Elder brother's garrison

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In a flash, Frederick the Great raised his arm and blocked his own shoulder.

puff!

A golden glint flashed.

Montana's saber slashed directly into Frederick the Great's arm, stopping only when it was lodged in her bone.

Black oil-like blood splattered in all directions.

Frederick the Great gripped the blade with his backhand, raised his right leg, and kicked Montana hard in the stomach, who was standing right in front of him.

Boom!

Montana was kicked away, but just a second before Frederick the Great's kick landed on Montana's body, the Deep Sea Killer on Frederick the Great's arm turned into flames and pounced towards Montana, quickly transforming into a small fire shield that blocked the kick.

Boom!

Montana was kicked away and fell into the water, creating a splash.

Frederick the Great's arm fell limply. She was slightly out of breath, staring at Montana, whom she had kicked away, and then subconsciously looked toward where Montana had been in the distance.

Just now... Montana should have been quite a distance away from me, so how could he have arrived in front of me in an instant?

Frederick the Great recalled what had just happened, and suddenly, she paused for a moment.

Frederick the Great looked at Montana, who was lying on the surface of the water.

this person……

Did she just use me as a cannonball and fire me with ship-mounted weapons?

As if confirming Frederick the Great's conjecture, Montana, clutching his stomach, staggered as he climbed out of the water.

The air was filled with a smell like charcoal.

"Regarding how to use melee weapons to pursue ranged enemies... the admiral demonstrated it to me once, wasn't it interesting?"

The flames on Montana's body subsided, and the golden saber reappeared in Montana's right hand.

Frederick the Great looked down at his arm.

The arm, which was nearly severed, was cut in half, but the cut was being continuously repaired by the deep-sea energy.

Frederick the Great frowned, but then, as if she had just thought of something, she looked at Montana.

At this moment, Montana also had obvious burn marks on her hands and feet. These burns were small patches, some pure black, some charred brown, and some pink, which were particularly noticeable on Montana's skin.

Frederick the Great frowned.

"In order to create the Deep Sea Killer, you need to disable your own protective abilities. In that case, the high temperature generated by being launched will also burn you."

Chapter 3114 The Battle Ends

Montana's body still radiated the lingering heat of the scorching sun.

Montana gripped his golden military knife, lowered his head, and smiled softly.

"In a fight... a little bloodshed is normal. We're even."

"My injuries will heal, but yours won't."

"...Will it really recover?" Montana raised his head and looked at Frederick the Great, his eyes shining brightly.

"..." Frederick the Great frowned.

“After fighting you for so long, I’ve actually started to notice something,” Montana said to Frederick the Great. “Although my attacks are causing you less and less damage, at the same time, the time it takes for you to recover from each injury is getting longer and longer. This not only means that you are gradually adapting to my attacks, but it also means that my attacks are not hitting empty air… At least, I know one thing: your regenerative abilities are not unlimited.”

Montana glanced around as he finished speaking.

The sea, which was originally shrouded in black fog, is now much clearer.

“Your recovery requires a lot of deep-sea energy,” Montana said. “However, this is not the deep sea. This is our naval base’s training ground. There isn’t that much deep-sea energy here for you to consume. Although you released a lot of deep-sea energy during the battle, allowing it to grow and spread in this sea, and deep-sea energy spreads and multiplies very quickly in clean water, it’s clear that even so, it can’t keep up with your consumption rate.”

After saying that, Montana paused deliberately for a moment.

Montana's gaze lingered on Frederick the Great's arm.

The conversation between the two lasted for a full half minute, but Frederick the Great, who could recover from all his injuries in just a few breaths, was still slowly recovering from the severed wound on his arm.

"Frederick the Great, how many more times can your injuries heal?"

"..."

"Penetrating wounds should be harder to heal than superficial wounds, right?"

"..."

(I) Frederick the Great remained silent, his feet lightly touching the water's surface.

Frederick the Great wanted to further widen the gap between himself and others.

brush----

Just then, a gust of hot wind swept in.

Montana charged forward, sword in hand, the blade aimed at Frederick the Great's chest.

"I won't let you go again!"

The blade slashed toward Frederick the Great's face.

Frederick the Great's powers were rendered ineffective, leaving him only able to rely on his physical reflexes to dodge the blade's strikes.

However, Frederick the Great's reaction speed was relatively slow. Even with her best efforts to dodge, she could only barely change the point of the blade's impact from her face to her chest.

The deep-sea assassin from Montana swiftly pierced Frederick the Great's chest.

puff!

A dark blade, stained with oil and blood, emerged from behind Frederick the Great.

Frederick the Great swayed, gritting her teeth, gripping the Deep Sea Killer with one hand, then regaining her footing, she raised her other arm, clenched it into a fist, and swung it at Montana in front of her.

call--

The fist, carrying a powerful force, reached Montana's head.

Montana's body, due to the malfunction of her ship's equipment, was now as fragile as a human's. Even a casual punch from Frederick the Great would likely have severely injured her on the spot.

Furthermore, Frederick the Great's ability to always hit can also be used against Montana.

She couldn't dodge that punch.

However, just as Frederick the Great's fist reached Montana's chest, the Deep Sea Killer transformed into flames and swiftly pounced back onto Montana, forming a fiery shield around her body.

Boom!

Frederick the Great punched Montana, sending him flying. Montana tumbled a few times on the sea, looking rather disheveled, before finally coming to a stop.

Frederick the Great did not look at Montana; she clutched her chest and knelt on the water.

Large amounts of oily blood flowed down from in front of and behind Frederick the Great.

Penetrating wound...

Compared to the "completely wrecked" injuries from the previous bombing, those injuries, though terrifying, did not damage Frederick the Great's body tissues or directly threaten his life. Therefore, for Frederick the Great, they were merely superficial wounds, and repairing them did not consume much of his deep-sea energy.

However, these two instances of being exposed by the deep-sea killer resulted in extremely serious injuries.

After all, this was a serious injury that directly pierced the internal organs.

Even a counterfeit Deepsea Killer... would cause far more damage to Montana's body than a battleship's cannon. That thing could still easily tear through Frederick the Great's body armor, damage her body tissue, and pierce her internal organs.

Frederick the Great's regenerative abilities depended on the severity of his injuries, as did the amount of deep-sea energy he required.

The more severe the injury, the greater the threat to life, and the more deep-sea energy is needed for recovery.

If it's just a superficial wound, it won't require much deep-sea energy. However, if it's an extremely fatal injury, the amount of deep-sea energy required will increase exponentially, reaching an astronomical figure.

Just like when Frederick the Great was cut in two by Xiao Bai, it was an injury that almost instantly ended Frederick the Great's life. In order to repair this kind of injury, Frederick the Great directly absorbed the deep-sea energy from the depths of Chapter 8, and only then did he barely manage to pull himself back from the brink of death.

At this point, the training grounds of the newbie garrison did not possess the same intense deep-sea atmosphere as the depths of Chapter 8. After suffering two severe penetrating wounds, Frederick the Great's recovery ability had been weakened to the extreme.

Frederick the Great could barely stop the oily blood flowing from her body. She raised her eyes and looked at Montana, who was swaying and rising from the water again.

Montana, dragging her saber, approached Frederick the Great. She was panting and looked down at him.

“Frederick… if my battle with you had come two or three days earlier… I think that while I might not have lost to you, I probably wouldn’t have been able to defeat you either.” Montana, standing on the oil-blooded ground, whispered to Frederick the Great, “The reason I’m able to hit you so successfully time and time again is because after my battle with the Admiral, I learned from her how to create the Deep Sea Killer weapon.”

"..."

"Do you think I'm despicable?" Montana asked.

"..." Frederick the Great clutched his wound, raised his head, looked at the saber in Montana's hand, then at Montana, and finally, panting, shook his head.

Manufacturing weapons was Montana's forte.

If Montana could create Deepsea Killers, then she had no reason not to.

After all... even if it's a fake of the Deep Sea Assassin, it's still the strongest weapon she can create at this stage, far surpassing her other attack methods.

There's no reason not to use a powerful weapon.

Montana wasn't despicable; she just... became stronger.

“It’s wonderful that you understand.” Montana looked at the silent Frederick the Great and spoke slowly. She raised her saber and said to Frederick, “Frederick… you are the strongest opponent I have ever faced besides the Admiral. Although our battle had many unexpected developments,… I am still very happy. That’s the truth. Even if I hadn’t won today and had been defeated by you, I would still feel the same way… so…”

The blade of General Montana's sword was spread out to the other side, with the back of the blade resting on Frederick the Great's shoulder.

“Frederick…don’t get up,” Montana whispered a reminder. “If the fighting continues, your life will really be in danger.”

"..."

Frederick the Great clutched her chest, panting, her gaze slowly lowering to the black oil-filled blood and water beneath her.

Although the deep-sea energy around her was constantly entering Frederick the Great's body, trying to heal her wounds, the injuries... were indeed recovering very slowly.

Frederick the Great's breathing became somewhat labored.

Frederick the Great frowned, bracing herself against Montana's saber, her aura of the deep sea surging around her, as if she were about to rise.

But the next moment.

Frederick the Great stopped moving.

Panting, Frederick the Great turned his gaze to the garrison, looking towards the horizon where the vaguely visible, towering admiral's office building stood.

Vaguely.

Several figures flashed through Frederick the Great's mind.

……

On the dark sea.

I was in excruciating pain.

A petite, snow-white figure nestled against her like a feather. She gently traced circles on her chest with her fingers, then leaned close to her ear, speaking in a weary voice with a faint scent of blood.

"If losing means becoming yours... then I have won this battle."

"According to the rules, from now on... you're mine."

……

Frederick the Great lowered his head, his breathing growing softer and softer.

Frederick the Great closed his eyes, leaned forward naturally, and with a soft thud, gently fell onto the oil-saturated surface of the water.

Montana looked at the fallen Frederick the Great, let out a long sigh, released her grip on the saber, and caused it to turn into flames and fly back to her body.

Montana flicked his fingers lightly.

Golden flames spread to the water's surface, and two disc-shaped robots emerged from the flames one after the other, carrying Frederick the Great from the black oil-saturated water onto the stretcher.

Montana stepped forward and observed the silent Frederick the Great.

Frederick the Great's wounds...have not fully healed yet, but at least her breathing is steady and her expression is peaceful.

Montana looked away and glanced up at the sky.

"it is finally over."

"Finally... I won."

Montana, clutching his aching back, let out a long sigh.

Chapter 3115 Xiaobai Arrives at the Scene