Chapter 41

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41. Dark Thunder (Update)

That was a hero wandering in the darkness.

The red demon warship's cannon fire continuously exploded and fell in mid-air. In the dark gloom, countless crimson glows flashed like meteors, then helplessly exploded into a cloud of powder.

Five people.

Five more figures, dressed like the woman protecting the Yamato, appeared on the sea surface.

Moreover, not only was the Yamato, as the flagship, protected, but even the most remote reconnaissance destroyers were guarded by figures in black, wielding two-meter-long naginatas, with hollow smiles on their faces.

In other directions, ghostly black-clad shipgirls also appeared. These agile monsters efficiently destroyed the shells mid-air or pierced and split them with their unknown cold weapons, crushing them into pieces. They did all this without uttering a single word.

These shipgirls seemed more like the Abyss than shipgirls.

Their indifferent gazes, contemptuous attitudes, and even their efficient protection of others exuded a sense of cold efficiency. They didn't even bother with the shells exploding at their feet, calmly destroying the most threatening large shells.

"Red Demon Type..."

Seemingly tired of this boring game, the black-clad woman, under the horrified gaze of the destroyer, calmly swung her naginata at the incoming shell.

Her movements were so fast that they were almost invisible. The girl smiled and used her long naginata to pierce the waist of the incoming shell. She touched the still warm giant shell, and the black-clad hero looked in the direction of the Red Demon warship, sneering contemptuously.

"The fleet we found with such difficulty isn't for you to mess with, you rabble."

Farewell, trash.

Under the horrified gaze of the Yamato, the woman smiled and spun in a perfect half-circle, effortlessly throwing the shell back.

With a muffled 'whoosh,' the dark red shell, carrying immense kinetic energy, whistled through the air, creating a clear white trail on the sea surface. Like a harbinger of death, the shell, accompanied by the waves, surged toward the Red Demon warship formation.

The lead Red Demon warship, facing its own shell, was like a train head-on collision. The Yamato could clearly see the seemingly invincible purple-black shield gradually warp, deform, and explode into fragments under the impact. The Red Demon warship itself was also blasted underwater, sending a geyser of water nearly tens of meters high.

The other Red Demon warships fared no better. The water spray, due to the siphon effect, formed a vortex that dragged three more Red Demon warships into the deep sea. Like a grinding machine, the vortex visibly eroded their shields, eventually disappearing into the calm ocean.

The Red Demon warship formation, considered an impregnable barrier by the Northern Mixed Fleet, was instantly broken, with four ships lost. Even the Abyss seemed to feel fear, gradually reducing their firepower and forming a loose defensive formation.

"What is this...?"

The Yamato stood there, her eyes wide with shock at this dramatic scene.

It was over just like that.

The original resolve to die, the defiant attitude, crumbled effortlessly before the ghostly black-clad figures.

The powerful Red Demon warships seemed like paper in front of them. Their attacks were meaningless, and their defenses were a joke. They were simply clearing the Red Demon warships as the Northern Mixed Fleet cleared the Abyss destroyers.

Who were they? Why were they protecting us? No, more importantly, what kind of base could have such a monstrous fleet? Were they really shipgirls, or some kind of alien monsters in disguise? It looked more like an internal conflict among the Abyss than a battle between shipgirls and the Abyss.

Their pitch-black uniforms, efficient movements, and cold, indifferent faces made one doubt their identity.

Thinking about this, the Yamato subconsciously looked at their medal positions to verify their identities.

"…Not there?!"

The Yamato looked at the medal position and subconsciously gasped.

"Hmm? What's wrong?"

"No, nothing."

"Is that so?"

Seeing the strange expression on the woman's face, the Yamato subconsciously waved her hand. She forced a smile reserved for her admiral, making the black-clad woman nod in confusion.

But the surface smile couldn't hide the shock in her heart. The Yamato felt her heart almost leap out of her chest, staring at the emblem. Waves of thoughts surged in her mind, but she didn't know what to say to them.

On their uniform black uniforms, the place representing their identity was pitch black.

"Successfully forced them into a defensive formation. These trash can't run now." Just as the Yamato's mind was in chaos, a slightly immature voice sounded from behind her.

The Yamato subconsciously turned around and saw a pure black, unmarked military cap. Below it was a cold, frosty face. Her golden twin-tails fluttered slightly in the sea breeze, forming a mesmerizing arc.

"…Hmm?"

Seemingly noticing the Yamato's gaze, the small girl lifted her head, squinting at the sweating girl. Then she turned her gaze to the black-clad girl with a single ponytail.

"What's wrong with this kid? Did you scare her by breaking her shield with your blade? Or did you cut something off? You didn't bully her, did you? She looks like she just cried. What kind of behavior is that? A shipgirl's dignity is gone."

"Senior, with my skills, I wouldn't make such a low-level mistake."

The single-ponytail girl, holding a long blade, said with a mix of anger and amusement, causing the Yamato to smile awkwardly.

"It's not like that. This senior saved me very well, but I was just weak and cried in battle. I felt like I was about to die, so I couldn't help it and cried..."

"Oh, I see. It's common, don't worry about it."

This kind of thing is very common.

The golden twin-tailed girl nodded naturally and patted the Yamato's shoulder.

"But, by the way... what's your name?"

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