Elder brother's garrison

In the minds of deep-sea destroyers, it is a symbol of invincibility.

The advance force raced swiftly across the sea, searching for any trace of life.

Destruction. Destruction. Destruction.

Only by wielding cannons and ship equipment can the deep sea have any meaning in its existence.

Obedience and destruction are the only souls of the deep sea.

Soon, they caught a whiff of human scent.

The deep sea has an extremely sensitive sense of smell.

Within a hundred kilometers, the presence of humans is easily detected.

The half-fish girl opened her mouth wide, revealing her sharp teeth, silently excited.

A large group was behind them; once they confirmed the location, they could rejoin the main force.

Then, together with the strongest abyssal ships, they will enjoy humanity's lamentations amidst gunfire and debris.

Thinking of this, the destroyers trembled with excitement, raised their heads, and rushed back to the main force amidst the creaking of their machinery.

The main force is not far away.

With the deep-sea destroyer's extraordinary speed, it would only take it less than a few tens of minutes to get back.

The destroyers raced along, their surfaces stained with a brutal crimson.

……

Then, in what should have been the area where the main force was located, a raging fire was seen.

Fires don't start on the open sea.

There is only one exception.

That is, the situation where the lifeblood of the deep-sea amphibious ship—oil—is ignited.

—The deep sea is invincible.

It has powerful battleships, ferocious aircraft carriers, and the flagship that represents the entire fleet's faith.

—Invincible.

—They are invincible.

The destroyers, convinced of this, rushed toward the fire like moths to a flame.

Then, I saw the deep-sea ship's equipment, shattered by shelling, floating on the sea surface along with black oil.

It's so densely packed, it's like a garbage dump.

On the vast sea, crimson flames burned like hell, a scene the destroyers had long envisioned: the deep-sea fleet bombarding humanity's homeland.

The same flames, the same tragic scene, the only difference was the absence of human cries of agony.

The dazed destroyers searched around.

Where is the powerful deep-sea flagship?

A massive body, heavily armored.

It's easy to find.

...It should be easy to find.

……

……found it.

Ultimately, the destroyers found the deep-sea flagship.

—Her remains have been found.

The enormous body had long since been shattered, leaving only the half-human girl's corpse floating in the thick oil.

Not far from the corpse stood a black-clad ship girl holding an unnamed little flower.

Short pink hair, blood-red eyes.

There was also a kind of expression that was hard to tell whether it was heartlessness or sadness.

Her frail body and the deep-sea flagship that died before her created a stark contrast that the destroyers found unacceptable.

The destroyers roared and charged toward the girl.

The girl glanced lightly at the destroyers with her blood-red eyes, then turned back and walked to the remains of the deep-sea flagship, gently placing the flower in her hand on its forehead.

Slow and leisurely. Like taking a stroll in one's own backyard.

Yes, this is her courtyard.

The destroyers seemed to have crashed into some enormous barrier, plunging into the water.

As if they had seen something terrifying, they trembled involuntarily, filled with fear.

Fear, originating from their blood and soul, overwhelmed their bodies like a vast ocean.

Then, what they finally saw was a sky full of airplanes.

……

"Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom"

The immense wind pressure rippled across the sea, carrying the flower the girl had just placed far away.

She turned around and walked back the way she came.

On the other side, there were five other ship girls.

Bismarck, Hood, Renown, Lexington, Saratoga. Standing far away on the horizon, they await the maiden.

"Tirpitz," Lexington greeted Tirpitz.

Tirpitz nodded.

"Is it cleaned up?" Bismarck asked as Tirpitz walked back.

“It’s cleaned up,” Tirpitz replied.

She turned her head and looked behind her.

Thick black smoke, like a snake, snaked its way into the sky.

...This is my territory.

I'm risking my reputation as the world's best, my life, and my soul.

Stop at the deep sea.

—The girl thought silently.

……

The sea breeze at night carried the six silent ship girls as they drifted along.

The waters surrounding the naval base are not a stable area to begin with. It seems that the aura of the large number of ship girls in the naval base periodically lures out some deep-sea fleets from the deep seabed.

The Lexington's carrier-based aircraft, which are constantly circling in the sky, have a field of vision sufficient to monitor the area. They will detect any Abyssal fleets that appear immediately and then call upon the naval base's fleet to destroy them.

Tirpitz was the flagship of this battle fleet tasked with clearing out the deep-sea fleet.

The name Tirpitz comes from the historically famous "existence fleet," meaning that, in terms of the ship's combat capabilities, its very existence has tactical value.

Simply put, Tirpitz is a ship girl whose mere presence exerts a powerful suppressive force.

Any target deemed an enemy will be affected by Tirpitz, with their abilities being significantly reduced in all aspects.

Even some weak deep-sea creatures cannot move an inch in front of her.

On the way back to the naval base, Hood led the team.

Miss Hood, as the pride of the British Navy, has experience touring the world, so when she is the flagship, the speed of the fleet's equipment will be significantly improved.

This is also why the fleet can have high mobility.

A few hours later, as dawn broke over the sky above Tianba, the fleet returned to the naval base.

As soon as they entered the gates of the naval base, Lexington and Saratoga headed towards the office building.

Lexington had many other things to do, while Saratoga preferred to stay with her sister.

Reputation then headed to the cafeteria.

Although each dormitory in the naval base is equipped with a kitchen, many ship girls (most destroyers) are not good at cooking and they tend to eat communal meals in the canteen.

Reputation is equivalent to the head maid who manages the canteen.

In an instant, only Hood and the Bismarck sisters remained.

The three of them walked silently toward the dormitory building.

Hu De walked at the front, glancing nervously back repeatedly.

"Watch your step," Bismarck whispered a reminder.

"I...I did see! Don't follow me, you German sailor!" Hood seemed to have been exposed, turned around, his hands tangled together, and stammered.

Hood would unconsciously feel uneasy when he was with Bismarck. This happened quite often.

“…My house is right next to yours.” Bismarck quietly watched Hood’s retreating figure. “…And be quiet.”

Suddenly reminded, Hood's face turned red instantly.

"I understand..." Hood lowered his head and muttered dejectedly.

It was still early morning, and many ship girls were still asleep. It was indeed not good to make a lot of noise at this time.

Bismarck sighed softly.

She quickened her pace slightly and walked ahead of Hood.

Hood walked quietly alongside Tirpitz behind Bismarck.

Tirpitz glanced at Hood, who looked tense, with his red eyes.

"W-what's wrong?" Hood asked, feeling Tirpitz's gaze.

Tirpitz thought for a moment, but still didn't say anything.

Tirpitz is a completely different person at home and in public. When dressed in formal attire, Tirpitz is unsmiling and surprisingly dignified. Even Hood feels a little uneasy under her gaze.

Hood, suffering from late-stage paranoia, felt a chill run down his spine. He quietly hunched over and cautiously stared at Tirpitz and Bismarck, looking them over carefully.

When they arrived at Hood's house, Hood quickly opened the door and slipped inside like a shadow.

"boom!"

He slammed the door shut with complete lack of manners.

Bismarck and Tirpitz were already used to this.

Walking a few more steps inside, Bismarck stood in front of her own door and took out her keys.

"Are you hungry?" Bismarck turned and asked Tirpitz.

Tirpitz rubbed his stomach.

She hadn't eaten a proper main meal all day, though she had eaten plenty of potato chips and instant noodles, but by the early hours of the morning she was starting to feel hungry.

She nodded.

"What to eat?"

"...instant noodles."

"I'll make some fried rice."

"it is good."

Chapter 19 Tyr's Night Raid on Little Sister-in-Law Bitches

Once inside the house, Tirpitz felt a sense of fullness, as if something had returned to his body.

She deftly unzipped her clothes with her fingers and quickly took them off.

Tirpitz dashed into the living room, threw on his pajamas, picked up the comic book he was halfway through reading, and began to read it with great interest.