The Naval Base of the Unnamed Ship Girls

Aside from its origins, the Autumn Wind Pillar is a reliable, steady warship with nothing particularly special about it.

Or rather, if a warship like her were summoned by a human admiral in this world as a ship girl, it would mostly look like this.

Past hatred and obsession seemed less important than that contract. Even though she was as proud as Yibo Linshihao, Governor Yingzheng told her to keep it to herself, and she obediently kept it to herself.

On the contrary, the ship girls summoned by Adun kept these things. Of course... another reason is probably that Adun's admiral contract is different from ordinary admiral contracts.

The alien warship, born from the deep sea, retains these same characteristics while adding a sense of hatred for humanity.

This can be seen from Gantricso's personal experience. As for Izsa, well... a little more or less wouldn't make a difference, and besides, there's still Adon to keep her in check.

The fact that Purifying Flame originated from a deep-sea ship girl is quite an exception; it just goes to show that there are indeed many interesting things in the universe shrouded in chaos.

However, after transforming from the Purifying Flame into a ship girl, while guiding the ship girls in the East Asian theater to establish a tribunal, she would occasionally utter phrases like "internal heretics are more despicable than enemies" and "purifying humanity is a necessary measure." Judging from this, her "love" for humanity differs somewhat from that of a normal person.

"Really?" Qiufeng Zhidun was stunned for a moment, not expecting such an operation. However, she immediately thought of Marshal Lawrence, the former Pacific Governor who was resurrected by Adun and defeated his wife.

In that case, it's not impossible for Yaton to revive Colonel Yin Wu.

“However, it might not be the same as the resurrection you imagine.” Seeing the puzzled look on Autumn Wind’s Mound’s face, Adon continued to explain, “I can recreate a human with all of your memories, personality, appearance, and even physical age, but I cannot recreate his soul.”

"Is there a difference?" Qiufeng Zhidun, from a purely technological world, didn't quite understand what the difference was between different souls.

“Based on your experience, there is indeed no difference, but according to the detailed classification of individual beings,” Adun said, “the two are not quite the same. What is resurrected is always just a copy of the original, not the original itself.”

"..." Although he still didn't understand what Adon meant, Qiufeng Zhidun said, "No need, Your Excellency, the deceased is gone."

“Hmm…” Since Qiufengzhidun said so, Yadun did not continue on this topic, nor did he respond to Qiufengzhidun’s words, “The deceased are gone.”

It wasn't that there was no response; Adun intended to praise Autumn Wind's Mound's mentality, which was quite unique for a warship that was essentially a destroyer of the world.

The reason why Adun did not continue to respond was that a ship girl hovering in mid-air blocked the Governor's Mansion in flight, just like a boss in the middle of the road.

Although in terms of size, it's even more exaggerated than a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

However, the floating fortress, which did not slow down when faced with hundreds of thousands of mantis shrimps attacking it, immediately stopped and transferred all its energy into the shield system.

Even if Cybros was very confident in his technology, he was unwilling to let the fortress face the attack of a starship-class antimatter cannon.

Especially the ship girl who controls this antimatter cannon, clearly used some forbidden methods to make her main cannon fire at full power when she couldn't deploy her main body.

"Give me back my...admiral!" Leo, a starship under Marshal Yingxia, whose body was radiating jet-black energy, said in a struggling tone.

As she spoke these words, her eyes were completely devoid of light, indicating that this ship girl, modified through some forbidden means, had lost her sight...

However, for a ship girl, especially an interstellar warship, losing sight does not mean losing all senses.

"Your admiral? Who knows where he died in some obscure corner?" Blood Throne mocked.

Although Blood Throne is drug-addicted and neurotic, as a Protoss warship, she has great contempt for such modifications that almost cost her everything in pursuit of power.

Of the ship girls present, only Qiufengzhidun couldn't figure out what had happened to this ship girl; the other Protoss warships could understand it to some extent.

I don't know the process or the method, but at least I know that the last thing that the ship said might be the last thing it ever said.

It's only a matter of time before it becomes a madman that only knows destruction and devastation.

While the Blood Throne mocked the ship girl, in another world, outside a fortified fortress surrounded by layers upon layers of tactical dolls, a tactical doll was shouting through a megaphone:

“Listen up, everyone inside! What you’re holding onto has lost its value. Stop resisting because of your outdated and corrupt ideas. Lay down your weapons and surrender now. You might even be able to join the construction of the new world.”

"Is it really useful to say that?" the land-based Yamato asked South Dakota, who was monitoring every move in the fortress with binoculars.

“…Then let’s change the word?” South Dakota said, putting down his binoculars.

So the tactical android read the new draft with a conflicted expression. Compared to the previous all-purpose persuasion draft, this draft was much more concise.

From beginning to end, from the inside out, it all conveyed the message: "Ying Xia, if you come out now, we'll make sure you die a quick and easy death."

"Will this really work?" The tactical doll pondered, repeatedly reciting the text that was less of a surrender ultimatum and more of a desperate plea.

"Is she really inside?" asked the land-based Yamato, who had been covering its forehead for a while.

“It’s definitely here, can’t you sense it?” South Dakota said.

"What do you feel?" the land-based Yamato asked curiously.

“The scent of the governor’s power…” South Dakota said as he continued to raise his binoculars. The image in the binoculars was not the fortress’s defensive structures, but Shimada Hanzo, the eldest brother of the Shimada family, carrying a longbow and climbing a cliff with no handholds.

The Shimada clan admiral, trained by the first Akagi, had only one mission from beginning to end.

That was to assassinate another admiral; perhaps the traitor had committed an unforgivable crime.

Ship girls cannot kill the admiral, and even ordinary humans find it difficult to do so. Therefore, the first generation of Akagi trained these executioners from the Shimada family.

In fact, while Shimada Hanzo was still demonstrating how to climb the wall, his younger brother Shimada Genji had already crawled inside.

The so-called pronouncements are just waiting for the outcome.

☆, Chapter 1450 Colonial Ship? Me too!

Back in the Koprulu Sector, the Hyperion never cooperated with the Blood Throne; on the contrary, they clashed several times due to their hostile relationship.

Although they were in the Twisting Nether, both were part of a makeshift alliance.

The only real cooperation was that mission to help Commander Renault protect his wife.

However, the lack of experience did not affect the cooperation between the two ships.

Under the combined forces of the Blood Throne and the Hyperion, the interstellar battleship "Leo," which seemed to have lost most of its self-awareness, quickly fell into a state of being covered in wounds.

"Give... me... the admiral... back to me..." Even though it was battered and bruised, the starship "Leo" still repeated this sentence in a daze.

It seems this is the last language she knows.

"How boring..." Hyperion said after quickly slipping back to the Blood Throne after a round of close-range QTEs. "There's no sense of accomplishment in fighting against this kind of opponent."

The lack of a sense of accomplishment isn't because the opponent is a wooden stake. In fact, even if they've lost a lot of consciousness, their fighting spirit and experience are still reliable.

Hyperion felt no sense of accomplishment because his attacks felt like tickling his opponent.

Even though the other party appeared to be covered in wounds, Hyperion knew that the other party had not actually suffered any major damage.

At the same time, as a starship with rich combat experience, the Hyperion would naturally not drag out her toy Odin mech in front of an opponent who was also a starship.

She knew perfectly well that using this thing would be a drag on her combat effectiveness when facing enemies of the same level.

"But she doesn't even have 10% structural damage yet. Did you not eat enough or refuel properly?" Unlike the Hyperion, which undulated slightly as it hovered in mid-air, the Blood Throne remained perfectly still and asked the Hyperion:

"Or do you need some special drugs to enhance your combat capabilities?"

"Do you think I'm a drug addict like you? I've already done my best to inflict this much damage, and the enemy is a warship many times larger than mine," Hyperion retorted immediately.

"Not by much. According to your human units of measurement, the opponent is just a starship that is fifteen kilometers long." As a Protoss mother ship with a diameter of ten kilometers... cough cough, Mother Ship, it is naturally not like the Hyperion where the size of the opponent cannot be seen.

"Oh, only fifteen kilometers... Pshaw, that's much bigger than me," Hyperion retorted.

"But the other side is not a warship." Even with its daily drug use and neurotic tendencies, the Blood Throne still possesses the basic qualities of a top-tier Protoss ship.

"What is it if not a warship? A fortress?" Hyperion asked curiously.

Although the opponent was somewhat out of his mind, he still retained some instinctive fighting methods. If the Hyperion hadn't been a sufficiently agile warship with thick armor, he might not have been able to get off after just one round of QTEs.

"It's just an immigrant ship," the Blood Throne said in a condescending tone.

"..." Hyperion paused for a moment, then asked with a puzzled expression, "Are you sure?"

"Are you questioning me?" the Blood Throne retorted. If Adun hadn't been so close behind her, she would have definitely shown Hyperion the respect that a subordinate should have for a superior.

"Your immigration ship carries antimatter cannons?" Hyperion asked, revealing the reason for his doubt.

It wasn't that Hyperion didn't believe in the Blood Throne, but rather that this ship was simply too formidable. Even with only a sliver of fighting spirit remaining, it was already so troublesome; it would be too bizarre to call it a warship.

"Is there something wrong?" the Blood Throne countered.

"..." Seeing the Blood Throne's unchanging expression, Hyperion suddenly didn't know how to respond.

"Actually, before I was transformed into the flagship of the Death Fleet, I was also an immigrant ship. All the Protoss Mother ships were built in the style of immigrant ships," Blood Throne revealed his origins.

"..." Hyperion really wanted to complain about why the immigrant ship needed to have its glass burned.

Unfortunately, as the opponent recovered from the Hyperion-style QTE attack, Hyperion didn't have time to waste on such strange questions.

Watching the Hyperion charge into battle, the Blood Throne raised his hand, glanced at the energy level on his armor, shook his head, and muttered to himself:

"Even though I've absorbed so much, I still haven't reached the full amount."

The fact that the Blood Throne couldn't unleash its ultimate attack because its energy wasn't full made it lose face for them, who had volunteered to take down the interstellar warship.

Just as the Blood Throne was debating whether to take a pill and go straight for it, or wait for the energy to be replenished...

The interstellar colony ship "Leo," which had been thoroughly beaten by the Hyperion, suddenly snapped out of its daze.

Before he could react, Hyperion was slapped away and sent flying like a shooting star.

"?" The Blood Throne subconsciously raised his hand, creating rows of psionic shield fields in front of him. The next second, an antimatter cannon that could tear apart all matter struck the psionic shield fields.

Although the Blood Throne was not damaged, its energy bar, which was almost full, was reduced by half again.

"Damn it!" The Blood Throne, whose plan to show off had collapsed halfway through, finally gave up on pursuing "elegance" and "instant kill," and decisively lit up the crimson psionic light blade on his arm armor, rushing forward to fight his opponent.

If it weren't for Adun holding him back, the Hyperion, which was slapped out of the stratosphere, would have fallen unimpeded all the way to the moon.

Fortunately, Hyperion was sturdy enough, otherwise, such a blow would have definitely hurt her.

If a native ship girl were to be hit by something that could push her beyond cosmic velocity, she would probably disintegrate immediately.

"What's going on?" Hyperion, who had been pulled back by Adun, was still in a daze.

“South Dakota’s mission is complete,” Adun said to Hyperion.

"What mission has been completed?" Hyperion asked, bewildered.

"The admiral of this colony ship has been dealt with, hasn't he?" said Xiao Xu, who was happy to have an easy time since Blood Throne had volunteered.

“…Oh…” Hyperion nodded, understanding what had happened.

“By the way, she didn’t just come to her senses,” Xiao Xu reminded Hyperion, “she’s gone completely insane.”

"Would he go mad without the admiral?" Hyperion asked in surprise.

"Rather than saying he'd go crazy without the admiral..." Xiao Xu stared at the starship "Leo," which was locked in a fierce battle with the Blood Throne, and said in a very subtle tone:

"It's more accurate to say that she lost the belief that kept her conscious."

Chapter 1451 Bad News and Worse News