Elder brother's garrison

That sounds like it hurts a lot.

Chapter 827 Supply Sauce Takes Revenge

The critical moment of evolution is extremely important for deep-sea amphibious ships. When a high-level deep-sea aura selects a deep-sea being, a large amount of deep-sea aura will flow into its body and modify its ship equipment. In this state, it cannot be disturbed.

Even if a low-level deep-sea amphibious vessel is not considered a high-level deep-sea vessel of the same kind, it will not easily disturb its deep-sea comrades who are preparing to evolve at this time.

However, this little hand suddenly, and unfortunately, appeared at the very last moment of evolution, when everything was already set in stone and there was no going back, and smashed the deep-sea amphibious vessel's head hard.

As the deep-sea amphibious ship let out a series of screams, its nearly completed ship equipment also crackled and popped. In an instant, a strong aura of the deep sea rushed out through the gaps in the ship equipment, like billowing smoke, and then dissipated completely, returning to the sea.

The Deepsea Abyss Ship stiffened for a moment, then the golden patterns on its hull slowly faded, the gold disappeared, and the weak red light returned. The Deepsea Abyss Ship weakly climbed to the surface of the sea, its breath gradually weakening.

—It failed to evolve.

The high-ranking deep-sea creatures surrounding the deep-sea vessel stared at each other in bewilderment, wondering how their companion, who had been so easily defeated by the flying dragon, had failed at the last moment. They stood there dumbfounded for a long time.

A few moments passed in the blink of an eye. Suddenly, a high-level deep-sea creature let out a roar, and a circle of deep-sea amphibious ships attacked. Several huge beast mouths opened and instantly tore the body of the failed deep-sea amphibious ship to shreds.

Those deep-sea amphibious ships that fail to evolve are still considered food.

While deep-sea amphibious ships do not need to eat, the rare metals and material energy contained in the equipment of their companion ships can save these deep-sea amphibious ships a lot of effort in resupplying.

—After all, a deep-sea amphibious ship that ignores the food that is delivered to its mouth is not a proper deep-sea amphibious ship.

In mysterious waters.

Xiao Bai covered his hand as he pulled it back, staring at the horrific scene outside the border with his mouth agape, deeply moved.

How cruel!

Xiao Bai pursed his lips and frowned as he watched a failed evolutionary deep-sea amphibious vessel being devoured alive, and his head began to ache.

Looking at this savage appearance, Xiaobai really didn't want to admit that the pure and lovely deep-sea deans like Deep Sea Yamato were the same kind of life as the creature in front of her.

No wonder the Deans of the Deep Sea Academy don't want to go back after they've gone ashore.

Being with these deep-sea amphibious ships is really not very interesting...

"Admiral, has anything changed here?" Missouri asked Xiaobai, who was standing next to him.

"Well, it's not exactly changed. In short, we can still go back." Xiaobai smiled at Missouri. "I just tested it, and it works fine."

"I see." Missouri lowered her head, then lifted her foot to step forward.

"Ah! Missouri, don't go yet."

"Ok."

"Let's...wait a few more minutes..." Xiaobai said to Missouri somewhat awkwardly, looking at the tragic scene outside the border.

Several minutes passed.

After a brief period of calm returned to the outside world, Xiaobai jumped into Missouri's arms. While hugging Missouri, she let the will of the deep sea eliminate the scent on both of them, and pressed her body against Missouri's high breasts. On the firm peaks, she smelled Missouri's fragrance through her clothes and felt Missouri's endless softness and sweetness.

—I will become like that someday.

Little White closed its eyes.

The girl is praying.

Missouri and Little White's figures merged into the distorted boundary. As they moved away, the normal figures gradually twisted and eventually blended into it.

The waters finally quieted down.

The ripples that Missouri created as she left spread outwards in concentric circles, slowly extending beyond the boundary.

The scene in Chapter 828 gradually blurred, disappeared, and finally turned into complete darkness.

The darkness seemed to last forever.

next second.

The scenery at the border suddenly brightened up again.

"Gurgle gurgle—gurgle gurgle—"

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In Nia's yard, the kitchen was filled with the constant clanging and clattering of stir-frying.

The ship girls, off duty, gathered around their dining table, chatting animatedly.

Nia, who was peeling garlic next to the sink, suddenly felt a weight on her thigh.

"Admiral. Admiral. Hasn't Admiral Shiro returned yet?" Nia's ship girl, Laffey, tugged at Nia's sleeve and snuggled against Nia's thigh, her small body rubbing against it.

“Xiaobai said she had to leave for a while, but she’ll be back soon.” Nia turned around and smiled at Raffi beneath her. “No need to rush.”

"The beach is dangerous," Raffi muttered under his breath.

“Little White is amazing. The most amazing in the world.” Nia put down the garlic she was peeling halfway through, and with a smile, poked Laffey’s nose with her finger. “Little Laffey, even though you are the ship girl that Little White made for me, you were never this worried when I was working overtime.”

"Ugh." Laffey covered her nose and closed her eyes tightly. "The Admiral stinks..."

"This smells like garlic, not stinky at all."

"Smells like garlic..." Laffey muttered, covering his nose as he ran back, found Javelin jumping rope with Fubuki, and pounced on him.

Fluttering.

The two destroyers crashed to the ground and rolled around.

Chaos erupted on the destroyer side.

"Whoa! What are you doing, Lafite?!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"Don't rub, don't rub! Ouch, it itches so much! Ugh, it itches so much! Let go!"

"Hahaha, Javelin, you lost! The beef balls for your dinner tonight are from my chuxue!"

"Aaaaaaah, no!"

Nia, who was squatting by the sink, watched the destroyers having so much fun and smiled gently. Then she turned on the tap and rinsed her fingers.

The water in autumn is quite cold; if you leave it on your fingers for too long, it will feel like it's being cut with a knife.

Nia turned on the tap, looked at her fingers which had turned bright red, smelled them to make sure there was no odor, and then nodded as she put the peeled garlic into the bowl.

The bright flames and clanging sounds in the kitchen paused.

"Is it done?" Bismarck, wearing a chef's hat, poked her head out from inside and looked at Nia.

"Just finished peeling it."

"Give it to me." Bismarck held out a large ladle to Nia.

Nia poured the garlic into the ladle.

Bismarck nodded and shrank back, and in an instant, the sounds from the kitchen rang out again.

—Nia should be the head chef in the kitchen, but Bismarck has been the head chef lately, and it seems to be doing quite well.

Nia breathed on her fingers, and while the breath was still warm, she bent her ten fingers into her palm and rubbed them back and forth.

Nia walked to the kitchen doorway and looked inside.

Bismarck stood in front of the stove, his poker face expressionless as he skillfully tossed the wok, the fiery red dishes sizzling and sizzling in the pan.

Beside Bismarck, a beautiful ship girl in a cheongsam, whose beauty was so striking that one couldn't help but take a second look, was quietly chopping vegetables in front of the cutting board, holding a kitchen knife.

A pair of flawless long legs were partially revealed through the slit of the cheongsam, their beauty enhanced by the slender waist. The ample valley was filled with the maximum amount of wind and waves.

Her black hair, as smooth as silk, cascaded down her neck. Her delicate features seemed unfocused as she looked at the vegetables in her hands, her knife moving swiftly and gracefully, transforming the act of chopping vegetables into a form of art to behold.

Missouri, the kitchen assistant, was also absent today. Nia wanted to come up and lend a hand, but Yixian took her place, citing the limited energy of humans and the need for rest.

Nia stared blankly for a while.

Nia only just realized that Yixian was also such a good cook.

They've kept it well hidden.

With that kind of aura, I always feel like Yat Sien would be able to make dishes that glow.

Thinking about this, Nia suddenly felt a little sad.

—Every ship girl in Xiaobai's collection seems so good.

Nia knew that her cooking skills weren't particularly good; she was only good enough to occasionally help out at regular mealtimes, so she wasn't particularly proud of it.

It's just that Xiaobai can pick any ship girl and cook just as well as he can, which makes me feel strangely uncomfortable.

Nia was conflicted and felt anxious.

Nia turned around and looked at the ship girls behind her.

Royal Oak sat awkwardly in a rather secluded spot, her head bowed, her neck hunched, and a glass of juice filled with juice in front of her.

cv16 and Constellation sat next to her, staring intently at Royal Oak's face. One held a Coke, and the other held an orange juice. None of the three spoke.

The Royal Oak is practically crying from all the stares.

...The fandom of ship girls can be quite difficult to understand sometimes.

Nia looked to one side and saw the little blue girl who had just joined the White Guard's mansion lying on the ground, fast asleep, hugging a broom that was almost as tall as her.

The other two ship girls, one gold and one green, who had joined earlier, squatted beside her. They remained silent, simply looking down and poking the little blue girl's cheek with their fingers.

"Ugh... I... I'm just trying to survive..."

"Let me handle this... phew..."

"Let's play together... I have a cute voice..."

The little blue girl slept peacefully, muttering strange things to herself.

Cleveland was there too; she was squatting at the feet of the little blue girl, pinching her chin, looking very serious.

This is what Cleveland has been like since yesterday.

Nia heard Cleveland say that she felt the little girl looked familiar, and there was a sense of familiarity about her.

Under Nia's gaze, Cleveland hesitated for a long time before suddenly reaching out and touching the little girl's thigh.

skilled.

skilled.

In one swift motion, she took off her panties.

“…Hmm…” The sleeping little blue girl reacted violently.

Cleveland looked at the little blue girl's sleeping face.

"Don't touch me!" With a sharp shout, the little girl in blue raised her leg and slapped Cleveland across the face.

That kick punctured a major artery.

Cleveland fainted with a hiccup between the little blue girl's legs.

"Mmmmmm..." In her sleep, the little blue girl frowned, then squeezed her legs together, holding Cleveland's head, and rolled over on the spot.

The brows relaxed.

At this moment, even the deep-seated hatred seemed to have forgotten everything.

The little blue girl slept even more soundly.

"So soothing!"

Chapter 829 I'll Show You a Talent

In the bustling courtyard, the ship girls gathered in small groups around their respective dining tables, their voices chattering away. Amidst the noise, no one except Nia noticed that Cleveland in the corner had been knocked out by a blue little girl carrying a broom.

Nia looked awkwardly at the little blue girl who was sitting on top of the unconscious Cleveland in an extremely undignified position, with her snow-white thighs covered by half-undone black panties, and her little bottom exposed in mid-air, yet she was still sleeping soundly without any sense of vigilance.

That's quite impressive in terms of combat power.

It's not really appropriate to leave it like this. Should we go and call them?

As Nia was thinking this, just as she was about to walk over there, the deep-sea supply ship, which was still fast asleep under the watchful eyes of the deep-sea Bismarck and the deep-sea Tirpitz, suddenly shuddered, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over its head, and its eyes snapped open.

"Swoosh!" The deep-sea supply ship didn't seem to have just woken up at all; it was incredibly energetic. The deep-sea supply ship raised its hand, wiped the drool from the corner of its mouth, and without caring about its surroundings, pulled up its panties and jumped up from the ground.

"Yay! Work! Work! Work!!" The deep-sea supply ship grabbed the broom in her arms and ran towards the water room. She turned on the tap, threw the broom on the ground, grabbed the rag next to the sink and wrung it hard under the tap water, then charged towards the ship girls in the middle of the yard with unstoppable momentum.