Elder brother's garrison

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Then came the sound of some flying object rapidly approaching.

Frederick the Great's body retreated rapidly, the dark aura around her tightening around her like a piece of cloth, replacing her ship's equipment and her feet to move.

But in the next second.

boom! !

The explosion was heard around Frederick the Great.

Frederick the Great's body was blown away for the third time.

Frederick the Great, who was blasted into the air, stared with his scarlet eyes at the direction of the ship girl.

The ship girl's position... remained extremely far away, well beyond Frederick the Great's firing range.

And at this moment, the ship girl was carrying her ship equipment, looking up at this side with a smile on her face.

Frederick the Great's pupils constricted.

Snapped!

Frederick the Great, his body emitting smoke, landed on the sea and rapidly began to heal his injuries.

But after her injuries healed, Frederick the Great was unable to calm down. She stared intently at the ship girl in the distance, her body surrounded by surging black energy.

what's the situation?

what happened?

Why? I've already taken her attacks, and I should have been able to dodge them automatically... Why am I getting hit again and again?

What attack method did she use?

Frederick the Great took a step toward the ship girl.

At the same time, the ship girl in the distance also took a step back with a smile, as if she wanted to keep the distance between herself and Frederick the Great firmly at this level.

"...Who are you?" Frederick the Great stopped and asked calmly.

"As you can see, she's just a ship girl who happened to be passing by." The ship girl smiled.

"name."

Missouri.

“…Missouri…” Frederick the Great murmured the name Missouri.

“If you stay there obediently and wait for the Admiral to return from the Deep Sea Fortress, Missouri will not launch any further attacks on you.” In the distance, Missouri smiled and said to Frederick the Great, “After all, Missouri promised the Admiral that she would do her best to assist her.”

"No," Frederick the Great refused.

Frederick the Great did not have the habit of negotiating with his enemies.

“…What a pity.” Missouri smiled from afar, lifting her ship's rigging. “Then Missouri will have no choice but to go to war with her predecessor.”

"..."

call out!

A brief but rapid flash of fire rose from the ship's rigging behind Missouri.

A white cylinder shot out from her ship's rigging at incredible speed, tracing a high arc as it hurtled toward Frederick the Great.

Frederick the Great kept his eyes fixed on the cylinder that Missouri had shot at him.

It was a strangely shaped thing, neither like a carrier-based aircraft nor a cannonball.

But... it doesn't seem that difficult to dodge.

Even the fastest flying projectiles are not unavoidable at such a distance.

Frederick the Great, noticing the Missouri attack for the first time with his own eyes, quickly sidestepped and ran rapidly to the side, soon getting far away from the location hit by the cylinder.

After dodging Missouri's attack, Frederick the Great rushed towards Missouri.

At such a distance, Frederick the Great's attacks could not hit Missouri. She needed to close the distance to Missouri. Once Missouri was within her firing range, her sure-hit ability would activate. With the power of Frederick the Great's artillery fire, Missouri would be incapacitated within two shots.

boom!

boom!

But just as Frederick the Great was making his plans, a powerful explosion erupted behind her the next second.

Frederick the Great felt a sharp, tearing pain from behind before being thrown into the air by the explosion once again.

Flying in mid-air.

Frederick the Great stared wide-eyed and looked back.

The two cylindrical projectiles that were supposed to miss their target instead, for some reason, slammed into their ship's equipment.

call out----

At that very moment, Frederick the Great heard the sound of a flying projectile once again, and saw another white meteor streak across the sky, heading straight for her face.

The dark air currents twisted wildly, and Frederick the Great twisted his body in mid-air, narrowly dodging the oncoming attack.

But before Frederick the Great could even catch his breath, a strange burst of flame erupted from the back of the projectile the instant it passed over his body. Then, the cylindrical projectile made a sharp turn, adjusted its angle, and slammed into Frederick the Great's body once more.

Frederick the Great had already used the momentum in the air, so he could not dodge and could only watch helplessly as the returning cylinder slammed into him solidly amidst a raging tail of flames.

The sound of steel shattering was heard.

boom! ! !

Smoke filled the air.

Frederick the Great coughed up blood and was blown away in a powerful explosion, with ship wreckage fragments flying everywhere and black blood raining down.

Frederick the Great, hovering in mid-air, gritted his teeth, his gaze fixed on Missouri in the distance.

Frederick the Great's gaze shifted from initial doubt to astonishment, and finally to sudden enlightenment.

I see……

I see……

Frederick the Great finally understood why his abilities were ineffective against Missouri's attack. It was because the attack launched by this ship girl named Missouri was unlike any attack form Frederick the Great had ever seen before. What she fired was tracking!

What she shot out was intelligent!

The flight path will change!

That's an attack that will hit you no matter how you try to dodge it!

That was neither artillery fire, nor carrier-based aircraft, nor torpedoes.

That was an attack method I had never seen before, one that was beyond my comprehension!

Frederick the Great fell into the sea amidst a cloud of black smoke.

Chapter 2166 A Long-Awaited Conversation

Despite his injuries, Frederick the Great, who had been knocked away, stared intently at Missouri in the distance with his red eyes.

In that instant, Frederick the Great clearly realized one thing.

This ship girl named Missouri is probably the only one in this entire sea area who can threaten me right now. If I continue to let her attack me like this, my defeat will be decided in a very short time!

Although Frederick the Great possessed high defense, he ultimately could not withstand Missouri's attacks unscathed. Each of Missouri's long-range attacks precisely struck Frederick the Great, inflicting significant and effective damage. To repair these injuries, Frederick the Great needed to consume a large amount of deep-sea energy each time.

Even though Frederick the Great is currently in the deepest part of Chapter Eight, and the surrounding deep-sea energy is theoretically inexhaustible—one batch is used and another is replenished—the recovery speed of deep-sea energy is ultimately limited. If Frederick the Great frequently uses deep-sea energy to heal his injuries, the surrounding deep-sea energy will become thinner, affecting the recovery speed of the next injury in a short period of time. In this intensity of battle, even a slight delay in the recovery speed can be quite fatal.

The danger of Missouri suddenly rose to the top of Frederick the Great's mind.

—She is an enemy that should be dealt with immediately.

Frederick the Great twisted his body and landed steadily on the water's surface amidst a cloud of black smoke.

boom!

After landing back on the water, Frederick the Great immediately raised the ship's rigging, and a terrifying black light gathered in the giant cannons, but the muzzles were not aimed at Missouri in the distance, but at the water surface not far in front of him.

The shell was fired.

boom!

The black light crashed into the water in an instant.

The dark water surged up and coalesced into a high wave that covered Frederick the Great's body.

When Missouri, far away, saw Frederick the Great's actions, she was not surprised; she merely smiled slightly.

"Is that so? Such quick thinking and adaptability in such a short time is truly a wise decision," Missouri said with admiration, as the sound of an engine starting up came from the snow-white ship's rigging behind him.

Frederick the Great's inability to deal with Missouri stems from two main reasons. First, Frederick the Great's evasive capabilities are virtually useless against Missouri. Second, and most importantly, Missouri's ship-mounted fire range far exceeds that of Frederick the Great. Under this extreme range control, not only Frederick the Great, but no battleship in the world can harm Missouri with cannon fire alone; they would become sitting ducks at Missouri's mercy.

Frederick the Great raised the waves in order to overcome both of these problems at the same time.

Frederick the Great did not want Missouri to easily discover his location, and at the same time, he wanted to take advantage of the rising tide to find an opportunity to get close to Missouri.

Missouri naturally wouldn't give Frederick the Great a chance to get close. While Frederick the Great was raising waves, Missouri didn't choose to continue attacking him. Instead, they chose to maintain the distance between them to prevent Frederick the Great from suddenly getting close.

After all, the waves will eventually recede, and once the view is clear, he can continue to put pressure on Frederick the Great.

All of a sudden.

Missouri's body transformed into a streak of white light and rapidly retreated.

But at that very moment, before the waves stirred up by Frederick the Great had receded back into the sea, a powerful surge of spiritual energy rushed straight toward Missouri from where Frederick the Great was.

Mental energy travels at an extremely fast speed through the air.

In the next instant, a powerful surge of mental energy traversed thousands of miles to reach Missouri, piercing through her forehead in a flash.

Missouri's body stiffened instantly, her eyes began to glaze over, and her fighting movements gradually slowed down.

The waves receded.

Frederick the Great, behind the water curtain, wasted no time. Taking advantage of Missouri's momentary lapse in concentration due to the mental attack, he sped towards Missouri.

The moment Frederick the Great saw Missouri slow down, he knew he had achieved half of his goal.

—This ship girl named Missouri did indeed guess why she had stirred up waves, but she didn't know what method she would use to get close to her.

Mental attack!

As a deep-sea creature with powerful mental strength, Frederick the Great naturally knew how to use mental attacks. After all, she had used this move against the deep-sea deans in the deep-sea city several times before. The reason she didn't use it in previous battles was because her enemy was Little White, whose mental strength far surpassed hers. Moreover, mental attacks were ineffective against those with basic mental defenses; they could only be used to bully those who possessed mental strength but had not yet mastered it.

The distance between Frederick the Great and Missouri closed rapidly in a matter of breaths.

The main guns mounted on the ship behind Frederick the Great were already aimed at Missouri, just waiting for Missouri to come into their firing range.

Frederick the Great's mental attack could daze Missouri for at least several minutes, a length of time that could be fatal in battle, allowing her to slowly approach Missouri and deliver a few hard blows to her unguarded body.

at last.

After rapidly approaching, Frederick the Great sensed that Missouri had reached the edge of his firing range.

Black light gathered in the ship's main guns behind Frederick the Great, ready to fire at Missouri in the next second.

Gonna win!

Just as the thought of victory rose in Frederick the Great's mind, a strong sense of crisis suddenly washed over him like a bucket of cold water.

Frederick the Great shrugged, swiftly changed direction, and with unimaginable reflexes, stopped his rapid advance and retreated behind him.

next second.

hiss hiss hiss hiss hiss

A massive laser cannon descended from the sky, arriving in an instant at the spot where Frederick the Great had just been standing. The rising heat scalded the seawater into a large amount of mist.

Frederick the Great continued his retreat, his gaze fixed on Missouri in the distance with suspicion.

Missouri, who had been limping just moments before, suddenly returned to normal. She looked at Frederick the Great with a smile, a hint of regret on her face.

That expression.

Vivid.

As if to say.

"What a pity, I couldn't fool my senior."

Frederick the Great's heart skipped a beat.

Missouri...is she not afraid of mental attacks?