Elder brother's garrison

"Neither of these two can do anything to the other for the time being!"

"Really... I only knew they were strong, but I never expected them to be this strong... They didn't have this kind of effect when they fought the Admiral before..."

The ship girls couldn't help but look at each other as they talked about this.

"So, it's because the Admiral is too strong that Montana and Frederick the Great barely had a chance to unleash their terrifying power when fighting her?"

"Because Montana and Frederick the Great don't have a strong counter-relationship, their battles are always head-on clashes, with both giving their all, which is why the battle has turned out this way..."

The ship girls couldn't help but swallow hard when they thought about this.

Who will win this battle?

The ship girls stared at the incessantly rumbling sea, watching the explosions and flashes of fire that kept appearing on the surface, and suddenly began to speculate.

"Judging from the current situation, it seems that Montana has a slight advantage?"

"Although Frederick the Great possesses the ability to hit her target, her artillery fire cannot penetrate Montana's fire shield for the time being. On the contrary, Montana can inflict damage on Frederick the Great with an infinite number of attack methods!"

"No, no, Frederick the Great has the advantage. Although she is at a disadvantage in the current battle, she can keep repairing her body whenever she is injured. She is always at her peak. Montana does not have this ability. Once her shield is broken, the damage she suffers will be real damage! And most importantly... have you noticed something?"

A ship girl who had been staring at the battlefield for a long time suddenly spoke up.

"What's going on?" The others looked at the ship girl.

"Montana can certainly use nanomachines to launch almost an infinite variety of attacks, but... it's obvious that as the number of attack forms increases, the power of her attacks decreases!" The ship girl pointed at the black figure on the sea and said, "Powerful attacks are powerful because the forms they take are powerful. And now, as Montana uses them one by one, Frederick the Great is rapidly developing evasion resistance to those high-damage skills! In order to continue hitting Frederick the Great, Montana will have to reduce the damage of her skills and pursue more diverse forms!"

Hearing the ship girl's words, the others widened their eyes and looked towards the sea.

At this moment, on the sea, mechanical soldiers, armed with rifles fitted with bayonets, charged toward Frederick the Great.

Frederick the Great raised her arms, and after her thighs and arms were pierced by the mechanical soldiers several times, the fabric of her clothes was quickly stained red with black blood. Then she raised her long legs and kicked away the mechanical soldiers who were close to her, and then stepped on the heads of the mechanical soldiers as she approached the center of the sea of ​​fire.

The mechanical soldiers' bayonets could no longer cut Frederick the Great's body.

really!

With the ship girl's reminder, the others watching realized that while Montana's new attacks used to leave Frederick the Great battered and bruised, starting from some point, the damage Frederick the Great needed to withstand Montana's new attacks began to decrease! Eventually, Frederick the Great could even retaliate without immediately repairing his body after each attack!

Yes!

While Montana can guarantee she'll never use the same attack twice, even she can't make every attack deal massive damage...

Frederick the Great did indeed develop resistance to Montana's attack!

Thinking of this, the ship girls couldn't help but feel a little pessimistic as they watched the black figure charging headlong into the center of the sea of ​​fire.

To defeat Frederick the Great, a powerful attack that could bring her down in one blow is indeed needed... If Montana can't come up with a new attack of this caliber, then she is destined to never win this exercise...

At the end of the exercise...

The best outcome would probably be a draw between these two deep-sea creatures and the ship girls, who can never harm each other.

……

On the sea.

Amidst the flames, Montana looked down at Frederick the Great, who was charging straight toward him.

At that moment, Frederick the Great also raised his head and looked at Montana.

The two men exchanged a glance for a moment amidst the fierce battle.

What Montana saw in Frederick the Great's eyes was still a cold, imposing, crimson gaze devoid of emotion.

Montana, who was in the very center of the battlefield, had long understood the conclusions drawn by the ship girls on the beach.

Even though he possessed a galaxy-like array of attack methods, the number of skills that could effectively damage Frederick the Great was ultimately limited. In the intense battle that lasted for several tens of minutes, Montana had gradually used up most of his effective skills, and the battle situation on the sea began to gradually tilt in Frederick the Great's favor.

Chapter 3112 Montana Mio, the Fox Borrowing the Tiger's Power

Kukuku...

Frederick the Great drew nearer, and a heavy, rapid echo reverberated from the raging sea of ​​fire.

Montana, in the center of the inferno, stares at Frederick the Great.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still.

The raging artillery fire around them stopped in mid-air, the flames on Montana's fire shield ceased to flicker, and Frederick the Great remained in his diving posture, his cold, scarlet eyes fixed on Montana.

Montana is about to lose the ability to harm Frederick the Great.

Montana and Frederick the Great stared at each other for a long time, as if time had stood still.

then.

Time begins to flow.

Frederick the Great charged forward at breakneck speed, sending mechanical soldiers sprawling and falling along the way.

Montana waved his hand at Frederick the Great.

The sea of ​​fire changes.

Numerous golden flames intertwined and combined, instantly transforming into countless missile launchers.

With a series of whooshing sounds, golden missiles shot out, hurtling towards Frederick the Great.

Boom boom boom boom————

The missiles exploded on Frederick the Great's body, sending up bursts of sparks.

Unlike other attacks that become ineffective once the target is lost, a true missile is capable of tracking its target to the ends of the earth. Even if Frederick the Great dodges, the missile will change direction immediately and catch up with him at an extremely high speed.

In a sense, missiles are the only type of attack in the world that possesses a myriad of attack capabilities.

This is why Frederick the Great could not dodge the missile.

If Montana had been able to utilize its missile-equipped ships properly, the battle might not have escalated to this point.

But it's a pity.

Missiles are a unique and complex means of attack.

Anyone who wants to operate a missile must possess unique qualifications for operating missile-equipped shipboard systems.

Montana had only been born for a short time at this time, and she did not yet possess missile qualifications. Therefore, although she could forcibly replicate missile attacks using her second-stage abilities, her power, accuracy, and even range were much weaker than those of real missile-equipped ship girls.

Missiles keep falling one after another.

Frederick the Great began to show minor wounds, but her steps toward Montana did not falter in the slightest.

boom! ! !

Frederick the Great charged at Montana once again, her crimson eyes blazing, her deep-sea hull unfurling behind her, the red and black light blazing to its limit.

boom! ! !

A shell was fired at close range towards Montana.

Montana's fire shield trembled.

boom! ! !

Another shell slammed into Montana at close range.

Montana's shield trembled.

boom! ! !

The third shell hit Montana.

Montana's shield began to tremble violently.

Frederick the Great launched a fourth bombardment without any expression on his face.

However, at that very moment, Frederick the Great's brow twitched, and then his legs bent, and his entire body suddenly leaped backward.

Frederick the Great vanished in a flash.

next moment.

Whoosh whoosh————

More than a dozen golden chains shot out from all directions, heading towards the spot where Frederick the Great had once stood, and instantly became entangled.

Frederick the Great gently landed back in the distance. She bent over, reached into the golden sea of ​​fire, grabbed a metal block in the flames, and looked up at Montana.

This is... the first time Montana has used a repeated skill since the start of a formal battle.

Frederick the Great gazed at Montana, her gaze slowly shifting until it settled on the fiery shield surrounding Montana.

After taking the three melee attacks, Montana's fire shield visibly weakened.

—Her shield has thinned.

Frederick the Great straightened up, withdrew his hand, and looked down at the tiny wound on his hand.

Montana's Flame Shield is a protective shield composed of nanomachines that she can control. It is Montana's last, strongest, and most invincible defensive ability.

Regarding the defensive strength of this fire shield... its protective strength level fluctuates, roughly determined by the area of ​​the fire shield and the number of nanomachines required to form this fire shield.

In other words, the more nanomachines Montana deploys, the smaller the fire shield becomes, and the harder and more robust the fire shield becomes.

Montana once used almost all of her nanomachines to reinforce her flame shield, thus blocking White's laser cannon attack.

As for why the fire shield became thinner...

Frederick the Great glanced at the sea of ​​fire engulfing him and understood.

At this point, Montana had lost a large number of attack methods during the protracted battle. In order to continue to inflict effective damage on Frederick the Great, she had no choice but to incorporate the nanomachines originally intended to protect her into her offensive capabilities. This resulted in her fire shield becoming increasingly fragile after the nanomachines were removed.

Montana could naturally retract the nanomachines into the flame shield, continuing to transform it into a turtle-shell-like defense that Frederick the Great could not penetrate.

But in doing so... Montana completely lost his path to victory.

And, most importantly...

Frederick raised his head and looked at Montana.

"Cough cough..."

Inside his close-fitting fire shield, Montana covered his mouth, frowned slightly, and coughed.

While the fire shield is sturdy, it cannot defend against everything.

Although Montana managed to block the shells in front of her, she was still affected by the shield tremors to some extent.

After coughing twice, Montana noticed Frederick the Great's gaze. She lowered her hand, her eyes gleaming, and gave Frederick the Great a faint smile.

"What's wrong? Aren't you going to continue? I haven't finished using my moves yet."

Montana asked with a defiant smile.

Even so, Montana's fighting spirit remained high.

The intense combat exercise had been going on for more than half an hour.

We're about to... win.

Looking at Montana, who was still holding on somewhat, Frederick the Great had this thought flash through his mind.

A black aura emanated from Frederick the Great.

Montana reached out to Frederick the Great and gave him a firm handshake.

Swish swish swish swish ————

Hundreds of chains burst forth from all directions.

This is the third time I've used the same skill repeatedly.

The deep-sea aura emanating from Frederick the Great transformed into countless small snakes, which automatically constricted Frederick the Great's body, carrying her as she ran and dodged at high speed.

The chains shot out one by one, only to lose their target and fall helplessly back onto the water.

Frederick the Great charged toward Montana's body, the ship's rigging behind her beginning to gather a dark aura, the terrifying main gun barrels radiating a chilling heat.

Montana controlled the chains and pursued Frederick the Great.

Frederick the Great continued to dodge the chains and approach Montana.

Midway through their approach, Frederick the Great surrendered her body to the control of the deep-sea aura. Distracted, she observed the gazes around her, and suddenly, a hint of doubt flashed in her eyes.

The sea, which had been burning with golden flames, now had its flames extinguished.

The mechanical army that had been entrenched on the sea surface has vanished without a trace.