Azur Lane Under the Stars

Page 546

Made by Yubari, this fan may not look very big, but it can generate wind speeds comparable to a small typhoon.

Upon direct activation, the surrounding smoke dissipated instantly, like mist meeting light.

Then, Brest, looking astonished, appeared not far from the riverside.

Brest was immediately taken aback. "Wait, what's that big fan you're holding?"

When did you get this thing? No, wait, that pattern... the Thousand Chance Umbrella?

Wow, that's really impressive. You went to the trouble of modifying the Myriad Manifestations Umbrella just to beat me up? That kind of modification must be incredibly resource-intensive, right? You probably used up all your savings, didn't you?

Is it really necessary? What grudge do you hold against me? Your fan is only effective against this one tactic of mine, right?

Brest's mind went blank for a moment, wondering if he had bullied others too much with his underhanded tactics in the past, and now they were retaliating?

However, Brest is very experienced. Even if this tactic doesn't work, at this distance, as long as he doesn't get caught by her grappling hook and get close, he can still win by kiting her at his speed.

Brest began to engage in a drawn-out battle, alternating between main and secondary guns. Her positioning, dodging, and artillery evasion all revealed her to be a battle-hardened Valkyrie.

Binjiang grinned again; this time, it could finally operate at full speed.

I realized that there are limits to just using it as a research vessel! So I went to modify it!

Binjiang suddenly accelerated, so fast that Brest couldn't dodge in time.

Why did it suddenly move so fast? Oh no, they're about to get close.

Brest gritted his teeth and began to use the recoil of the main guns and full speed to once again limit the distance between the two to a safe distance.

With his agile movements, Binjiang's attacks often ended in failure.

However, Binjiang had already secretly replaced the main guns with port-grade black technology, so this range was already sufficient.

The main gun suddenly opened fire, and Binjiang, seeing Brest still oblivious and dodging normally, revealed a triumphant smile.

Upon seeing Binjiang's smile, Brest's heart skipped a beat, sensing that something terrible was about to happen, but it was too late to dodge now.

The shells that were supposed to glide past his ship's equipment instead took a detour, and the paint from the exercise shells smeared Brest's face.

Her pristine white dress was stained with large patches of blue, and her golden hair was also stained, leaving Brest looking utterly disheveled.

Before he could even process what was going on, Brest became somewhat angry.

As a lady who pays great attention to her image, Brest holds a certain idea.

That means you can lose your head, you can bleed, but you can't ruin your image.

But this was the first time in my life that I had suffered such a huge loss, and I was completely disheveled.

Since these are practice rounds, the paint is a bit sticky so that it can be seen clearly, and it's impossible to remove without special shower gel and shampoo.

Fine, Binjiang, huh? You're so great, I'm angry!

Brest gritted his teeth and stood still, with a faint holy light appearing behind him. To the astonishment of Richelieu and Dunkirk, a pair of pure white angel wings unfurled from his back.

"It can even transform?" Dunkirk exclaimed in astonishment.

Binjiang's gaze also turned fiery; he had finally forced this guy to reveal this form.

I don't use this mindset when playing against myself, but I do when playing against that guy from Plymouth. It's because he's looking down on me, Bin.

Now I can finally experience Brest in this state.

Once this state is activated, although one's appearance may appear somewhat disheveled, one's spirit and energy become indifferent to joy or sorrow, and there is even a sense of shame or inferiority in one's appearance.

The Elf Concerto and the Sidewind Hymn elevated Brest's overall strength by more than one level.

However, Binjiang did not feel much pressure, after all, he was no longer the same as before.

Binjiang also took the situation seriously, replacing all the ammunition in the gun barrel with special ammunition made in the port area, and prepared for a "do-or-die" battle.

Next is...

Brest got up, lay down, and was instantly defeated.

There's no way around it; the area-of-effect time-delay cannonballs are just too overpowered, and when combined with the Black Hole Cannon and the Ice and Fire Main Cannon, there's simply no way to escape.

Brest caught him immediately, and Binjiang slowly approached him amidst Brest's terrified gaze.

Binjiang even had time to make a fist-and-palm gesture, and then...

Wing Chun, Binjiang, please advise.

Binjiang finally achieved one of the biggest goals of his life on the ship: to give Brest, that little wench, a good beating in close combat.

Brest, sulking, went to wash the paint off his body, while Binjiang laughed heartily and boasted in front of Richelieu.

At this moment, Brest was rubbing her blonde hair with special shampoo, feeling somewhat annoyed. She had finally experienced what it meant to use a shameless approach.

They used to bully Binjiang like this, but now it's Binjiang's turn to bully them.

Brest mentally reviewed the situation, and became even more frustrated.

There's no solution. Neither side is a complete novice; they're not so bad that they'd miss their shots so drastically.

Basically, you can only dodge within a small area.

But now that I think about it, the strange effects of this guy's shells covered a wide area, and it seems to have automatic navigation as well.

In short, there's no way to avoid it.

This is bullying!

Brest washed off the paint, turned off the shower, and her curvaceous body was wrapped in a large white bath towel, which was a pity.

However, Brest was quite curious as to where Binjiang got these things from.

However, she could only put aside these curiosities for now; she could already picture Binjiang's arrogant face and the victor's posture.

However, Brest didn't care about Binjiang's unconditional agreement. After all, they had been sisters for so many years, and she wouldn't sell herself. At most, she would let him work as her maid or servant for a few days.

With that thought in mind, Brest arrived at the riverside where the rest area was located.

“I lost, so what do you want to do?” Brest said slowly.

Binjiang chuckled: "Don't be so nervous. We've known each other for so long, don't you know me?"

Brest rolled his eyes. "I know you too well."

Binjiang paused for a moment, then said, "But I thought you would directly ask me how I became so strong."

Brest sneered: "If it weren't for your weird ammunition, would I have lost?"

Binjiang continued, "I thought you were going to ask me where these things came from."

“If I ask you, you’ll tell me? Now I’ll ask you, where did it come from? Will you tell me?” Brest asked.

Binjiang said smugly, "Of course not!"

“I’m too lazy to fool around with you… Just tell me, what do you want me to do?” Brest asked.

Binjiang became serious and slowly extended his hand to Brest: "Join my port."

Brest: "...?"

"Join my port district," Binjiang repeated earnestly.

"Wait, let me catch my breath..." Brest rubbed his temples in disbelief.

"You've joined the port area?"

"uh-huh."

When did this happen?

"Just a while ago."

“That port district? Impossible. None of our ports meet your standards.” Brest was filled with deep doubt.

"You saw their commander just a few days ago," Binjiang reminded her.

"Met someone's commander? Wait, could it be..." Brest looked at Richelieu and Dunkirk with a look of astonishment.

“That’s right, it’s our commander!” Dunkirk said.

“I now know where those strange things on you come from… You were just waiting to trick me, weren’t you?” Brest instantly understood the whole story.

"So, are you going to agree or not? Join the port area with me," Hamako invited.

“You need to understand, as a ship girl, even if it's because of a bet, it's impossible for her to join the port... This is more principled than principle itself.” Brest also became serious.

"So how are you going to handle this bet? You've already agreed, you can't just renege on it, can you?" Binjiang said.

“Hmm… the bet…” Brest’s expression also turned ugly.

At the time, I never expected that Binjiang would join forces with the port area to help me out.

So now things are awkward.

Seeing Brest's predicament, Richelieu also took a timely "step back".

"How about this, I have a compromise..."

Chapter 593 The Sirens' Coolness Has All Fallen Off

Brest was quite interested in the compromise proposed by Richelieu.

"Tell me about it?" Brest asked.

Richelieu thought for a moment and said, "Well, how should I put it, Miss Brest, why don't you propose some conditions? If our port area can't meet them, then this bet with Binjiang will be void."

"I see... But isn't it a bit unfair to void it? How about we find a different condition that I can accept?"

Brest still felt that canceling his own status would be a huge advantage, so he made this suggestion.

"Of course, how about we change it to you being Binjiang's assistant for a few days, and also keep the relationship between Binjiang and our port area a secret for now, how about that?"

Richelieu said.

When it came to her own affairs, Brest was no longer in her usual naive and innocent mode, but instead displayed the calm and intelligent demeanor she displayed at work. Therefore, she immediately understood Binjiang and the others' plans.

A hint of amusement flickered in her beautiful eyes: "Is your port trying to wipe out all of us research ship girls in one fell swoop?"

For ship girls who are simply going to work and getting by or looking for a stable place to live, there is absolutely no sense of belonging to this region, or rather, to this world that is somewhat beyond saving.

It's purely about getting paid and doing the work. As for sacrificing one's life for the people behind one's back... maybe. But if there's a better solution, like finding a peaceful haven for one's weary soul, then there's no hesitation whatsoever.

Furthermore, as research ship girls, they already know the inevitable end of this world, so they are even less likely to stubbornly follow a single path to ruin.

Richelieu smiled and said, "The port and the commander are always very interested in salvaging ships, so... Miss Brest, would you agree?"

“Of course, this is in my best interest no matter how you look at it.” Brest’s impression of Richelieu’s port area also improved.

After all, I have my own pride. Even if I was tricked once, I still kept my word. If I were forced to join the Hong Kong area, I might just have to accept it.

However, perhaps throughout their lives, they will never feel as much a sense of belonging to this port as ship girls who join through normal procedures, and they may even always feel a sense of kinship with the port's commander as if they were strangers.

But this strategic retreat, whether or not it was Richelieu's doing, at least made Brest feel a lot better.

After all, even salvaging a ship is like a battlefield; if you get tricked, you can only accept your bad luck.

However, now that he has a choice, Brest needs to think it over carefully.

"Well, let me make a few requests." Brest also became serious.

"Go on," Richelieu and Dunkirk said, taking out their notebooks to begin taking notes.

Brest cleared his throat: "First of all, your port district must be able to take me away from this world. Otherwise, if I stay in this world, it will be destroyed sooner or later, and we will all die together. So, whether I join the port district or not will make no difference..."

Richelieu thought about it and realized that if there was no way to leave this world, then talking about it would be pointless. After all, he joined the port for a better life, and if the world was gone, there would be no life to speak of.

Richelieu said, "Our research team in the port area has begun to work on a method to return, and it is said to be very effective. It is estimated that we will succeed in six months at most."

Richelieu remained cautious about the ship girls for Brest who had not yet been confirmed to join the port; one should always be wary of others.

"If that's the case, then let's see how it goes in six months... But let's assume you've already completed it. After all, Richelieu, you're so confident, so there shouldn't be any problems."

Brest chose to believe her, after all, the Archbishop was one of the least likely ship girls to lie, which was common knowledge in the ship girl community.

Richelieu, who couldn't lie; Hood, who couldn't cook; Bismarck, who couldn't befriend his subordinates; and Rossiya, who couldn't resist drinking—these are some of the most famous flagships.

The ship girl and commander communities commonly refer to them as... the Four Basic Laws of Ship Girls!