Commander, you smell so good.

But even so, Louis IX still took the initiative and relied on high speed to carry out face-to-face bombardment and attack. The cruise ship was definitely not going to be saved, and everyone was important.

"There is no point in talking any more! Ashes to ashes, to ashes"

Louis's advance attack was like an accurate signal to start a war. Holding back his anger, Jean Bal held Jiang Zheng in his arms, using facial cleanser to block the roar of artillery fire and provide protection. The triple-mounted MK6 main gun emitted a strong light, and explosions rose under the sound of cannon fire.

boom--!

The artillery fire blew off the side of the cruise ship, but the ship girls didn't care about that at the moment. They quickly jumped onto the sea, unfolded their ship uniforms, and handed Jiang Zheng to Joan of Arc, asking her to protect her fragile lover.

Seeing Joan of Arc taking him away made Barr grit his teeth. Joffre watched her leave and silently continued his fight against the Sirens.

Isn't it just a night battle? Then come on!

Let’s see whose artillery fire can resound louder through the sky and the sea.

"Ahem, ahem—Joan of Arc, how are you now?"

The uncomfortable state gradually disappeared, the vision was still blurry and the tinnitus was still there, but the body could still feel the cold sea breeze and the soft touch.

When he looked up, he saw the profile of Joan of Arc, and Jiang Zheng knew very clearly that he was in Joan of Arc's arms.

If it were in the past, Jiang Zheng would still care about being carried like a princess, but now it is different. The roar of artillery fire on the sea in the distance makes him worry about the situation of Xia Fei and the others.

"Don't worry, Commander, as long as I'm here, the Siren won't hurt you."

Hearing his voice, Joan of Arc lowered her head and smiled, with a hint of joy in her eyes, but such joy was soon replaced by pain. She looked up into the distance and saw that they were firing non-stop.

Her companions were fighting, but she could only watch from the sidelines.

Jiang Zheng noticed Joan of Arc's abnormality and followed his gaze towards the flickering fire in the distance. He felt bad, as it really was true what that saying was.

I can't do anything.

However, just as Jiang Zheng was thinking this, the night sky lit up, and a sacred light descended from the sky, illuminating the night sky shrouded in darkness.

The dark clouds dispersed, the stars shone brightly, the glow descended, and then the ballad that seemed near and far slowly sounded and flowed into everyone's ears.

Not only Dunkirk and the others, but even the observers looked up at the magical light in the sky with strange expressions in their eyes.

I was just thinking about leaving. After all, I couldn't really fight such a special being like him, but I couldn't not fight him either. Anyway, the first-person perspective video had been uploaded to the host, so there was no need to continue to pester him.

But is this the case now? Weather control devices don't have this kind of situation, do they?

The system was calculating the current unknown situation. The observer was about to continue to see what was about to fall, when a sharp sword light followed.

Om-!

There were flashes of swords and sabers. Not only the ship's tentacles, but even the gun barrels were cut off and fell into the rolling sea.

The observer stared at the gun barrel that had just been cut, with molten steel still bubbling on the broken mark. He turned his head and saw two lightsabers facing him.

"...interesting"

He narrowed his eyes, an expression of interest on his face, but his golden eyes lit up with the data stream passing by, analyzing and recording the unidentified weapon in front of him.

"If it's not their weapon, at least it wouldn't appear so bright and sacred, then the only explanation is the ship girls. But in the current timeline, World War II hasn't even started yet, so how could there be weapons that are beyond their scale?"

Gazing at the scene in front of him, the observer analyzed the current situation. Judging from the holy light falling from the sky and the flying lightsaber, the situation was now somewhat out of control.

After thinking for a moment, the observer turned around and was about to leave.

However, the moment she turned around, her eyes widened because she saw something that should not exist in this era.

The devil is coming.

Chapter 252 Particle Launcher

On the other side where the holy light descended, dense black clouds stained with blood spread in all directions. The gray-red light column in the middle was hanging upside down like an erupting volcano. Six columns of molten lava falling from the sky slowly hung into the sea, emitting boiling and steaming mist that filled the sea surface.

In this blood-colored beam of light, a gigantic iron dragon slowly descended. It had only three claws and two arms, no feet, and a sturdy body extending from its lower abdomen to its tail. A huge blood-red gem was embedded in its chest, which seemed to be able to block any attack, just like a real demon dragon.

She opened her bloody mouth, carried a heavy turret on her back, and let out terrifying roars. Her hideous head frightened anyone who looked at her.

But above the head of this slowly descending dragon, stood an elegant and dignified figure with a plump figure, her waist-length red hair fluttering in the wind, and a pair of blood-red eyes shining with a terrifying light.

She looked around until her eyes stopped at the figure in Joan of Arc's arms. She relaxed a little and looked at the culprit who triggered the defense measures.

That poor bug lying on the poor octopus ship.

"...Heh~, are you looking at me?"

Watching her arrival completely, the observer reviewed the information and confirmed that no such existence was found in other worlds. The joy of getting something extra surged in the observer's heart, and he quickly sent the fragment of facts to the host without reservation.

But even so, the observer did not have the usual playful smile on his face, because the oppressive force that descended upon him was telling him why he might be defeated.

It's not a deliberate letting-up, nor is it the feeling of being gradually defeated by others' cooperation.

It's a real feeling of powerlessness in the face of powerful strength.

Not only the observers, but even the ship girls raised their heads to look at the figure standing on the giant dragon. The expressions on their faces varied, but relaxation dominated the majority.

Because if they continue fighting, they can only rely on dragging it out, but they still have no way to deal with the Siren. Fortunately, the Holy Light comes with the lightsaber and Hindenburg comes, otherwise they have no chance of winning.

What shocked them was that they hadn't expected Hindenburg to possess such hidden power. What on earth had the Iron Bloods developed? A demon ship girl?

"Commander, look, that's... Hindenburg, right?"

Holding Jiang Zheng in her arms, Joan of Arc asked with some uncertainty, but her body had already relaxed.

She had participated in an operation in Sangvishes and had seen Hindenburg's figure and face. She never expected that this cold-blooded ship girl would be so powerful.

The natural vision, the demon dragon, and the oppressive force it exuded, even though she was baptized and helped by the holy light, she could still feel this tremendous sense of oppression.

Most importantly, Hindenburg's casual glance just now made Joan of Arc feel a chill from the soles of her feet to the top of her head. This utter powerlessness and fear surged into her heart.

Facing the Siren, she felt at most powerless, but facing Hindenburg's casual glance, she felt a real threat.

will die.

"Yes, it is indeed Hindenburg. I remember you have seen him too."

Jiang Zheng narrowed his eyes and looked at the flying dragon floating in the sky. Because his eyesight was not as good as that of the ship girl, he could only judge based on the type of the ship-mounted dragon and the long blood-red hair. It was indeed Hindenburg.

Did she just smile at me? But I didn't look closely.

But no matter what, at least the observer little loli is bound to lose.

During this period of mutual gaze, the observer narrowed his eyes and rehearsed the escape route in his mind, wanting to take the opportunity to leave this place and not stay for long.

But Hindenburg would never let her leave. He slowly raised his jade-like arm and pointed it at the observer. The giant dragon under him also opened his bloody mouth and activated the particle launcher in his mouth, gradually condensing the particles in the air and attracting the surrounding rays of light, which converged into an increasingly terrifying light wave.

"Tsk! Everyone, listen to my orders! Start retreating! As fast as possible! Quick!"

Seeing that Hindenburg's ship-mounted dragon had such a terrifying thing, the accumulation of energy alone made Jean Bart open his eyes wide. It only took two seconds of charging to have the kinetic energy and potential energy of his own shot.

He immediately issued the order to retreat. As the flagship of the fleet, Jean Bal had to evacuate everyone.

He looked back at the damaged cruise ship and the figure of Joan of Arc which were already far away, asked Bal to leave, increased the speed to the highest knot, and ran back with all his might.

Whether it was intuition or sensors, Bal felt that the artillery fired by the demon ship girl was definitely not something he and his companions could withstand. If they didn't run away, the ship might be directly destroyed, causing them to sink into the sea.

I have never felt this way even when facing the Sirens. It is really terrifying.

"It's really interesting, not only your existence, but also your power that shouldn't exist."

Looking up at the muzzle where particles were gathering, the observer felt a little trembling and delighted. It was really exciting that the starting point of the ship girls here was so high.

With a wicked smile on her face, the observer stared directly at the flames, even though the gathered energy was enough to blow her apart, she still did so.

She didn't start preparing to leave until the data was completely packaged and sent to the host.

"I'm sorry, even though I don't care about the pain and loss, it's not worth it to lose a body in vain."

After saying this, the observer was about to disappear into the darkness, intending to escape from the Hindenburg's attack range.

Hindenburg said nothing, but ordered the particle cannon to be gathered into the same size as her to fire. After confirming that Jiang Zheng was able to ensure safety before firing, she released the restraining hand.

A beam of terrifying light suddenly shot through the sea. After a few seconds, the light wave gradually expanded to a height of one hundred meters, and then emitted a light that extinguished everything.

There was a violent explosion like a nuclear bomb, which broke up the rolling clouds and rushed straight into the sky with a roar. The entire sky was illuminated, and the sound waves and explosion were felt even on another piece of land far away.

Until all this was over, Hindenburg stared at the sea without wavering. The sea surface measured in kilometers disappeared, the pushed-out seawater flowed back, and there was nothing left of the Siren.

"Commander, we won..."

Joan of Arc, who had already taken Jiang Zheng away from the spot, excitedly explained their victory, but Jiang Zheng did not respond to her.

Turning around, Jiang Zheng, whom he had protected, was nowhere to be found. The sea was rolling, and there seemed to be nothing around him. His figure was no longer in his arms.

Chapter 253 A Person with Many Identities

"Where's the contractor?"

"I, the commander is missing... I can't find him, even though I was holding him just now..."

Joan of Arc explained in a panic, making a hugging gesture with her hands, but Hindenburg did not continue speaking. With a frosty face, he raised his hand to fan.

And when he was about to slap Joan of Arc in the face the next moment, he was stopped by another person.

"Hey! What are you doing? Just talk, don't hit him! Now that he's missing, we should go look for him instead of fighting among ourselves."

Grabbing her wrist, Bal frowned and said that even though he knew that this was Joan of Arc's fault, he could only put it aside for now. Otherwise, the unbreakable alliance would fall apart before the person was found.

Hindenburg glanced at her expressionlessly. The feeling of having his wrist grabbed was very uncomfortable, and he could be said to have understood the distress of the contractor.

But this was not what she cared about now. Hindenburg glanced at Jean Bart and continued to look at Joan of Arc. Seeing that she was truly panicked and excited, she calmed down a little.

If it weren't for the fact that her contract with Jiang Zheng was still in place and her health was normal, she would have to feed these rubbish, which was more likely to cause trouble than help and even a person could throw away, to the fish in order to eliminate the resentment in her heart.

Facing Hindenburg's indifferent gaze, Joan of Arc was neither humble nor arrogant, and faced her very cold gaze directly.

Even if this makes her a little scared.

"Don't be so angry, devil, my unfortunate familiar is still safe and sound."

The air became silent. Hindenburg's questioning and the confrontation with the saint, coupled with the ugly expressions of Dunkirk and others, made the atmosphere more and more solemn. When the two were about to start fighting, the witch Parseval appeared from nowhere beside Hindenburg with a faint smile on her face, as if Jiang Zheng's disappearance was not worth mentioning to her.

"Witch, you are late"

Squinting his eyes, Hindenburg was visibly dissatisfied with Parseval. From the time she made mistakes in her predictions to the time when the contractor disappeared, the witch's arrival was like an incompetent police officer who showed up half a day after the criminal had left. She looked good but was useless.

"Don't worry, demon. My prediction was correct. He has now arrived in a safe unknown place. Everything is fine. But we are like a flock of birds trapped in a cage, at a loss."

Hearing this, Hindenburg finally let go of his grip on the witch's arm, seeing that she seemed to know something and spoke with a hidden meaning. He glared at Joan of Arc, retracted his unsuccessful hand, and snorted coldly.

Now she is not worried about the contractor's life safety, because the blood in his body is sending feedback signals, which is a sign that he is safe.

She wanted to know more about where Jiang was now.

But Parseval shook his head, gave a triumphant smile, and pointed to a place on the seashore.

"My lovely familiar is there, undergoing trials, but it is indeed a mysterious place that we cannot enter..."

......

"Ahem—ha"

Before he regained full consciousness, Jiang Zheng felt a nauseous feeling rising from his stomach, which immediately woke him up and made him vomit out all the sea water he had drunk.

After he felt better, Jiang Zheng lay on all fours on the ground, breathing heavily. This experience that seemed like coming back from the dead made him feel lucky and scared, and also a little bit fortunate.

He recalled the scene before he fell into coma, unable to do anything. A miracle happened, Hindenburg came to receive him, Joan of Arc carried him and he ran wildly. Finally, he saw that dazzling light, and everything became quiet.

His vision is still a little blurry, but fortunately his eyesight is gradually recovering.

I slowly got up and made up my mind that I couldn't just exercise in bed in the future, I had to learn to exercise outside as well, and slowly stood up.

However, Jiang Zheng had just stood up, wiped his face, shook a few times, and looked at the unknown fragments in front of him. It seemed like a fantasy scene that appeared for an event. Jiang Zheng was a little confused and even didn't understand. He couldn't help but utter a curse.

"...What the hell is going on here? Is this still Europe?"

Looking around, Jiang Zheng found himself on a dilapidated and quaint wooden pier. The supporting piles were a bit crooked. There were also several old and dirty wooden barrels piled up on the side of the pier, as well as wooden shelves that collapsed due to age. A strange scene appeared everywhere.

The sky was no longer azure blue, but filled with a strange dark green color. Thunder rumbled, as if foreshadowing a violent storm.

Gazing slightly into the distance, an old wooden sailing ship, having removed its sails for changing direction, was standing alone at the edge of the dock, swaying gently in the breeze, as if telling us that its dilapidated body was about to collapse.

But then, Jiang Zheng noticed a dark figure standing alone on the shore, with his back to the crowd, not standing with his hands behind his back, as if enjoying himself? Or perhaps reminiscing about the time they had spent together, recalling the good old days.