Elder brother's garrison

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Just like when you suddenly enter the dark, your eyes can't see anything at first, and it takes a while before you can slowly see things clearly. Everything that has antibodies needs an adaptation process.

If Tirpitz turns off the aura and then suddenly turns it back on without the Deepsea Dean noticing, she will still be affected by Tirpitz in the first few seconds before she has adapted to the North Sea aura.

Tirpitz nodded: "But the aura will need to be turned off for a while."

"Yes, that's fine." Xiaobai nodded.

Then Xiaobai turned his attention to Saratoga.

"Saratoga," Little White said with a smile, tossing her long, snow-white hair, "Do you remember that game we played before?"

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Deep Sea Deletion lingIX Age (Seven) Guilt Bar Dean felt the weight that had been pressing on him disappear.

She gave the pink-haired ship girl a cold look.

...Is there a time limit to this halo?

Then you guys are doomed.

I'm absolutely furious right now!

Dean Shenhai revealed a cruel smile, raised his other hand and swung it towards Xiaobai.

Die!

A dense swarm of planes roared down from the sky like a swarm of insects.

However, at that moment, the Dean of the Deep Sea discovered that the blonde ship girl who had been opposing him in the sky was missing.

She searched the surrounding sea.

Then the blonde ship girl is now crouching on the beach in a 100-meter sprint crouching start position, with her hands on the ground, looking up at him.

???

What does she want to do?

"Three, two, one." Little White is counting down.

"Go!"

"Bang!" Saratoga took a step back with all her might, and in an instant, a sonic boom like thunder rang out behind her.

She actually did.

They charged straight towards the direction of Dean Shenhai?!

The unusual way of sending someone to their death stunned Dean Shenhai.

The mechanical whales beneath her instinctively fired their cannons at Saratoga.

Saratoga moved with exceptional agility, tumbling and dashing along the shore, dodging all the artillery fire, and steadily closing in on the Deep Sea Dean.

Just as the Deep Sea Dean was about to gather the mechanical whales beneath him to meet Saratoga head-on, Tirpitz and Missouri Hood's artillery fire came crashing down on them like a knife to the bone.

Annoying.

It's really annoying.

Dean Deepsea stretched out his hand, completely ignoring Saratoga, and controlled a large number of planes to fly towards Tirpitz.

It's just an aircraft carrier, full of fighter jets. What can it do if she gets close?

Without the protection of an aircraft carrier, how many of you will survive this bombing?

Thinking of the sweet results, Dean Shenhai couldn't help but smile.

Then, Saratoga reached the Deep Sea Dean's body.

It was at this moment that Tirpitz's North Sea aura was activated once again.

That unpleasant feeling of being suddenly entangled by something made Dean Shenhai's body stiffen once again.

Then, Saratoga, pressing down on the head of a mechanical whale beneath him, jumped down to the Deep Sea Dean's feet.

She clenched her fists, her blue eyes resembling a pair of burning suns.

She bent her knees and squatted down.

The ship's equipment behind them was burning red, constantly hissing and emitting astonishing heat.

Saratoga stomped hard on the ground, using all his strength to deliver a punch to the Deep Sea Dean's chin.

The physical strength of a ship girl is roughly equivalent to that of a heavy truck.

It's more than enough to deal with humans, but its power is far too low to be effective against the deep sea.

It is far inferior to artillery fire and torpedoes.

but.

Xiaobai's admiral network can enhance the ship girls' stats.

Although the amplification at full power only lasts for less than a second, the magnitude is tenfold.

That's enough to upgrade a fully-running heavy truck into a rocket launcher.

The punch landed squarely on Dean Shenhai's chin.

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"Boom!"

A dull thud came from Saratoga's fist and the Deep Sea Dean's chin.

Saratoga's punch was like a missile warhead slamming into the Deep Sea Dean's face; the immense force caused Saratoga's feet to leave the ground.

—She took flight.

The Dean of the Deep Sea Academy, despite his heavy and bulky body, was actually sent flying by this punch.

"puff!"

For the first time, Dean Shenhai experienced what internal injury meant. After that punch, it felt as if everything inside his body had shattered, and black petroleum-like fluid gushed uncontrollably from his mouth.

The upward trend has not stopped.

The massive, steel warship, resembling a small mountain, soared into the sky with undiminished momentum.

The deep sea creature is, after all, just a marine creature. It has wing-like ship equipment, but ultimately it cannot fly.

"Ready! Fire!" Hood's clear and resolute voice reached her ears.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The sound of cannons firing rang out incessantly.

In mid-air, the Dean of the Deep Sea looked at the three ship girls on the sea surface who were aiming at him with huge cannon-shaped ship equipment, and desperately tried to twist his body.

However, as mentioned before, she is from the deep sea, not a bird.

In the air, with no one to protect her, she was unable to move at all.

She could only watch in horror as the shells hurtled towards her body like death warrants.

Saratoga, on the other hand, slowly drifted down from mid-air.

After delivering a powerful punch to the Deep Sea Dean, Shiro's buffs were released, and Saratoga's ship equipment did not malfunction this time.

Her face flushed, she closed her eyes and curled up in mid-air.

"what……"

Saratoga couldn't help but squeeze her long, firm legs together, raise her delicate, pink chin filled with excitement, and let out uncontrollable moans from her full, glistening lips.

"Boom!" Just as a large firework rose into the sky as the last burst of fireworks during the holiday, marking the climax of the banquet, Saratoga, amidst the explosion behind her, also rose into the sky in various ways, her eyes glazed over.

--Cool.

Violence truly is the most outstanding ability in the world.

The dignified Dean of the Deep-Sea Science Institute, the head of the Deep-Sea Aircraft Carrier, and the dream of a million-strong deep-sea destroyer died in the fireworks of the sky.

Saratoga landed smoothly on the water.

Then her legs went weak and she knelt down.

The addition of Xiaobai is not without its side effects. Although the biggest side effect, ship equipment crashing, has been avoided, there are still some areas that need to be soft and some areas that need to be wet.

With a splash, seawater hit Saratoga's skirt, wetting it.

—Why are you looking at me? I was just talking about the clothes.

Anyone with dirty thoughts, go stand in the corner as punishment!

"Has Dean Shenhai resolved the issue?" Xiaobai asked.

Hood smiled helplessly: "Hmm."

Once the Deep Sea Commander is eliminated, the surrounding Deep Sea Fleet will lose its leadership and fall into disarray.

Hood watched as the deep-sea warships began to scatter and disperse along the shore.

Dean Shenhai must be completely dead. He was hung up and blasted to pieces, leaving no trace of his body.

"Phew—" Tirpitz breathed a sigh of relief.

Little White relaxed and lay back in Tirpitz's arms.

It's over.

This whole night of commotion is finally over.

For some reason, once he relaxed, sleepiness washed over him like a tidal wave, and Xiaobai couldn't help but yawn.

"Are you sleepy?" Tirpitz asked.

"kindness."

"Go to sleep." Tirpitz patted Little White's head.

Tirpitz's fingers were cool and comfortable.

Little White closed its eyes.

Upon closer reflection, Xiaobai hadn't slept all night either. It wouldn't be so bad if she had just been sitting there, but she had worked hard all night.

He ran around on Yuxiu's beach, even snatched a ship's equipment from the Deep Sea Dean, and then came here to rescue Yuxiu, who was troubled by the Deep Sea disaster.

Tonight was really tiring for Xiaobai.

The moment the Dean of the Deep Sea was destroyed, Xiao Bai lost its reason to stay upright and finally couldn't hold on any longer, so it fell asleep.

Splash splash ...

The Deep Sea Dean's planes, which had been circling in the sky, lost control of their owners and, like dead black seagulls, plunged into the sea.

As if announcing the end of the Abyss, the battleships and heavy cruisers all ran back the way they came.

Next, it's just a matter of dealing with the smaller fry.

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Bai Yinwu had a wonderful sleep.

He dreamed of his parents.

I dreamt of my classmate.

He dreamed that he was running on a green grassland.

He also dreamed of a black-haired girl wearing a straw hat, who smiled at him with a pure and kind smile amidst cattle and sheep grazing in the wind-blown grass.

He dreamed that he possessed countless riches.

He also dreamed that he owned a vast, boundless pasture.

He married the pure-hearted girl with the straw hat in the pastures, and they had children.

Then a peaceful sound passed.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Bai Yinwu opened her eyes.

He was lying on a hospital bed, next to a window that was open. A cool breeze blew in like soda, and the sweet taste immediately filled Bai Yinwu's mouth.