The Naval Base of the Unnamed Ship Girls

“It has little to do with interference; you just drew it wrong,” Sentinax said to Dalaran, enjoying a rare moment of life without collars and chains.

“How could I have drawn it wrong? It’s not like I haven’t seen this magic circle before,” Dalaran retorted.

"Was that the one Lord Archimonde crushed you?" Sentinax mocked before saying, "That was specifically designed for your size. You could just use a Star-Moon Array to solve everything!"

That's right, the magic circle that Dalaran drew on the sand table is the same one that Archimonde used in her past life before she crushed Dalaran and flew away when she was summoned to the world of Azeroth by a certain prince and a certain lich.

Although Dalaran kept saying that it was her past life, the pain that almost shattered her to pieces was still vivid in her memory even after she came to this ship girl world.

In her words, she had lived for three thousand years and had never experienced such pain except when she was born and her house was built brick by brick.

"Oh wow? There are different versions too?" Dalaran asked curiously.

“Of course, otherwise why do you think it’s called the Star Moon Array instead of something like Town Destroyer…” Sentinax said.

"...Huh?" It took Dalaran several seconds to realize what Sentinax meant.

“Yes, you guessed right. If this magic circle is used at full capacity, it can crush a planet.” Sentinax said to Dalaran with a look of appreciativeness. “The good news is that no one in the Legion can use it right now.”

Hyperion, who had been watching the commotion from the sidelines, looked horrified as he listened.

What's this called? A glass ball from the magical world? No, if you just crush it, it's no longer called a glass ball; this should be considered a planet-destroying cannon.

Hyperion turned his head and looked at the Hollow who was also observing the sand table. Before Hyperion could speak, he heard the Hollow say:

"Of course it has that power, but it needs the support of the world's rules themselves. Of course, even without that support, great power can still produce miracles."

"...Can you do it?" Hyperion asked.

"..." Little Void raised his head and glanced at Hyperion, then looked past Hyperion at Adun, who was standing with Cybros and Gantricso, revealing an expression that said everything without saying a word.

Hyperion understood what Little Void meant: when faced with something that required extraordinary effort, Ardon was the right person to turn to.

"Can you draw?" Dalaran asked Sentinax, pretending not to have heard the conversation between the little ghost and the Hyperion.

"What's so difficult about that? Any legion warship can do it," Sentinax said arrogantly.

“Then you draw one,” Dalaran said, stepping aside.

"...Why should I draw for you..." Sentinax muttered, his arrogant expression vanishing instantly. He also muttered things like, "Have you ever treated me like a ship?" "You walk me around like a dog all day long." "Why should I help you just because you ask?"

Regardless of whether these ramblings are useful or not, Hyperion, as an onlooker, was quite surprised that Sentinax could utter three sentences at the same time.

"Stop your demonic tricks." Dalaran slammed the Guardian's Staff on the ground, instantly dispelling the so-called "demon whispers" and clearing the surrounding atmosphere.

This ability is instinctive for demonic warships like the Sentinax; they can use it even when their power is completely sealed.

However, in the eyes of Protoss ships like Adun, it was just a rudimentary way of using psionic communication.

Fundamentally, Sentinax's "Demon Whispers" works on the same principle as the mouthless Protoss.

They all create a spiritual energy field around themselves, allowing the person they want to hear what they want to say.

However, the demons used this ability very poorly, which resulted in the "demon whispers that constantly echoed in my ears."

As for the so-called "devil's whispers" that will drive you crazy if you listen to them too much... cough cough, you'll also go crazy if you stay in a never-ending market for 24 hours a day for too long.

"Cough cough..." Dalaran's actions were almost equivalent to delivering a sharp blow to Sentinax's neck, and the demon ship, which had been sealed of all power, turned red almost instantly.

Satisfied with his own power, Dalaran continued, "You have to help, whether you like it or not, or you won't even be a dog!"

"..." Under Dalaran's threat, Sentinax succumbed to the demon's instinct to bully the weak and fear the strong, and used his fingers to draw a more complex and exquisite star and moon array on the sand table than the one Dalaran had just drawn.

After finishing the drawing, Sentinax, who had been forced to do so, retorted, "Lord Archimonde didn't need such advanced stuff when he was dealing with you."

"So don't mistake what you've learned by stealing for real skills!"

"Where have I heard that phrase before?" Dalaran asked, looking down at the intricate star and moon array.

"That's what Lord Archimonde said when he crushed you!" Sentinax glared at Dalaran.

Unfortunately to Sentinax's disappointment, Dalaran seemed indifferent to these words, or rather, she didn't care about them at all; most of Dalaran's attention was focused on the Star-Moon Array.

While Hyperion couldn't understand these scribbles at all, Dalaran looked at them with a thoughtful, enlightened, and appreciative expression.

After suffering a heavy blow, Sentinax squatted down to the side and started drawing circles.

"Hmm, not bad, that's it." Having secretly learned the technique, Dalaran reached out and grabbed a handful of sand from the center of the complex Star and Moon Array, then sprinkled it over the array.

A city model composed of these sand and dust appeared above the Star and Moon Array, and it could be vaguely seen that it was a model of the city ruins below.

However, when Dalaran tried to emulate Archimonde's crushing of her with a single blow and crush the city in return, she found that she couldn't budge the models made of mere sand.

"??? Hey hey hey? What's going on?" Dalaran put all his strength into it, but the sand model didn't react at all.

Seeing this, Xiao Xu patiently advised Hyperion, "So in the end, it all comes down to whether you put in enough effort. If you don't put in enough effort, it's all for nothing."

“Oh…” Hyperion had no idea what was going on.

☆, Chapter 1455 The First Creators Meet Again

Dalaran's thinking was simple: the other side's actions clearly indicated that they had hidden many tricks up their sleeves in the ruins of this city.

As a high-IQ mage, no... as a mage academy representing intelligence, how can it follow the opponent's rhythm like those lowly warriors?

So Dalaran's first thought was to flip the table... I'll just wipe out your entire city, and all those backup plans will naturally disappear.

Unfortunately, Dalaran's actions only proved one truth: the more beautiful the idea, the more rudimentary the reality.

It's not that Dalaran's method is wrong; Dalaran's suggestion to flip the table is also a solution.

It's just that Dalaran doesn't have enough strength to pull off a miracle.

However, Adun, who was capable of achieving miracles through sheer force, did not intend to follow Dalaran's advice.

Adun allowed Dalaran's attempt, simply because she was waiting... Unfortunately, after waiting for a long time without any results, Adun sighed and disappeared from the platform.

The next second, Adun appeared on an ordinary street in the abandoned city.

It can't really be considered a street, because the collapsed debris covers far more than what's exposed.

“Huh? This scene looks familiar… Let me think back?” Hyperion, who followed Adun in, exclaimed in surprise.

The other interstellar warships that came in with them did not have similar memories.

Ardon did not answer Hyperion's question, but walked to a broken wall and waved to the street.

A pile of shattered remains, dating back countless years, floated up and were pieced together to form a chair.

When Ardon sat down, a brand new table, a parasol, and a steaming cup of coffee appeared in front of him.

Hyperion immediately remembered where he had seen this scene before.

“That dream…” Hyperion’s first reaction was not to sit down and have coffee with Adun, but to touch his head to see if he had rabbit ears.

After confirming that there were no rabbit ears, Hyperion immediately deployed its ship equipment.

Of the three ships that experienced that dream together, Autumn Wind's Mound did not come; otherwise, Autumn Wind's Mound's first reaction would certainly have been the same as Hyperion's.

"Oh... that scene where you got slashed, Adun?" Xiao Xu followed behind and understood what Hyperion was talking about, after all, she had seen Adun's wound.

The fact that it could leave that mark on Adun shows that the original creator of that native ship girl was quite powerful.

After Xiao Xu followed the Hyperion in unfolding its ship equipment and lit up the green psionic blade on its arm armor, the Executor also drew its Force lightsaber.

"Do you remember what the Firstborn said in this dream?" Adun asked Hyperion while sipping his coffee, seemingly oblivious to the fact that the ship was not on board.

"Which sentence?" Hyperion asked nervously. That was a ship girl who could go toe-to-toe with Adun, even in a home-field advantage.

“It’s about curses, about power, about… balance.” After saying this, Adun slowly stood up.

Because a deep-sea princess with long black hair appeared in front of several interstellar warships with a ship girl.

"It seems my clone has even told you these things." The deep-sea ship girl, dressed in a light blue naval uniform with black tinges, had three black-handled, black-sheathed samurai swords hanging at her waist.

"Unfortunately, you didn't let your clone know much of the truth," Adun said to the first ship girl born in this ship girl world.

"After all, it's just a clone, so there's no point in knowing too much." The original Yamato said with an unusually calm expression, "Besides, I didn't expect that a casual move would catch such a big fish as you."

While the original Yamato was chatting with Adun, the ship girl she brought with her was Takao, who had escaped from the Executor back in the Atlantic Governor's Mansion.

Although this ship girl showed signs of deep-sea pollution, she was still essentially a ship girl.

The ship girl with the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception is staring at the Executor, who is dressed in a black cloak, with a hateful gaze.

The Enforcer, noticing the look in the eyes, only glanced at the Kaohsiung before returning its attention to the original Yamato.

This nonchalant attitude angered Kaohsiung, who took a step forward. However, the original Yamato simply turned its head slightly and uttered a "Hmm?" which made the ship girl, who had once served as the personal bodyguard of the Atlantic Governor, lower her head and step aside.

"So, your thought form was prepared for the Enterprise?" Adun asked.

“The Enterprise isn’t that smart, though… she was definitely one of the options.” The original Yamato shook its head, then pointed to the sky and said, “It was prepared for him, but unfortunately he didn’t fall for it…”

"Oh?" Yaton knew who Yamato was referring to, because Yamato was pointing at the purple moon.

"Some hope is better than no hope at all." The first Yamato gave a very strange answer.

Hyperion was at least baffled, while Adun nodded thoughtfully.

At this moment, Xiao Xu said to the ship girl, "Your situation is a bit strange..."

"Of course, after all, this body is just a manifestation of thoughts." The original Yamato did not deny that its body was merely a clone: ​​"But it's enough to buy you time."

The first generation Yamato slowly drew a black sword, whose blade did not even reflect light, from its sheath.

Upon witnessing this, the Executor raised the hilt of its Force sword and lit up the other half.

"Alright, even if I can't delay you, holding off one of your combat units is still a good thing," said the original Yamato, seeing the Executor's intention to take on two opponents at once.

"Although I have to obey that guy for some reason, I don't want to pay anything to a bastard who took my body."

The Yamato's single sentence revealed several meanings, the most important of which was that the world-destroying saint Leonardo da Vinci obtained the body of the First One.

Hyperion really wanted to ask Yamato what Leonardo da Vinci wanted to do with her body, but to Hyperion's disappointment, Adun only asked:

"How many years has he had your body?"

"A very insightful question." The original Yamato nodded with satisfaction and said, "Luckily, that guy didn't stop me from answering it."

Thus, Ardon learned from the Firstborn that Leonardo da Vinci had possessed her body for nearly a hundred years.

During these hundred years, the Enterprise, as the other half of UO, knew nothing.

"After you returned from the Warp?" Adun asked.

"Well, after all... I failed." The original Yamato said something abruptly again.