan. Frederick the Great].

Even though they are at a disadvantage in terms of numbers, the overall combat capability of this new type of ship equipment is comparable to that of the White Eagle.

Even a large amount of technical information that can help achieve this goal is the help that Siren promised to provide to Iron Blood.

But of course, these were not perfect in Bismarck's eyes.

When the successor has grown up, it is natural that Bismarck will have to keep the appointment. She will naturally not see the day when the Iron Blood can compete with the White Eagle. This is also the bleak ending that the Siren has predetermined for her. So as the flagship, Bismarck will certainly not sit there and wait for death.

The first thing was to tamper with the process of cultivating Frederick the Great. They deliberately reduced nutrition and slowed down the cultivation progress to create a unique Frederick lili. In this way, it would naturally take more time than the Frederick the Great, which was designed to be perfect from the beginning and would be on par with White Eagle's active ships as soon as it left the cultivation chamber.

The number of Iron Blood's ships is far less than that of White Eagle. So in order to be roughly equal, each of Iron Blood's ships must be far superior to White Eagle's ships, so that they will not lose to White Eagle as a whole.

As for all kinds of technical information, it will certainly take a long time to go from paper to actual combat.

But now, the Siren's patience seemed to have run out.

"Better equipment... I can give it to you, but you'll need to get it yourself."

The person on the other end of the communicator seemed to be thinking, but quickly gave a reply, which made Bismarck frown, and a certain ominous premonition suddenly came to his mind.

"where is it?"

The communicator slowly gave a coordinate, and Bismarck immediately found the map, frowning even more tightly.

"An unknown port area?"

Chapter 925: Takeoff

"That so-called human commander is actually one of yours?"

Bismarck spoke hesitantly.

"So the so-called plan he proposed also has problems?"

"Haha, you are too sensitive, Bismarck, relax, there is no problem with his plan. Of course, whether you want to join or not is entirely up to you. Our agreement will not change."

The voice on the other end of the communicator became more and more excited, as if he was very happy with Bismarck's performance.

"......I see."

Bismarck knew very well that she did not have much room for bargaining. She pressed her forehead and fell into a brief thought.

Bismarck had no idea about the actions of Siren and Nameless before they were connected. However, if she put two seemingly unrelated people together, she would not only reveal more mysteries, but also answer many questions.

If you think about it carefully, the Sirens' active time seemed to last only until the appearance of Wuming. When Wuming appeared in their sight, the Sirens seemed to disappear all of a sudden. At least those Sirens with self-awareness did become much more well-behaved.

If Wuming's actions were understood as part of the Observer Plan, then Bismarck could interpret it as another box set up to balance the combat power of each camp. After all, if the contestants, and even the referee and organizer were all the same person, it would be very easy to give more to one side and less to the other. In this way, over time, the power of each camp could naturally be balanced easily, thus creating a world where the four major camps were almost the same.

"So when can I get it?"

"anytime."

"Okay, then, let's stop here for today."

After getting a definite answer, Bismarck's decisive side was revealed. As the light on the communicator dimmed, she hung up the call.

A moment later, a new piece of news appeared in front of Prince Eugen.

"Eugen, I have a mission for you..."

Azur Lane Port Area.

Inside the command room, Marco Polo held a button-sized communicator in his hand, with a smile on his face.

"It is a rare and interesting fact that Bismarck actually has a deal with the Observer."

She glanced at the Siren with big eyes beside her.

"Besides the Observers, who in the remaining camps is making any plans?"

"Hint: You don't have enough permissions."

"Tsk."

Although it was not surprising, the Pope was still unhappy when faced with the stubborn Siren with big eyes.

"Wait, the commander will give me enough authority, and then I want you to tell me everything."

"Explanation: The commander has the power of proxy. When the experimental agency is not here, he will manage this world on their behalf. You need to apply to them to view the experimental records of the members of the experimental agency. Marco Polo, the authority of the nameless commander is not absolute."

The Siren with big eyes raised her head and glanced at him indifferently.

"Regular contact with Bismarck is the Observer's plan. When she is unable to carry out the plan, the acting authority is needed to decide whether to continue the plan. If the acting authority does not propose to terminate it, the subordinate authority is required to continue the execution."

Marco Polo was too lazy to argue with this little thing anymore. She had already seen clearly that this guy was a complete rule freak and only cared about rules. Any conversation with her would eventually turn to authority.

"Hey, hey, hey, I knew that good things would never happen to me."

As she said this, she unconsciously hooked her lips together, and the button-sized communicator fell in her palm.

"I'll take this office supply, Doudouyan. Goodbye."

After saying that, Marco Polo slowly turned around and walked towards the door of the command room.

One step, two steps, three steps...

The Siren with Big Eyes behind her didn't say a word until she stepped out of the command room. The Pope then smiled with a slightly relaxed look.

It seems that this thing really belongs to her.

Although she was still in the port, she had more operations to perform with the Purifier's communicator.

"Wow, it would be best if we could control White Eagle and Royal, but Iron Blood is also useful..."

Her eyes unconsciously looked towards the communicator in her palm, her eyes filled with excitement.

"Finally I can find something to do to pass the time."

Rather than using violence to oppress, the Pope prefers to manipulate people subtly, allowing them to be under her control without knowing it - at least she thinks she can do it.

The confident leader of the conspirator hummed a tune and walked away briskly. She needed to prepare equipment for Bismarck. The observer might have also reserved this part of the equipment, but it was obvious that if she really cared, she would not be so excited about the vacation that she forgot. For Bismarck and the others, the help from the Sirens was extremely important, but for the Sirens who had conducted such experiments too many times, everything here was just a cycle repeated countless times, and there was nothing to pay attention to at all, not to mention that everything was handed over to Wuming. They were too lazy to even answer the phone.

After Marco Polo left, the command room returned to calm, and the Siren with Big Eyes automatically went into standby mode and returned to figure mode.

"Knock knock knock!"

There was a sudden knock on the door of the command room.

"Dear Commander, there is a request for a visit from Iron Blood."

This knock on the door was just a courtesy. The next second, the door of the command room was pushed open. The visitor glanced around the room and shook his head slightly.

Prince Eugen raised his eyebrows slightly, walked into the command room, and immediately saw the message written by Wuming on the desk.

"Very good, you went out to play without me..."

She originally wanted to discuss with Wuming how to deal with the visit from Iron Blood. Although it would not be Bismarck who came, but after the combined fleet, Prince Eugen of Iron Blood would obviously have some free time. It would be most likely that she would come. After all, her boss was that Bismarck. If Prince Eugen of Iron Blood could not fight, given her personality, she would definitely not let herself of Iron Blood have some free time.

"I hope you've found a reason to convince me when you come back."

Prince Eugen murmured to himself.

She was about to turn around and leave, but then she remembered that Wuming had left secretly and most likely without notifying the entire Hong Kong area. She checked that there were still some documents that had not been processed, and she slowed down her steps.

"Really? If I don't take care of it, there will be more documents to deal with when he comes back."

Thinking of this, Prince Eugen shook his head, sat down at his desk, began to look through the documents, and helped Wuming deal with them.

"Knock knock knock."

There was a new knock on the door, and along with it, a gentle whisper.

"Commander, all preparations are ready. We can take off at any time!"

Chapter 926: Unsuccessful Date

"Hmm? Prince Eugen?"

Hearing the visitor's exclamation, Prince Eugen hesitantly read out her name.

"Adam?"

"I'm here, Princess Eugen."

The android said with a smile, which was kept perfect. She was wearing a classic black and white OL outfit, gold-rimmed glasses, a tablet held tightly in her hands, and red high heels on her feet, looking like a qualified secretary.

"As you can see, Wuming couldn't wait any longer and has now gone on vacation to a hard-to-find place. Well, he didn't forget to take the three with him."

Prince Eugen raised his eyebrows, and his favorable impression of this artificial man greatly decreased.

After all, it is well known that if you want to get married in Hong Kong, the first step is to become a secretary.

"My condolences, Princess Eugen."

Adam said softly, her considerate words successfully made Prince Eugen angry.

"Don't use that word indiscriminately, Adam."

"Okay, I'll remember that."

Adam nodded, holding the tablet with a too-perfect smile on her face.

"Then, can Princess Eugen inspect the results on behalf of the Commander?"

Accept the results.

Prince Eugen raised his eyebrows slightly. She hesitated for a moment, then spoke.

"Let's wait for Wuming to come. He is looking forward to this event very much. I can't ruin his interest."

Having said that, Prince Eugen couldn't help but look at this guy who seemed to be the boss who had turned over a new leaf. If she remembered correctly, when Akashi took over, he didn't work so quickly.

"Besides, I like your efficiency at work. However, I have to make sure this surprise doesn't turn into a shock before my playful husband comes back."

"plz follow me."

Adam pushed up his glasses, but kept smiling.

"I shouldn't talk about my colleagues behind their backs. However, organisms are easily distracted by external factors. This state of difficulty in concentrating occurs very frequently, which causes them to make mistakes. I can avoid such defects."

The corners of her mouth curled up, feeling very proud of her work efficiency. After all, Akashi had been procrastinating on this matter until he was punished and sent to jail, which was too much of a slackness.

"very good."

Prince Eugen tilted his head and looked at Adam without comment.

"I just happen to be free."

The two looked at each other, stood up and left the command room. The mechanical life forms acted rigorously and felt that they were foolproof, but Prince Eugen happened to be an expert at finding faults, and she didn't believe that anyone could avoid making mistakes.

Prince Eugen stayed with Adam the whole afternoon, trying to find flaws in the launch plan she had taken over. However, it turned out that this white-haired mecha girl was essentially more inclined to the machine side. Although her designs were not as imaginative as Akashi's, this kind of work that did not require the so-called inspiration was nothing more than a simple stacking of computing power for Adam. She was ten times, or even nine times, faster than Akashi.

It was not until dusk that Prince Eugen finished checking the last magnetic field embedding device and realized that it had taken so long.

"Well done, I like your rigorous attitude."

Prince Eugen spoke.

"Thank you for the compliment."

Adam shrugged stiffly, imitating the action he had seen before.

Prince Eugen looked at these devices that had passed the inspection with a distant look unconsciously.

"So, Commander, when do you plan to accept this surprise?"

In the NieR universe, on a planet identified as N1, Wuming silently watched the dense collision sounds outside the spacecraft, speechless.

"So, we can't go out?"

Enterprise blinked and asked quietly.