The Naval Base of the Unnamed Ship Girls

Adon simply nodded in response, then turned to leave. As Adon turned to leave, the Executor, having lit its double-headed Force lightsaber, took a few steps, removed its cloak, and stood before the original Yamato and the Takao.

"Don't disappoint me." The original Yamato said, watching Adun's departing figure.

☆, Chapter 1456 The Tricky Newborn

The Mystic Eyes of Death Perception is an extremely rare talent, both in the ancient human era and in the current era of ship girls.

Moreover, this kind of power, which is based on the rules of the world, has become increasingly rare because the roots of the ship girl era have been broken.

In ancient times, on average, one or two lucky individuals out of tens of millions of people would possess this power.

In the era of ship girls, the number wasn't tens of millions on average, but rather one every one or two hundred years.

While the Root exists, theoretically, as long as one truly "dies" once, one can understand the true meaning of "death" and then obtain the power of the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception.

When the root cause is broken, one needs to rely on sheer luck to obtain this power.

The most straightforward method is to repeatedly hover on the boundary between life and death, experiencing life and death, and death and life again.

It must be a true "death" rather than the transformation like the original generation of ship girls.

No one knows what the Takao, who once served as the personal bodyguard of Governor Otto of the Atlantic Theater, went through, but those experiences gave her strength far beyond that of a normal ship girl her age.

At the same time, she is driven by the desire to become stronger. In fact, it could be said that this ship girl lives only to become stronger, and she doesn't care about anything else.

Unfortunately, it's not strong enough...

"Why! Why! Why! Why is the strength I've given up everything for still not enough!!!"

The reason why the Kaohsiung was roaring so desperately was simple: her duel with the Executor was basically a replay of the scene at the Atlantic Governor's Mansion.

The Takao, wielding the blade of death, was brutally crushed by the Executor.

If the Executor were a talkative ship girl like the Hyperion, she would definitely adopt a haughty posture, looking down at this Takao and saying:

"Because you don't understand what power is at all."

If the Executor were a charlatan's ship like Little Xu's, it would speak to this Kaohsiung ship in a profound and enigmatic tone:

"What you give up are the truly important things. When you give up those things, it means you will never be my opponent."

If the executor number...

Okay, there aren't that many "ifs." When the Executor isn't using its phone to speak, it's just a silent vessel.

Even though she had a lot on her mind, all she showed was her silent, flawless swordsmanship, delivering a double blow to Kaohsiung, both mentally and physically.

The original Yamato watched with amusement as the Takao and Executor fought, whom she considered mere cannon fodder and fools.

As a top-tier domestic ship girl possessing half the strength of UO-level domestic ship girls, Yamato demonstrates that this situation is indeed a complete stomp.

The first generation Yamato was quite certain that the starship under Adun's command did not even display more than one-tenth of its own strength.

After observing the stomp of the game for five minutes, the first generation Yamato shook its head and said, "That's enough!"

Upon hearing Yamato's words, Takao paused for a moment, then deflected the Executor's sword and retreated to Yamato's side, shouting, "Please give me another chance."

Seeing this, the Executor did not give chase, but simply walked back and forth in front of the two ship girls with ease.

As the Dark Lord, the Executor knows very well when to act and when not to.

The Force's perception told the Executor that the original Yamato, with three swords at its waist, was a formidable enemy.

It's just as challenging as a Jedi master like Yoda or Yundu.

“I have already given you a chance,” the original Yamato said.

"Then give me one more time!" Kaohsiung, like an ancient samurai, assumed the dogeza (a deep, solemn posture) position before the first generation Yamato.

The original Yamato shook its head and said, "I don't want to repeat myself. You're not qualified."

Because Takao was in a dogeza (a traditional Japanese kneeling posture) with her face down, the other two ship girls present did not see the fleeting ferocity that crossed Takao's face when Yamato said those words.

“You can get out of here,” the original Yamato said.

"...Yes." Kaohsiung stood up and retreated to the side, seemingly very respectfully.

Just as she retreated behind the original Yamato, thinking she had entered the blind spot of the two ship girls, she suddenly shouted and drew her weapon, slashing at the original Yamato.

Immediately afterwards, a black blade of light flashed and disappeared.

Watching the original Yamato slowly sheath its black-bladed katana, the Executor was filled with a sense of impending doom.

The Takao ship, still standing behind the original Yamato, retains the posture of raising a sword to slash.

Unfortunately, that was the end of it.

"Clang..." Takao's body and the black katana in her hand, similar to the one in the first Yamato's hand, were all broken into several pieces.

Even though his body was cut into several pieces by that blade of light, not a single drop of liquid flowed from the remains that originally belonged to Kaohsiung.

It's not that the blade strike from the original Yamato evaporated every drop of liquid inside Takao's body, but rather that her strike wasn't actually aimed at Takao.

What she severed was the space where the Kaohsiung was located at that instant.

With just that one moment, the Executor understood why the originator of this native ship girl had always given her a troublesome feeling.

The power displayed by the first Yamato represents the ultimate ability to sever everything.

The Executor cannot guarantee that it can sever the opponent in space, and it cannot sever time as well.

No wonder this guy was able to leave a scar on Lord Adun; such power is indeed…

The Executor and the original Yamato, each harboring their own subtle thoughts, exchanged a move.

Looking at the Force lightsaber in his hand, which was only half its original length and could not be restored to its original length no matter how he used it, the Executor breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Then she took off her black cloak and helmet, revealing her mutilated face.

To the slight surprise of the original Yamato, the mutilated face returned to its original state as the Executor removed its black armor.

When the Executor, dressed in a brown samurai robe and relit a new Force lightsaber, regained its former appearance—not particularly beautiful, but exuding an otherworldly aura.

Aside from its first appearance and battle with Adun, the Executor has entered serious mode again after such a long time.

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Should the lord in serious mode let her die? There are several possible scenarios at the moment; we'll see what suggestions you readers have.

The recent plot is rushing towards the end, and there are too many fragmented parts that I don't know how to tie them all together anymore. Just enjoy it for fun, dear readers.

Don't take it seriously, or you'll lose.

Chapter 1457 Space Battleship Yamato

"Adon, do you think that dark ship is a match for the original beings of this world?" Little Void asked Adon as they strolled through the ruins.

It wasn't just a simple stroll. As the Adun, the small, and the Hyperion ships ventured deeper into the city, more and more autonomous machines awoke and began to see Adun and his crew as enemies.

In terms of specifications, it is very similar to the debris on the moon, and it seems to be some kind of standard equipment from the ancient human era.

Although we still don't know the exact level of technology that ancient humans in this world possessed, it's no problem that they created these autonomous machines that operate according to fixed logic.

Moreover, the fact that most of these autonomous machines are four-limbed animal-shaped suggests that the engineers of this ancient human era were not as introverted as the engineers of Earth 002.

Of course, this applies to both the current ferocious designs and the cute, girly designs from Earth 002.

They are not very useful when facing ship girls, not to mention that the little void and Hyperion who are with Adun are not ordinary ship girls.

Hyperion didn't consider itself a match for the Firstborn, but bullying these autonomous machines was a piece of cake.

To say that the Hyperion is going on a rampage is giving these autonomous robots too much credit; it's more like the Hyperion is crushing ants.

“The power of that Firstborn cannot be judged by ordinary standards,” Adun said. “However, this is not something we need to worry about.”

"That's pretty cold-blooded~" Xiao Xu smiled slightly at Yadun.

“That’s not exactly heartless,” Ardon said. “It’s better than continuing to follow us.”

"Huh?" Hyperion, who had just returned from punching the old courtyard in Nanguan Town and kicking the kindergarten in Beidi, only heard Adun's last words.

"Nothing much, we were just discussing whether the Executor is a match for that Yamato," Xiaoxu said to Hyperion before Adun could speak.

"Hmm... Little Black is quite capable, and she's always kept a low profile, while that Yamato... just looking at it makes me want to run away." Hyperion, unsure of who was more capable, lowered her head in thought. After pondering for a long time without reaching a conclusion, she simply stopped thinking and looked up, saying:

"Why bother with them? Even if Xiao Hei can't beat them, he can still run away. If it were me, I probably wouldn't even have a chance to run away."

"..." Adun and Xiao Xu paused slightly after hearing Hyperion's words, then exchanged a glance.

Xiao Xu patted Hyperion on the shoulder and said, "I have reservations about who is more low-key."

"What's going on?" Hyperion blinked, not understanding what the little ghost was talking about.

“If you can unleash your full power,” Adun said to Hyperion, “you won’t be weaker than that Firstborn.”

“But I can’t do anything about it. I have absolutely no idea what you’re describing,” Hyperion said. “Besides, as an interstellar warship, it would be too embarrassing to only be able to compete with those sea ships.”

“She’s not just a simple sea vessel,” Xiao Xu suddenly said.

"Could it be that she transformed herself into a starship like the Enterprise?" Hyperion wondered. If that were the case, she should have sensed it long ago.

“Yes, her modifications are on par with Enterprise, or even surpass it in some ways,” Adun said to Hyperion.

"If the interplanetary transformation of the Enterprise was a trial project for a civilization that had just left its home planet in the face of the upcoming interstellar voyage, then the Firstborn was a technologically mature interplanetary warship that could be used for deep space combat."

"Huh? Why can't I sense it?" Hyperion was even more surprised.

"Perhaps there's something wrong with her original form," Xiao Xu said with a smile, while displaying the data she had secretly gleaned in her palm with green psionic energy.

A spaceship that looks exactly like a sea vessel, but has the unique vector thrusters of a starship at the rear...

“This…this…” Hyperion stared dumbfounded at the model in Xiao Xu’s hand. This was even more bizarre than the engineers of Earth 002 who created robots with the appearance of cute girls.

The image of the Firstborn shown by Xiao Xu was essentially an interstellar warship engine added directly to a sea vessel, with everything else remaining unchanged.

It even retains the waterline and the bulbous bow used to reduce water resistance; genuine starships wouldn't have these features.

To a true interstellar warship like the Hyperion, this incongruous design was nothing short of performance art by the designer.

If any designer like that dared to step into her cabin, Hyperion would have a million ways to kill that idiot designer by accident.

"Let's go." Adun waved his hand across Xiao Xu's palm, not only dispelling the image of the Firstborn projected by Xiao Xu, but also ending the conversation between Xiao Xu and the Hyperion.

Noticing that Adon was unwilling to talk much, Xiao Xu whistled, then put his hands on his head as if he hadn't said anything at all.