Come and connect with me!

Hu Teng crossed her arms across her chest. She had no illusions about Wuming, so there was nothing to break his defense against. The ship equipment updates and better ship equipment plug-ins, plus the Bismarck II ship equipment promised by Akashi, for her, these foreseeable benefits were enough to make her willing to deal with any weird ideas of Wuming. The only thing she couldn't understand was why Prince Eugen of the port was so calm. After all, her brain didn't seem to be damaged.

"I'm jealous, but it's useless. Everyone in our port area has a deep enough relationship with the commander. In the end, no one can live without each other. We are friends, lovers, and eventually we will become family. It doesn't matter if it's sooner or later."

Prince Eugen of Minato used his little finger to lift the silver hair that fell in front of his eyes and put it behind his ear, his tone calm.

"And I should be more jealous of you than the Raiders."

Bismarck tilted his head to look at her, and the latter smiled.

"Just because he has the same appearance and personality as us, and even though he and Wuming have experienced everything before, and he hasn't gone through the process of becoming familiar with each other, it's easy for him to gain Wuming's favor, and he doesn't want to give up any of it... Phew, I think I said too much."

Prince Eugen of the Minato district turned his head and said nothing more.

Hutten and Bismarck were stunned and looked at Wuming with complicated expressions. The latter was handing the unconscious attacker to Wasp and seemed to be sweating. Wasp also had a headache expression on his face. He took it and took her to his dormitory, lest the attacker woke up and saw him in the health room and might faint again.

"Ok?"

Wuming seemed to sense something, and when he turned around, he saw two identical smiling faces, and...

Two backs of the head?

Chapter 556 U-......Meta version

It seems that you still have some opinions about me.

Wuming shrugged, turned and walked towards the dock door.

The camp logos on the dock door changed very quickly, making Wuming unable to help but have wild thoughts while waiting.

For example, if it were Reno, how should I tell her so that she could have the triple-decker burger.

But just thinking about this kind of thing made him feel very shameless. Although Reno had not come yet, based on his understanding of Reno, there was a high probability that there would be no problem. It was just that when he thought about making up for it, he felt he had no idea where to start. After all, there was only so much time in a day, and the make-up would not last long. There would be new ship girls returning every day, which meant that he was afraid he would not be able to give her even a full day, and such compensation seemed to lack sincerity.

Wuming pressed his forehead in distress, and finally decided to treat himself as an ostrich and take things one step at a time.

He was daydreaming when Reno.meta subconsciously let out a soft "eh". Her voice was so low that only Reno, who was standing very close, could hear it.

"Hey, White Eagle again?"

Reno asked in a panic.

"No, I'm not sure."

Reno.meta frowned slightly, looking a little serious. Not only her, Enterprise also narrowed his eyes, and his dark golden eyes stared fixedly at the dock door. Farther away, a light blue figure's smile froze, and she stood up suddenly, as if she was going to run towards the port, but then she shook her head and sat down leisurely.

"This is the port area..."

At the same time, the camp logo on the dock door finally froze. It was a burning bonfire. In the ominous black flames, a point of the deepest darkness was like an icy eye, coldly overlooking this peaceful port area.

Wuming blinked, and his expression suddenly became expectant.

"Good luck."

This kind of logo is derived from the meta camp's [Ashes]. According to the tradition of Embers that there are no rookies, it means that the person coming here must be a capable main force.

The camp froze, and the door of the dock slowly opened. The lightness with which the door was opened before was no longer there at this moment, and the creaking sound even sounded like fingernails scratching on glass. When the door moved, it carried the slow and old air of an old house. Just by listening to the sound, it seemed as if you could smell a musty odor.

The dark mist quietly dissipated. Compared with the sea-blue sea fog, it was more like accumulated dust rushing out of the rotten soil in one breath. The moment the mist came into contact with the air, it immediately expanded into a black flame, burning silently, and the sense of danger it brought was far greater than before. In the dark mist and flame, a ghostly outline had already appeared there, standing silently on the ground of the port area.

Wuming blinked, then raised his hands high and waved vigorously.

“Hey, I’m here!”

The figure's head moved, and then she took a step toward the outside of the mist and flames. As her footsteps got closer, her shape became clearer.

"I heard you. I'll be right over."

Under the faded white ponytails are a pair of rusty eyes. Just looking at them gives people a sense of alienation and coldness. The ribbons tied up the ponytails are obviously strips of cloth torn from her tattered black coat. The bra on her upper body is tattered, and large areas of snow-white skin are exposed to the air. The short skirt on her lower body is a little more carefully designed, with the torn ends twisted with silver metal strips. The most intact things under the coat are two black stockings stained with blood. Her outfit is really worrying, like a punk girl who has been wandering outside for a long time, which always makes people worry about her health.

But in contrast to this embarrassed posture is her expression.

"Well, Commander, I just thought the port area was destroyed. I was really scared. But fortunately, I feel much more relieved to see that the commander is still alive."

While she was talking about the long-awaited reunion, a gentle smile appeared on her face, as if she was dressed in her best attire and did not look embarrassed at all.

"Don't say such unlucky things. I still want to live until the universe explodes. Before that, I will shamelessly stay in the port area."

Wuming looked at the mature girl and wanted to reach out and touch her head, but he was a little worried that she would think he was still treating her as a child. As he was hesitating, the person came over lightly, and the metal boots on her feet made a clear clicking sound on the ground of the port. She took the initiative to grab Wuming's hand and put it on her head.

"Touch me if you want. Being treated like a child is a rare experience for me."

Wuming opened his mouth and looked at the girl's skin being blown by the sea breeze. He took off his coat and wrapped the girl in front of him, then continued to stroke her cool head.

"Anyway, welcome back, u-556."

Submarines account for a relatively small proportion of the entire port area, and meta submarines are even rarer among rare cases. If we ignore the gameplay and only talk about the world that Wuming knows, the uses of Rubik's Cube submarines are wide-ranging. In a battlefield where the main battlefield is the sea, there are not many things they can do, but they are mostly limited to small-scale tactical operations. For example, it is difficult for them to play a role in combat operations involving dozens or hundreds of Rubik's Cube ships.

If there are more than ten Rubik's Cube ships, and they act recklessly, an area of ​​tens or hundreds of kilometers can become a restricted area for all living things. The sky is filled with all kinds of carrier-based aircraft and fighter jets, and there is a dense hail of bullets on the water. Even underwater, they will inevitably be involved in the explosion. The turbid sea water and noisy radio waves will limit the submarine's vision, and the resistance in the water will make the submarine, which is already less maneuverable than the surface fleet, even more inconvenient to move.

When this scale is expanded tenfold, a hundredfold, or even a thousandfold, the survival rate of submarines will be even more difficult to guarantee. In the world that can breed meta ships, all kinds of earth-shaking and dangerous battles are endless. Even if the goddess of luck favors them and they will not be harmed underwater, the limitation of oxygen content will force submarines to rush out of the water and then face worse situations in unfamiliar water battlefields.

So u-556.meta is not only lucky, but also very strong.

After listening to Wuming's brief explanation, u-556.meta's expression softened. She tightened her coat and spoke with her head slightly tilted.

"This dress belongs to me, Commander."

"I have no objection. After all, it seems that the clothes I put on have never been returned."

Wuming thought about the coats that he had given to the ship girl because her clothes were thin, and they had never returned to the closet. However, his clothes were all matched by his wives, so he would not be without clothes to wear, so he was too lazy to ask.

"Pfft, it seems like everyone is the same as me."

She was smiling, but suddenly she was startled and pointed behind Wuming.

"Um, Commander, why does Sister Bismarck look like that?"

Wuming turned around and saw Bismarck looking like he had seen a ghost.

"U-556? How did you become like this?"

Chapter 1092 The Final Promise

Although two identical Prince Eugens explained to Bismarck that the dock door was essentially a refrigerator door, which released the frozen ships inside, and the pattern on it was the difference between the [fruit section] and [meat section] of the refrigerator, this analogy made her a little uncomfortable. But she generally understood it, and she was mentally prepared enough.

The worst case scenario was that she saw another herself. If the fabric of her clothes combined was not as much as her gloves, she could just keep a straight face and pretend she didn't see it.

The next thing was that when she saw Huten or even Tirpitz dressed like this, there were people around her who could stop her, but she never expected to see u-556, and it was u-556 in a doomsday style, which made her feel sick.

"U-556, how did you become like this?"

u-556.meta blinked and watched Bismarck trotting over. Wuming patted her shoulder and silently made way.

"You, your feet... this red one, is that blood?"

Bismarck pursed his lips and asked in a low voice.

"Well... yes, but it's not my blood. As for why I'm dressed like this, it's because the commander couldn't help me change clothes at that time."

u-556.meta raised his head, looked at Bismarck's head, then looked at Wuming, and immediately reacted.

"Are you the Bismarck sister of this world?"

The port area is the port area, and the outside world is the outside world.

U-556.meta knew her own situation and why she was in the nameless port area. She also knew why she only had this one set of clothes, which made her always look so desolate. But for the Bismarck of this world, there was too much to explain. For the sake of Wuming's image and to prevent Bismarck from having unnecessary estrangement from him, she was still willing to explain.

"Ah."

Bismarck looked at the little girl in his memory who always seemed so clingy. Now she was able to persuade him in a gentle tone not to worry. There was always an inexplicable sour feeling in his heart, as if the little girl in the past had matured beyond the age of a child while he was distracted and didn't notice her.

What on earth had she been through?

"Sister Bismarck, you look a little sad. Don't be sad for me. My ending is already very good. If you feel uncomfortable, just pour out your guilt or fear to me in this world. She is your super fan!"

u-556.meta reached out and grasped Bismarck's slightly cold hand, smiling slightly. On this childish face, there was a gentle smile like that of an older sister.

“Ah…I…”

Wuming looked at Bismarck, who seemed to be inexplicably lost, and raised his hand, but it remained suspended in the air a little awkwardly. At this moment, he saw u-556.meta winking at him. He immediately stopped hesitating and gently patted Bismarck's back with his palm. The latter paused, looked at him with a complicated expression, but said nothing.

After a while, Bismarck's eyes settled and he spoke again.

"U-556, where do you live?"

"Hmm, I don't know. The commander's room probably can't accommodate anyone. So my accommodation should still be arranged. I'll let you know once the location is confirmed, Sister Bismarck."

As he said this, u-556.meta stretched out his hand from under his coat and put his arm around Wuming's arm. This natural gesture made Bismarck's eyes freeze, and when he looked at Wuming, his eyes seemed even colder.

"She's still a child!"

"I know......"

Wuming said awkwardly.

"Hehe, Sister Bismarck's expression is so scary. But, thank you, but for me, the commander is the one who can make the final promise. Even if it's my eldest sister, I won't give it to you."

u-556.meta chuckled, stood on tiptoe and kissed Wuming on the face. This mischievous look was a bit like the past.

"Well, let's not talk about these things for now. It's silly for us to stay here and blow the wind. Remember what I said before? At lunch, you must come to the banquet. I will introduce you to everyone and officially announce the joining of Iron Blood."

Wuming was not moved by the little girl's intimacy. Big, plump beauties were his type. However, a blunt rejection was not advisable. One day, the unripe fruit would mature. It was also possible that at some point before that, his mentality would grow and he would be able to respond to everyone's expectations.

"If you announce it like this, what will the outside world think?"

Bismarck frowned when he heard this.

"This is not a good time, Commander."

Although he subconsciously wanted to call him Sir Wuming, at the same time, Bismarck immediately reacted and added the title of commander.

"I know, but if I wait any longer, it will only make things more complicated, which is not good for my plan. Moreover, with the addition of Iron Blood and Sakura Empire, the lack of manpower in the port area has been made up. In fact, it is stronger than the White Eagle and the Royal Army. The ultimate direction of the new world development plan will also be to let the remaining two join my port area and finally unify the world."

Wuming understood Bismarck's concerns very well, but after she knew the power level of the legendary ships and the true strength of the port, Bismarck would no longer think that the magic cube ships in this world were worth considering.

"Unifying the world... It feels so unreal."

Bismarck sighed.

Each camp is fighting for the ultimate goal of taking control of the planet and occupying all the resources, so that they can grow to the limit that the planet can accommodate. By gathering the strength of all mankind, perhaps they can take back the ocean. This is not the first time that this has happened, but the outcome of the last time was really unbearable. The unfair division of resources has widened the gap between the originally balanced camps. Although the internal struggles among humans have promoted technological upgrades, as the person who got a smaller share of the cake, it is hard for Bismarck to say that he is very happy when he hears such remarks again.

Wuming's attitude from beginning to end conveys one message, that is, he wants to make humanity a whole, but it is not known whether he will treat each camp differently.

Wuming reached out and gently squeezed Bismarck's palm, and could feel the latter's nervousness, partly because Wuming's appetite was so big that it made her a little worried about her chastity;

The other half was also because Wuming had a big appetite, which made her a little worried about the future of Tiexue.

"I think you don't know me well enough yet. No matter how much I say, you probably won't really believe it. So just wait and see what I can do to change the world!"

Chapter 1093 Same as before

lunch time.

How to welcome a White Eagle ship is actually a difficult task for those cooks with superb cooking skills.

Delicate and exquisite dishes are good, but the White Eagle ship also prefers simple meals that are easy to make and rich in calories. As long as the atmosphere is warm enough, even grabbing French fries will make you happy. At this time, being too meticulous will make the banquet lose the relaxed atmosphere where everyone is casual.

The same theory can be applied to welcoming the Iron Blood ships, except that the dishes can be simpler and the atmosphere is obviously more royal. It won't work if it's too cheerful.

In the end, the cooks, who were embarrassed by this, resorted to the old method of helping themselves.

When Wuming brought Bismarck onto the stage and informed them that the Iron Blood would be incorporated into the port area, the person who had the biggest reaction was not the Prince of Wales, the Iron Blood's old rival, but Reno, who was holding a burrito. She was an officer in Hong Kong who slacked off all day long, but she only learned about this after her host announced it, which made her face full of question marks.

"What happened? Why is Bismarck here? No, this Bismarck isn't from the port area?"

The Prince of Wales sat sideways in a high-back chair, crossing his legs and smiling, slowly shaking his wine glass, the amber wine swaying in the glass.

"It's really interesting to see Reno's reaction. However, it seems that you haven't informed White Eagle yet. I don't know what the reaction will be."

"Just come as usual. It has already happened, and the previous agreement has not been invalidated."

Hood took small bites of the dessert, but her tone was still clear. She looked at Bismarck high up and calmly confirmed the facts of Wuming's words, and said that she would obey all his reasonable orders.

"It seems that Wuming is also an impulsive person. Compared with the previous time, this time he handled it a little hastily. But you are really not in a hurry at all. Iron Blood has just been acquired, even if the Sakura Empire is under control, you can't completely trust them in a short time, right? Don't come up with an enhanced version of Free Iris by then, it will be even more fun."

The Prince of Wales stared at Bismarck without blinking. He could tell from some of Bismarck's small movements that he was not used to it. The latter tried hard to act more natural when he was with Wuming. Even though this iron-blooded flagship known for its ruthlessness had caused her a lot of trouble before, at this moment, seeing this guy looking like he was being coerced, the Prince of Wales immediately forgave her.

“Hahaha, it seems like that!”

Hood didn't laugh with her. She supported her head with one hand and spoke softly.