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"Battleship main guns missing, secondary guns missing, tactical armor missing, exclusive skill Nano Legion detected to be activated."
"Unregistered weapon detected."
"Ding—Weapon A, which was not recorded, has been logged into the armory."
"Weapon A, which was not recorded, has been officially renamed Deep Sea Killer (Imitation)."
"Scanning the armory, loading the weapon wizard system."
"Ding, motion detection (melee weapon) has been updated, ballistic prediction (melee weapon) has been updated, general melee weapon motion simulation has been recorded, and tactical jetting device has been activated."
"Tactical prediction initiated."
"Tactical prediction calculation in progress - malfunction."
"Tactical predictions are now closed."
"Auto-mode 30% and manual mode 70% have been set."
"Special-grade combat armor, activate!"
"Frederick the Great's simulated annihilation battle, commence."
"Hunting in progress."
"..."
Montana's tactical goggles began to emit an astonishing blue light, and her mechanical boots spewed out a large amount of flames. Then, Montana's body slowly hovered above the sea.
While Frederick the Great was still in a daze, Montana raised his saber and smiled slightly at Frederick the Great.
Whoosh! ! !
The next second, a long wave swept across the sea.
Montana, wielding a long sword, was already rushing towards Frederick the Great, arriving before him in an instant.
Frederick the Great stretched out his arm.
Swipe!
Two golden blades flashed.
With incredible speed and precision, Montana swiftly severed Frederick the Great's arms.
Two arms swayed as they flew into the air.
Frederick the Great looked at Montana, who was so close to him, and watched her pause briefly, slightly bowing her head after severing her own hands. She reached for her knife, exhaled a long breath, and then, as if it were the weapon of a well-trained and highly skilled swordsman, the blade flashed and disappeared in a flash, moving with lightning speed towards her own neck.
Chapter 3820 Give Me a Punch!
A golden glint flashed across the black sea.
The sea calmed down.
Montana and Frederick the Great's bodies froze together.
“…I knew you wouldn’t fall so easily.” Montana raised his head, looked at Frederick the Great in front of him, and smiled.
"..."
At this moment, Frederick the Great stretched out her snow-white arms and pressed her hands together tightly against the golden blade. She was extremely strong and held the blade firmly, preventing it from cutting into her neck even a little bit.
Frederick the Great stared intently at Montana, his blood-red eyes peering through tactical goggles at Montana's eyes.
"What...is that?" Frederick the Great stared with cold eyes and asked expressionlessly, "Your movements are different, as if you've become a different person."
"Ah...you mean this? This is just a little bit of a support item." Montana said with a smile. "You know, we ship girls usually only fight using our ship equipment. We're not good at human swords at all, so we need a little bit of help."
"..." Frederick the Great lowered his gaze to Montana's exoskeleton boots that were spewing flames.
"You know, it's perfectly normal for a ship girl to wear some high-tech gear, right?" Montana interrupted Frederick the Great with a smile.
Frederick the Great looked up and met Montana's gaze.
Montana gave Frederick the Great an even brighter smile.
"Compared to that, Frederick, in your haste, didn't you just sprout new arms from your severed shoulders?" Montana's eyes gleamed as she moved a little closer to Frederick the Great, the blade in her hand still pressing hard against his neck. "Those two arms I just cut off probably won't go back into your body, right? What a pity, you've lost quite a bit of deep-sea energy this time."
"..."
Frederick the Great's gaze was icy. She pressed the blade against her neck, swiftly raised her foot, and kicked Montana in the stomach.
A row of data flashed in Montana's tactical goggles. Then, Montana quickly sidestepped, raising his knee to push Frederick the Great's toes away. Even so, their movements ultimately prevented the blade hanging over Frederick the Great's neck from continuing its strike.
Montana retracted her blade, rows of data flashing in her tactical goggles, and the saber immediately slashed at Frederick the Great's body from a tricky angle.
Puff.
The long sword plunged into Frederick the Great's heart once more.
Frederick the Great reached out and grabbed Montana's wrist tightly. She opened her blood-red eyes and swiftly reached for the tactical goggles on Montana's face with her other hand.
Frederick the Great looked like he wanted to crush Montana's tactical goggles.
But just as Frederick the Great's hand was about to touch the tactical goggles, the saber embedded in her chest instantly turned into flames and vanished, rapidly transforming into a piece of armor in front of the tactical goggles.
“I won’t let you break it,” Montana’s voice came through.
With a flash of golden light, the long sword reappeared, swiftly severing Frederick the Great's hand that was gripping Montana's wrist.
Frederick the Great remained expressionless as she continued to blast the armor in front of her tactical goggles with all her might.
The powerful force traveled through the armor to Montana's body. Montana groaned, pursed her lips, gripped the longsword, and once again thrust the blade upwards, plunging it into Frederick the Great's abdomen.
Dark red energy began to emanate from Frederick the Great's wounds, rapidly repairing her body.
After Montana started using the tactical goggles, her lethality against Frederick the Great increased significantly. In just one round of combat, Frederick the Great used his physical regeneration power three times in a row. However, after such a long battle, Frederick the Great finally broke through Montana's armor and began to gradually inflict damage on Montana by relying on concussion damage.
Even if it's just a little bit, it's still a permanent injury in this battle for Montana, who has no ability to recover.
Frederick the Great sent Montana flying with a single punch.
Montana's head was buzzing. She took a few steps back and stopped, tilting her head back, but a smile played on her lips.
"This is right..."
Montana laughed.
"Let us... use every means at our disposal, and fight on until one side falls!"
"I've arrived! Frederick!"
Montana raised his golden saber and charged forward again.
Frederick the Great waved his hand, and the ship's rigging behind him immediately fired several shells.
Montana raised his longsword, the blade transforming into flames, accompanied by a dazzling surge of golden light emanating from his body.
boom! ! !
The golden light and the dark red air currents on the sea surface roared once again.
……
I don’t know how much time has passed.
Little White sat on the sea platform, watching Montana and Frederick the Great fight with unbridled passion.
The rumbling sound on the sea was continuous, with one sound even louder than the next.
The sea trembled, the sky wailed, and the deep-sea atmosphere surged rapidly in the air. They were like a group of innocent natives facing a natural earthquake and flood, and could only flee in panic.
Xiao Bai stretched out her finger and gently touched the deep-sea airflow that flew past her.
A wisp of dark red deep-sea energy, after passing through Xiaobai's fingers, instantly turned into pure black and immediately calmed down, lying in Xiaobai's palm like a feather before slowly merging into Xiaobai's body.
Xiaobai looked at her palm for a while, then picked up the last piece of osmanthus cake, took a bite, chewed it, and looked around at the ship girls.
This battle... has lasted far too long.
Previously, when the battle between Montana and Frederick the Great took place, these ship girls were still filled with worry or excitement, sitting next to Xiaobai and watching the battlefield. However, ever since Frederick the Great and Montana entered into a special battle where every blow was bloody and every punch was brutal, Ying Ruizhao, Ping Haining, and the others gradually felt bored and tedious. They unconsciously snuggled together, drooped their heads, and began to lazily take a nap.
Xiaobai looked at the four ship girls who had fallen asleep huddled together, and couldn't help but purse her lips slightly before turning her gaze to the remaining ship girls.
In 1913, he was still watching the battle on the water from afar.
Yixian was quietly drinking tea.
She quietly drank her soy milk—it was freshly bought when she returned to Kyoto.
Chongqing was very, very idle. She took out a needle and thread from her ship's equipment and actually started embroidering a handkerchief on the sea. As she embroidered, she muttered some subtle, pleasant words, but they were incomprehensible.
Jinan, on the other hand, was completely engrossed in watching the battle.
As for Changchun... Changchun was looking down at his phone at the moment. After sensing Xiaobai's gaze, Changchun put down his phone and looked over at Xiaobai.
"Admiral."
"Changchun, what are you looking at?" Xiaobai asked.
"Ah... well, it's nothing..." Changchun put down his phone and said to Xiaobai, "It's just... this battle felt a bit long."
"Hmm? How long have Frederick and Montana been fighting?"
“It’s been four hours.” Changchun said, then turned to Xiaobai with some concern, “Admiral, we came out carrying Lexington on our backs this time… If we’re gone for too long… it might not be good…”
"Well……"
After listening to Changchun's words, Xiaobai remained silent for a while, then looked up at the water.
Montana was still deeply involved with Frederick the Great.
Compared to Frederick the Great, who could continuously recover from his injuries, Montana had clearly developed some minor wounds, although she could still wield her sword...
Ok……
Montana had a punch mark on his face, the gaps between his fingers were very clear. It wasn't considered an injury, but he looked quite disheveled.
The current situation is unclear. Although Montana appears somewhat tired, Frederick the Great maintains her good appearance because her regenerative abilities are still effective. Once her regenerative abilities are exhausted, she will be killed by Montana in one strike.
Xiaobai thought for a while, then nodded to Changchun.
"Well, it's time to go back."
Xiao Bai reached out and gently patted it.
Snapped!
The crisp clapping sound wasn't loud, but after being infused with spiritual power, it clearly traveled in all directions, echoing across the sea.
The ship girls, who were sleeping together, were startled and quickly got up.
"Hey! Is it morning already? Is it morning already?!"
The ship girls looked at each other, their eyes wide.
Montana and Frederick the Great, who were engaged in a fierce battle in the distance, heard the clapping and stopped in their tracks as if a pause button had been pressed. Montana's hand, holding a long sword, was plunged into Frederick the Great's heart, while Frederick the Great's fist was only a hair's breadth away from Montana's face.
The two stopped what they were doing and turned to look in Xiaobai's direction.
"It's time to go home!" Little White stood up from the sea platform, smiling and waving to Frederick the Great and Montana.
"Hey, is it over?!"
"Who won? Who won?"
On the sea platform, the ship girls who had just woken up looked at Xiaobai in surprise, subconsciously looking around.
Xiaobai smiled as she looked at the ship girls.
"Well, this time time ran out, so neither of us won nor lost," Xiaobai explained to the ship girls.
"Ah... it's a draw." The ship girls, who had just woken up, rubbed their eyes and sighed as they looked at the messy sea.
The center of the sea.
Montana listened to the sounds from the sea platform, her gaze flickered twice, and then she sighed helplessly and gave a bitter smile.
“Alright.” Montana withdrew his hand, raised his palm, and smiled at Frederick the Great, who was standing close to him. “The Admiral has spoken, so our battle is over, Frederick.”
"..." Frederick the Great's fist was placed in front of Montana. She was silent for a moment, black energy surging around her, and her blood-red eyes revealed a cold chill.
Montana smiled at Frederick the Great.
"Ah... if you still don't feel satisfied, you can hit my face again, okay?" Montana laughed as she removed her armor. She put her hands behind her back, offering her snow-white cheek in a friendly manner, as if to say, "Hmm... consider this payment for dragging you to fight with me twice. Come on, go ahead and beat this punchable face of mine with all your might. Don't hold back, just spare my life!"
"..."